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Their quarrel was no more surprising than are most quarrels inevitable at the time, incredible afterwards. But it was more than usually futile. A few minutes, and they were enlightened. The motor drew up at Howards End, and Helen, looking very pale, ran out to meet her aunt. "Aunt Juley, I have just had a telegram from Margaret; I I meant to stop your coming. It isn't it's over."
They were seen to just touch each other's hands, and look each at the other's left eye only. Aunt Juley came at once to the rescue: "Dear June is so original. Fancy, Soames, she thinks the Boers are not to blame." "They only want their independence," said June; "and why shouldn't they have it?"
'I haven't seen her to-day, and don't want to. It's my little dear old Juley I came for. 'Dear Harry! she thanked him with eyes and hands. 'Come often, won't you? 'Why, ain't you coming back to us, Juley? 'Not yet. They are very kind to me here. How is Rose? 'Oh, quite jolly. She and Ferdinand are thick again. Balls every night. She dances like the deuce.
Well, there they were! Ann, Juley, Hester, Susan quite a small child; Swithin, with sky-blue eyes, pink cheeks, yellow curls, white waistcoat large as life; and Nicholas, like Cupid with an eye on heaven. Now he came to think of it, Uncle Nick had always been rather like that a wonderful man to the last.
'I haven't seen her to-day, and don't want to. It's my little dear old Juley I came for. 'Dear Harry! she thanked him with eyes and hands. 'Come often, won't you? 'Why, ain't you coming back to us, Juley? 'Not yet. They are very kind to me here. How is Rose? 'Oh, quite jolly. She and Ferdinand are thick again. Balls every night. She dances like the deuce.
Aunt Juley covered her ears, too late, but Aunt Hester smiled; as for Nicholas, he pouted witticism of which he was not the author was hardly to his taste. Just then Marian Tweetyman arrived, followed almost immediately by young Nicholas. On seeing his son, Nicholas rose. "Well, I must be going," he said, "Nick here will tell you what'll win the race."
George asked Aunt Juley when she was going out with the Red Cross, almost reducing her to a state of gaiety; whereon he turned to Nicholas and said: "Young Nick's a warrior bold, isn't he? When's he going to don the wild khaki?" Young Nicholas, smiling with a sort of sweet deprecation, intimated that of course his mother was very anxious.
Juley Bonner was curled up on the sofa, looking like a damsel who has lost the third volume of an exciting novel, and is divining the climax. He chose to avoid Miss Bonner. Drummond was leaving the side of the Giorgione lady. Evan passed leisurely, and Drummond said 'You know Mrs. Evremonde? Let me introduce you. He was soon in conversation with the glorious-haired dame.
His advent had obviously put a stop to the conversation, decided awkwardness having set in. Aunt Juley, with her well-known kindheartedness, hastened to set people at their ease again. "Yes, Jolyon," she said, "we were just saying that you haven't been here for a long time; but we mustn't be surprised. You're busy, of course? James was just saying what a busy time of year...."
Why, old Nicholas was still a Free Trader, and a member of that antediluvian home of Liberalism, the Remove Club though, to be sure, the members were pretty well all Conservatives now, or he himself could not have joined; and Timothy, they said, still wore a nightcap. Aunt Juley spoke again.
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