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Updated: June 16, 2025
They lived in a world created to survive for ten days and then to collapse like a pricked bubble And it was because of the dread of collapse that Jean began to plan a structure of remembrance which should endure after Derry's departure. "Darling," she said, "there are only six days What shall we do with them?" It was Sunday, and in the morning they went dutifully to church.
Hilda was always restless when the name was introduced of the painted lady on the stairs. When the General spoke of his wife, his eyes grew kind and inevitably his thoughts drifted away from Hilda to the days that he had spent with Derry's mother. "She loved us both," he said. Hilda rose and crossed the room. A low bookcase held the General's favorite volumes.
The children at the Guild school had been given a few general rules in table deportment, but Amarilly had followed every movement of Colette's so faithfully at the eventful luncheon that she ate very slowly, used the proper forks and spoons, and won Derry's undisguised admiration. "Mr. Vedder's, good," she thought. "Mr. St. John's grand, but this 'ere Mr. Derry's folksy.
There was the warmth of the car, of the fur rugs and Derry's fur coat, Jean's own velvet wrap of heavenly blue, the fragrance of her violets. Somewhere far away men were fighting there was the mud and cold of the trenches somewhere men were suffering. She tried not to think of them. Her cheek was against Derry's. She was safe safe. Captain Hewes went away that night Drusilla's accepted lover.
The General was in a great lacquered bed which he had brought with him years ago from China. Gilded dragons guarded it and princes had slept in it. Heavy breathing came from the bed. "I think he has caught cold, sir," Bronson whispered. "I'm a bit afraid of bronchitis." Derry's voice lacked sympathy. "I shouldn't worry, Bronson. He usually comes around all right." "Yes, sir.
Now the thing is, does any one know that you boys was in the fakement? 'Nobody's likely to know but him and Warrigal. The knockabouts and those other three chaps won't come it on us for their own sakes. We may as well stop here till Christmas is over and then make down to the Barwon, or somewhere thereabouts. We could take a long job at droving till the derry's off a bit.
The scene struck cold against the heat of his anticipation. He sat down in one of the rose-colored chairs, and Julia brought more tea for him, more Lady-bread-and-butter, more pound cakes with nuts and frosting. Ralph was frankly curious. He was also frankly jealous. He was aware that Derry had met Jean for the first time at his mother's dinner dance. And Derry's millions were formidable.
There were gray rugs and gray walls, some old mahogany, the snuff-box picture of Napoleon over his desk, a dog-basket of brown wicker in a corner. Muffin, Derry's Airedale, stood at attention as his master came in. He knew that the length of his sojourn depended on his manners. A bright fire was burning, a long chair slanted across the hearthrug.
We shall have many ruby-lettered days like it." The next afternoon Amarilly called at the studio for the surplice. "I am glad to see you have your hair fixed as I told you, Amarilly," was Derry's greeting. "And have you remembered the other things I told you?" "I hev' writ out 'can' and 'ate' in big letters and pinned 'em up on the wall. I can say 'em right every time now." "Of course you can!
Well, there was one night that I was there and watched her " Derry's quick frown rebuked him. "You shouldn't have done that, Bronson." "I had a feeling, sir, that things were going wrong, and that the General wasn't always himself. I shouldn't ever have said a thing to you, Mr. Derry," earnestly, "if I hadn't seen what I did." He cleared his throat.
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