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Chapter1
Itbeganin
en
a
Woman’sClubinLondonon
en
a
Februaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,
og
and
amiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,
der
who
hadcomedownfromHampsteadto
shoppe
shop
andhadlunchedatherclub,
tog
took
upTheTimesfromthe
bordet
table
inthesmoking-room,and
kørte
running
herlistlesseyedowntheAgonyColumn
saw
this:.
ToThosewhoAppreciateWistaria
og
and
Sunshine.
SmallmediaevalItalian
Slot
Castle
ontheshoresofthe
Middelhavet
Mediterranean
tobeLetFurnishedforthemonthof
April
April
.
Necessaryservantsremain.
Z,
Kasse
Box
1000,TheTimes.
Thatwasits
opfattelse
conception
;
yet,asinthe
tilfælde
case
ofmanyanother,theconceiverwasunawareofitatthemoment.
So
helt
entirely
unawarewasMrs.Wilkinsthather
April
April
forthatyearhadthen
og
and
therebeensettledforherthatshedroppedthenewspaper
med
with
agesturethatwas
både
both
irritatedandresigned,and
gik
went
overtothewindow
og
and
stareddrearilyoutatthedripping
gade
street
.
Notforherweremediaevalcastles,
selv
even
thosethatarespecially
beskrevet
described
assmall.
Notforhertheshoresin
April
April
oftheMediterranean,andthewistaria
og
and
sunshine.
Suchdelightswere
kun
only
fortherich.
Yettheadvertisementhadbeenaddressedto
personer
persons
whoappreciatethesethings,sothatithadbeen,anyhow,addressedtooto
hende
her
,forshecertainlyappreciated
dem
them
;
morethananybodyknew;
mere
more
thanshehadevertold.
Men
But
shewaspoor.
Inthe
hele
whole
worldshepossessedofhervery
egen
own
onlyninetypounds,savedfrom
år
year
toyear,putby
omhyggeligt
carefully
poundbypound,outofherdress
tilskud
allowance
.
Shehadscrapedthis
sum
sum
togetheratthesuggestionofherhusbandasa
skjold
shield
andrefugeagainsta
regnfuld
rainy
day.
Herdressallowance,
givet
given
herbyherfather,was£100
et
a
year,sothatMrs.Wilkins’s
tøj
clothes
werewhatherhusband,
opfordrer
urging
hertosave,calledmodest
og
and
becoming,andheracquaintancetoeachother,
når
when
theyspokeofheratall,
hvilket
which
wasseldomforshewas
meget
very
negligible,calledaperfect
syn
sight
.
Mr.
Wilkins,asolicitor,
opfordret
encouraged
thrift,exceptthatbranchofitwhich
kom
got
intohisfood.
Hedidnot
kaldte
call
thatthrift,hecalledit
dårlig
bad
housekeeping.
Butforthethriftwhich,like
møl
moth
,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’s
tøj
clothes
andspoiltthem,he
havde
had
muchpraise.
“Youneverknow,”he
sagde
said
,“whentherewillbe
en
a
rainyday,andyou
kan
may
beverygladto
finde
find
youhaveanest-egg.
Ja
Indeed
webothmay.”
Looking
ud
out
oftheclubwindowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswasaneconomical
klub
club
,butconvenientforHampstead,
hvor
where
shelived,andforShoolbred’s,
hvor
where
sheshopped—Mrs.
Wilkins,havingstood
der
there
sometimeverydrearily,hermind’s
øje
eye
ontheMediterraneanin
April
April
,andthewistaria,andtheenviableopportunitiesofthe
rige
rich
,whileherbodilyeye
watched
thereallyextremelyhorriblesootyrain
falde
falling
steadilyonthehurryingumbrellas
og
and
splashingomnibuses,suddenlywonderedwhether
måske
perhaps
thiswasnotthe
regnfulde
rainy
dayMellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadso
ofte
often
encouragedhertopreparefor,
og
and
whethertogetoutof
et sådant
such
aclimateandintothe
lille
small
mediaevalcastlewasn’tperhapswhat
Providence
Providence
hadallalongintendedherto
gøre
do
withhersavings.
Partofhersavings,of
selvfølgelig
course
;
perhapsquiteasmall
del
part
.
Thecastle,beingmediaeval,
kunne
might
alsobedilapidated,anddilapidationswere
sikkert
surely
cheap.
Shewouldn’tintheleast
noget imod
mind
afewofthem,
fordi
because
youdidn’tpayfordilapidationswhichwere
allerede
already
there;
onthecontrary—by
reducere
reducing
thepriceyouhadto
betale
pay
theyreallypaidyou.
Men
But
whatnonsensetothinkofit...
Sheturned
væk
away
fromthewindowwiththe
samme
same
gestureofmingledirritation
og
and
resignationwithwhichshehadlaid
ned
down
TheTimes,andcrossedtheroom
mod
towards
thedoorwiththe
hensigt
intention
ofgettinghermackintosh
og
and
umbrellaandfightingher
vej
way
intooneoftheovercrowdedomnibuses
og
and
goingtoShoolbred’sonher
vej
way
homeandbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwasdifficult
med
with
fishandlikedonlysoles,
undtagen
except
salmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,a
kvinde
woman
sheknewbysightas
også
also
livinginHampsteadand
tilhører
belonging
totheclub,sittingatthe
bordet
table
inthemiddleoftheroomonwhichthenewspapers
og
and
magazineswerekept,absorbed,inherturn,inthefirstpageofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
havde
had
neveryetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,who
tilhørte
belonged
tooneofthe
forskellige
various
churchsets,andwhoanalysed,classified,divided
og
and
registeredthepoor;
whereasshe
og
and
Mellersh,whentheydid
gik
go
out,wenttothepartiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampstead
der
there
weremany.
Mellershhada
søster
sister
whohadmarriedoneofthem
og
and
liveduponthe
Heath
Heath
,andbecauseofthis
alliance
alliance
Mrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoa
cirkel
circle
whichwashighlyunnaturalto
hende
her
,andshehadlearnedto
frygte
dread
pictures.
Shehadto
sige
say
thingsaboutthem,andshedidn’t
vidste
know
whattosay.
She
plejede
used
tomurmur,“Marvellous,”and
følte
feel
thatitwasnot
nok
enough
.
Butnobodyminded.
Nobody
lyttede
listened
.
NobodytookanynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.
Shewas
den
the
kindofpersonwhoisnot
bemærket
noticed
atparties.
Herclothes,infestedbythrift,
gjorde
made
herpracticallyinvisible;
her
ansigt
face
wasnon-arresting;
herconversationwas
tilbageholdende
reluctant
;
shewasshy.
And
hvis
if
one’sclothesandface
og
and
conversationareallnegligible,
tænkte
thought
Mrs.Wilkins,whorecognisedherdisabilities,
hvad
what
,atparties,isthereleftof
en
one
?
Alsoshewasalways
med
with
Wilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-looking
mand
man
,whogaveaparty,
blot
merely
bycomingtoit,
en
a
greatair.
Wilkinswas
meget
very
respectable.
Hewasknowntobe
højt
highly
thoughtofbyhis
senior
senior
partners.
Hissister’scircle
beundrede
admired
him.
Hepronouncedadequatelyintelligentjudgmentson
kunst
art
andartists.
Hewaspithy;
hewas
forsigtig
prudent
;
heneversaida
ord
word
toomuch,nor,on
den
the
otherhand,didheever
sagde
say
awordtoolittle.
Heproducedthe
indtryk
impression
ofkeepingcopiesof
alt
everything
hesaid;
andhewasso
åbenbart
obviously
reliablethatitoftenhappenedthat
folk
people
whomethimat
disse
these
partiesbecamediscontentedwiththeir
egne
own
solicitors,andaftera
periode
period
ofrestlessnessextricatedthemselves
og
and
wenttoWilkins.
NaturallyMrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.
“She,”
sagde
said
hissister,withsomethingherselfof
den
the
judicial,thedigested,and
den
the
finalinhermanner,“shouldstayathome.”
Men
But
Wilkinscouldnotleavehis
kone
wife
athome.
Hewas
en
a
familysolicitor,andallsuch
har
have
wivesandshowthem.
Med
With
hisintheweekhe
gik
went
toparties,andwithhisonSundayshe
gik
went
tochurch.
Beingstill
ret
fairly
young—hewasthirty-nine—andambitiousofoldladies,ofwhomhe
havde
had
notyetacquiredinhis
praksis
practice
asufficientnumber,he
kunne
could
notaffordtomisschurch,
og
and
itwastherethatMrs.Wilkins
blev
became
familiar,thoughneverthroughwords,
med
with
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Shesawhermarshalling
de
the
childrenofthepoorintopews.
Shewould
kom
come
inattheheadoftheprocessionfromtheSundaySchool
præcis
exactly
fiveminutesbeforethe
koret
choir
,andgetherboys
og
and
girlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,
og
and
downontheirlittlekneesintheir
indledende
preliminary
prayer,andupagainontheir
fødder
feet
justas,totheswelling
orgel
organ
,thevestrydooropened,
og
and
thechoirandclergy,
store
big
withthelitaniesandcommandmentstheywere
øjeblikket
presently
torollout,emerged.
She
havde
had
asadface,yetshewas
tydeligvis
evidently
efficient.
Thecombinationusedto
gør
make
Mrs.Wilkinswonder,forshehadbeentoldbyMellersh,ondayswhenshehad
kun
only
beenabletogetplaice,that
hvis
if
onewereefficientonewouldn’tbe
deprimeret
depressed
,andthatifone
gør
does
one’sjobwellone
bliver
becomes
automaticallybrightandbrisk.
Om
About
Mrs.Arbuthnottherewas
intet
nothing
brightandbrisk,though
meget
much
inherwaywiththeSundaySchool
børn
children
thatwasautomatic;
but
da
when
Mrs.Wilkins,turningfrom
den
the
window,caughtsightofherin
den
the
clubshewasnotbeing
automatisk
automatic
atall,butwaslookingfixedlyatone
del
portion
ofthefirstpageof
Den
The
Times,holdingthepaper
helt
quite
still,hereyesnotmoving.
Shewas
bare
just
staring;
andherface,asusual,wasthe
ansigt
face
ofapatientand
skuffet
disappointed
Madonna.
Obeyinganimpulseshe
undrede
wondered
atevenwhileobeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,the
genert
shy
andthereluctant,insteadof
fortsætte
proceeding
asshehadintendedtothecloakroom
og
and
fromthencetoSchoolbred’sinsearchofMellersh’s
fisk
fish
,stoppedatthetable
og
and
satdownexactlyoppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshe
havde
had
neveryetspokeninher
liv
life
.
Itwasoneofthoselong,
smalle
narrow
refectorytables,sothattheywere
ret
quite
closetoeachother.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot,
dog
however
,didnotlookup.
She
fortsatte
continued
togaze,witheyesthatseemedtobe
drømme
dreaming
,atonespotonlyofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
watched
heraminute,tryingtoscrewup
mod
courage
tospeaktoher.
She
ville
wanted
toaskherifshe
havde
had
seentheadvertisement.
Shedidnot
vidste
know
whyshewantedto
spørge
ask
herthis,butshe
ønskede
wanted
to.
Howstupidnottobe
kunne
able
tospeaktoher.
She
looked
sokind.
Shelookedso
ulykkelig
unhappy
.
Whycouldn’ttwounhappy
mennesker
people
refresheachotherontheir
vej
way
throughthisdustybusinessoflifeby
en
a
littletalk—real,naturaltalk,aboutwhatthey
følte
felt
,whattheywouldhave
lide
liked
,whattheystilltriedto
håbe
hope
?
Andshecouldnothelp
tænke
thinking
thatMrs.Arbuthnot,too,was
læste
reading
thatverysameadvertisement.
Hereyeswereon
den
the
verypartofthepaper.
Was
hun
she
,too,picturingwhatit
ville
would
belike—thecolour,the
duften
fragrance
,thelight,thesoftlappingofthe
havet
sea
amonglittlehotrocks?
Farve
Colour
,fragrance,light,sea;
insteadofShaftesbury
Avenue
Avenue
,andthewetomnibuses,
og
and
thefishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,
og
and
theTubetoHampstead,
og
and
dinner,andto-morrowthe
samme
same
andthedayafterthe
samme
same
andalwaysthesame...
Pludselig
Suddenly
Mrs.Wilkinsfoundherselfleaning
over
across
thetable.
“Areyoureading
om
about
themediaevalcastleand
det
the
wistaria?”
sheheardherself
spørge
asking
.
NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwas
overrasket
surprised
;
butshewasnothalfsomuch
overrasket
surprised
asMrs.Wilkinswasatherselffor
spørge
asking
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnot
endnu
yet
toherknowledgeseteyeson
den
the
shabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfigure
sad
sitting
oppositeher,withits
lille
small
freckledfaceandbig
grå
grey
eyesalmostdisappearingunderasmashed-downwet-weatherhat,
og
and
shegazedathera
øjeblik
moment
withoutanswering.
Shewasreading
om
about
themediaevalcastleandthewistaria,
eller
or
ratherhadreadaboutit
ti
ten
minutesbefore,andsincethen
havde
had
beenlostindreams—of
lys
light
,ofcolour,offragrance,ofthesoftlappingofthe
havet
sea
amonglittlehotrocks...
“Whydoyou
spørger
ask
methat?”
shesaidinher
alvorlig
grave
voice,forhertrainingof
og
and
bythepoorhadmadeher
alvorlig
grave
andpatient.
Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
og
and
lookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.
“Oh,
kun
only
becauseIsawit
også
too
,andIthoughtperhaps—I
tænkte
thought
somehow—”
shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,her
sind
mind
beingusedtogetting
folk
people
intolistsanddivisions,from
vane
habit
considered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,
under
under
whatheading,supposingshe
had
toclassifyher,she
kunne
could
mostproperlybeput.
“AndIknowyoubysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,who,like
alle
all
theshy,onceshewas
begyndt
started
plungedon,frighteningherselfto
mere
more
andmorespeechbythe
rene
sheer
soundofwhatshe
havde
had
saidlastinherears.
“EverySunday—I
ser
see
youeverySundayinchurch—”.
“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Andthis
virker
seems
suchawonderfulthing—this
reklame
advertisement
aboutthewistaria—and—”.
Mrs.
Wilkins,
der
who
musthavebeenat
mindst
least
thirty,brokeoffandwriggledinher
stol
chair
withthemovementof
en
an
awkwardandembarrassedschoolgirl.
“It
virker
seems
sowonderful,”shewentonin
en
a
kindofburst,“and—itissuch
en
a
miserableday...”
Og
And
thenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnot
med
with
theeyesofanimprisoned
hund
dog
.
“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,
hvis
whose
lifewasspentin
hjælpe
helping
andalleviating,“needsadvice.”
She
derfor
accordingly
preparedherselfpatientlyto
give
give
it.
“Ifyouseemeinchurch,”she
sagde
said
,kindlyandattentively,“I
vel
suppose
youliveinHampsteadtoo?”
“Ohyes,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
Andshe
gentog
repeated
,herheadonitslong
tynde
thin
neckdroopingalittleasiftherecollectionofHampstead
bøjede
bowed
her,“Ohyes.”
“Where?”
spurgte
asked
Mrs.Arbuthnot,who,when
råd
advice
wasneeded,naturallyfirst
fortsatte
proceeded
tocollectthefacts.
Men
But
Mrs.Wilkins,layingher
hånden
hand
softlyandcaressinglyonthe
del
part
ofTheTimeswheretheadvertisementwas,asthoughthemere
trykte
printed
wordsofitwere
dyrebare
precious
,onlysaid,“Perhapsthat’s
derfor
why
thisseemssowonderful.”
“No—I
synes
think
that’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
glemme
forgetting
factsandfaintlysighing.
“Thenyouwere
læste
reading
it?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyes
går
going
dreamyagain.
“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,
der
which
hadlitup,fadedinto
tålmodighed
patience
again.
“Verywonderful,”she
sagde
said
.
“Butit’snouse
spilde
wasting
one’stimethinkingofsuchthings.”
“Oh,
men
but
itis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’squick,surprising
svar
reply
;
surprisingbecauseitwasso
meget
much
unliketherestofher—thecharacterless
frakke
coat
andskirt,thecrumpled
hat
hat
,theundecidedwispof
hår
hair
stragglingout.
“Andjust
det
the
consideringofthemis
værd
worth
whileinitself—sucha
forandring
change
fromHampstead—andsometimesIbelieve—I
virkelig
really
dobelieve—ifoneconsiders
hårdt
hard
enoughonegetsthings.”
Mrs.
Arbuthnot
observerede
observed
herpatiently.
Inwhat
kategori
category
wouldshe,supposingshehad
til
to
,puther?
“Perhaps,”shesaid,leaning
fremad
forward
alittle,“youwill
fortælle
tell
meyourname.
Ifwearetobefriends”—shesmiledhergravesmile—“asI
håber
hope
weare,wehadbetter
begynde
begin
atthebeginning.”
“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”she
tilføjede
added
,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnot
sagde
said
nothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.
Nogle gange
Sometimes
it—itdoesn’tseemto
formidle
convey
anythingtomeeither.
But”—she
kiggede
looked
roundwithamovementof
søge
seeking
help—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnot
lide
like
hername.
Itwasamean,
lille
small
name,withakindoffacetious
twist
twist
,shethought,aboutits
ende
end
liketheupwardcurveofapugdog’s
hale
tail
.
Thereitwas,however.
Der
There
wasnodoinganythingwith
det
it
.
WilkinsshewasandWilkinsshe
ville
would
remain;
andthoughher
mand
husband
encouragedhertogiveiton
alle
all
occasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinsshe
kun
only
didthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshe
troede
thought
MellershmadeWilkinsworse,emphasisingitinthe
måde
way
Chatsworthonthegate-postsof
en
a
villaemphasisesthevilla.
Da
When
firsthesuggestedshe
skulle
should
addMellershshehadobjectedforthe
ovenstående
above
reason,andafterapause—Mellershwas
meget
much
tooprudenttospeak
undtagen
except
afterapause,duringwhichpresumablyhewas
tog
taking
acarefulmentalcopyofhiscomingobservation—hesaid,
meget
much
displeased,“ButIamnot
en
a
villa,”andlookedatherashelookswho
håber
hopes
,forperhapsthehundredth
gang
time
,thathemaynot
har
have
marriedafool.
Of
selvfølgelig
course
hewasnota
villa
villa
,Mrs.Wilkinsassuredhim;
she
havde
had
neversupposedhewas;
she
havde
had
notdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonly
bare
just
thinking...
The
mere
more
sheexplainedthemoreearnest
blev
became
Mellersh’shope,familiartohimby
dette
this
time,forhehadthenbeen
en
a
husbandfortwoyears,thathemightnotby
nogen
any
chancehavemarriedafool;
og
and
theyhadaprolonged
skænderi
quarrel
,ifthatcanbecalleda
skænderi
quarrel
whichisconductedwith
værdig
dignified
silenceononeside
og
and
earnestapologyonthe
anden
other
,astowhetheror
ikke
no
Mrs.Wilkinshadintendedto
antyde
suggest
thatMr.Wilkinswasa
villa
villa
.
“Ibelieve,”shehad
tænkt
thought
whenitwasat
var
last
over—ittookalongwhile—“that
nogen
anybody
wouldquarrelaboutanythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeing
sammen
together
forasingledayfor
to
two
wholeyears.
Whatwe
begge
both
needisaholiday.”
“Myhusband,”wentonMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,
forsøger
trying
tothrowsomelightonherself,“is
en
a
solicitor.
He—”
Shecast
om
about
forsomethingshecould
sige
say
elucidatoryofMellersh,and
fandt
found
:
“He’sveryhandsome.”
“Well,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“that
must
beagreatpleasuretoyou.”
“Why?”
spurgte
asked
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
en
a
littletakenaback,for
konstant
constant
intercoursewiththepoorhadaccustomedherto
have
herpronouncementsacceptedwithout
spørgsmål
question
,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isagift
som
like
anyother,andifitisproperlyused—”.
Shetrailedoffinto
stilhed
silence
.
Mrs.Wilkins’sgreatgreyeyeswerefixedonher,
og
and
itseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnotthat
måske
perhaps
shewasbecomingcrystallisedintoa
vane
habit
ofexposition,andofexpositionafterthe
måde
manner
ofnursemaids,throughhavingan
publikum
audience
thatcouldn’tbutagree,that
ville
would
beafraid,ifit
ønskede
wished
,tointerrupt,thatdidn’tknow,thatwas,in
faktisk
fact
,athermercy.
ButMrs.Wilkinswasnot
lyttede
listening
;
forjustthen,absurdasit
virkede
seemed
,apicturehadflashed
over
across
herbrain,andtherewere
to
two
figuresinitsitting
sammen
together
underagreattrailingwistariathat
strakte
stretched
acrossthebranchesofa
træ
tree
shedidn’tknow,anditwasherself
og
and
Mrs.Arbuthnot—shesawthem—she
saw
them.
Andbehindthem,brightinsunshine,were
gamle
old
greywalls—themediaevalcastle—she
saw
it—theywerethere...
She
derfor
therefore
staredatMrs.Arbuthnot
og
and
didnotheara
ord
word
shesaid.
AndMrs.Arbuthnot
stirrede
stared
tooatMrs.Wilkins,
anholdt
arrested
bytheexpressiononher
ansigt
face
,whichwassweptbythe
begejstring
excitement
ofwhatshesaw,
og
and
wasasluminousandtremulous
under
under
itaswaterin
sollys
sunlight
whenitisruffledby
en
a
gustofwind.
At
dette
this
moment,ifshehadbeenat
en
a
party,Mrs.Wilkinswould
have
have
beenlookedatwith
interesse
interest
.
Theystaredateachother;
Mrs.Arbuthnot
overraskede
surprised
,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkinswiththeeyesofsomeone
der
who
hashadarevelation.
Of
selvfølgelig
course
.
Thatwashowit
kunne
could
bedone.
Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’t
råd
afford
it,andwouldn’tbe
stand
able
,evenifshecould
råd
afford
it,togothereall
alene
alone
;
butsheandMrs.Arbuthnot
sammen
together
...
Sheleaned
over
across
thetable.
“Whydon’twe
prøver
try
andgetit?”
she
hviskede
whispered
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnotbecameeven
mere
more
wide-eyed.
“Getit?”
she
gentog
repeated
.
“Yes,”saidMrs.Wilkins,
stadig
still
asthoughshewere
bange
afraid
ofbeingoverheard.
“Not
bare
just
sithereandsay
Hvor
How
wonderful,andthengo
hjem
home
toHampsteadwithouthaving
lagt
put
outafinger—gohome
bare
just
asusualandseeaboutthedinner
og
and
thefishjustaswe’vebeendoingforyears
og
and
yearsandwillgoondoingforyears
og
and
years.
Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingtotherootsofher
hår
hair
,forthesoundofwhatshewas
sagde
saying
,ofwhatwascomingpouring
ud
out
,frightenedher,andyetshecouldn’t
stoppe
stop
,“Iseenoendtoit.
Der
There
isnoendto
det
it
.
Sothatthereoughttobe
en
a
break,thereoughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.
Why,it
ville
would
reallybebeingunselfishtogoaway
og
and
behappyforalittle,becausewe
ville
would
comebacksomuchnicer.
You
ser
see
,afterabiteverybodyneeds
en
a
holiday.”
“But—howdoyou
mener
mean
,getit?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Takeit,”
sagde
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”