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Chapter1
Itbeganin
een
a
Woman’sClubinLondonon
een
a
Februaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,
en
and
amiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,
die
who
hadcomedownfromHampsteadto
winkelen
shop
andhadlunchedather
club
club
,tookupTheTimesfromthe
tafel
table
inthesmoking-room,and
liep
running
herlistlesseyedownthe
Agony
Agony
Columnsawthis:.
ToThosewho
Waarderen
Appreciate
WistariaandSunshine.
SmallmediaevalItalian
Kasteel
Castle
ontheshoresof
de
the
MediterraneantobeLetFurnishedfor
de
the
monthofApril.
Necessaryservants
blijven
remain
.
Z,Box1000,TheTimes.
Dat
That
wasitsconception;
yet,asinthe
geval
case
ofmanyanother,theconceiverwas
hoogte
unaware
ofitatthe
moment
moment
.
SoentirelyunawarewasMrs.Wilkins
dat
that
herAprilforthat
jaar
year
hadthenandtherebeen
geregeld
settled
forherthatshe
vallen
dropped
thenewspaperwitha
gebaar
gesture
thatwasbothirritated
en
and
resigned,andwentovertothe
raam
window
andstareddrearilyoutatthedripping
straat
street
.
Notforherweremediaevalcastles,
zelfs
even
thosethatarespecially
omschreven
described
assmall.
Notforher
de
the
shoresinAprilof
de
the
Mediterranean,andthewistaria
en
and
sunshine.
Suchdelightswere
alleen
only
fortherich.
Yetthe
advertentie
advertisement
hadbeenaddressedtopersonswhoappreciatethesethings,sothatithadbeen,anyhow,addressedtooto
haar
her
,forshecertainlyappreciatedthem;
meer
more
thananybodyknew;
more
dan
than
shehadevertold.
Maar
But
shewaspoor.
In
de
the
wholeworldshepossessedofhervery
eigen
own
onlyninetypounds,savedfrom
jaar
year
toyear,putby
zorgvuldig
carefully
poundbypound,outofher
kleding
dress
allowance.
Shehadscraped
dit
this
sumtogetheratthe
voorstel
suggestion
ofherhusbandas
een
a
shieldandrefugeagainst
een
a
rainyday.
Herdressallowance,
gaf
given
herbyherfather,was£100
een
a
year,sothatMrs.Wilkins’sclotheswerewhather
man
husband
,urginghertosave,
noemde
called
modestandbecoming,andher
kennis
acquaintance
toeachother,whenthey
spraken
spoke
ofheratall,whichwas
zelden
seldom
forshewasverynegligible,
noemde
called
aperfectsight.
Mr.
Wilkins,
een
a
solicitor,encouragedthrift,exceptthat
tak
branch
ofitwhichgotintohis
eten
food
.
Hedidnotcall
dat
that
thrift,hecalledit
slecht
bad
housekeeping.
Butforthethrift
die
which
,likemoth,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’s
kleren
clothes
andspoiltthem,he
had
had
muchpraise.
“Youneverknow,”he
zei
said
,“whentherewillbe
een
a
rainyday,andyoumaybe
erg
very
gladtofindyou
hebt
have
anest-egg.
Indeedwe
allebei
both
may.”
Lookingoutof
het
the
clubwindowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswas
een
an
economicalclub,butconvenientforHampstead,
waar
where
shelived,andforShoolbred’s,
waar
where
sheshopped—Mrs.
Wilkins,having
gestaan
stood
theresometimeverydrearily,hermind’s
oog
eye
ontheMediterraneanin
April
April
,andthewistaria,and
de
the
enviableopportunitiesoftherich,whileher
lichamelijke
bodily
eyewatchedthereallyextremelyhorriblesooty
regen
rain
fallingsteadilyonthehurryingumbrellas
en
and
splashingomnibuses,suddenlywondered
of
whether
perhapsthiswasnot
de
the
rainydayMellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadsooftenencouragedhertopreparefor,
en
and
whethertogetoutofsuch
een
a
climateandintothesmallmediaevalcastlewasn’t
misschien
perhaps
whatProvidencehadallalongintendedhertodowithhersavings.
Deel
Part
ofhersavings,of
natuurlijk
course
;
perhapsquiteasmall
deel
part
.
Thecastle,beingmediaeval,
kan
might
alsobedilapidated,anddilapidationswere
zeker
surely
cheap.
Shewouldn’tin
het
the
leastmindafewofthem,
omdat
because
youdidn’tpayfordilapidations
die
which
werealreadythere;
on
de
the
contrary—byreducingthepriceyouhadto
betalen
pay
theyreallypaidyou.
Maar
But
whatnonsensetothinkofit...
She
draaide
turned
awayfromthewindow
met
with
thesamegestureofmingledirritation
en
and
resignationwithwhichshe
had
had
laiddownTheTimes,
en
and
crossedtheroomtowardsthe
deur
door
withtheintentionof
halen
getting
hermackintoshandumbrella
en
and
fightingherwayintooneoftheovercrowdedomnibuses
en
and
goingtoShoolbred’sonherway
huis
home
andbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwasdifficult
met
with
fishandlikedonlysoles,exceptsalmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,awomansheknewbysightasalsolivinginHampstead
en
and
belongingtotheclub,sittingatthetableinthemiddleofthe
kamer
room
onwhichthenewspapers
en
and
magazineswerekept,absorbed,inher
draaide
turn
,inthefirstpageofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
had
had
neveryetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,
die
who
belongedtooneof
de
the
variouschurchsets,and
die
who
analysed,classified,dividedand
registreerde
registered
thepoor;
whereasshe
en
and
Mellersh,whentheydid
gingen
go
out,wenttothepartiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampstead
er
there
weremany.
Mellershhada
zuster
sister
whohadmarriedoneofthem
en
and
liveduponthe
Heide
Heath
,andbecauseofthis
alliantie
alliance
Mrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoa
cirkel
circle
whichwashighlyunnaturalto
haar
her
,andshehadlearnedtodreadpictures.
Shehadto
zeggen
say
thingsaboutthem,andshedidn’t
wist
know
whattosay.
Sheusedtomurmur,“Marvellous,”
en
and
feelthatitwasnot
genoeg
enough
.
Butnobodyminded.
Nobody
luisterde
listened
.
NobodytookanynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.
Shewas
het
the
kindofpersonwhoisnot
opgemerkt
noticed
atparties.
Herclothes,infestedbythrift,
maakten
made
herpracticallyinvisible;
her
gezicht
face
wasnon-arresting;
herconversationwas
terughoudend
reluctant
;
shewasshy.
And
als
if
one’sclothesandface
en
and
conversationareallnegligible,
dacht
thought
Mrs.Wilkins,whorecognisedherdisabilities,
wat
what
,atparties,isthereleftofone?
Ook
Also
shewasalwayswithWilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-looking
man
man
,whogaveaparty,
alleen
merely
bycomingtoit,
een
a
greatair.
Wilkinswas
erg
very
respectable.
Hewasknowntobe
zeer
highly
thoughtofbyhis
senior
senior
partners.
Hissister’scircle
bewonderde
admired
him.
Hepronouncedadequately
intelligente
intelligent
judgmentsonartandartists.
Hewaspithy;
hewas
voorzichtig
prudent
;
heneversaida
woord
word
toomuch,nor,on
de
the
otherhand,didheever
zei
say
awordtoolittle.
Heproduced
de
the
impressionofkeepingcopiesof
alles
everything
hesaid;
andhewasso
duidelijk
obviously
reliablethatitoften
gebeurde
happened
thatpeoplewhomethimattheseparties
werden
became
discontentedwiththeirownsolicitors,
en
and
afteraperiodof
rusteloosheid
restlessness
extricatedthemselvesandwenttoWilkins.
Natuurlijk
Naturally
Mrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.
“She,”
zei
said
hissister,withsomethingherselfof
de
the
judicial,thedigested,and
de
the
finalinhermanner,“should
zijn
stay
athome.”
ButWilkins
kon
could
notleavehiswifeat
thuis
home
.
Hewasafamily
advocaat
solicitor
,andallsuchhavewives
en
and
showthem.
Withhisin
de
the
weekhewenttoparties,
en
and
withhisonSundayshe
ging
went
tochurch.
Beingstillfairlyyoung—hewasthirty-nine—and
ambitieus
ambitious
ofoldladies,ofwhomhe
had
had
notyetacquiredinhis
praktijk
practice
asufficientnumber,he
kon
could
notaffordtomiss
kerk
church
,anditwasthere
dat
that
Mrs.Wilkinsbecamefamiliar,though
nooit
never
throughwords,withMrs.Arbuthnot.
She
zag
saw
hermarshallingthechildrenof
de
the
poorintopews.
She
zouden
would
comeinatthe
hoofd
head
oftheprocessionfromtheSundaySchool
precies
exactly
fiveminutesbeforethe
koor
choir
,andgetherboys
en
and
girlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,
en
and
downontheirlittlekneesintheirpreliminaryprayer,
en
and
upagainontheir
voeten
feet
justas,totheswellingorgan,thevestry
deur
door
opened,andthechoir
en
and
clergy,bigwiththelitanies
en
and
commandmentstheywerepresentlytorollout,
naar voren
emerged
.
Shehadasad
gezicht
face
,yetshewasevidentlyefficient.
De
The
combinationusedtomakeMrs.Wilkinswonder,forshe
had
had
beentoldbyMellersh,ondayswhenshe
had
had
onlybeenableto
krijgen
get
plaice,thatifonewereefficient
men
one
wouldn’tbedepressed,and
dat
that
ifonedoesone’s
werk
job
wellonebecomesautomatically
helder
bright
andbrisk.
AboutMrs.Arbuthnot
er
there
wasnothingbrightandbrisk,though
veel
much
inherwaywith
de
the
SundaySchoolchildrenthatwas
automatisch
automatic
;
butwhenMrs.Wilkins,
draaiend
turning
fromthewindow,caughtsightofherinthe
club
club
shewasnotbeing
automatisch
automatic
atall,butwas
keek
looking
fixedlyatoneportionofthe
eerste
first
pageofTheTimes,
houden
holding
thepaperquitestill,hereyesnot
bewegen
moving
.
Shewasjuststaring;
en
and
herface,asusual,was
het
the
faceofapatient
en
and
disappointedMadonna.
Obeyinganimpulseshewonderedatevenwhileobeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,
de
the
shyandthereluctant,
plaats
instead
ofproceedingasshe
had
had
intendedtothecloakroom
en
and
fromthencetoSchoolbred’sin
zoek
search
ofMellersh’sfish,stoppedat
de
the
tableandsatdown
precies
exactly
oppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshe
had
had
neveryetspokeninher
leven
life
.
Itwasoneofthose
lange
long
,narrowrefectorytables,sothattheywerequite
dicht
close
toeachother.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot,
echter
however
,didnotlookup.
She
bleef
continued
togaze,witheyes
die
that
seemedtobedreaming,atone
plek
spot
onlyofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
keek
watched
heraminute,tryingtoscrewup
moed
courage
tospeaktoher.
She
wilde
wanted
toaskherifshe
had
had
seentheadvertisement.
Shedidnot
wist
know
whyshewantedto
vragen
ask
herthis,butshe
wilde
wanted
to.
Howstupidnottobe
kunnen
able
tospeaktoher.
Shelookedsokind.
Shelookedsounhappy.
Waarom
Why
couldn’ttwounhappypeople
verfrissen
refresh
eachotherontheir
weg
way
throughthisdustybusinessof
leven
life
byalittletalk—real,naturaltalk,aboutwhatthey
voelden
felt
,whattheywouldhaveliked,whatthey
nog steeds
still
triedtohope?
Andshe
kon
could
nothelpthinkingthatMrs.Arbuthnot,too,was
lezen
reading
thatverysameadvertisement.
Hereyeswereon
het
the
verypartofthe
papier
paper
.
Wasshe,too,picturingwhatit
zou
would
belike—thecolour,the
geur
fragrance
,thelight,thesoftlappingofthe
zee
sea
amonglittlehotrocks?
Kleur
Colour
,fragrance,light,sea;
insteadofShaftesbury
Avenue
Avenue
,andthewetomnibuses,
en
and
thefishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,
en
and
theTubetoHampstead,
en
and
dinner,andto-morrowthe
hetzelfde
same
andthedayafterthe
hetzelfde
same
andalwaysthesame...
Plotseling
Suddenly
Mrs.Wilkinsfoundherselfleaning
over
across
thetable.
“Areyou
lees
reading
aboutthemediaevalcastle
en
and
thewistaria?”
sheheardherself
vragen
asking
.
NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwas
verrast
surprised
;
butshewasnot
helft
half
somuchsurprisedasMrs.Wilkinswasatherselffor
vragen
asking
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnotyettoherknowledgeseteyeson
de
the
shabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfigure
zat
sitting
oppositeher,withits
kleine
small
freckledfaceandbiggreyeyes
bijna
almost
disappearingunderasmashed-downwet-weather
hoed
hat
,andshegazedather
een
a
momentwithoutanswering.
Shewasreading
over
about
themediaevalcastleandthewistaria,
of
or
ratherhadreadaboutit
tien
ten
minutesbefore,andsincethen
had
had
beenlostindreams—of
licht
light
,ofcolour,offragrance,ofthe
zachte
soft
lappingofthesea
tussen
among
littlehotrocks...
“Whydoyou
vraag
ask
methat?”
shesaidinher
ernstige
grave
voice,forhertrainingof
en
and
bythepoorhad
gemaakt
made
hergraveandpatient.
Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
en
and
lookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.
“Oh,
alleen
only
becauseIsawittoo,
en
and
Ithoughtperhaps—Ithoughtsomehow—”
shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,her
geest
mind
beingusedtogetting
mensen
people
intolistsanddivisions,from
gewoonte
habit
considered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,
onder
under
whatheading,supposingshehadtoclassify
haar
her
,shecouldmostproperlybeput.
“AndI
ken
know
youbysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,
die
who
,likealltheshy,onceshewas
begonnen
started
plungedon,frighteningherselfto
meer
more
andmorespeechby
het
the
sheersoundofwhatshe
had
had
saidlastinherears.
“EverySunday—I
zie
see
youeverySundayinchurch—”.
“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Andthis
lijkt
seems
suchawonderfulthing—this
advertentie
advertisement
aboutthewistaria—and—”.
Mrs.
Wilkins,
die
who
musthavebeenatleastthirty,
brak
broke
offandwriggledinher
stoel
chair
withthemovementof
een
an
awkwardandembarrassedschoolgirl.
“It
lijkt
seems
sowonderful,”shewentonin
een
a
kindofburst,“and—itissuch
een
a
miserableday...”
En
And
thenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnot
met
with
theeyesofanimprisoned
hond
dog
.
“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,
wiens
whose
lifewasspentin
helpen
helping
andalleviating,“needsadvice.”
Sheaccordingly
bereidde
prepared
herselfpatientlytogive
het
it
.
“Ifyouseemeinchurch,”she
zei
said
,kindlyandattentively,“IsupposeyouliveinHampsteadtoo?”
“Ohyes,”
zei
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
Andshe
herhaalde
repeated
,herheadonits
lange
long
thinneckdroopinga
beetje
little
asiftherecollectionofHampsteadbowedher,“Ohyes.”
“Where?”
vroeg
asked
Mrs.Arbuthnot,who,whenadvicewasneeded,
natuurlijk
naturally
firstproceededtocollectthefacts.
Maar
But
Mrs.Wilkins,layingher
hand
hand
softlyandcaressinglyonthe
deel
part
ofTheTimeswherethe
advertentie
advertisement
was,asthoughthe
louter
mere
printedwordsofitwere
kostbaar
precious
,onlysaid,“Perhapsthat’s
waarom
why
thisseemssowonderful.”
“No—I
denk
think
that’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
vergeten
forgetting
factsandfaintlysighing.
“Thenyouwere
las
reading
it?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyes
gingen
going
dreamyagain.
“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”
zei
said
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,which
had
had
litup,fadedinto
geduld
patience
again.
“Verywonderful,”she
zei
said
.
“Butit’snouse
verspillen
wasting
one’stimethinkingof
zulke
such
things.”
“Oh,butitis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’s
snelle
quick
,surprisingreply;
surprisingbecauseitwassomuchunlikethe
rest
rest
ofher—thecharacterlesscoat
en
and
skirt,thecrumpledhat,theundecidedwispof
haar
hair
stragglingout.
“Andjusttheconsideringofthemisworthwhileinitself—sucha
verandering
change
fromHampstead—andsometimesIbelieve—I
echt
really
dobelieve—ifoneconsiders
hard
hard
enoughonegetsthings.”
Mrs.
Arbuthnot
observeerde
observed
herpatiently.
Inwhat
categorie
category
wouldshe,supposingshehadto,put
haar
her
?
“Perhaps,”shesaid,leaning
naar voren
forward
alittle,“youwill
vertellen
tell
meyourname.
Ifwearetobefriends”—shesmiledher
ernstige
grave
smile—“asIhopewe
zijn
are
,wehadbetterbeginat
het
the
beginning.”
“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”
zei
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”she
voegde
added
,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnot
zei
said
nothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.
Soms
Sometimes
it—itdoesn’tseemtoconvey
niets
anything
tomeeither.
But”—she
keek
looked
roundwithamovementof
zoeken
seeking
help—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnotlikeher
naam
name
.
Itwasamean,
kleine
small
name,withakindoffacetious
twist
twist
,shethought,aboutits
einde
end
liketheupwardcurveof
een
a
pugdog’stail.
Thereitwas,
maar
however
.
Therewasnodoing
niets
anything
withit.
Wilkinsshewas
en
and
Wilkinsshewouldremain;
en
and
thoughherhusbandencouragedherto
geven
give
itonalloccasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinsshe
alleen
only
didthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshe
dacht
thought
MellershmadeWilkinsworse,emphasisingitinthe
manier
way
Chatsworthonthegate-postsof
een
a
villaemphasisesthevilla.
Toen
When
firsthesuggestedshe
moest
should
addMellershshehadobjectedfor
de
the
abovereason,andafter
een
a
pause—Mellershwasmuchtooprudentto
spreken
speak
exceptafterapause,
tijdens
during
whichpresumablyhewas
nam
taking
acarefulmentalcopyofhiscomingobservation—he
zei
said
,muchdispleased,“ButIamnot
een
a
villa,”andlookedatherashelookswho
hoopt
hopes
,forperhapsthehundredth
keer
time
,thathemaynot
had
have
marriedafool.
Of
natuurlijk
course
hewasnota
villa
villa
,Mrs.Wilkinsassuredhim;
she
had
had
neversupposedhewas;
she
had
had
notdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonlyjust
dacht
thinking
...
The
meer
more
sheexplainedthemoreearnest
werd
became
Mellersh’shope,familiartohimbythis
tijd
time
,forhehadthenbeena
man
husband
fortwoyears,thathemightnotbyanychancehave
getrouwd
married
afool;
andtheyhadaprolonged
ruzie
quarrel
,ifthatcanbe
genoemd
called
aquarrelwhichis
gevoerd
conducted
withdignifiedsilenceonone
kant
side
andearnestapologyon
de
the
other,astowhetherornoMrs.Wilkinshadintendedto
suggereren
suggest
thatMr.Wilkinswasa
villa
villa
.
“Ibelieve,”shehad
gedacht
thought
whenitwasatlastover—ittookalongwhile—“that
iedereen
anybody
wouldquarrelaboutanythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeing
samen
together
forasingledayfor
twee
two
wholeyears.
Whatwe
allebei
both
needisaholiday.”
“Myhusband,”
ging
went
onMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,
probeert
trying
tothrowsomelightonherself,“is
een
a
solicitor.
He—”
Shecast
over
about
forsomethingshecould
zeggen
say
elucidatoryofMellersh,and
vond
found
:
“He’sveryhandsome.”
“Well,”
zei
said
Mrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“that
moet
must
beagreatpleasuretoyou.”
“Why?”
vroeg
asked
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,a
beetje
little
takenaback,forconstant
omgang
intercourse
withthepoorhad
gewend
accustomed
hertohaveherpronouncements
accepteren
accepted
withoutquestion,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isa
geschenk
gift
likeanyother,andifitis
goed
properly
used—”.
Shetrailedoffinto
stilte
silence
.
Mrs.Wilkins’sgreatgreyeyeswerefixedon
haar
her
,anditseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnot
dat
that
perhapsshewasbecomingcrystallisedintoa
gewoonte
habit
ofexposition,andofexpositionafterthe
manier
manner
ofnursemaids,throughhavingan
publiek
audience
thatcouldn’tbutagree,
dat
that
wouldbeafraid,ifit
wilde
wished
,tointerrupt,thatdidn’t
wist
know
,thatwas,infact,ather
genade
mercy
.
ButMrs.Wilkinswasnot
luisterde
listening
;
forjustthen,absurdasit
leek
seemed
,apicturehadflashed
over
across
herbrain,andtherewere
twee
two
figuresinitsitting
samen
together
underagreattrailingwistaria
die
that
stretchedacrossthebranchesof
een
a
treeshedidn’tknow,
en
and
itwasherselfandMrs.Arbuthnot—she
zag
saw
them—shesawthem.
And
achter
behind
them,brightinsunshine,were
oude
old
greywalls—themediaevalcastle—she
zag
saw
it—theywerethere...
She
daarom
therefore
staredatMrs.Arbuthnot
en
and
didnotheara
woord
word
shesaid.
AndMrs.Arbuthnot
staarde
stared
tooatMrs.Wilkins,arrestedbythe
uitdrukking
expression
onherface,whichwassweptbythe
opwinding
excitement
ofwhatshesaw,
en
and
wasasluminousandtremulous
onder
under
itaswaterinsunlightwhenitisruffledby
een
a
gustofwind.
At
dit
this
moment,ifshehadbeenat
een
a
party,Mrs.Wilkinswouldhavebeenlookedat
met
with
interest.
Theystaredateachother;
Mrs.Arbuthnot
verraste
surprised
,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkinswith
de
the
eyesofsomeone
die
who
hashadarevelation.
Of
natuurlijk
course
.
Thatwashowit
kon
could
bedone.
Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’t
veroorloven
afford
it,andwouldn’tbe
kunnen
able
,evenifshecould
veroorloven
afford
it,togothereall
alleen
alone
;
butsheandMrs.Arbuthnot
samen
together
...
Sheleaned
over
across
thetable.
“Whydon’twe
proberen
try
andgetit?”
she
fluisterde
whispered
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnotbecameeven
meer
more
wide-eyed.
“Getit?”
she
herhaalde
repeated
.
“Yes,”saidMrs.Wilkins,
nog steeds
still
asthoughshewere
bang
afraid
ofbeingoverheard.
“Notjust
zitten
sit
hereandsayHow
prachtig
wonderful
,andthengohometoHampstead
zonder
without
havingputoutafinger—go
huis
home
justasusualandseeaboutthe
diner
dinner
andthefishjustaswe’vebeendoingforyears
en
and
yearsandwillgoondoingforyears
en
and
years.
Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingtotherootsofherhair,forthe
geluid
sound
ofwhatshewas
zei
saying
,ofwhatwascomingpouringout,frightenedher,
en
and
yetshecouldn’tstop,“I
zie
see
noendtoit.
Er
There
isnoendtoit.
Sothat
er
there
oughttobeabreak,
er
there
oughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.
Why,itwould
echt
really
bebeingunselfishto
gaan
go
awayandbehappyfor
een
a
little,becausewewouldcomebacksomuch
aardiger
nicer
.
Yousee,afterabit
iedereen
everybody
needsaholiday.”
“But—howdoyou
bedoel
mean
,getit?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Takeit,”
zei
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”