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CHAPTERI
Ifithadnotrainedon
en
a
certainMaymorningValancyStirling’swhole
livet
life
wouldhavebeenentirely
annerledes
different
.
Shewouldhavegone,
med
with
therestofherclan,toAuntWellington’sengagementpicnic
og
and
Dr.TrentwouldhavegonetoMontreal.
Men
But
itdidrainandyoushall
høre
hear
whathappenedtoherbecauseof
det
it
.
Valancywakenedearly,in
den
the
lifeless,hopelesshourjustprecedingdawn.
She
hadde
had
notsleptverywell.
Onedoesnot
sover
sleep
well,sometimes,whenoneistwenty-nineonthemorrow,
og
and
unmarried,inacommunity
og
and
connectionwheretheunmarriedaresimplythose
som
who
havefailedtogeta
mann
man
.
DeerwoodandtheStirlings
hadde
had
longsincerelegatedValancytohopeless
gammel
old
maidenhood.
ButValancyherself
hadde
had
neverquiterelinquishedacertainpitiful,shamed,
liten
little
hopethatRomancewould
komme
come
herwayyet—never,until
denne
this
wet,horriblemorning,whenshewakenedtothe
faktum
fact
thatshewastwenty-nine
og
and
unsoughtbyanyman.
Ay,
det
there
laythesting.
Valancydidnotmindso
mye
much
beinganoldmaid.
After
alt
all
,shethought,beingan
gammel
old
maidcouldn’tpossiblybeasdreadfulasbeing
gift
married
toanUncleWellington
eller
or
anUncleBenjamin,oreven
en
an
UncleHerbert.
Whathurtherwasthatshehad
aldri
never
hadachancetobe
noe
anything
butanoldmaid.
Ingen
No
manhadeverdesired
henne
her
.
Thetearscameintohereyesasshe
lay
therealoneinthefaintlygreyingdarkness.
Shedarednot
la
let
herselfcryashardasshe
ønsket
wanted
to,fortworeasons.
Shewas
redd
afraid
thatcryingmightbringonanotherattackof
at
that
painaroundtheheart.
Shehadhad
en
a
spellofitaftershehadgotintobed—ratherworse
enn
than
anyshehadhad
ennå
yet
.
Andshewasafraidher
mor
mother
wouldnoticeherredeyesatbreakfast
og
and
keepatherwith
minutt
minute
,persistent,mosquito-likequestionsregardingthe
årsaken
cause
thereof.
“Suppose,”thoughtValancy
med
with
aghastlygrin,“I
svarte
answered
withtheplaintruth,‘Iamcrying
fordi
because
Icannotgetmarried.’
Hvor
How
horrifiedMotherwouldbe—thoughsheisashamed
hver
every
dayofherlifeofher
gamle
old
maiddaughter.”
Butof
selvfølgelig
course
appearancesshouldbekept
opp
up
.
“Itisnot,”Valancy
kunne
could
hearhermother’sprim,dictatorialvoiceasserting,“itisnotmaidenlyto
tenke
think
aboutmen.”
Thethoughtofhermother’sexpressionmadeValancylaugh—forshe
hadde
had
asenseofhumour
ingen
nobody
inherclansuspected.
Forthat
saken
matter
,therewereagood
mange
many
thingsaboutValancythat
ingen
nobody
suspected.
Butherlaughterwas
veldig
very
superficialandpresentlyshe
lay
there,ahuddled,futile
liten
little
figure,listeningtotherainpouring
ned
down
outsideandwatching,with
en
a
sickdistaste,thechill,merciless
lys
light
creepingintoherugly,sordid
rom
room
.
Sheknewtheuglinessofthat
rommet
room
byheart—knewitand
hatet
hated
it.
Theyellow-paintedfloor,
med
with
onehideous,“hooked”rugbythe
sengen
bed
,withagrotesque,“hooked”
hund
dog
onit,alwaysgrinningather
når
when
sheawoke;
thefaded,dark-redpaper;
theceilingdiscolouredby
gamle
old
leaksandcrossedbycracks;
den
the
narrow,pinchedlittlewashstand;
thebrown-paperlambrequin
med
with
purplerosesonit;
thespotted
gamle
old
looking-glasswiththecrackacrossit,propped
opp
up
ontheinadequatedressing-table;
thejarofancientpotpourri
laget
made
byhermotherinhermythicalhoneymoon;
theshell-coveredbox,
med
with
oneburstcorner,whichCousinStickles
hadde
had
madeinherequallymythicalgirlhood;
den
the
beadedpincushionwithhalfitsbeadfringegone;
den
the
onestiff,yellowchair;
thefaded
gamle
old
motto,“Gonebutnotforgotten,”
jobbet
worked
incolouredyarnsaboutGreat-grand-motherStirling’sgrim
gamle
old
face;
theoldphotographsofancientrelatives
lenge
long
banishedfromtheroomsbelow.
Therewere
bare
only
twopicturesthatwerenotofrelatives.
One,an
gammel
old
chromoofapuppy
sitter
sitting
onarainydoorstep.
Det
That
picturealwaysmadeValancyunhappy.
Det
That
forlornlittledogcrouchedon
den
the
doorstepinthedrivingrain!
Hvorfor
Why
didn’tsomeoneopenthe
døren
door
andlethimin?
The
andre
other
picturewasafaded,passe-partoutedengravingofQueenLouise
kommer
coming
downastairway,whichAuntWellington
hadde
had
lavishlygivenheronhertenthbirthday.
Fornineteenyearsshe
hadde
had
lookedatitand
hatet
hated
it,beautiful,smug,self-satisfiedQueenLouise.
Men
But
sheneverdareddestroyit
eller
or
removeit.
MotherandCousinStickles
ville
would
havebeenaghast,or,asValancyirreverentlyexpresseditinherthoughts,
ville
would
havehadafit.
Everyroominthe
huset
house
wasugly,ofcourse.
Men
But
downstairsappearanceswerekept
opp
up
somewhat.
Therewasno
penger
money
forroomsnobodyever
saw
.
Valancysometimesfeltthatshe
kunne
could
havedonesomethingforher
rommet
room
herself,evenwithoutmoney,
hvis
if
shewerepermitted.
Buther
mor
mother
hadnegativedeverytimidsuggestion
og
and
Valancydidnotpersist.
Valancy
aldri
never
persisted.
Shewasafraid
å
to
.
Hermothercouldnotbrookopposition.
Mrs.Stirling
ville
would
sulkfordaysifoffended,
med
with
theairsofaninsultedduchess.
The
eneste
only
thingValancylikedabouther
rommet
room
wasthatshecouldbe
alene
alone
thereatnighttocryifshe
ville
wanted
to.
But,afterall,whatdiditmatter
hvis
if
aroom,whichyou
brukte
used
fornothingexceptsleeping
og
and
dressingin,wereugly?
Valancywas
aldri
never
permittedtostayaloneinher
rommet
room
foranyotherpurpose.
Folk
People
whowantedtobe
alene
alone
,soMrs.FrederickStirling
og
and
CousinSticklesbelieved,could
bare
only
wanttobealonefor
noen
some
sinisterpurpose.
ButherroomintheBlueCastlewas
alt
everything
aroomshouldbe.
Valancy,socowed
og
and
subduedandoverriddenandsnubbedin
virkelige
real
life,waswontto
la
let
herselfgorathersplendidlyinherday-dreams.
Ingen
Nobody
intheStirlingclan,
eller
or
itsramifications,suspectedthis,
minst
least
ofallhermother
og
and
CousinStickles.
Theynever
visste
knew
thatValancyhadtwohomes—theugly
røde
red
brickboxofa
hjem
home
,onElmStreet,andtheBlueCastleinSpain.
Valancy
hadde
had
livedspirituallyintheBlueCastleever
siden
since
shecouldremember.
She
hadde
had
beenaverytiny
barn
child
whenshefoundherselfpossessedof
det
it
.
Always,whensheshuthereyes,she
kunne
could
seeitplainly,withitsturrets
og
and
bannersonthepine-cladmountainheight,wrappedinitsfaint,blueloveliness,
mot
against
thesunsetskiesof
en
a
fairandunknownland.
Alt
Everything
wonderfulandbeautifulwasin
det
that
castle.
Jewelsthatqueens
kan
might
haveworn;
robesofmoonlight
og
and
fire;
couchesofroses
og
and
gold;
longflightsofshallowmarblesteps,
med
with
great,whiteurns,and
med
with
slender,mist-cladmaidensgoing
opp
up
anddownthem;
courts,marble-pillared,
hvor
where
shimmeringfountainsfellandnightingales
sang
sang
amongthemyrtles;
hallsofmirrors
som
that
reflectedonlyhandsomeknights
og
and
lovelywomen—herselftheloveliestof
alle
all
,forwhoseglancemen
døde
died
.
Allthatsupportedher
gjennom
through
theboredomofherdayswasthe
håpet
hope
ofgoingona
drøm
dream
spreeatnight.
Most,
hvis
if
notall,oftheStirlings
ville
would
havediedofhorror
hvis
if
theyhadknownhalfthethingsValancy
gjorde
did
inherBlueCastle.
Foronethingshe
hadde
had
quiteafewloversin
det
it
.
Oh,onlyoneata
gangen
time
.
Onewhowooedher
med
with
alltheromanticardourof
den
the
ageofchivalryand
vant
won
herafterlongdevotion
og
and
manydeedsofderring-do,
og
and
wasweddedtoher
med
with
pompandcircumstancein
den
the
great,banner-hungchapelof
den
the
BlueCastle.
Attwelve,
denne
this
loverwasafairlad
med
with
goldencurlsandheavenlyblueeyes.
Atfifteen,hewastall
og
and
darkandpale,but
fortsatt
still
necessarilyhandsome.
Attwenty,hewasascetic,dreamy,spiritual.
Attwenty-five,he
hadde
had
aclean-cutjaw,slightlygrim,
og
and
afacestrongandruggedrather
enn
than
handsome.
Valancynevergrewolder
enn
than
twenty-fiveinherBlueCastle,
men
but
recently—veryrecently—herherohadhadreddish,tawny
hår
hair
,atwistedsmileandamysteriouspast.
Idon’t
sier
say
Valancydeliberatelymurderedtheseloversassheoutgrew
dem
them
.
Onesimplyfadedawayasanother
kom
came
.
Thingsareveryconvenientin
denne
this
respectinBlueCastles.
Men
But
,onthismorningofher
dag
day
offate,Valancycouldnot
finne
find
thekeyofherBlueCastle.
Realitypressedonher
for
too
hardly,barkingatherheels
som
like
amaddeninglittledog.
Shewastwenty-nine,lonely,undesired,ill-favoured—the
eneste
only
homelygirlinahandsomeclan,with
ingen
no
pastandnofuture.
As
langt
far
asshecouldlook
tilbake
back
,lifewasdrabandcolourless,
med
with
notonesinglecrimson
eller
or
purplespotanywhere.
As
langt
far
asshecouldlookforwarditseemedcertaintobe
akkurat
just
thesameuntilshewas
ingenting
nothing
butasolitary,littlewitheredleafclingingto
en
a
wintrybough.
Themoment
da
when
awomanrealisesthatshe
har
has
nothingtolivefor—neither
kjærlighet
love
,duty,purposenorhope—holdsforherthebitternessof
døden
death
.
“AndIjusthavetogoon
leve
living
becauseIcan’tstop.
I
kan
may
havetoliveeightyyears,”
tenkte
thought
Valancy,inakindofpanic.
“We’re
alle
all
horriblylong-lived.
Itsickensmeto
tenke
think
ofit.”
Shewasgladitwasraining—orrather,shewasdrearilysatisfiedthatitwasraining.
There
ville
would
benopicnicthat
dagen
day
.
Thisannualpicnic,wherebyAunt
og
and
UncleWellington—onealwaysthoughtoftheminthatsuccession—inevitablycelebratedtheirengagementat
en
a
picnicthirtyyearsbefore,
hadde
had
been,oflateyears,
en
a
veritablenightmaretoValancy.
By
en
an
impishcoincidenceitwasthe
samme
same
dayasherbirthday
og
and
,aftershehadpassedtwenty-five,
ingen
nobody
letherforgetit.
Mye
Much
asshehatedgoingtothepicnic,it
ville
would
neverhaveoccurredtohertorebel
mot
against
it.
Thereseemedtobe
noe
nothing
oftherevolutionaryinhernature.
Og
And
sheknewexactlywhateveryone
ville
would
saytoheratthepicnic.
Onkel
Uncle
Wellington,whomshedisliked
og
and
despisedeventhoughhe
hadde
had
fulfilledthehighestStirlingaspiration,“marryingmoney,”
ville
would
saytoherin
en
a
pig’swhisper,“Notthinkingofgetting
gifte
married
yet,mydear?”
andthen
go
offintothebellowoflaughter
med
with
whichheinvariablyconcludedhisdullremarks.
AuntWellington,ofwhomValancystoodinabjectawe,
ville
would
tellheraboutOlive’s
nye
new
chiffondressandCecil’s
siste
last
devotedletter.
Valancywould
ha
have
tolookaspleased
og
and
interestedasifthedress
og
and
letterhadbeenhers
eller
or
elseAuntWellingtonwouldbeoffended.
Og
And
Valancyhadlongagodecided
at
that
shewouldratheroffend
Gud
God
thanAuntWellington,because
Gud
God
mightforgiveherbutAuntWellington
aldri
never
would.
AuntAlberta,enormouslyfat,
med
with
anamiablehabitof
alltid
always
referringtoherhusbandas“he,”as
om
if
heweretheonlymalecreaturein
den
the
world,whocouldnever
glemme
forget
thatshehadbeena
stor
great
beautyinheryouth,
ville
would
condolewithValancyonhersallowskin—.
“Idon’t
vet
know
whyallthegirlsoftodayaresosunburned.
Da
When
Iwasagirlmyskinwasroses
og
and
cream.
Iwascounted
den
the
prettiestgirlinCanada,mydear.”
Kanskje
Perhaps
UncleHerbertwouldn’tsayanything—or
kanskje
perhaps
hewouldremarkjocularly,“Howfatyou’re
blir
getting
,Doss!”
Andtheneverybody
ville
would
laughovertheexcessivelyhumorous
ideen
idea
ofpoor,scrawnylittleDoss
blir
getting
fat.
Handsome,solemnUncleJames,whomValancydisliked
men
but
respectedbecausehewasreputedtobe
veldig
very
cleverandwasthereforetheclanoracle—brainsbeingnone
for
too
plentifulintheStirlingconnection—would
sannsynligvis
probably
remarkwiththeowl-likesarcasm
som
that
hadwonhimhisreputation,“Isupposeyou’rebusy
med
with
yourhope-chestthesedays?”
Og
And
UncleBenjaminwouldask
noen
some
ofhisabominableconundrums,
mellom
between
wheezychuckles,andanswerthemhimself.
“Whatisthedifference
mellom
between
Dossandamouse?
“Themousewishestoharmthecheese
og
and
Dosswishestocharmthehe’s.”
Valancy
hadde
had
heardhimaskthatriddlefiftytimes
og
and
everytimeshewantedtothrow
noe
something
athim.
Butshe
aldri
never
did.
Inthefirstplace,theStirlingssimplydidnotthrowthings;
inthe
andre
second
place,UncleBenjaminwas
en
a
wealthyandchildlessoldwidower
og
and
Valancyhadbeenbroughtupinthefear
og
and
admonitionofhismoney.
Hvis
If
sheoffendedhimhe
ville
would
cutheroutofhiswill—supposingshewerein
det
it
.
Valancydidnotwanttobe
kuttet
cut
outofUncleBenjamin’s
ville
will
.
Shehadbeenpoorallher
liv
life
andknewthegallingbitternessofit.
Sosheenduredhisriddles
og
and
evensmiledtorturedlittlesmiles
over
over
them.
AuntIsabel,downright
og
and
disagreeableasaneastwind,
ville
would
criticiseherinsomeway—Valancy
kunne
could
notpredictjusthow,forAuntIsabel
aldri
never
repeatedacriticism—shefound
noe
something
newwithwhichtojabyou
hver
every
time.
AuntIsabelpridedherselfonsayingwhatshe
tenkte
thought
,butdidn’tlikeitso
godt
well
whenotherpeoplesaidwhatthey
tenkte
thought
toher.
Valancynever
sa
said
whatshethought.
CousinGeorgiana—named
etter
after
hergreat-great-grand-mother,whohadbeennamed
etter
after
GeorgetheFourth—wouldrecountdolorouslythenamesof
alle
all
relativesandfriendswho
hadde
had
diedsincethelastpicnic
og
and
wonder“whichofus
vil
will
bethefirstto
go
next.”
Oppressivelycompetent,AuntMildred
ville
would
talkendlesslyofher
ektemann
husband
andherodiousprodigiesofbabiestoValancy,
fordi
because
Valancywouldbethe
eneste
only
oneshecouldfindtoput
opp
up
withit.
Forthe
samme
same
reason,CousinGladys—reallyFirstCousinGladysonceremoved,accordingto
den
the
strictwayinwhich
den
the
Stirlingstabulatedrelationship—atall,thin
dame
lady
whoadmittedshehad
en
a
sensitivedisposition,woulddescribeminutely
den
the
torturesofherneuritis.
Og
And
Olive,thewondergirlof
den
the
wholeStirlingclan,who
hadde
had
everythingValancyhadnot—beauty,popularity,love,—would
vise
show
offherbeautyandpresumeonherpopularity
og
and
flauntherdiamondinsigniaof
kjærlighet
love
inValancy’sdazzled,enviouseyes.
Det
There
wouldbenoneofall
dette
this
today.
Andtherewouldbenopacking
opp
up
ofteaspoons.
Thepackingupwas
alltid
always
leftforValancyandCousinStickles.
Og
And
once,sixyearsago,
en
a
silverteaspoonfromAuntWellington’swedding
sett
set
hadbeenlost.
Valancy
aldri
never
heardthelastof
det
that
silverteaspoon.
ItsghostappearedBanquo-likeat
hver
every
subsequentfamilyfeast.
Oh,
ja
yes
,Valancyknewexactlywhatthepicnic
ville
would
belikeandsheblessedtherainthat
hadde
had
savedherfromit.
Det
There
wouldbenopicnicthis
år
year
.
IfAuntWellingtoncouldnotcelebrateon
den
the
sacreddayitselfshe
ville
would
havenocelebrationatall.
Takk
Thank
whatevergodstherewereforthat.
Siden
Since
therewouldbenopicnic,Valancy
laget
made
uphermindthat,
hvis
if
therainheldupintheafternoon,she
ville
would
gouptothelibrary
og
and
getanotherofJohnFoster’sbooks.
Valancywas
aldri
never
allowedtoreadnovels,
men
but
JohnFoster’sbookswerenotnovels.
Theywere“naturebooks”—sothelibrarian
fortalte
told
Mrs.FrederickStirling—“allaboutthewoods
og
and
birdsandbugsandthingslikethat,youknow.”
SoValancywasallowedto
lese
read
them—underprotest,foritwas
bare
only
tooevidentthatsheenjoyedthemtoo
mye
much
.
Itwaspermissible,evenlaudable,to
lese
read
toimproveyourmind
og
and
yourreligion,buta
bok
book
thatwasenjoyablewasdangerous.
Valancy
visste
did
notknowwhetherher
sinn
mind
wasbeingimprovedornot;
men
but
shefeltvaguelythat
hvis
if
shehadcomeacrossJohnFoster’sbooksyears
siden
ago
lifemighthavebeen
en
a
differentthingforher.
Theyseemedtohertoyieldglimpsesof
en
a
worldintowhichshe
kunne
might
oncehaveentered,thoughthe
døren
door
wasforeverbarredtoher
now
.
Itwasonlywithinthe
siste
last
yearthatJohnFoster’sbooks
hadde
had
beenintheDeerwoodlibrary,
om
though
thelibrariantoldValancythathe
hadde
had
beenawell-knownwriterforseveralyears.
“Wheredoeshelive?”
Valancy
hadde
had
asked.
“Nobodyknows.
Fromhisbookshe
must
beaCanadian,but
ingen
no
moreinformationcanbehad.
Hispublisherswon’t
si
say
aword.
QuitelikelyJohnFosteris
en
a
nomdeplume.
Hisbooksaresopopularwecan’t
holde
keep
theminatall,
om
though
Ireallycan’tseewhat
folk
people
findinthemtoraveover.”
“Ithinkthey’rewonderful,”
sa
said
Valancy,timidly.
“Oh—well—”
MissClarksonsmiledin
en
a
patronisingfashionthatrelegatedValancy’sopinionstolimbo,“Ican’t
si
say
Icaremuchforbugsmyself.
Men
But
certainlyFosterseemsto
vite
know
allthereisto
vite
know
aboutthem.”
Valancydidn’t
visste
know
whethershecaredmuchforbugseither.
ItwasnotJohnFoster’suncannyknowledgeofwildcreatures
og
and
insectlifethatenthralled
henne
her
.
Shecouldhardlysaywhatitwas—sometantalisinglureofamystery
aldri
never
revealed—somehintofa
stor
great
secretjustalittlefurtheron—somefaint,elusiveechooflovely,
glemte
forgotten
things—JohnFoster’smagicwasindefinable.
Ja
Yes
,shewouldgeta
ny
new
Fosterbook.
Itwas
en
a
monthsinceshehadThistleHarvest,sosurely
Mor
Mother
couldnotobject.
Valancy
hadde
had
readitfourtimes—she
visste
knew
wholepassagesoffby
hjertet
heart
.
And—shealmostthoughtshe
ville
would
goandseeDr.Trent
om
about
thatqueerpainaround
den
the
heart.
Ithadcomeratheroftenlately,
og
and
thepalpitationswerebecomingannoying,notto
snakke
speak
ofanoccasionaldizzy
øyeblikk
moment
andaqueershortnessofbreath.
Men
But
couldshegoto
se
see
himwithouttellinganyone?
Itwas
en
a
mostdaringthought.
NoneoftheStirlingseverconsultedadoctor
uten
without
holdingafamilycouncil
og
and
gettingUncleJames’approval.
Then,they
gikk
went
toDr.AmbroseMarshofPortLawrence,
som
who
hadmarriedSecondCousinAdelaideStirling.
Men
But
ValancydislikedDr.AmbroseMarsh.
Og
And
,besides,shecouldnotgettoPortLawrence,fifteenmiles
unna
away
,withoutbeingtakenthere.
She
vite
did
notwantanyoneto
vite
know
aboutherheart.
There
ville
would
besuchafuss
laget
made
andeverymemberofthefamily
ville
would
comedownandtalkit
over
over
andadviseherandcautionher
og
and
warnherandtellherhorribletalesofgreat-aunts
og
and
cousinsfortytimesremovedwho
hadde
had
been“justlikethat”
og
and
“droppeddeadwithoutamoment’swarning,mydear.”
AuntIsabel
ville
would
rememberthatshehad
alltid
always
saidDosslookedlike
en
a
girlwhowouldhavehearttrouble—“sopinched
og
and
peakedalways”;
andUncleWellington
ville
would
takeitasapersonalinsult,
når
when
“noStirlingeverhadheartdiseasebefore”;
og
and
Georgianawouldforebodeinperfectlyaudibleasides
at
that
“poor,dearlittleDossisn’t
lenge
long
forthisworld,I’mafraid”;
og
and
CousinGladyswouldsay,“Why,my
hjerte
heart
hasbeenlikethatforyears,”inatonethatimplied
ingen
no
oneelsehadany
virksomhet
business
eventohavea
hjerte
heart
;
andOlive—Olivewouldmerely
se
look
beautifulandsuperioranddisgustinglyhealthy,as
om
if
tosay,“Whyall
denne
this
fussoverafadedsuperfluitylikeDoss
når
when
youhaveme?”
Valancyfelt
at
that
shecouldn’ttellanybodyunlessshehadto.
Shefelt
ganske
quite
suretherewasnothingat
alle
all
seriouslywrongwithher
hjertet
heart
andnoneedof
alle
all
thepotherthatwouldensue
hvis
if
shementionedit.
She
ville
would
justslipupquietly
og
and
seeDr.Trentthatvery
dag
day
.
Asforhisbill,she
hadde
had
thetwohundreddollarsthather
far
father
hadputinthebankforherthe
dagen
day
shewasborn.
Shewas
aldri
never
allowedtouseeventheinterestof
dette
this
,butshewouldsecretly
ta
take
outenoughtopayDr.Trent.
Dr.
Trentwas
en
a
gruff,outspoken,absent-mindedoldfellow,
men
but
hewasarecognisedauthorityonheartdisease,
selv
even
ifhewereonly
en
a
generalpractitionerinout-of-the-worldDeerwood.
Dr.Trentwas
over
over
seventyandtherehadbeenrumoursthathemeanttoretire
snart
soon
.
NoneoftheStirlingclan
hadde
had
evergonetohim
siden
since
hehadtoldCousinGladys,
ti
ten
yearsbefore,thatherneuritiswas
alt
all
imaginaryandthatsheenjoyedit.
Youcouldn’tpatronise
en
a
doctorwhoinsultedyourfirst-cousin-once-removedlikethat—nottomentionthathewas
en
a
PresbyterianwhenalltheStirlings
gikk
went
totheAnglicanchurch.
CHAPTERII
Da
When
CousinSticklesknockedather
døren
door
,Valancyknewitwashalf-pastseven
og
and
shemustgetup.
As
lenge
long
asshecouldremember,CousinStickles
hadde
had
knockedatherdoorathalf-pastseven.
CousinStickles
og
and
Mrs.FrederickStirlinghadbeenup
siden
since
seven,butValancywasallowedto
ligge
lie
abedhalfanhourlongerbecauseofa
familie
family
traditionthatshewasdelicate.
Valancygot
opp
up
,thoughshehatedgetting
opp
up
morethismorningthanevershehad
før
before
.