Betrothal -- Fiction; England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
But among the endless other things she had also discovered that a year
has only fifty-two weeks in it, fifty-two series of seven definite days;
that it is no interminable road disappearing into the mists of the
future; that it is no more, indeed, than a streaking drive down a Paris
street, with busy months to right and left of her, like shops that she
had no time to explore. Terrible, how time went, when there was much to
see, and do, and learn, before she went back to Brackenhurst. Dear old
Brackenhurst! She meant to reform Brackenhurst. Justin would back
her.... Lectures in the schools on—oh, you know, interesting
people—Corneille and Racine and Anatole France (she was nothing if not
catholic) and some really decent recitations at the penny readings....
And the drawing-room must be done up ... black walls and futurist
cushions ... and get rid of the Landseers.... She should enjoy herself
when she returned to Brackenhurst—if Justin backed her.... She wondered
what he would say to the way she did her hair?... She couldn’t think why
Aunt Adela wrote such fussy letters about finding Brackenhurst quiet?
Because she had been to the opera twice in a week, she supposed.... But
Aunt Adela wouldn’t understand how absurdly cheap—and besides, she had
paid for it herself out of her birthday tip.... Aunt Adela needn’t think
she didn’t realize how good it was of Gran’papa to send her to Paris....
Aunt Adela might know she would be careful.... But a franc was only
tenpence, not a shilling ... and she had sold the picture she had been
copying at the Louvre ... a lady, an American, had come up and liked it
and bought it! Three pounds—seventy-five francs! Gran’papa needn’t send
her any more pocket-money: she could last for months on that.... As for
finding Brackenhurst quiet, she meant to turn the loose-box into an
_atelier_ when she got back, and paint the entire village. She wondered
if Gran’papa would sit to her?... A beard was such a comfort ... mouths
were always the trouble....
All this in the first months. But you can see how the old sullen,
childish distrust of everybody was wearing itself out. She was
astonished to find that people were inclined to like her at sight, and,
intrigued by such original behaviour, she unbent, responded, and ended
by acquiring in her turn a habit of appreciation.
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