London (England) -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
'Saturday, yes,' Edith went on, after a glance at him. 'Only, I promised
to take the two children to an afternoon performance.'
'Did you though?' Bruce brightened up. 'Rather hard luck on them to
disappoint them. Mind you, Edith, I don't believe in spoiling children.
I don't think their parents should be absolute slaves to them; but, on
the other hand, I don't think it's good for them to disappoint them
quite so much as that; and, after all--well, a promise to a child!' He
shook his head sentimentally. 'Perhaps it's a fad of mine; I daresay it
is; but I don't like the idea of breaking a promise to a child!'
'It does seem a shame. Too bad.'
'You agree with me? I knew you would. I've heard you say the same
yourself. Well then, look here, Edith; suppose we do it--suppose you do
it, I mean. Suppose you go with Archie and Dilly. They're to lunch with
my mother, aren't they?'
'Yes, dear. But we were to have fetched them from there and then taken
them on to the theatre!'
'Well, do it, then, my dear girl! Stick to your plan. Don't let me spoil
your afternoon! Gracious heaven! I--I--why, I can quite well take Madame
Frabelle myself.' He looked at the barometer. 'The glass is going up,'
he said, giving it first a tap and then a slight shake to encourage it
to go up higher and to look sharp about it. 'So that's settled, then,
dear. That's fixed up. I'll take her on the river. I don't mind in the
very least. I shall be only too pleased--delighted. Oh, don't thank me,
my dear girl; I know one ought to put oneself out for a guest,
especially a widow ... under these circumstances over in England ...
during the war too ... hang it, it's the least one can do.'... Bruce's
murmurings were interrupted by the entrance of the lady in question. He
made the suggestion, and explained the arrangement. She consented
immediately with much graciousness.
'I dote on the river, and haven't been for years.'
'Now where would you like to go?' he asked. 'What part of the river do
you like? How about Maidenhead?'
'Oh, any part. Don't ask me! Anything you suggest is sure to be right.
You know far more about these things than I do. But Maidenhead--isn't it
just a little commonplace? A little noisy and crowded, even now?'
'By jove, yes, you're quite right. Madame Frabelle's perfectly right,
Edith, you know. Well, what about Shepperton?'
'Shepperton? Oh, charming! Dear little town. But it isn't exactly what I
call the river, if you know what I mean. I mean to say--'
'Well, could you suggest a place?' said Bruce.
'Oh, I'm the worst person in the world for suggesting anything,' said
Madame Frabelle. 'And I know so little of the river. But how about
Kingston?'
'Kingston? Oh, capital. That would be charming.'
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