Bildungsromans; England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Illegitimate children -- Fiction
Still it had been rather absurd, Michael thought, as he tapped his egg,
to suppose there was anything in Stella’s temperament which could ever
link her to Lily. Should he announce his quest for her approbation and
sympathy? It was difficult somehow to begin. Already a subtle change
had taken place in their relation to each other since she was engaged
to Alan. Of course, his reserve was ridiculous, but he could not bring
himself to break through now. Besides, in any case it were better to
wait until he had found Lily again. It would all sound very
pretentiously noble in anticipation, and though she would have every
right to laugh, he did not want her to laugh. When he stood on the
brink of marriage, they would none of them be able to laugh. There was
a grim satisfaction in that.
“When does mother suggest you should be married?” he asked.
“We more or less settled November. Alan has given up the Civil Service.
That’s my first piece of self-assertion. He’s coming for me this
morning, and we’re going to lunch at Richmond.”
“You’ve never met Mr. and Mrs. Merivale?”
Stella shook her head.
“Old Merivale’s a ripping old boy. Always making bad puns. And Mrs.
Merivale’s a dear.”
“They must both be perfect to have been the father and mother of Alan,”
said Stella.
“I shouldn’t get too excited over him,” Michael advised. “Or over
yourself, either. You might give me the credit of knowing all about it
long before either of you.”
“Darling Michael,” she cried, bounding at him like a puppy.
“When you’ve done making an ass of yourself you might chuck me a roll.”
Alan arrived soon after breakfast, and he and Michael had a few minutes
together, while Stella was getting ready to go out.
“Were your people pleased?” Michael asked.
“Oh, of course. Naturally the mater was a little nervous. She thought I
seemed young. Talked a good deal about being a little boy only
yesterday and that sort of rot.”
“And your governor?”
“He supposed I was determined to steal her,” said Alan, with a
whimsical look of apology for the pun. “And having worked that off he
spent the rest of the evening relishing his own joke.”
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