England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; World War, 1914-1918 -- Social aspects -- England -- Fiction
"There's at least that bond of sympathy between us," she said drily.
"Gran'fer's Wantways is six and three-quarters miles from Udimore;
Udimore is exactly five from us; total, eleven and three-quarters;
twelve and a quarter if you add half a mile for Udimore itself. The name
is Udimore, not Uddlemere. Local place-name enthusiasts derive this from
'O'er the mere.' Absurd! Legend as follows: Church builders desiring to
put church with relic of St. Rumwold in wrong place, voice wailed: 'O'er
the mere.' Obviously absurd! . . . Putrid! '_O'er the_' by Grimm's law
impossible as '_Udi_'; '_mere_' not a middle Low German word
at all. . . ."
"Why," Tietjens said, "are you giving me all this information?"
"Because," the girl said, "it's the way your mind works. . . . It picks
up useless facts as silver after you've polished it picks up sulphur
vapour; and tarnishes! It arranges the useless facts in obsolescent
patterns and makes Toryism out of them. . . . I've never met a Cambridge
Tory man before. I thought they were all in museums and you work them up
again out of bones. That's what father used to say; he was an Oxford
Disraelian Conservative Imperialist. . . ."
"I know of course," Tietjens said.
"Of course you know," the girl said. "You know everything. . . . And
you've worked everything into absurd principles. You think father was
unsound because he tried to apply tendencies to life. _You_ want to be a
Nenglish country gentleman and spin principles out of the newspapers and
the gossip of horse-fairs. And let the country go to hell, you'll never
stir a finger except to say I told you so."
She touched him suddenly on the arm:
"_Don't_ mind me!" she said. "It's reaction. I'm so happy. I'm so
happy."
He said:
"That's all right! That's all right!" But for a minute or two it wasn't
really. All feminine claws, he said to himself, are sheathed in velvet;
but they can hurt a good deal if they touch you on the sore places of
the defects of your qualities--even merely with the velvet. He added:
"Your mother works you very hard."
She exclaimed:
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