England -- Social life and customs -- 20th century -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Journalists -- Fiction
“He is not,” she told him. “The doctor says he must go away--out of
England--for quite a month, and have no bother or work at all. It’s
partly nerves, you see, and over-work. Someone will have to go with him,
to look after him, but they’ve not settled who yet. He’ll probably go to
Greece, and walk about.... Anyhow he’s to be away somewhere.... And he’s
been destroying himself with worry because he must leave his work--the
settlement and everything--and he’s afraid it will go to pieces. You
know he has the Club House open every evening for the boys and young
men, and goes down there himself several nights a week. What we thought
was that perhaps you wouldn’t mind taking charge, being generally
responsible, in fact. There are several helpers, of course, but Hugh
wants someone to see after it and get people to give lectures and keep
the thing going. We thought you’d perhaps have the time, and we knew you
had the experience and could do it. It’s very important to have someone
at the top that they like; it just makes all the difference. And Hugh
thinks it so hopeful that they turned you out of St. Gregory’s; he
doesn’t entirely approve of St. Gregory’s, as you know. Now will you?”
Eddy, after due consideration, said he would do the best he could.
“I shall be very inept, you know. Will it matter much? I suppose the men
down there--Pollard and the rest--will see me through. And you’ll be
coming down sometimes, perhaps.”
She said “I may,” then looked at him for a moment speculatively, and
added, “But I may not. I might be away, with Hugh.”
“Oh,” said Eddy.
“If no one else satisfactory can go with him,” she said. “He must have
the right person. Someone who, besides looking after him, will make him
like living and travelling and seeing things. That’s very important, the
doctor says. He is such a terribly depressed person, poor Hugh. I can
brighten him up. So I rather expect I will go, and walk about Greece
with him. We would both like it, of course.”
“Of course,” said Eddy, his chin on his hand, looking out of the window
at the orange trees that grew in tubs by the door.
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