England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Families -- Fiction; Spouses -- Fiction
In Arcadia, things quickly swell out of their right proportions....
Ursula thought of the silly house and the silly affairs, and the
silly gossip surrounding it, as though it were really vital.
She was interested in any fresh development in the accumulating
scandal--morbidly worried over the hints to be careful, dropped from
first one direction and then another. Her sense of amusement was
being nagged away by the humourless pre-occupations of Arcadia, and
fear obsessed and suffocated her.... Suddenly, she felt indeed a
foreigner, and as such, apologetic and timorous. After all, they were
going to settle down in this place, perhaps never to leave it, so it
mattered that the natives should not hate them; it was important to
twist and wriggle and force your viewpoint to the same alien angle as
theirs--“you have made your bed and you must lie on it!” For the moment
Ursula was helplessly victim to this fallacy. Then a telegram was
delivered at Parc Gooth by a sloe-eyed, grinning youngster so agog to
spread its contents that he practically threw it over the garden wall.
It was signed “Gregson,” and said curtly: “Allow no one to inspect
house. Arriving shortly.” Half an hour later, Major Allingham-Jones, a
cross little inquisitive yellowish man and his large pink wife, stood
clamouring at the front door, with the Laceys’ written authority to be
shown over Parc Gooth. Doug was happily employed up at the cottage,
wrenching at the roots of gorse and bramble which obscured the window
of his cabin, so Ursula had to refuse the couple admittance, on her
own initiative; she thought on the whole she would rather offend the
Laceys, who lived at Nottingham, than the near-pressing tradesmen
of St. Miniot and Polpinnock, in whose power they lay for shelter,
sustenance, warmth and society. Oh, the hateful propitiating dependence
of life lived moderately close to nature! Oh, the humility of not being
able to change your butcher or threaten the only person in the district
who hires out jingles and cars.
Tody was sulky with Ursula all the rest of the day, having had private
information by post from Mr. and Mrs. Lacey that the Allingham-Joneses
were to be graciously received at Parc Gooth, as they would pay a good
rent for such a house, and good wages to Tody. He hinted menacingly
that if Wright imagined by writing lies to Miss Gregson he could
do Tody out of a job, then Tody, who was prepared to act fairly by
everybody, would have to tell the lady and gentleman an item of news
that hitherto he had kept to Tody for fear of upsetting the lady who
had so far treated him fairly....
[IX]
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