England -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; English fiction -- 20th century; Families -- Fiction; Spouses -- Fiction
“I’m not going to be put to bed, and I’m nowhere near a good cry.
Don’t you understand, Doug, that we’re in danger--deadly danger. I’m
not just being womanish. We were wrong to come here. At least, it was
my fault--I was wrong. I’m owning it. We’re too young to live in the
country where it’s peaceful ... where it isn’t peaceful, and only
looks it. At first I thought everybody rather quaint and amusing, with
their quaint, rigid little prejudices. But I’m frightened of them now;
they’re not our _kind_ of people, down in the country. They’ll
never grow like us, but we might grow like them ... we’d have to
pretend to, to start with, because they’re here first, and they won’t
budge in the way they think and behave. Can’t and won’t. But we’re
too tolerant and broad-minded and we have such a sense of humour....
Oh, yes, we can afford to pretend and to adjust ourselves and to be
flexible--it’s fatally easy. Doug, I’m just now more interested than
in anything else in the world, to hear what Jeyne of the ‘Dog and
Pilchard’ will probably tell his brother-in-law, Harry Endellion,
about what Miss Gregson said to the Allingham-Joneses, and whether it
was Wright who warned her to come down, and why and what he gets out of
it. Doesn’t that prove to you it’s serious and that we _must_ go?”
Doug had one fixed conviction, and he brought it forth now:
“My dear old kid, you’ll feel different in the morning.”
“I know I will. More settled down. That’s just it--that’s just
it--that’s why we’ve got to go now, while I’ve still got the desire,
and before I begin to feel different....”
“Don’t be absurd, Teddy.” Her husband walked up and down the verandah
with truculent strides. “Go? Run away? Give up Grey Stone and
everything? When my cabin looks so jolly?”
Ursula was fighting hard ... and she saw that Doug had not even
realized why and for what she was fighting. Subtlety prompted her to
take a line which she knew would make a powerful appeal to him.
“You’re not the sort of man to be held down by furniture, Doug. Just
because we moved into a house today--that’s no reason why we shouldn’t
up stakes tomorrow. Furniture means comfort ... and deep down in our
hearts we’re buccaneers!”
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