England -- Fiction; Interpersonal relations -- Fiction
“She just had to be thought smart, saint-like and brainy. She couldn’t
face a back seat. Hermione don’t care a row of buttons what I think on
any other subject, but she’d care what a roadside hog thought of the
figure she made passing by. I cut into her because she saw I despised
her. Then she lay and brooded till her vanity got so fire-heated it came
mighty near burning her up. Poor child! She’s got a lot of qualities put
into that fire of hers, and there ain’t any of ’em that’ll come out
again. I startled her but I won’t have changed her. You can always
startle a person out of themselves for a moment, and they thresh round
and think they’ll never go back again, but it’s the same person
threshing who was sitting quiet before the shock. Threshing don’t change
them. I had to do it, and I guess it’ll turn out somehow the way I
meant. Most things answer to a handle if you ain’t afraid to turn it and
will take the consequences. There was a dog’s chance I could have
squeezed out without having to pay all I had, but I wasn’t the dog that
had that chance.”
Mr. Brett leaned back in his arm chair and turned his face towards the
open window. The light was beating slowly through the white mist into
the room.
Hermione slept steadily; there was nothing further to do for her.
Death lay definitely behind her.
Death lay in front of Mr. Brett and it was the only thing that was still
in front of him.
CHAPTER IX
For several days after her attack, Hermione was very weak and prostrate.
She was able, however, on the following morning to refer indirectly to
Bodger. She asked in a low, broken whisper if Bichette was perfectly
safe. Bichette was full in view at the moment, noisily engaged in eating
creamed chicken at the foot of Hermione’s bed; and Hermione was
instantly told that Bodger was no longer on the premises.
After this enquiry Hermione closed her eyes and retired into a state of
even completer exhaustion.
She was physically prostrate but her mind was vividly alert. Hermione
was thinking out several problems. She had her conscience to deal with,
and her future life.
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