’
‘I was called in, ma’am, to catch a French spy—at least, that is what
Pottiswick thought. He always followed by showering her with kisses,
embracing her tightly as she squirmed and giggled. The world, she discovered, with these matters barred had no particular place
for her at all, nothing for her to do, except a functionless existence varied by
calls, tennis, selected novels, walks, and dusting in her father’s house. He
hated travelling second-class with her—indeed, he never did—but he also
disliked travelling in the same train when his daughter was in an inferior class,
because of the look of the thing. ‘Oh, my God, she’s gone!’
Wrenching his hand from his friend’s slackened grasp, he darted for the door,
Roding behind him. What a pity! But why?
There was no way over this puzzle, nor under it, nor around it: that men should
drink, knowing the inevitable payment. Through all this flutter of novelty there came and went a solicitous,
preoccupied, almost depressed figure. At any rate, here I am, and here I shall be,
twenty thousand feet above all your poison-reeking cities, up where God’s wind
comes fresh from heaven, very near indeed to the untrodden snows. He hasn't found
himself, as they say.
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