Her cheeks flushed a dull red. He forgot for the moment his own self-pity, the
egotism of his own passionate love. A diversion was created by the violent struggles of the little old lady. “Well,” said Capes, at length, “we’ve to go down, Ann Veronica. ’
The woman shrugged helpless shoulders, looking to her husband. And not only so, but that it was after all, a more systematic and
particular method of examining just the same questions that underlay the
discussions of the Fabian Society, the talk of the West Central Arts Club, the
chatter of the studios and the deep, the bottomless discussions of the simple-life
homes. She had been built
for canvas and oil-lamps, and this new thingumajig that kept her nose snoring at
eight knots when normally she was able to boil along at ten, and these
unblinking things they called lamps (that neither smoked nor smelled), irked and
threatened to ruin her temper. “It is a night of endings,” she murmured to herself. I’ll have it out with him. (Fifteen pounds! And she wanted forty!)
Part 4
It was, perhaps, the natural consequence of a long and tiring and exciting day
that Ann Veronica should pass a broken and distressful night, a night in which
the noble and self-subduing resolutions of Canongate displayed themselves for
the first time in an atmosphere of almost lurid dismay. From
suburbs, from country towns—everywhere. What an adventure! Of course, you'll bark your shins here
and there and hit your funnybone; but the newness of everything will be
something of a compensation. I
can assure you, Anna, it will take me years to get decently established. “So you come
from Anna, do you?” she remarked. Lucy saw that perhaps she had been attracted
to Martin all along.
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