The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

“That’s the worst of these places,” he said.  “People will behave as though they were in England, and they’re not.  I’ve no doubt myself that Miss Vinrace caught the infection up at the villa itself.  She probably ran risks a dozen times a day that might have given her the illness.  It’s absurd to say she caught it with us.”

If he had not been sincerely sorry for them he would have been annoyed.  “Pepper tells me,” he continued, “that he left the house because he thought them so careless.  He says they never washed their vegetables properly.  Poor people!  It’s a fearful price to pay.  But it’s only what I’ve seen over and over again—­people seem to forget that these things happen, and then they do happen, and they’re surprised.”

Mrs. Thornbury agreed with him that they had been very careless, and that there was no reason whatever to think that she had caught the fever on the expedition; and after talking about other things for a short time, she left him and went sadly along the passage to her own room.  There must be some reason why such things happen, she thought to herself, as she shut the door.  Only at first it was not easy to understand what it was.  It seemed so strange—­so unbelievable.  Why, only three weeks ago—­only a fortnight ago, she had seen Rachel; when she shut her eyes she could almost see her now, the quiet, shy girl who was going to be married.  She thought of all that she would have missed had she died at Rachel’s age, the children, the married life, the unimaginable depths and miracles that seemed to her, as she looked back, to have lain about her, day after day, and year after year.  The stunned feeling, which had been making it difficult for her to think, gradually gave way to a feeling of the opposite nature; she thought very quickly and very clearly, and, looking back over all her experiences, tried to fit them into a kind of order.  There was undoubtedly much suffering, much struggling, but, on the whole, surely there was a balance of happiness—­surely order did prevail.  Nor were the deaths of young people really the saddest things in life—­they were saved so much; they kept so much.  The dead—­she called to mind those who had died early, accidentally—­were beautiful; she often dreamt of the dead.  And in time Terence himself would come to feel—­She got up and began to wander restlessly about the room.

For an old woman of her age she was very restless, and for one of her clear, quick mind she was unusually perplexed.  She could not settle to anything, so that she was relieved when the door opened.  She went up to her husband, took him in her arms, and kissed him with unusual intensity, and then as they sat down together she began to pat him and question him as if he were a baby, an old, tired, querulous baby.  She did not tell him about Miss Vinrace’s death, for that would only disturb him, and he was put out already.  She tried to discover why he was uneasy.  Politics again?  What were those horrid people doing?  She spent the whole morning in discussing politics with her husband, and by degrees she became deeply interested in what they were saying.  But every now and then what she was saying seemed to her oddly empty of meaning.

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