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.

“This is a horrible exhibition, Mr. Hewet!” cried Mrs. Thornbury.

“More cake for us!” said Arthur.

“I assure you there’s nothing horrible about it,” said Hewet, sitting up and laying hands upon the cake.

“It’s so natural,” he repeated.  “People with children should make them do that exercise every night. . . .  Not that I look forward to being dead.”

“And when you allude to a grave,” said Mr. Thornbury, who spoke almost for the first time, “have you any authority for calling that ruin a grave?  I am quite with you in refusing to accept the common interpretation which declares it to be the remains of an Elizabethan watch-tower—­any more than I believe that the circular mounds or barrows which we find on the top of our English downs were camps.  The antiquaries call everything a camp.  I am always asking them, Well then, where do you think our ancestors kept their cattle?  Half the camps in England are merely the ancient pound or barton as we call it in my part of the world.  The argument that no one would keep his cattle in such exposed and inaccessible spots has no weight at all, if you reflect that in those days a man’s cattle were his capital, his stock-in-trade, his daughter’s dowries.  Without cattle he was a serf, another man’s man. . . .”  His eyes slowly lost their intensity, and he muttered a few concluding words under his breath, looking curiously old and forlorn.

Hughling Elliot, who might have been expected to engage the old gentleman in argument, was absent at the moment.  He now came up holding out a large square of cotton upon which a fine design was printed in pleasant bright colours that made his hand look pale.

“A bargain,” he announced, laying it down on the cloth.  “I’ve just bought it from the big man with the ear-rings.  Fine, isn’t it?  It wouldn’t suit every one, of course, but it’s just the thing—­isn’t it, Hilda?—­for Mrs. Raymond Parry.”

“Mrs. Raymond Parry!” cried Helen and Mrs. Thornbury at the same moment.

They looked at each other as though a mist hitherto obscuring their faces had been blown away.

“Ah—­you have been to those wonderful parties too?” Mrs. Elliot asked with interest.

Mrs. Parry’s drawing-room, though thousands of miles away, behind a vast curve of water on a tiny piece of earth, came before their eyes.  They who had had no solidity or anchorage before seemed to be attached to it somehow, and at once grown more substantial.  Perhaps they had been in the drawing-room at the same moment; perhaps they had passed each other on the stairs; at any rate they knew some of the same people.  They looked one another up and down with new interest.  But they could do no more than look at each other, for there was no time to enjoy the fruits of the discovery.  The donkeys were advancing, and it was advisable to begin the descent immediately, for the night fell so quickly that it would be dark before they were home again.

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