Mauritius

Cold meat should be served.From there to Peng Jie, a lot has changed.The atmosphere around the county, even the intelligent ones, was uneasy.Maurice dreaded every manor he visited.True, Clive met him at the station, and accompanied him into the carriage.Mrs. Shipshanks, who had come by the same train as Maurice, also got into the carriage.Mrs. Shipshanks was followed by a maid, with her and Maurice's luggage, in a cab.Maurice wondered if he should bring a servant too.Mrs. Shipshanks wanted everyone to curtsey a little girl holding the open door of the guard cottage.When the lady said this to the little girl, Clive stepped on Maurice, and Maurice was not sure whether Clive did it on purpose or by accident.He couldn't be sure about anything.When they came to the house, he mistook the back door for the front door and held out his hand to open it for the lady.Mrs. Shipshanks said, "Oh, I can't bear it." And there was a butler who opened the door.

A very strong tea has been poured for the guests.Mrs Durham looked the other way as she poured out her tea.People were standing here and there, and they looked like they had a lot of bearing, or were there for a nice reason.They make a difference themselves, or they urge others to do something.Miss Durham has an appointment with Maurice to attend a discussion on tariff reform tomorrow.The two of them agreed politically, but she displeased him by shouting that she welcomed the alliance. "Mr. Hall is a decent man, Mother." Major Weston was a relative of the Durhams, and was temporarily staying with them.He asked Maurice about Cambridge one way or another.Would the military care that he was suspended? . . . No, it was worse than in the restaurant, because Clive had no place there either.

"Pippa, does Mr. Hall know which house he lives in?"

"It's the blue house, mother."

"There's no fireplace in that room," cried Clive from one side. "You show him." He was seeing off some guests.

Miss Durham took Maurice to the butler.They went up the side stairs, and Maurice, seeing the front stairs on the right, wondered if he had been slighted.His room was small, poorly furnished, and there was no view from the window.As he knelt down to unpack, the feeling of staying at Sunington came back to him.He made up his mind to make effective use of all the clothes he had brought with him during his stay in Penje.They can't think of him as out of fashion, he's just as good as anyone else.However, as soon as he came to this conclusion, Clive rushed into the room with the sun behind his back. "Maurice, I want to kiss you," he said and did.

"Where does that door lead to?"

"Our study..." He smiled, his expression excited and radiant.

"Oh, I see……"

"Maurice! Maurice! You're here, you're here. Penje isn't what he used to be, and I love this place at last."

"I'm so glad I'm here." Maurice's voice broke.A surge of joy overwhelmed him, and he felt dizzy.

"Go ahead and unpack, I did it on purpose. Only the two of us take this staircase. I try to make it as if it were in the academy."

"It's better than in college."

"I do think so."

Someone was knocking on the door leading to the passage, and Maurice was startled.Clive was still sitting on his shoulders, and said nonchalantly, "Come in!" A maid came with hot water.

"We don't have to go anywhere in the house except to eat," he continued. "Stay here or go out. Be happy, huh? I have a piano." He drew Maurice into the study. "Look at the view. You can shoot rabbits from this window. By the way, don't worry if Mamma or Pippa tell you at dinner they want you to do this or that tomorrow. You can do that if you like. They said, 'Yes.' Actually you're going to ride with me, and they know that. They're just inviting, as is the usual custom. On Sunday, if you don't go to church, they'll pretend afterwards that you did. pass."

"But I don't have formal breeches."

"Then I won't accompany you." Clive said, jumping off Maurice's shoulder.

When Maurice returned to the living room, he thought he had a greater right to be there than anyone else.He strolled up to Mrs. Shipshanks, and before she could speak, he spoke in support of her.Eight unpaired, unpaired persons prepared to be seated--Clive and Mrs. Shipshanks, Major Weston and another woman, another man and Pippa, himself and his mistress--he made sure own seat.She apologized to him for the small number.

"Where, where," said Maurice.He caught Clive's sardonic glance at himself and thought: That's a wrong phrase.Then Mrs. Durham began to examine Maurice's ability, but he didn't care one bit whether she was satisfied with him.Her appearance is similar to that of her son, and she looks as capable as him, but the difference is that she is not as sincere as him.He understood why Clive looked down on his mother.

After dinner, the men smoked for a while and then came to keep the ladies company.It was similar to, but different from, the way middle-class people in the suburbs of London spent their evenings.These guys have a demeanor for big things: They've either just turned things around or are about to turn things around again.But neither the gate-posts nor the road--he had noticed it as he came--was in disrepair.The forest trees are poorly managed, the windows are stuck and the floor boards creak.His illusions about Peng Jie were somewhat shattered.

The ladies went back to their rooms, and Clive said, "Maurice, you look sleepy, too." Maurice took the cue, and five minutes later, the two of them were reunited in the study, to talk all night.They lit their pipes.This is the first time they will experience total silence together, and they will have delicate conversations.They understand, but are reluctant to start right away.

"I'll tell you what's happened to me now," said Clive. "When I got home I argued with my mother and told her I was staying at Cambridge for my fourth year."

Morris yelled.

"what's wrong?"

"I got suspended."

"You'll be back at school in October, though."

"I'm not going back. Mr. Cornwallis said I must write a letter of repentance, and I won't—I thought you were gone after your third year, so I didn't care."

"And I only decided to recommend the previous year's if you'd come back. It's a comedy of errors."

Maurice looked ahead sadly.

"A comedy of errors, not a tragedy. You can write a letter of repentance right now."

"It's too late."

Clive laughed. "How could it be too late? It would be easier. You have no intention of repenting before the end of the term in which you have made mistakes." My dear Mr. book.' Tomorrow I will draft the draft of the letter of repentance for you."

Maurice thought for a while, and finally exclaimed: "Clive, you are a villain!"

"I admit that I have an outlaw side, but the gang owes me that. How can they expect me to be upfront with them as long as they talk about 'unspeakable crimes of the Greeks' all day long? I slipped in and gave you a kiss before supper. My mother didn't know it, and deserved it! If she knew, she would never let me go. I feel as much for you as Pippa has for her betrothed, Only much higher, much deeper. Mother didn't want to know, didn't try to know. Flesh and spirit consonance, certainly not the starved stuff of the Middle Ages, just a special kind of reconciliation of flesh and spirit. According to me See, women don't even think there's such a thing. But you know it."

"Okay, I'll write a letter of repentance."

They chatted for a while and talked about the motorcycle.Since that day, nothing has been heard about it.Clive made coffee.

"Hey, after the seminar that night, why did you remember to call me? Tell me."

"I've been meaning to say something to you, but I don't know what to say. I ended up getting confused, so I went."

"You can do that."

"Are you kidding me?" Maurice asked timidly.

"Where are you talking!" followed by a moment of silence. "Now tell me about the evening when I first confided in you. Why did you make us both so unhappy?"

"I don't know, I can't explain anything. Why did you mislead me by bringing up the disgusting Plato? I was still confused at the time, and I didn't understand many things. After that, it gradually became clearer."

"But have you been obsessing me for months? In fact, since you first saw me in Risley's room."

"Don't ask me that."

"Anyway, it's hard to explain."

"you do not say."

Clive smiled happily and squirmed in his chair. "Maurice, the more I think about it, the more certain I am that you are the villain."

"Is that the case?"

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