Mauritius

Husband did not answer.

Ada volunteered to watch the night in the downstairs room, and Maurice knocked on the floor three times as agreed in advance.While waiting for her to come upstairs, he studied Clive's blurred, sweaty face.It was useless for the doctor to say that, and his friend was very distressed.He wanted to hug Clive very much, but he remembered that it had made Clive hysterical, and Clive had always been restrained, almost to the point of cleanliness.When Ida didn't come, he went downstairs and found her fast asleep.She was lying on a large leather chair with her arms hanging down and her feet stretched out.It is like the embodiment of health.Her chest rose and fell, her face was cushioned by her thick black hair, and her lips were parted to reveal her white teeth and bright red tongue. "Wake up." He yelled impatiently.

Ada woke up.

"Like you, how can you hear the door knock when the nurse comes?"

"How is poor Mr Durham?"

"Very ill, dangerously ill."

"Oh, Maurice! Maurice!"

"Nurse, you must stay. I told you to come, but you never came. Go to bed, because you can't help even this little."

"Mum said I had to keep watch. Because nurses shouldn't be led in by men - that's not nice."

"I can't imagine you have time to think about such nonsense," said Maurice.

"We have to maintain the family's good name."

He didn't say a word, and then smiled with the disgust of his sisters.Deep down in their hearts they disliked him terribly.But their minds were too confused to be aware of it.The only thing they complained openly was his way of laughing.

"Nurses are uneducated, and no educated girl would be a nurse. Even if they were educated themselves, you'd be sure they didn't come from an educated family, or they'd stay at home."

"Ada, how many years have you been in school?" My brother asked while pouring wine.

"I call going to school home."

He put the glass down with a click and walked away from her.Clive opened his eyes, but didn't speak, as if he didn't know that Maurice had returned.Even the arrival of the nurse did not revive him.

It became clear within a few days that the visitor was not seriously ill.Although it looked scary when it first relapsed, it was not as bad as imagined.Soon he obtained permission to go back to Penge.His complexion was still grim and listless, but this was to be expected after suffering from influenza, and no one but Maurice was disturbed at all.

Maurice didn't think about sickness and death easily, and if he did, it was accompanied by a strong revulsion.They should not be allowed to come to the detriment of his own life or that of his friends.So he took all his youth and health to act on Clive.Every weekend or consecutive holidays, he would go to Peng Jie as an uninvited guest, not relying on verbal instruction, but setting an example to cheer him up.It didn't work for Clive.He would perk up in public, and even pretend to be interested in the right-of-way issue that had arisen between the Durhams and the British public.But when he was alone with Maurice, he relapsed into depression and refused to speak.Or say something in a half-serious, half-joking tone, which shows that his spirits are exhausted.He had made up his mind to go to Greece.Only this point, he is very firm.Although he would not be able to leave until September, he had to go, and he was going alone. "I must go," he said, "to fulfill the oath. Every savage must be given the Acropolis. Most of the acropolis were built on the top of a mountain and had both military and religious purposes. The Acropolis of Athens is the most famous acropolis, located on a steep hill, built in the middle of the 5th century BC.) A chance."

Maurice has nothing to do with Greek style.His interest in Greco-Roman literature is weak and obscene, and once he falls in love with Clive, it disappears.Harmodios and Aristogidon Hippias, brother of the tyrant Hippias, insulted Harmodius. Harmodius and Aristogedon planned to assassinate Hippias and his brothers in 514 BC. Only Hipparchus died. Harmodios was killed on the spot, Aristogidon was captured and killed by poison. The tyranny of Hippias continued for more than four years.), Phaedora, and Dibang holy Team (Annotation: Dibang Holy Team is an army of gay couples), these stories are fine for those who are empty-hearted, but they are no substitute for life.Clive sometimes preferred them, Maurice wondered.He liked Italy very much, even though he hated the food and the way frescoes were painted there. permanent part of the wall.).But he refused to cross the Adriatic Sea to the more sacred land. "A feeling of disrepair," he reasoned, "a heap of old stone with no colour. Anyway, this"—he meant the stacks in the Siena cathedral—" No matter what you say, this came in handy." Clive was very happy to hear that, in Piccolomini's era Silvius Piccolomini. The Piccolomini family was an aristocratic family with soldiers, literati and popes.) jumping around on the colorful tiles.Instead of complaining to them, the manager even laughed with them.Italy is delightful - as far as sightseeing goes, it is - and yet Greece has popped up out of nowhere of late.Maurice hated even the word.Out of an inexplicable prejudice, he associated Greece with sickness and death.Whenever he had any plans, played tennis, or chatted, Greece would intervene.Clive saw his distaste for Greece, and got into the habit of teasing him about it, and was not very considerate of him.

Clive just doesn't understand him.Morris thought it was the worst of all symptoms.Clive would say slightly malicious things, and use his own knowledge to hurt him.Clive had failed, that is to say, his knowledge was not complete, or he would have known that it was impossible to damage the love of such an athlete as Maurice.Maurice sometimes shied away from Clive's attacks on the surface because he felt it was human to react.He had always disliked Christ's teaching about putting out the other cheek too face, let him hit the other side too!”).Inside, he wasn't mad at Clive at all.The desire to unite with Clive was too strong for resentment to penetrate.At times he would engage in quite jovial conversations that rivaled it, and now and then he would hit him back by saying that he hadn't forgotten that he was there.He walked straight into the light, hoping that his loved ones would follow.

The last conversation between the two of them went like this.It was the evening before Clive's departure, and he had invited the Halls to dinner in the Savoy in return for their kind attention to him.He arranged for them to sit among other friends. "If you faint this time, we'll know why," Ada said loudly, nodding towards the champagne. "To your health!" he replied. "Here's to the health of all the ladies! Cheers, Maurice!" He liked to do something old-fashioned.Health was toasted, but Maurice alone saw through the lurking sarcasm.

After dinner he said to Morris: "Are you going home to sleep?"

"Do not."

"I thought you wanted to escort the family back to the house."

"He won't, Mr. Durham," said his mother. "No matter what I do or say, he won't give up a Wednesday. Maurice is a very old bachelor."

"My suite was messed up with luggage," Clive said. "I took the morning train and walked straight to Marseilles. After departing from London, you need to cross the Dover Channel by ship before arriving in France.) Go."

Morris turned a deaf ear and came anyway.They yawned at each other as they waited for the elevator to descend.Then, take the elevator up, hike up another flight of stairs, and walk down the hallway.Reminiscent of the corridor leading to Risley's suite at Trinity College.Clive's suite was small, dark, silent, and at the end.As Clive had said, it was in disarray, but the housekeeper, who was not staying here, had made the bed for Maurice as usual, and the drinks were ready.

"I still have to drink," Clive said.

Maurice liked to drink, and had a capacity for it.

"I'm going to bed. From what I can tell, you've got everything you want."

"Take care of yourself. Don't overwork yourself when you're broken. Besides," he pulled a phial from his pocket, "I knew you'd forget this, Gloria."

"Colodian! It's hard for you to think of this