Mauritius

Clever, give an overview of your own affairs.She once asked for a home economics school, and her mother has already agreed.However, Maurice heard that he had to pay three guineas a week (Annotation: Guinea is the old British gold coin, equal to 1.05 pounds.) Tuition fees, so he firmly said no.Kitty's complaints were chiefly of money.She wanted some private money, and Ada had one.As the legal heir, Ada must "learn the value of money, but I won't learn anything."Clive decided to tell his friends to treat the girl better.He had intervened once in the past, and Maurice had listened to him with such pleasure that he felt he could say anything.

They were interrupted by low voices, and the two churchgoers returned.ADA came in, wearing a round neck sweater, a beanie, and a gray skirt.Autumn mist left delicate drops of water on her hair.Her cheeks were rosy, and her eyes were bright.She greeted him beaming with joy, and though her exclamation was the same as Kitty's, it had a different effect. "Why didn't you give us advance notice?" she yelled. "Nothing but pie. We could have greeted you with a formal English meal."

He said he would have to be back in London in a few minutes, but Mrs Hall insisted on keeping him overnight.Respect is worse than obedience.The house is full of fond memories now, especially when Ada talks.He forgot that she was very different from Kitty.

"I just thought you were Maurice," he said to her. "Your voices are surprisingly similar."

"Because I have a cold." She said with a smile.

"No, they're just alike," said Mrs. Hall. "Ida has Maurice's voice. His nose, I mean of course, and his mouth, and his good humor and health, I've often thought All three are alike. Kitty, on the other hand, has Maurice's mind."

Everyone laughed, and the three women clearly liked each other.Clive witnesses a mother-daughter relationship that he had previously ignored.They became friendlier and more talkative because their parents were away.Plants grow by the sun, but some plants bloom with the sunset.The Hall women reminded him of the evening primroses that dotted a deserted path in Penjay. Introduced in Europe. Biennial, alternate leaves).Even Kitty had a pretty face when she chatted with her mother and sister.He made up his mind to reprimand Maurice for her, but not in a harsh tone.For Maurice was also beautiful, and in this new vision Maurice was a monstrous being.

Dr. Barry had encouraged the two girls to attend first aid classes.After dinner, Clive let them bandage himself.Ada bandaged his head, and Kitty bandaged his ankles.At this moment, Mrs. Hall, beaming and absent-minded, repeated: "Well, Mr. Durham, at any rate, your illness is stronger this time than the last one."

"Mrs. Hall, I would like you to call me by my Christian name."

"Okay, that's all. But Ada and Kitty, you can't."

"I wish Ada and Kitty were called that too."

"Well, Clive!" said Kitty.

"Well, Kitty!"

"Clive."

"Ada—that's a good name." However, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I hate formality."

"Me too," said the girls in unison. "I don't give a damn what anyone thinks of me—always have," he said, staring straight at him.

"Not Maurice," said Mrs. Hall. "He's very picky."

"Maurice is such a bad man—you're giving me a headache."

"Whoa, furrow," Ida said after his imitation.

The phone rang.

"He got your telegram at the company," Kitty reported aloud, "and asked if you were here."

"Tell him I'm here."

"He'll be back tonight, then. Now he wants to talk to you."

Clive picked up the receiver, but there was only a hum and the call was hung up.They didn't know where Maurice was, so they couldn't call him.Clive breathed a sigh of relief, for he had been alarmed by the approach of reality, and given great pleasure in being bandaged.His friend will arrive soon.Now Ada leaned over him, and he caught sight of a familiar face, all the more glamorous in the light behind it.He moved his gaze from her dark hair and eyes to the unshaded mouth and curves of her body, and found in her just what was needed for a transition.He had seen sexier women, but none had promised him such peace.She is the reconciliation of memory and desire, she is the quiet evening that Greece has never known.No controversy is involved with her, because she is kind and reconciles the past with the present.He had never imagined such people existed, except in heaven, and he didn't believe in heaven.Suddenly, many things became possible.As he lay there looking into her eyes, his few strands of hope were reflected in them.He knew he could make her fall in love with him, and that would light a simmer in him.How nice it was, that was all he wanted, and his only anxiety was that Maurice would come home, because memories should be memories.Whenever there was any noise, when others ran out of the house to see if the car was coming, he would keep her with him.She quickly understood his wish and stayed with him before he could speak.

"You just don't know how good it is to be in England!" he snapped.

"Isn't Greece lovely?"

"horrible."

She was sad, and Clive sighed too.Their eyes met.

"I'm sorry, Clive."

"Oh, it's over."

"To be precise, what is..."

"Ada, here's the thing. During my stay in Greece, I had to completely rebuild my life. It was easier said than done, but I think I've done it."

"We talk about you a lot. Maurice said you'd love Greece."

"Maurice is in the dark, and no one knows as much as you! I tell you more than anyone else. Can you keep your mouth shut?"

"Of course."

Clive was overwhelmed, and the conversation turned tricky.Yet Ida had no desire to go on, and it was enough to be alone with Clive, whom she so naively admired.She told him how happy she was that he was back.He enthusiastically agreed, "especially to come back here".

"Car!" Kitty screamed.

"Don't go!" Clive repeated while grabbing Ida's hand.

"I must go to... Maurice..."

"Maurice, let him go." He refused to let go.There was an uproar from the hall. "Where has he been?" his friend was yelling. "Where did you put him?"

"Ada, go for a walk with me tomorrow. See you more often. . . . It's a deal."

Her brother rushed in.Seeing the bandages, he thought there was an accident, and laughed again when he realized he had made a mistake. "Take it off, Clive. Why are you at their mercy? I say, he looks fine. You look healthy. Go get a drink, man. I'll take your bandages off, no, girls, you No." Clay turned as he followed Maurice out to see Ida nod at him almost imperceptibly.

Maurice, in his fur coat, looked like a giant beast.After leaving the others, he immediately took off his coat and walked over with a smile on his face. "So, don't you love me?" he questioned.

"Let's talk about all this tomorrow." Clive said while avoiding his eyes.

"Got it. Have a drink."

"Maurice, I don't want to quarrel."

"I am willing."

He waved his hand, refusing to accept the glass of wine that was handed over.The storm was bound to break out. "But you shouldn't talk to me like that," he went on. "It's going to make it harder and harder for me."

"I just want to quarrel, I have to quarrel." He walked over as he did in the first period, and inserted a hand into Clive's hair. "Sit down. Yo, why did you write me a letter like that?"

Clive didn't answer, he looked even more dejectedly at the face he once loved.With renewed distaste for men, he wondered what would happen if Maurice tried to hug him?

"Why? Ah? Now that you're recovered, tell me."

"You get out of my chair, and I'll tell you." So he began his prepared speech.It was methodical, impersonal, and would do the least harm to Maurice. "I've become normal—like everyone else, and I don't know how, any more than I know how I was born. It doesn't make sense, and I don't want it to. Ask all you want. Ask. I have come here to answer you. For it is impossible for me to write in detail. But what I write is true."

"You say it's true?"

"It was true then, and it is true now."

"You said you only like women, not men?"

"In a real sense, I like men, Maurice, and always will."

"It all happened so suddenly."

His manner was also indifferent, but he did not leave Clive's chair.His fingers were still on Clive's head, stroking the bandage