Mauritius

.His mood changed from cheerfulness to quiet concern.He was neither angry nor frightened, and only wanted to heal his friend.Disgusted, Clive realizes how fragile and ironic a love's triumph between two people is about to crumble.

"Who changed you?"

He hated this style of interrogation. "No one made me change. It's just a physical change." He began to tell his experience.

"Obviously the nurse," said Maurice thoughtfully. "I wish you had told me sooner. . . . It's getting worse. Talk, talk, talk. As long as there's someone who can confide in each other. We're totally like that. If you'd told me, you'd be all right by now."

"why?"

"Because I'll set you back to normal."

"How to recover?"

"Just wait and see," he said with a smile.

"It's no use at all—I've changed."

"Can a leopard lose its spots? Clive, your mind is confused, and it has something to do with your recent illness. I don't worry about it now, because you have recovered in other respects. See It seems that you are very happy, and this problem will be solved. I understand that you are afraid that I will feel pain, so you dare not tell me. But is there still a need to be polite between the two of us? You should just tell me .Why would I be here if it wasn't for you? You don't trust anyone else. You and I are outlaws. If the world knew, all this," he said, pointing to the indoor The decorations of life, "all will be confiscated."

Clive said wearily: "But I have changed, I have changed."

We can only understand it through our own experience.Maurice understood what it was to be confused, but not what it was to be changed. "You just think you've changed." He said with a smile. "I used to think I had changed when Miss Alcott was here, but when I got back to you, that feeling went away."

"I know my state of mind," Clive said, getting agitated and getting up from the chair. "I've always been different from you."

"It's the same now. Do you remember? How I used to pretend..."

"Of course I remember, don't be so childish."

"We both love each other, and we know it. So, what else..."

"Oh, for God's sake, Maurice, shut up! If I ever love anyone, it's Ida," he added. "I'm just mentioning her casually as an example."

However, Morris can understand what is called an example. "Ada?" he said, changing his tone.

"Just to show you a certain feeling."

"You barely know Ada."

"Nor did I know my nurse, and some of the other women I mentioned. As I said, it wasn't anyone in particular, it was just a tendency."

"Who was home when you got here?"

"Kitty."

"But you're talking about Ida, not Kitty."

"Yeah. But I don't mean-oh, don't be so stupid!"

"What do you mean by that?"

"Anyway, I've laid out my problems. Now," said Clive, trying not to get personal, resorting to words of consolation, as the conversation was destined to end. "I've changed. Now I want you to understand that even though I've changed, it doesn't hurt the real friendship between the two of us. I like you very much--more than anyone I've ever met (he didn't mean it of you). I respect and praise you very much. The real bond is character, not passion."

"Did you say anything to Ada just before I came in? Didn't you hear my car coming? Why didn't you come out when Kitty and Mama came out? You must have heard me .You know I quit my job for you. You never answered my phone once, you didn't write me a letter, you didn't come back from Greece right away. When you came here in the past, you met Ada how many times?"

"Hey, buddy, it's not okay to cross-examine me like that."

"You said you could ask."

"About your sister, no."

"why not?"

"Hey, I say, you must shut up. Go back to the question of character I was talking about--it's the real bond between people. You can't build a house on sand, and lust It's sand. We need solid, solid foundations..."

"Ada!" he suddenly and deliberately shouted.

Clive yelled in horror, "What are you doing?"

"Ada! Ada!"

Clive rushed to the door and locked it. "Maurice, it shouldn't end like this—don't break up after the fight," he pleaded.However, when Maurice came over, he took out the key and held it in his hand, and the concept of respecting women was finally awakened. "You can't hurt a woman," he murmured, "I won't allow it."

"Hand it over."

"Never. Don't make it worse, no--no."

Morris immediately rushed to his side.He ran away, and the two chased and hid around the big chair, arguing over whether to give the key or not.

They bumped together in hostility, and then parted forever, the key falling on the ground between them.

"Clive, did I hurt you?"

"No."

"Honey, I didn't mean to."

"I don't mind."

They glanced at each other's faces before starting a new life. "What kind of ending is this," he sobbed, "what kind of ending is this."

"I do like her quite a bit," said Clive, looking very pale.

"What's going to happen?" said Maurice, sitting down and wiping his mouth. "You arrange it... I'm exhausted."

Now that Ida was in the corridor, Clive greeted her.Right now his first duty is to protect women.He reassured her with vague words and wanted to return to the smoking room.However, the door is locked and cannot be entered.He heard Maurice turn off the light and sit down on a chair with a "gudong".

"Anyway, don't do anything stupid," cried Clive anxiously.no answer.Clive simply didn't know what to do, and in any case he couldn't spend the night in this house.He began to exercise his manly prerogatives, announcing that he would have to go back to the city to sleep after all, and the women agreed.He left the darkness within and stepped into the darkness without.Leaves were flying, owls were hooting, and the road was shrouded in mist as he walked toward the station.The night was getting darker, and the street lights in the suburbs had been extinguished.The complete night with no room for compromise weighed on him like it did with his friends.He, too, suffered, and cried out, "What an end!" Yet he had been promised the dawn.A woman's love rises as sure as the sun, burns immaturity, and leads him into maturity.He knew it, even in his distress, that he would not marry Ida—she appeared in the transitional period—but he would surely find the goddess of the new world opened for him in London, and she and Maury S'Hall is very different.

For the past three years, Maurice has lived a life of great health and happiness, and the next day has become a natural habit.When he woke up, he felt that everything would be all right soon.Clive will come back, apologizing or not, it's up to him.As for him, it was to apologize to Clive.Clive must love him, because his whole life depended on love.Isn't he living a normal life today?How can he sleep and rest if he has no friends?When he returned home from London, he learned that there was no news of Clive.He remained calm for the time being, allowing his family to speculate on why Clive had left so suddenly.But he began to pay attention to Ada.She looked sad, even their mother noticed.He lowered his eyelids, examining her.If Clive hadn't mentioned her, Maurice would have thought last night's episode was "another tirade from Clive."In that speech, however, Ada was mentioned as an example.It was strange why she felt sad.

"Hi." When only the two of them were left together, he spoke.But he didn't know what he was going to say, and the darkness warned him.She answered, but he couldn't hear her. "What's the matter with you?" he asked, trembling all over.

"nothing."

"It's just something—I can see that, and you can't fool me."

"Oh, no—really, Maurice, it's all right."

"Why—what did he say?"

"Nothing was said."

"Nothing, who are you referring to?" He slammed his fists on the table and yelled.This time he was caught.

"Nothing - Clive."

The very name she uttered opened the gates of hell.He experienced great pain, and before he could restrain himself, he said something that neither of us would ever forget.He accused his sister of corrupting his friend, and he made her think that Clive had complained about her behavior and had returned to London for that reason.The mild-mannered woman didn't even know how to defend herself when she was hurt, she just whimpered and begged him not to tell her mother, as if she was at fault.He promised not to complain to her.Jealousy drives him crazy