Mauritius

, so Death turned his head away. "It's a great thing to have such faith as you have," said Maurice, very sadly. "I haven't believed in anything since Cambridge - just in a kind of darkness."

"Oh, when I was your age--now I see the light--the electric light was far from it."

"Grandpa, how were you when you were my age?"

Mr. Grace, however, declined to answer."The light within -- brighter than a spotlight," he said, and he went on to make a foolish comparison between the dark core of the brilliant sunspot, the soul, and the invisible force inside the visible flesh, and God . "Release the inner power - the soul, but not now, wait until the evening." He took a breath. "Maurice, be kind to your mother, your sisters, your wife and children, and your subordinates, as I have been." He paused again.Maurice grunted, but with no disrespect. "I'll talk about it in the evening, and release the soul in the evening" attracted him.The old man rambled on.Be kind, kind, and courageous.All are clichés.But it was sincere, and it came from a living heart.

"Why?" interrupted Maurice. "Grandfather, why?"

"The inner light—"

"I don't have such a light." He was afraid that he would be sentimental, so he laughed. "The light I once had went out six weeks ago. I don't want to be kind or kind or brave. If I were to go on living, I wouldn't live like this, but just the opposite. And I wouldn't want to be like that life, I don't want anything."

"The inner light—"

Maurice was on the verge of pouring out his heart.However, even if it is poured out, it will fall on deaf ears.His grandfather couldn't hear it, and couldn't understand it.All Morris got was the words "Inner Light—Be Kind."However, this sentence prompted him to continue to change his mind.Why do people have to be kind and merciful?For someone—for Clive, or for God, or for the sun?But he has nobody.Nobody mattered except his mother, not even his mother.He was almost alone, why should he go on living?There was really no reason to live, yet he had a gloomy premonition that he had to live.For not even death belonged to him.Death, like Venus, glanced at him for a moment, then turned away, leaving him to "live a life of integrity."He could have lived as long as his grandfather, and retired as ridiculously as his grandfather.

The change Maurice effected, therefore, was not a conversion, and there was nothing enlightening about it.When he got home and examined the pistol that would never be used, he felt a sudden disgust.When he greeted his mother, no overwhelming love for her welled up in his heart.He lived as miserable as before, misunderstood, and more and more lonely.It is impossible for a person to describe the loneliness in his heart.Maurice's loneliness grew day by day.

However, he did change.He was determined to work on new habits, especially the little life tricks he had neglected when he was with Clive.He has strict self-discipline, such as strict punctuality, patriotism, and even chivalry.Mastering skills is important, but you also have to know when to use them and change your behavior tactfully.There wasn't much he could do at first.He set out not to arouse the curiosity of his own family and the world, and any escapade would make them anxious.One of his conversations with Ada produced a strong dissonance.

Ada got engaged to his long-time confidant, Chapman, and his ugly rivalry with her as a rival was over.After his grandfather died, he was still afraid that she would marry Clive, and he was burning with jealousy.Clive was going to marry someone, but the thought of him marrying Ida still drove him crazy.It was almost impossible for him to act properly until his jealousy died down.

She was a perfect match for Chapman.Maurice applauded in public, then called her aside and said: "Ada, dear, I have treated you very badly since Clive came to our house. Now I apologize to you, and please forgive me." .Since that time, this has caused a lot of pain. I am very sorry."

She looked startled and unhappy.He understands that she still hates him.She whispered: "It's all over—I love Arthur now."

"I shouldn't have lost my temper that night. I happened to be very disturbed by one thing. Clive never said those things, and I made you think he did. He never blamed you."

"I don't care if he said it, it doesn't matter at all."

Her brother was not easy to apologize, so she took the opportunity to keep him down. "When was the last time you saw him?" - Kitty had hinted that the brother had quarreled with Clive.

"it's been a while."

"Your weekends and Wednesdays, it seems like a complete cut off."

"I wish you well, old Chappie is a good man. It occurred to me that it would be a very pleasant thing for two people who love each other to get married."

"Maurice, I really appreciate your wishing me happiness. Whether you wish it or not, I hope I will be happy." (Afterwards, Ada narrated her "clever answer" to her brother to Chapman Listen.) "I really wish you the same happiness as you always wished me." Her cheeks flushed.She had suffered enough, she was not indifferent to Clive, and his withdrawal had hurt her feelings.

Maurice wondered about this, looked at her sadly, and changed the subject.She was a person with no memory, and she was in a good mood again.But she couldn't forgive her brother, since he had deeply insulted her and ruined the budding love, a woman with her character really shouldn't forgive him.

There were also difficulties between him and Kitty.He felt guilty towards her too, but when he made amends, she was offended.He expressed his willingness to pay her the long-awaited home economics school tuition.Although she accepted, her attitude was not cordial, and she said this: "I think I am too old now to learn anything seriously." She and Ada competed in some small things. Against my brother.At first Mrs. Hall was taken aback and scolded them.However, she found that her son was too indifferent to self-defense, so she became indifferent.She liked her son, but just as she had not fought against him when he had been rude to the superintendent, she had no intention of fighting anyone now for his sake.In this way, his prestige at home will be discredited.In winter, he lost all the status he had won at Cambridge.It started like this: "Oh, Maurice doesn't mind--he can walk--sleep on a cot--smoking in a room with no fire." life—yet he noticed the subtle change, and how loneliness came with it.

The world is equally baffled.He joined the Defense Volunteer Army, and has so far held off on the excuse that only conscription will save the country.He even supported the social cause of the church.He gave up Saturday golf to play football with youngsters in his south London college community.On Wednesday evenings, they were also taught arithmetic and boxing.Take the train to Bu.The colleagues in the class were a little suspicious: what, Hall became serious?He saves money so he can donate more to charity.He supports those who can help themselves, but refuses to give half a penny to the poor.By taking part in these activities, and by engaging in securities brokerage, he managed to keep himself busy.

Still, he's doing a good thing—he's proving that souls can exist in tiny things.With neither God's blessing nor help from the earth, he marches forward.If materialism makes sense, it is like an oil lamp that can be extinguished when it is blown out.He has no gods, he has no lovers—both of which usually induce virtue.However, he turned his back on An Yi and struggled, because dignity required him to do so.No one was watching him, not even himself.But all these hard struggles he did were the highest human achievements, surpassing any legends about the kingdom of heaven.

He gets paid nothing, and like so many jobs that have passed away in the past, this one is doomed.However, he didn't fall down. Through hard work, he gained physical strength, which can be used for other purposes.

One fine spring Sunday, something happened.They were sitting around the breakfast table, everyone was mourning for their grandfather, and everything else was going on as usual.Besides his mother and sisters, there was the formidable Aunt Ida, who now lived with them.There was another Miss Tonks, a friend of Kitty's at the Home Economics School, who indeed seemed to be the only concrete product the school had to offer.The chair between Ida and Maurice was empty.

"Oh, Mr Durham is engaged," exclaimed Mrs Hall, who was reading the letter. "How kind his mother was to tell me about it. Penger is their family estate," she explained to Miss Tonks.

"Mom, this won't leave Violet