Mauritius

Another prudence.The two girls escaped, giggling.The man peeked at him furtively, thinking it would be safer to reach out and touch the cap.He poured cold water on the trio's little game.However, once he was out of here, they would still come together and kiss each other.Should he change his temperament and go with the crowd?He would wait until after the visit—hope in case, expect something from Clive.

"Clive is out," said the young mistress. "He greets you and is back for supper. Arch. London will take care of you. But I don't believe it." You need care."

Maurice smiled and drank the tea that was brought him.The living room still retains the atmosphere of yesteryear.People stood around in twos and threes, as if they were arranging something.Clive's mother, although no longer in charge of the house, still lived in the main building because the sewer in the widow's house was clogged.The whole mansion feels even more deserted.Through the pouring rain, he noticed that the gateposts were bent and the trees were suffocatingly overgrown.Inside, brightly colored wedding presents look like patches on thinly worn garments.Miss Woods brought no cash to Penger.She was accomplished, likable, of the same class as the Durhams, and England tended to pay her less and less every year.

"Clive has lobbied," she went on. "There will be a by-election in the fall. He has finally persuaded everyone to support him as a candidate." She had the aristocratic knack of anticipating criticism. . "In all seriousness, it would be a wonderful thing for the poor if he got elected. He's their truest friend, if only they knew."

Maurice nodded, willing to talk about social issues. "Got to train those guys," he said.

"Yes, they need a leader," said a soft but refined voice, "and they will suffer until they find one." Anne introduced the new rector, Mr. Borenius, who She herself invited it.It didn't matter to Clive whoever he appointed, as long as he was a good character and devoted himself to the affairs of the village.Mr. Borenius has both these conditions.He is High Church (Annotation: High Church School emphasizes the authority of the priesthood, the Eucharist and the ceremony, is a school in the Anglican system), while the outgoing vicar is of the Low Church School (Annotation: Low Church School) It is also a faction in the Anglican church system, emphasizing evangelicalism, not paying much attention to the authority of the Eucharist, rituals and priesthood), just to achieve a balance.

"Oh, Mr. Berenice, how interesting you are!" cried the old lady from the other side of the room. "But I guess your point is that we all need a leader, and I totally agree." She looked around. "You all need a leader, don't you," said Mr. Borenius, following her gaze.Probably didn't find what he was looking for, and he left after a while.

"He won't have much to do at the parish," said Anne thoughtfully. "He always does, though. He comes and berates Clive for people's housing problems, and doesn't even eat." He refused to eat and left. It is like this, he is very sensitive and worried about the poor."

"I deal with the poor, too," said Maurice, taking a slice of cake, "but I don't worry about them. Generally speaking, for the sake of the country, it's necessary to help them through, that's all. They don't That's how we feel. We would be miserable in their shoes, and they don't know it."

Annie seemed unimpressed.She felt that she had put the hundred pounds in the hands of a trustworthy stockbroker.

"I only know the caddies or the college missions in the ghetto. Still, I've learned something. Poor people don't want to be pitied. They don't really like me since I put on boxing gloves and wrestled with them .”

"Oh, you teach them boxing."

"Yeah, and football...they're bad athletes."

"I think so. Mr. Borenius said they needed love," said Anne after a break.

"They definitely need it, but they can't get it."

"Mr. Hall."

Maurice wiped his mustache and smiled.

"You are a cynic."

"I'm just talking casually. I guess that's what it sounds like."

"But do you like being a cynic?"

"Humans can get used to everything." After he finished speaking, he turned around suddenly, because the door behind him was blown open by the wind.

"Oh, my God! I chided Clive for being cynical, but you outdid him."

"I'm used to cynicism—to use your term for Hiroichi. It's only a matter of time before the poor are to the slums," he said freely.After entering the door, a hot and reckless energy suddenly appeared.Clive didn't bother to stay at home to meet him.Never mind! "You bump around, bump around, and then you get used to your particular nest. At first, everyone screamed like a pack of puppies: woof! woof!" He unexpectedly barked like a dog , made her laugh. "Eventually you realize that everyone is too busy to listen to you, and you stop barking. It's true."

"A man's point of view," she said, nodding. "I would never let Clive have that point of view. I think people should have compassion. . . Yes. Are you a fan of Nietzsche?"

"Ask something else!"

Annie liked this Mr. Hall.Clive had forewarned her that she might find the man unresponsive.In some ways he is, but he clearly has a personality.She understood why her husband would find him a good companion on a trip to Italy. "But why do you hate the poor?" she asked suddenly.

"I don't hate them. It's just that I don't like them unless I have to. Ghetto, syndicalism" Including the state), a movement to establish a social system based on workers in production units. It prevailed in France from 1900 to 1914 and had considerable influence on Spain, Italy, Britain, etc. It has tended to decline during the First World War , but it still had some influence in Europe until WWII.) Lah, and everything else, are common threats against which everyone should do their bit, but not out of love .Your Mr. Borenius is not facing reality."

She was silent for a moment, then asked his age.

"I'm turning 24 tomorrow."

"Ah, you are very cruel for your age."

"You called me cynical. You judge me too easily, Mrs. Durham!"

"You're stubborn anyway, which makes it worse."

She caught him frowning, and fearing she had gone too far, she turned the conversation to Clive.She said she thought it was time for Clive to come back.It was all the more frustrating now that Clive had to go out tomorrow.The electoral officer familiar with the constituency showed him around.Hall would forgive, and he would have to be asked to help them when cricket was on.

"Depending, in part, on some other plan... I might have to..."

She scanned his face with sudden curiosity, and then said, "Wouldn't you like to see your room?—Arch, take Mr. Hall to the Auburn Room."

"Thank you...can you catch up with the sending time?"

"Not in time for this evening. But you can telegraph and just write our address. . . . Maybe I shouldn't mind my own business?"

"I might have to send a telegram—I'm not sure, thank you very much." Then he followed Mr. London to the Auburn House, thinking as he walked: "Clive could probably... for the sake of the past, supposedly He could have stayed here to meet me. He should know how upset I would be." He didn't miss Clive, but he would still suffer because of Clive.The rain poured down from the leaden sky into the garden, and the forest was silent.At dusk, he fell into a new round of distress.

He waits in the house until dinner, wrestling with the ghost of the one he once loved.If the new doctor can change his nature, is it not his duty to go, even though his body and soul will be profaned.Since the world is such a place, people must either get married or rot.He hadn't gotten rid of Clive, and never would, until something bigger came in.

"Has Mr. Durham come back?" he asked when the maid brought the hot water.

"Here you are, sir."

"Did you just come back?"

"No, I've been back about half an hour, sir."

She drew the curtains to block out the view, but not the sound of the rain.Meanwhile, Morris scribbled a telegram.Lasker Jones, [-] Wigmore Street, West End, please register by appointment

Thursday Hall from Durham House, Penger Estate, Wiltshire

"Understood, sir."

"Thank you, thank you very much," he said earnestly.When he was alone, he immediately wrinkled his nose.Today, in both public and private situations, he behaves differently.Walking into the living room