Mauritius

Finally, when he greeted Clive, his voice did not tremble at all.They shook hands warmly, and Clive said, "You look in good spirits. Do you know which one you'll be accompanying into the dining room?" and introduced a girl to him.Clive had become a true country gentleman.Since his marriage, all his dissatisfaction with society has disappeared.Their political views are the same - there is no need to worry about topics.

From Clive's part, he was pleased with his visitor.Anne commented: "Crude, but very decent" - the situation was satisfactory.Maurice had such a brutish air about him, but that didn't matter now.The horrific scenes involving Ida can be forgotten.Maurice also got on well with Archer London—which was important, because Archer bored Anne.Archer is the kind of person who can be a partner for others.Clive paired them together when he invited them to be his guests.

In the drawing-room they turned to politics again, convincing everyone present that the Radicals were dishonest and the Socialists mad.The rain was torrential, and the voice was monotonous, and nothing disturbed it.As soon as the conversation stopped, the rustling of the rain came into the living room.Towards the end of the party, the rain was dripping on the piano lid.

"Our ghost is here again," said old Mrs Durham with a smile.

"There's the loveliest hole in the ceiling," cried Annie. "Clive, can we keep it?"

"That's all we can do," he replied, ringing the bell. "But let's move the piano. It can't stand the rain."

"How about a saucer?" said Mr. London. "How about a saucer, Clive? Once, the roof of the club leaked, and I rang the bell, and a servant brought a saucer."

"As for me, I rang the bell, but the servant brought nothing," said Clive, and rang the bell again. "Okay, let's put a saucer, Arch. But we've got to move the piano. Annie's lovely little hole might get bigger in the night. There's only a shed roof over this part of the living room. "

"Poor Penge!" said his mother.Everyone stood up and looked up at the hole.Anne proceeded to run the blotting paper inside the piano to soak up the water.After the party was over, the rain leaked down to hint their existence to them, and they made fun of the rain to their heart's content.

"Would you like a basin?" said Clive when the maid answered the bell, "and a rag. Call a man and help with the bay. The piano was moved to the entire space between two columns or between two rows of columns or piers on a plane), and the carpet was removed. The rain leaked again."

"Everyone, what do you want to do tomorrow?" Clive said to the guests. "I've got to lobby, I don't have to come with me. It's never been so boring. Would you like to take a shotgun out for a trip, how about it?"

"Very well," said Maurice and Arch.

"Scudder, did you hear that?"

"A good boy is absent-minded," his mother said.The piano hooked the carpet, and the servants were afraid to raise their voices in front of gentlemen and ladies, misunderstood each other's orders, and their movements were uncoordinated, so they whispered to each other: "What?"

"Scudder, the guests are going hunting to-morrow. I don't know what they'll get. I'm not sure. You'll be here at ten. Shall we go to bed now?"

"The custom here is to go to bed early, as you know, Mr. Hall," said Anne.Then she said good night to the three servants, and went up the stairs first.Maurice stayed and chose a book.Leckie's History of Rationalism "Can fill in the blanks?The rain dripped into the basin, and the two footmen were bent over the carpet in the bay, muttering.They knelt there as if at a funeral.

"Damn, there's nothing there, isn't there?"

"—shh, he didn't tell us," said the butler to the gamekeeper.

That's Leckie's book.However, his brain was not working well and he couldn't read it.After a few minutes he threw it on the bed and thought to himself about the telegram.Under Peng Jie's gloomy atmosphere, his determination to seek medical treatment became firmer.Life proved to be a dead end, ending in a pile of sludge.He has to go back to the beginning and start over.Risley hinted that one can be reincarnated and completely changed simply by not caring about the past.Goodbye, beauty and warmth.They end up in sludge that must be removed.He opened the curtains, stared at the rain for a long time, sighed, and bit his lips.

The next day was even more gloomy.The only saving grace is that it makes people feel unreal, like a nightmare.Archie London chattered and the rain pattered.In the hallowed name of the "sport," two men were egged on to track rabbits at the Penger estate.Sometimes it hits the rabbit, sometimes it misses.Occasionally they tried ferrets .Ferrets in captivity cannot survive on their own, and if lost they die within days. Ferrets in the wild are listed as endangered) hunted and once set snares.Rabbits must be kept in check, and perhaps this is what compels them to participate in this recreational activity.Clive had a penchant for reckoning, and they came back for lunch.Maurice felt a rush of excitement when Mr. Lasker-Jones called back and made an appointment to see the doctor the next day.However, the excitement was fleeting.Archie thought it better for them to hunt rabbits after dinner, and Maurice's depression was uncontrollable.It was raining less now, but the fog was thicker and muddier.It's time for afternoon tea, but a ferret is running away.The gamekeepers had said it was their fault, but Archer knew it wasn't and explained the situation to Maurice in the smoking room with the aid of a diagram.Dinner is served at eight o'clock, and the politicians are back.After dinner, rainwater leaked from the parlor ceiling into pots and saucers.Then, in the Auburn House, it was the same weather and despair as the night before.Now, Clive sat on his bed, talking intimately, but it was of no avail.Maurice might have been moved if Clive had come to talk earlier, but Maurice was heartbroken by his unfriendly hospitality.He had passed the day too lonely, too outrageous, to be able to respond to the past any longer.His mind was full of Mr. Lasker Jones, and he preferred to be alone in the room so that he could put his symptoms into writing.

Clive sensed the failure of his friend's visit, but said: "Politics is urgent, and you've just caught up with the rush." ​​He was also chagrined that he had forgotten that it was Maurice's birthday.He strongly advocated that the guests stay until the game is over before leaving.Maurice said he was very sorry, but it was impossible now, because there was an unexpected and urgent business in London.

"Can you come back when you're done? We're terrible hosts, but it's a great honor to have you as a guest. Make the house a hotel though--do whatever you want, and we'll do as we please. "

"Honestly, I still want to get married," said Maurice, and the words came out as if they had a life of their own.

"I'm so happy," Clive said, lowering his eyes. "Maurice, I couldn't be happier. It's the greatest thing in the world, perhaps unique—"

"I know." Why would you say such a thing?He was very puzzled.His words flew out into the rain.He was constantly aware of the rain and Penge's rotting roof.

"I won't bother you anymore. But I must say this: Annie guessed it. Women are different. She insisted at the beginning that you have a second hand. I laughed, but now I give in. ' He raised his eyes. "Oh, Maurice, I'm so glad you'd tell me, that's great—I always hoped you would."

"I know that."

There was a silence.Clive reverted to his old ways, he was free and easy and cute.

"Surprise, isn't it?—that—I'm elated. I wish I could think of some other words. Would you mind if I told Annie?"

"Not at all. Tell everybody," cried Maurice.Clive ignored the callousness in his tone. "The more the better." He looked for outside pressure. "If the girl I want dumps me, there are others."

After hearing this, Clive smiled widely, because he was so happy that he didn't criticize.I was somewhat happy for Maurice, but it was also because his own attitude could be justified from now on.He hates homosexuality.Cambridge, the Blue House, the ferns in the garden—no stain, no shame—but subtly comical.Recently he came across a poem he had written during Maurice's first visit to Penger.It's almost like coming into the world from a mirror.It's so absurd, so perverse. "The silhouettes of the Greek ships in the past." Is he greeting the strong college student like this?He knew that Maurice had also grown to the point where he no longer needed to pretend to be sentimental, so he felt refreshed, as if his words had been given life.