Mauritius

As long as you have something to eat and your company is well-bred, what does it matter about your clothes?What's more, the fellow attendees may not be serious people!A sense of shame came over him as he put on the slip collar of his dress shirt.He felt he had no right to criticize anyone who made a living in the wild.How dull Mrs. Durham looked—she was Clive dead.And Monsieur Borenius—how boring!To be fair, though, there is something surprising about Mr. Borenius.Maurice despised all priests, and paid little attention to this one.After finishing his dessert, the gentleman surprised him with an impressive speech.Morris believed that, as Rector, Mr. Borenius would support Clive in this election.Yet he said: "I do not vote for those who refuse communion, and Mr Durham knows that."

"The Radicals are attacking your church, you know that," was all Maurice could come up with.

"So I don't vote for radical candidates. He's a Christian, so of course I should have voted for him."

"Excuse me, sir, but you're being a little too demanding. Anything you want Clive will do for you. You're lucky he's not an atheist. There's a fair amount of atheists in this area, you know. of!"

Hearing this, he smiled and said, "An atheist is closer to heaven than a Hellenist. 'Unless you change, like little children,' (Annotation: This is what Jesus said to his disciples. The next sentence is: "You will never be citizens of the kingdom of heaven." See "New Testament. Matthew" Chapter 18, verse 3.)—Aren't atheists just children?"

Maurice looked at his hands, but before he could think of an answer, the butler came in and asked him what orders he had for the gamekeeper.

"I saw him before dinner, Simcox. It's all right, thank you. There's cricket to-morrow, I've told him so."

"Understood. But he wondered if you'd like to bathe in the pool between games, because the weather's cleared up. He's just bailed out the boat."

"He's so tired."

"If that's Mr. Scudder, can I have a word with him?" asked Mr. Borenius.

"Can you tell him, Simcox? And tell him I'm not going to bathe." When the butler had gone, he said, "Why don't you talk to him here? Let him in, I don't mind. "

"Thank you, Mr. Hall, but I'll go. He'd rather be in the kitchen."

"Damn, he'd rather be there. There's a pretty young woman in the kitchen."

"Ah! Ah!" Judging by the look on Mr. Borenius's face, he was thinking about sex for the first time. "Do you know if he has someone to marry, do you?"

"I'm afraid I didn't know . . . I saw him kissing two girls at the same time the day I first arrived. That may help you understand."

"When out hunting, this kind of person might tell. The air in the wilderness, the sense of companionship—"

"They don't confide in me. To be honest, Archie-London and I were quite displeased with him yesterday. He was too eager to give orders, and we found him a little greedy and vulgar."

"I shouldn't have asked you this, apologies."

"What's there to apologize for?" Morris said.He was offended by the rector's smug reference to the air in the moor.

"Frankly, I would be delighted to see this particular young man find a lifelong companion before sailing away," the rector added, smiling mildly, "and all young men."

"Why is he sailing away?"

"He's going to be an immigrant," the rector drew out the word "immigrant" in a particularly irritating tone, and went to the kitchen.

Maurice strolled through the bushes for five minutes.Food and wine warmed him up and made his imagination run wild.Even old Chapman had a lot of debauchery in his youth.He alone—under Clive's persuasive admonition—communicated high thought with the Sunday Scholars. Rex (5-1736) believed that using Sunday to teach young people religious education can prevent them from going to crime. The Sunday scholar is a word coined by the author, which refers to following the rules.) Combination of conduct.He's not Methuselah - he's entitled to indulge .Oh the pleasant fragrance, the groves where you can hide, the sky as black as the groves!They all avoided him.Indoors is his dwelling, he—a respectable pillar of society.Never had a chance to misbehave - will rot there.He was walking along a path.Through a revolving door, you can enter the garden.However, the wet grass there might have damaged the black patent leather shoes he was wearing, so he felt compelled to fold them back.As soon as he turned around, he bumped into a man in corduroy and was embraced for a moment by a pair of arms. It was Scudder who had escaped from Mr. Borenius.After Scudder let go, he continued to wallow in his daydreams.Yesterday's hunting didn't leave much impression on him at that time, but now it began to glow faintly.He realized that even though he was bored while hunting rabbits, he was energized.He recalled the past when he first arrived, such as moving the piano.And then proceed to what happened today, which began with the five shilling tip and ended with the present incident.When he thought of "now," a current seemed to run through the chain of insignificant events, and he stopped the thought and let it crash back into the darkness. "Damn, what kind of night is this." He walked back again, puffs of air touching him and bumping into each other.The revolving door tinkled in the distance for a while, and the "bang" sound seemed to shut freedom out.He went into the house.

"Oh, Mr. Hall!" cried the old lady. "What a fine headdress you have."

"My tiara?" He noticed that his hair had been turned yellow from the evening primrose pollen.

"Oh, don't dust it off. I like how it looks on your black hair. Don't you see, Mr. Borenius, he looks like a Bacchus. Is it equivalent to Dionysus, the god of wine in Greek mythology)?"

The rector raised his eyes and turned a blind eye.He was interrupted while talking about a serious subject. "However, Mrs. Durham," he went on, "I have heard very well from you that all the servants in the house are confirmed."

"I think so, Monsieur Borenius, I do think so."

"But I went to the kitchen and found out straight away that Sim Cox, Scudder, and Mrs. Wetherel hadn't. I could make some arrangements for Sim Cox and Mrs. Wetherel. , Scudder's situation is serious. Even if I can persuade the bishop, I have no time to prepare him properly before his voyage."

Mrs Durham tried to be dignified, but Maurice, whom she liked so much, was in high spirits.She suggested to Mr. Borenius that he should give Scudder a letter to priests abroad—there must be priests there.

"Yes, but would he give it to the other party? He showed no hostility to the church, but would he bother? If you had told me which of your servants was confirmed and which was not , it will not cause such serious consequences.”

"Servants are very inconsiderate," said the old lady, "and they don't tell me anything. Well, Scudder, too, suddenly offered Clive his resignation, and his brother invited him - so he dropped the pick." Now, Mr. Hall, let us hear your opinion on the matter. What will you do?"

"Our young friends are fighting against the whole church with high morale and full of joy of victory."

Morris cheered up.If the rector had not been extremely ugly, he would never have been as knowledgeable as he was.But he couldn't tolerate that face that mocked youth with prejudice.Scudder packed his shotguns, moved his suitcases, bailed out rainwater from a boat, and emigrated—he was doing something anyway.At this time, people with high social status sat leisurely on the chair and picked the thorns in his soul.It was only natural if he asked for a tip.If he didn't ask for it, if his excuse was true--then he was a good man.Anyway, he's going to say something. "How do you know that as soon as he's confirmed, he's going to take communion?" he said. "I don't take Communion," Mrs. Durham began humming, and it was too much to say.

"However, you were given a chance, and the pastor did his best for you. He did not do his best for Scudder, so the Church is to blame. That's why I take it so seriously, and it must seem trivial to you .”

"I'm terribly stupid, but I think I get it. You want to make sure that the Church isn't blamed in the future, not that he is. Well, sir, that's probably your conception of religion, I don't." concept, Christ did not."

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