Mauritius

Should be captain immediately.Alek withdrew without even looking at Maurice.He was also dressed in white flannel, with baggy trousers, which made him look like a gentleman.Alek stood demurely in front of the pavilion, handing the cricket when Clive had finished his speech.Clive naturally reached out to catch it.Afterwards, Alek sat down beside the old man Ayers.

Full of false tenderness, Maurice greets the friend.

"Clive... oh dear, you're back. Aren't you tired?"

"One meeting after another, going on until midnight -- and again at noon today -- had to be played for a minute to keep the gang happy."

"What! Leave me again? What a disgrace."

"You're right in saying that, but I'm sure I'll be back this evening. This time you're really starting to be a guest at my house. Maurice, I'm going to ask you a hundred questions."

"Hello, gentlemen," came a voice, that of a teacher standing just outside the line of the lawn - a Socialist.

"Let's talk about it," said Clive, but he didn't panic. "Annie's backed out of the afternoon meeting so she can be with you. Oh, look, they've patched up her lovely little hole in the parlor ceiling. Maurice! No, I don't remember trying to say anything." Yes. Let's go to the Olympics."

Morris was out on the first ball. "Wait for me," Clive yelled, but he headed straight for the room because he was sure he was going to collapse.Most of the servants stood up and clapped wildly as he passed.Scudder did not, and the fact disturbed him.Does that imply recklessness?The wrinkled forehead--the mouth--maybe a cruel mouth.Slightly smaller head - why open up the collar of the shirt like that?In Penger's foyer, he met Anne.

"Mr. Hall, the meeting was not successful." As soon as the words finished, she noticed that his face was blue, so she shouted, "Oh, you are not fit!"

"I know." He said, trembling all over.

Men don't like people making a fuss about him, so she just said, "I'm so sorry for you. I'll send some ice to your room."

"You're always so considerate to me—"

"Well, how about a doctor?"

"Never ask a doctor again." He yelled wildly.

"Of course, we want to care about you. If we are happy, we want others to be happy too."

"There's nothing like it under the sun."

"Mr. Hall—!"

"There's nothing the same for anyone. That's why life is hell. If you do one thing, you're punished; if you don't do anything, you're punished— —" He paused, and went on, "The sun is so poisonous—I want some ice."

She ran to fetch ice.Relieved, he ran quickly upstairs and into the Auburn Room.Now he realized the stark reality of what he was facing, and he felt like throwing up.

He felt better at once, but knew he had to leave Penji.He put on a pair of serge pants, packed his luggage, and quickly went downstairs, making up a clever little nonsense. "I've had sunstroke," he told Anne, "and I've had a letter which worries me. So I thought I'd better go back to London."

"Well, it's better that way," she exclaimed, sympathetically.

"Yeah, it's best like this." Clive, who had already returned from the competition venue, echoed. "We hoped you could settle the matter yesterday, Maurice. But we fully understand that if you must go, you may."

Old Mrs Durham also chimed in.It was an open and ridiculous secret about the girl in London who had almost accepted his proposal, just a little bit.It doesn't matter how uncomfortable he looks or how outrageous his behavior is.He was a decent suitor, and they explained everything with satisfaction, and found him quite agreeable.

Clive dropped him off at the station by car.Before entering the forest, Zhazi drove past the cricket field.Scudder was playing fielder at the moment, looking carefree and elegant.Not far from them, he raised one foot and kicked hard, as if calling for something.This was the last gesture of Scudder in Maurice's eyes, and he couldn't tell whether it was the devil or his close companion.Ah, he was in a terrible position--it was true, and he would never submit to such a position in his life.Although the situation can be clarified, the human heart is unpredictable.Once he left Peng Jie, maybe he would be able to see clearly.Anyway, there was Mr. Lasker Jones.

"What kind of person are you guys who watch the hunting grounds? He's also become the captain." In order not to make Clive sound strange, he said this sentence to himself before asking this question.

"He will resign this month." Clive felt that this was his answer.They were passing the kennel at this moment, and he added, "Anyway, it's inconvenient that we've lost a dog caretaker."

"Is there any other inconvenience?"

"I expect worse to come. Trouble throughout the year. Anyway, he's a hard worker, and he's definitely smart. And the man I'm going to hire to replace him—" He was glad Maurice had expressed concern. , gave an overview of Peng Jie's economic situation.

"Is he a decent man?" He shuddered when he asked this crucial question.

"Scudder? Too clever to be called a decent man. But Anne will say I'm not fair. We don't measure servants by our own standard of honesty, loyalty, gratitude, and the same."

"I'll never be able to manage a manor like Penjy," Maurice said after a moment's silence, "and I'll never know what kind of servants to choose. Take Scudder, for example. family? I don't know anything about it."

"He's a butcher from Osminton. Yes, I think so."

Morris threw his hat under the car seat with all his might. "It's the limit," he thought, running his hands through his hair.

"Is your head hurting again?"

"It hurts badly."

Clive said no more, full of sympathy.Until the breakup, neither party ever broke the silence.Along the way, Maurice sat bent and bowed his head, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand.All his life, he knew all kinds of things, but he didn't understand them—this was a great flaw in his character.He knew it was dangerous to go back to Penje, lest some absurd thing should leap towards him from the forest, but he came back anyway. "Has she got those bright brown eyes?" His heart was pounding when Annie said so.For some reason, he knew it would be wiser not to lean out one after another from the bedroom window into the night, calling "Come on."Like most men, he was sensitive to any suggestion, but he couldn't understand it until the crisis.This chaos was very different from the Cambridge one, but it was similar: by the time he was able to sort out the mess, it was too late.Risley's room was yesterday's briars and primroses.Blitzing through swampy terrain on a motorbike foreshadowed his cricketing exploits.

But Cambridge made him a hero, Penge made him a traitor.He abused the trust of his host, and during his absence, defiled his house, and thus insulted Mrs. Durham and Anne.When he returned to his home, more violent blows awaited him.He also sinned against his family.So far he had ignored them, they were nothing but fools who had to be taken care of.They were still fools, but he dared not approach them.Between him and these ordinary women stretches an insurmountable chasm that makes them sacrosanct.Their nagging, their quarrels about priorities, their complaints about the driver of the car seemed to be aimed at his villainy.His heart stopped when his mother said, "Maury, let's have a good talk."They strolled in the garden just like they did ten years ago, and she whispered the names of the vegetables.He had to look up at her then, and now he looked down at her.Now he knew very clearly what he wanted from that little gardener.Kitty, who had been delivering letters for him, ran from the house with a telegram in her hand.

Maurice shuddered with anger and fear. "Come back and wait in the boathouse tonight. Penger, Alec." Such a nasty telegram through the local post office!Presumably one of the servants in the upper house gave him the address, because it was written exactly in the telegram.What a nasty situation!This time the other party was able to blackmail him at will, at least it was an unbelievable insult.Of course he didn't have to answer, and now there was no question of giving Scudder any gifts.He has stepped outside his social class, which is what he deserves.

However, that night, his body was involuntarily hungry for Alek's body.He called it "lust," the word came out of his mouth.He fights it with his job, his family, his friends, his social status.Surely his will must be included in this chain of events.For if the will were capable of disregarding class, the civilization we have formed would be destroyed