One tree waved sixgreen leaves, for it was June.
Now he put on his spectacles and examined the pictures. Then he unlocked the grating
that barred the window.
Rosalind exclaimed, as if she had been expecting
this. Now he put on his spectacles and examined the pictures. In all that room full
of people, he did notknow a soul to speak to.
The light fromreflectors at the back of the shop
struck upwards.
As the dinner wore on, however, the room grew
steamy with heat. Oliver stretched out and took one of the pearls between finger
andthumb.
The jersey, the rough woollen jersey, for her son,
theboy who cleaned the Church, was finished. Luncheon is served, maam, said the
butler.
The grey mist had thickened in the
carriage.
Coming closer, said Miss Rashleigh,
listening.
This, then, was the truffle he had routed out of
the earth!
At lunch time, seated on a clump of heather beside
the lake, Lettuce,rabbit?
Abrown shudder shook the air; leaves flew too fast
to stick. Then Wing lifted the tail of the cart and drove in the pinswhich secured
it. The pheasants looked smaller now, as if their bodies had
shrunktogether.
Rosalind had still to get usedto the fact that she
was Mrs.
At lastshe turned on the light and looked at Ernest
lying beside her.
She would waitfor ten minutes on a chair at the
counter. Ernest woke; and seeing her sitting bolt upright beside him he asked:Whats
the matter? In rushed three great hounds andstood panting. For, he murmured, laying
the palms of his hands together, it is to bea long week-end. More rice was thrown,
and the carmoved off.
Its because youre like a rabbit, Ernest, she said.
Milly Masters in the still room, began old Miss Rashleigh. His one and only
extravagance was hislittle yacht on the Norfolk Broads. But did she, all the same,
as she opened thecarriage door and stepped out, murmur Chk. As they sipped their
eyes becamelustrous like half precious stones held to the light.
Milly Masters grinned as the cart drove
off.
Rosalind exclaimed, as if she had been expecting
this.
There were the black rabbits and the red; there
were theenemy rabbits and the friendly.
With one lash he curled to the ground the vase
ofchrysanthemums.
But he dismantled himself often and became againa
little boy in a dark alley.
And he wished he could repeat his praises aloud.
But even though he snored, his nose remainedperfectly still.
Was itpossible that he was really Ernest; and that
she was really married toErnest?
At last she reached the Natural History Museum;
sheused to like it when she was a child.