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He was out of bed in a moment. shut the window and laid her dressing-gown over her: lay awake] long after she was asleep, full of self-reproach
.and foreboding.
What was it her mother had said. almost at the last moment? "You
of must take great
darling Carry; she's not one of those great robust women, you know.
Sometimes I've wondered
if I am right to let her marry, at al. Her lungs, you know-nothing actually wrong, but still....*
And after this, to allow her to catch cold on the very first even- ing upon which he was respon- slole for her: What sort of a fellow was het A dense. clumsy 100
no doubt about that; not fit to be trusted with such a girl
The close atmosphere was like a blanket across. his face, and as dawn broke he slipped out of bed and into his dressingroom, where he leant out of the open window, drawing in long breaths of the aoist, scented air
She was right about the damp, poor little Carry! Why, it lay like a sea beneath him, the upper layer with the elm-tops emerging from it like immense three-deckers: afoat on a calm sea-shot with gold. Damp, unmistakably damp, "though he had never actually though of it like that before; and, anyhow, by Jore, how good it smelt!
After all, she was quite well next day; not so much as the hint of a cold; and it was wonderful "how much she could do-she who looked as though a feather might blow her away.
When they went back to London to spend the last few days of his leave, before depositing her in her mother's care, it was almost un- bearably hot; a heavy, thundery heat. Mrs. Blackie exasperated him. She did not think Carry was looking quite so well as she ex- pected; made him feel like a brute And one night he had it out with his wife; got up and opened the window, and was very firm about it: A that you want is more fresh air." That's what he said: and, turning over on his side, slept as he had not done for weeks; slept though the heavy air broke in a thunderstorm, wind and rain driving into the room, soaking the lace curtains. lying in a pool. upon the floor.
was
Next day Carry had a cold, which developed into a cough, and he was frightened out of his wits, felt like a murderer: would have given his right hand to have un- done what
done. Mrs. Blackie came to stay and nurse her daughter. The cramped lodg ings seemed full of her: her bustle; and panniers and flying ribbons, high-piled hair, high cheekbones. high colour, effusive affection; the rattle of her chatelaine: the small of hot fannel: the deadly- sweet odour of linseed, medicine- bottles, and spoons. beef-tea and grnel; something for ever warm- ing on the sitting-room heb, some- thing airing in front of it. The rattle. of words, like the report of musketry, shot off upon every oc
casion.
Caroline's room was away at the end of the passage, but he could never forget the horror upon Mrs. Blackie's face when she came into the sitting room one day and found that he had opened the win- dow; her "Richard! Oh, Richard! But of course you didn't think- men don't think But that poor child! The faintest breath of air' -any fresh chill and of course when anyone opens the bedroom door" etc., etc.
Caroline pulled through, she never told her mother of that open window on the night of the storm At first her husband was grateful; then Ze began to have a feeling as though she took an unfair advantage over him by her silence, holding it against him.
The memory of that one night lived with them, came between them; something in the Incephere of the hom impossible ever to thing Carry had
her shoulders tog
"You see, Dick,
"since that
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down in
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