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She didn't see why。 Aunt Florence had lived with them until they had left
school； and they had moved three times and had their yearly holiday
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and。。。and there'd been changes of servants； of course。
Some little sparrows； young sparrows they sounded； chirped on the
window… ledge。 〃Yeepeyeepyeep。〃 But Josephine felt they were not
sparrows； not on the window…ledge。 It was inside her； that queer little
crying noise。 〃Yeepeyeepyeep。〃 Ah； what was it crying； so weak
and forlorn？
If mother had lived； might they have married？ But there had been
nobody for them to marry。 There had been father's Anglo…Indian friends
before he quarrelled with them。 But after that she and Constantia never
met a single man except clergymen。 How did one meet men？ Or even
if they'd met them； how could they have got to know men well enough to
be more than strangers？ One read of people having adventures； being
followed； and so on。 But nobody had ever followed Constantia and her。
Oh yes； there had been one year at Eastbourne a mysterious man at their
boarding…house who had put a note on the jug of hot water outside their
bedroom door！ But by the time Connie had found it the steam had made
the writing too faint to read； they couldn't even make out to which of them
it was addressed。 And he had left next day。 And that was all。 The rest
had been looking after father； and at the same time keeping out of father's
way。 But now？ But now？ The thieving sun touched Josephine gently。
She lifted her face。 She was drawn over to the window by gentle
beams。。。
Until the barrel…organ stopped playing Constantia stayed before the
Buddha； wondering； but not as usual； not vaguely。 This time her wonder
was like longing。 She remembered the times she had come in here； crept
out of bed in her nightgown when the moon was full； and lain on the floor
with her arms outstretched； as though she was crucified。 Why？ The big；
pale moon had made her do it。 The horrible dancing figures on the
carved screen had leered at her and she hadn't minded。 She remembered
too how； whenever they were at the seaside； she had gone off by herself
and got as close to the sea as she could； and sung something； something
she had made up； while she gazed all over that restless water。 There had
been this other life； running out； bringing things home in bags； getting
things on approval； discussing them with Jug； and taking them back to get
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more things on approval； and arranging father's trays and trying not to
annoy father。 But it all seemed to have happened in a kind of tunnel。 It
wasn't real。 It was only when she came out of the tunnel into the
moonlight or by the sea or into a thunderstorm that she really felt herself。
What did it mean？ What was it she was always wanting？ What did it
all lead to？ Now？ Now？
She turned away from the Buddha with one of her vague gestures。
She went over to where Josephine was standing。 She wanted to say
something to Josephine； something frightfully important； aboutabout the
future and what。。。
〃Don't you think perhaps〃 she began。
But Josephine interrupted her。 〃I was wondering if now〃 she
murmured。 They stopped； they waited for each other。
〃Go on； Con；〃 said Josephine。
〃No； no； Jug； after you；〃 said Constantia。
〃No； say what you were going to say。 You began；〃 said Josephine。
〃I。。。I'd rather hear what you were going to say first；〃 said Constantia。
〃Don't be absurd； Con。〃
〃Really； Jug。〃
〃Connie！〃
〃Oh； Jug！〃
A pause。 Then Constantia said faintly； 〃I can't say what I was going
to say； Jug； because I've forgotten what it was。。。that I was going to say。〃
Josephine was silent for a moment。 She stared at a big cloud where
the sun had been。 Then she replied shortly； 〃I've forgotten too。〃
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4。 MR。 AND MRS。 DOVE。
Of course he knewno man betterthat he hadn't a ghost of a chance；
he hadn't an earthly。 The very idea of such a thing was preposterous。
So preposterous that he'd perfectly understand it if her fatherwell；
whatever her father chose to do he'd perfectly understand。 In fact；
nothing short of desperation； nothing short of the fact that this was
positively his last day in England for God knows how long； would have
screwed him up to it。 And even now。。。He chose a tie out of the chest of
drawers； a blue and cream check tie； and sat on the side of his bed。
Supposing she replied； 〃What impertinence！〃 would he be surprised？
Not in the least； he decided； turning up his soft collar and turning it down
over the tie。 He expected her to say something like that。 He didn't see；
if he looked at the affair dead soberly； what else she could say。
Here he was！ And nervously he tied a bow in front of the mirror；
jammed his hair down with both hands； pulled out the flaps of his jacket
pockets。 Making between 500 and 600 pounds a year on a fruit farm in
of all places… …Rhodesia。 No capital。 Not a penny coming to him。 No
chance of his income increasing for at least four years。 As for looks and
all that sort of thing； he was completely out of the running。 He couldn't
even boast of top…hole health； for the East Africa business had knocked
him out so thoroughly that he'd had to take six months' leave。 He was
still fearfully paleworse even than usual this afternoon； he thought；
bending forward and peering into the mirror。 Good heavens！ What had
happened？ His hair looked almost bright green。 Dash it all； he hadn't
green hair at all events。 That was a bit too steep。 And then the green
light tre