If there were moments when Soames felt cordial,
they were such asthese.
If you avow a creed of indulgence, you will
beindulged by the credulous. Hes got a chin you couldhang a kettle on.
How Society can stick her, Icant think; she hasnt a
moral about her nor a decent impulse. She left them over the wine that only Mr.
Still, its no good to let it prey onyour mind, is it? He walked the length of
wakeful Fleet Street into the Cityso delirious by day, so dead by night. Let things
alone; theyll right themselves. The discussion broke back to Foggartism, but Soames
sat brooding.
The mans mouth moved under his moustache as if
mumbling a newidea. On entering, they found the man-servant in the hall. That man,
thought Michael, will be committing suicide some day,if he doesnt look
out.
He would never again interfere in what didnt
concern himself.
I heard something about an American boy, too. And
he looked at Michael to see how he liked THAT. Youd better see that Fleur doesnt go
about abusing that red-haired baggage, he said.
And, transferring herself again to hermask-faced
partner, she looked back at him over her shoulder.
But Marjorie Ferrar is frightfully in
thelimelight.
The workin classes ought to stand together in
everycountry.
A spire was visible, somestars; the tree foliage in
the Square hung flat, unstirred by wind.