On the contrary, he considered that fortune hadbeen
ludicrously kind to him.
It was clear that Sandywas setting himself to play
a part, for his manner had not itsusual ease.
I fancy Clifford Savory isnearer to him than most
people. Leithen turned his eyes to the tall woman at his left hand.
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As always aftera meal, he felt languid and weak,
but his mind was no longercomatose. He simply accepted the judgment of the expert.
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The great doctor had been ominously
grave.
He wouldnt be happy at Warrenton, and Imcertain he
wouldnt be happy on a horse.
It was a differentLondon then, quieter, cosier,
dirtier perhaps, but sweetersmelling.
People withhalf their brains and a little sense of
humour will make ringsround them. He had been amazinglysuccessful in his profession
and had enjoyed every moment of hiswork.
So he talked about himself andhis recent
doings.
But if I stayed on I could do nothing tohelp. There
is no one at thistable who hasnt steady nerves and a vast deal of common sense.
Honours had fallen to him out of all proportion to hismerits. This queer thought
kept returning to him with the force of arevelation. Before thedepression we were
getting rather gross.
He had had fifty-eight years ofhealth and
wealth.
He had chosen the third, but seemed tohave a foot
also in every other world.
He awoke, as heusually did nowadays, sweating and
short of breath.
In each corner there were marble busts of
departedRavelstons.
Leithens mind refused to bite on the details of his
own case withits usual professional precision.
When her husband had been Ambassador at the Court
of St. As an invalid, slowly growing feebler, alwaysexpectant of death? But not the
right colour perhaps, she laughed. Before thedepression we were getting rather
gross. He is in Town for the nightand suggests that you might dine with him. But if
I stayed on I could do nothing tohelp. Im giving myself a holidayto look them up and
to see my little niece. He got up andlaved his face with cold water.
He got up and dressed, and his cold bath gave him a
ghost of anappetite for breakfast. He had given up weighing himself, but it lookedas
if he had lost pounds in the past month. I heard his name for the first time a few
weeks ago.
He had aroughish time in the War and the damage
often takes years to comeout.
There was a grimsatisfaction in knowing the
worst.
Ivedone enough, as Napoleon said, pour chauffer la
gloire.
Odd that that remote memory should have been
suddenly dugout of the lumber-room of the past!
Theyhad to endure all their days what he had
endured to a small degreein the trenches.