The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

The Voyage Out eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 517 pages of information about The Voyage Out.

She reflected that she had done all that it was necessary to do in practical matters.  She had written a great many letters, and had obtained Willoughby’s consent.  She had dwelt so often upon Mr. Hewet’s prospects, his profession, his birth, appearance, and temperament, that she had almost forgotten what he was really like.  When she refreshed herself by a look at him, she used to wonder again what he was like, and then, concluding that they were happy at any rate, thought no more about it.

She might more profitably consider what would happen in three years’ time, or what might have happened if Rachel had been left to explore the world under her father’s guidance.  The result, she was honest enough to own, might have been better—­who knows?  She did not disguise from herself that Terence had faults.  She was inclined to think him too easy and tolerant, just as he was inclined to think her perhaps a trifle hard—­no, it was rather that she was uncompromising.  In some ways she found St. John preferable; but then, of course, he would never have suited Rachel.  Her friendship with St. John was established, for although she fluctuated between irritation and interest in a way that did credit to the candour of her disposition, she liked his company on the whole.  He took her outside this little world of love and emotion.  He had a grasp of facts.  Supposing, for instance, that England made a sudden move towards some unknown port on the coast of Morocco, St. John knew what was at the back of it, and to hear him engaged with her husband in argument about finance and the balance of power, gave her an odd sense of stability.  She respected their arguments without always listening to them, much as she respected a solid brick wall, or one of those immense municipal buildings which, although they compose the greater part of our cities, have been built day after day and year after year by unknown hands.  She liked to sit and listen, and even felt a little elated when the engaged couple, after showing their profound lack of interest, slipped from the room, and were seen pulling flowers to pieces in the garden.  It was not that she was jealous of them, but she did undoubtedly envy them their great unknown future that lay before them.  Slipping from one such thought to another, she was at the dining-room with fruit in her hands.  Sometimes she stopped to straighten a candle stooping with the heat, or disturbed some too rigid arrangement of the chairs.  She had reason to suspect that Chailey had been balancing herself on the top of a ladder with a wet duster during their absence, and the room had never been quite like itself since.  Returning from the dining-room for the third time, she perceived that one of the arm-chairs was now occupied by St. John.  He lay back in it, with his eyes half shut, looking, as he always did, curiously buttoned up in a neat grey suit and fenced against the exuberance of a foreign climate which might at any moment proceed to take liberties with him.  Her eyes rested on him gently and then passed on over his head.  Finally she took the chair opposite.

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