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 ••
CONTENTS VII

Adding Other Users 690 Adding Departments to Accounts 793

Exporting Reports 692 Adding Opening Departmental Balances 794
Using Your Data Files and Reports with Finishing the History 796
Other Software 693 Adding Departments to Client Records 797
Source Document Instructions 694 Adding Departments to Vendor
Source Documents 695 Records 798
Adding Departments to Journal
17 Stratford Country Inn: Transactions 798
Comprehensive Practice 712 Entering Departments for Purchases 798
Objectives 712 Entering Departments for Receipts 799
Company Information 712 Entering Departments for Sales with Line
Instructions 718 Discounts 800
Source Documents 719 Entering Departments for Payroll
Transactions 803
Part 3: Advanced P ium Features Handling Unallocated Amounts 805
Departmental Reports 806
18 Ryder's Routes: Time & Billing 740
Objectives 740
Company Information 740
Part 4: Appendices
Time and Billing Profile 740 Appendix A: Downloading, Installing and Activating
Keystrokes 741 the Student Version of Sage 50 A-2
Modifying Company Information 741 Downloading the Sage 50 Student Program A-2
Changing Fiscal Dates 741 Registering the Student Version A-5
Adding a Foreign Currency 742 Installing Sage 50 A -6
Adding a Foreign Bank Account 743 Activating the Student Version A-9
Adding Linked Bank Accounts 743 Student Version Expired Error Message A-10
Entering Inventory Locations 744 Online Help for Students A-10
Time and Billing 745
Setting Up Time and Billing Appendix B: Shortcuts & Terminology A-13
Activities 745 Keyboard Shortcuts A-13
Adding Time and Billing Information to Accounting vs. Non-Accounting Terms A-15
Services 749 Industry Types and Terms A-15
Updating Service Activity Prices 751 Appendix C: Correcting Errors after Posting A-17
Preparing Time Slips 755
Paying Employees from Time Slips 759 Index 1-1
Preparing Sales Invoices from Time
Slips 761 Resources on the Student DVD
Building New Inventory 763
Building an Inventory Item in the Data Files
Journal 766 Premium Version Full Data Files
Transferring Inventory between Premium Version Backup Data Files
Locations 768 Pro Version Backup Data Files
Adding Location Information for Accounting Cycle Thtorial
Purchases 770
Updating Inventory Prices 777 Additional Appendices
Displaying Time and Billing Reports 780 Appendix D: Review Questions and Cases A-29
Multiple Fiscal Periods and Reports 784 Appendix E: Customizing Reports A-75
Multi-Period Financial Reports 785 Appendix F: Customizing Sales Invoices A-89
Related Historical Accounts 786 Appendix G: Multi-User Mode and Passwords A-99
Appendix H: Phoebe's Photo Studio: Cash-Basis
19 Able & Associates:
Departmental Accounting 787 Accounting A-113
Objectives 787 Appendix 1: Online Banking A -141
Company Information 787 Appendix J: Importing and Exporting Data A-147
Instructions 790 Appendix K: Filing CRA Reports from Sage 50
Keystrokes 791 A-157
Departmental Accounting 791 Appendix L: Integration with Microsoft Office
Setting Up Departments 791 A-175
Creating Departments 791 Appendix M: Review of Basic Accounting A-185
 •••
VIII

PREFACE
~ NOTES sing Sage SO Accounting 2017 provides full coverage of Sage 50 Accounting
In 2013, Sage renamed the 2017 (Pro and Premium versions). The Student version (Release 2017.0) is
Sage Simply Accounting program also a Premium version program, so all users can learn the program with the same
to Sage 50 Accounting, Canadian
release used to create the data files, screens and keystrokes. Although we do not
Edition.
address the Quantum version of Sage 50, the book is also compatible with this
version. We provide detailed instructions for downloading, installing and
activating the Student version in Appendix A of this text.
As in last year's edition, the keystrokes and source documents are integrated
throughout each chapter, printed in colour with check boxes. All source
documents are numbered.
No topics were added in this edition, but we created one new application:
Sound, Inc. (budgeting in Chapter 14).
But we maintained aspects of previous editions that have been well received:
• a diversity of companies and business situations, including non-profit,
service and inventory businesses
• comprehensive and current tax coverage for different provinces,
including GST, HST, PST and QST, and tax remittances
• a realistic approach
• easy-to-follow, step-by-step keystroke instructions and screen
illustrations, updated for Version 2017
• current information that has been updated to reflect the business
realities in 2017
• several company setup chapters increasing in complexity and a
separate setup for payroll, all with keystroke instructions
• separate chapters for basic and advanced Accounts Receivable and
Payable topics
• comprehensive company profiles and realistic source documents
throughout the text to give you the "feel" of real companies
The Student DVD with Data Files for the text has the following resources:
• Pro and Premium version data files for all applications (except for the
setup chapters: Chapters 7, 16 and 17)
• review questions and cases for each chapter (Appendix D)
• supplementary materials in Appendices E - M
• the interactive Accounting Cycle Tutorial, which introduces basic
accounting terms and concepts
We continue to provide options for automatically installing data from the
Student DVD: backup data files for Premium and Pro versions, and full Premium
version data files for the source document applications in the text. Supplementary
files are provided only as backup files. Of course, we still include detailed
instructions on restoring backups. These alternatives have additional
advantages if computer speed and time permit, users can install the full data
files; otherwise, the smaller backup files can be copied quickly or backup files
can be restored to your hard disk directly from the DVD one at a time. Premium
version users can install both the full and backup sets of files. Backup files may
be restored as often as needed without reinstalling.
The removable page-length bookmark attached to the back cover has a mini
index and a ruler-marked edge to help you refer to specific lines on a page. This
 •
PREFACE IX

bookmark should help to manage page-flipping, which is inevitable because most

keystrokes for a transaction go beyond the page with the transaction.
As in the past, we work with module windows in the Enhanced view
throughout the text, create user-specific customized shortcuts to access journals
in other modules and use industry-specific terms for the different applications.
Classic View margin notes like the following are included for users who prefer this
approach:
These notes describe how icons, keystrokes or terms
CLASSIC VIEW
in the Classic view are different from those in the
L=::::::!:. Notes for Classic view users
Enhanced view.

The basic organization of the text is unchanged. Part One provides an

overview and introduction to Sage 50 and sales taxes. Data applications that can
be completed with both Pro and Premium versions are located in Part Two. We
introduce the six ledgers of Sage 50 (General, Payables, Receivables, Payroll,
Inventory and Division) in separate applications. Budgeting and bank deposits
and account reconciliation are covered in two more applications. Advanced
Receivables and Payables features (orders and quotes, tax remittances, credit
card payments, transactions with foreign customers and suppliers and Internet
links) are demonstrated in two more chapters. An online banking simulation (in
Appendix I on the Student DVD) allows you to download a bank statement that
integrates with data from the text. The required data files for all these chapters
are set up in advance, and for each new type of transaction we provide detailed
keystrokes and matching screens.
Four applications cover setting up a computerized accounting system using
Sage 50. Again, detailed instructions with screen illustrations are given for each
setup as you learn to design, convert and implement a complete accounting
system.
• Chapter 4: set up a non-profit organization that uses only the General
Ledger
• Chapter 7: set up an organization using the General, Payables and
Receivables ledgers
• Chapter 9: add payroll to a data file that already has the General,
Payables and Receivables ledgers
• Chapter 16: set up a comprehensive retail organization that uses the
General, Payables, Receivables, Payroll and Inventory ledgers
In the final application in Part Two (Stratford Country Inn, Chapter 17), you
set up a computerized accounting system on your own. All source documents in
this chapter are realistic and descriptive.
Time & Billing and Departmental Accounting, advanced features available
only in the Premium version, are covered in Part Three. Separate chapters and
data files are prepared for these. All Part Three pages are edged with a blue stripe
so that you can find them quickly.
For reference or further study, we include three appendices in Part Four of
the text and 10 more on the Student DVD in PDF format placing them on the
DVD allows us to cover additional and advanced features of the program. The
appendices on the Student DVD are available for you to read or print. These
supplementary appendices are provided as reference material that should prove
to be useful in any working environment.
 X

USING THIS BOOK

e accounting applications in this text were prepared using Sage 50 Premium
Accounting, Canadian Edition (Release 2017.0) and Sage 50 Pro Accounting,
Canadian Edition software published by The Sage Group PLC. The Windows 10
operating system was used to create and test the screen images and keystrokes.
You must have a hard disk and DVD drive or a network system with Windows
installed. If you do not have your own copy of the Sage 50 program, you can
download the Student Premium software from the Sage Web site (refer to page
xii and Appendix A). Network system users should work with the site
administrator to ensure complete data access.
In addition, you should have a standard accounting text for reviewing
accounting principles. The text provides some accounting principles and
procedures, and the Review of Basic Accounting (Appendix M) and the
Accounting Cycle Tutorial on the Student DVD also provide an introduction.
However, these are not intended to replace the breadth and depth of most
standard accounting texts. You should also consult the Help features of Sage 50
described in Chapter 1, because they also include information about accounting
procedures.
The text is as simple and straightforward as we could make it, but familiarity
with computers and some fundamentals of troubleshooting will make your
progress through this text easier.

Student Resources
The Student DVD with Data Files
The Student DVD has an autorun feature that should open the Student DVD
home page automatically when you insert the DVD into your DVD drive. From
this home page you can choose to install data files, view the supplementary
appendices (PDF format), run the Accounting Cycle Tutorial or browse the DVD.
The Student DVD home page will remain open for you to make another selection
until you close it.
Complete instructions for installing and accessing the files on the Student
DVD are provided in Chapter 1.
Separate data sets with separate installation programs will help you install
the data set you need and make it easy for all users to follow the text. To choose
the correct data set, you must know what version of Sage 50 you are using. You
~ NOTES
can get this information from the Welcome and Select Company window in the
If you have the retail version
of Sage 50, the program version program (see page 8). SAGE 50 PRO ACCOUNTING or SAGE 50 PREMIUM
will be on the program package ACCOUNTING appears in the Home window for all data files. You can open the
or CD. Sample file to find this information. If you accepted the default installation
The Sage 50 desktop settings, the program folder name in Program Files also matches the version. The
shortcut label also includes the Student version is a Premium version program, Release 2017.0 .
.
verston.
All installation programs create a data folder named SageData1 7 on drive C
(Local Disk C: or [OS] C:). If you need to work with another location for your data,
refer to page 6 in this text. You can install the data as often as you need to. We
recommend renaming the previous folder to prevent overwriting all your previous
 •
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files that may include data you want to keep. If you started by installing the
backup files, you will not need to reinstall them because they remain unchanged.
You can restore backup files directly from the Student DVD to your hard disk.
However, we recommend installing the backup files to your hard disk and keeping
the original DVD safe for later use.
The following chart will help you install the data set you need from the Install
Data screen:
FOR VERSION Pro Version 2017
CLICK INSTALL BUTTON Install Pro Version Backup Files
DATA SET (FOLDER ON DVD) Pro_Backup_Version

FOR VERSIONS Studen1i Version 2017

Premium Version 2017 and
Quanmm Version 1017
CLICK INSTALL BUTTON Install Premium Version Full Files
DATA SET (FOLDER ON DVD) Premium- Full- Version- Data
or
CLICK INSTALL BUTTON Install Premium Version Backup Files
DATA SET (FOLDER ON DVD) Premium_Backup_Version
If you are using Sage 50 Quantum Accounting, the Sage 50 Upgrade Company
wizard will convert the Premium data files when you open them or restore them.
Because the DVD files remain unchanged, you can install the same files later and
use the Premium version.

Supplementary Data Files

In addition to the data files needed to work through the keystroke applications in
the text, we provide supplementary files. Backup files are included for online
bank reconciliation (Appendix I on the Student DVD) and importing accounting
transactions from an Accountant's Copy (Chapter 12). These backup files will be
located in the BANK and ACCOUNTANT folders in SageData17, respectively,
when you install the data files. The ACCOUNTANT folder also has the text file
that you import. The LOGOS folder includes company and inventory logos for the
setup chapters and new inventory items.

Passwords
We have not added passwords to any data files to ensure maximum accessibility.
However, if you are using the program in a multi-user or network environment
that includes users and passwords, you will need to enter your user name and
password before you can open the data files. Ask your instructor or site
administrator for the user name and password that you should use. Refer to
Chapter 16, page 688, and Appendix G on the Student DVD for instructions on
working with passwords.
 xii USING THIS BOOK

Working with Different Versions of Sage so

Pro Version
Although we have written this text primarily for the Premium version and show
NOTES
We used Windows 10 for all Premium version screens, you can use the Student DVD data files with the Pro,
screenshots and keystrokes in this Premium and Quantum versions of Sage 50, Release 2017.0 or later, and with the
text and to create and test the data Premium Student version (20 17 only).
files. Fortunately, the screens and
Therefore, we have tried to make version differences, such as differences in
functionality of Sage 50 are the
same for different versions of features, terminology and labels, as clear as possible. We use margin notes
Windows. They differ only at the identified by a Pro version heading and icon:
interface between Windows and These notes for Pro version users describe how
Sage 50 - in the screens for PRO VERSION screens, terms or keystrokes in the Pro version are
browsing, opening and saving files. Notes for Pro version users different from those in the Premium version.
Sage 50 is also compatible with
Windows 7 and Windows 8.

Student Version of Sage 50

The Student Premium version of Sage 50 must be downloaded from the Sage
Web site (sage.com/ca/about-us/education). All copies of the 2017 Student
version program have the same serial number 242P1U2-1000014. Detailed
instructions for downloading, installing, registering and activating your Student
version of Sage 50 are provided in Appendix A. The installation procedure is the
same for the regular retail CD version of the program. Only the activation
process also described in Appendix A is different.
Students needing help with the program should work with their instructor.
Additional help for students is available online from the student forum that you
access from the following Web site: sagecity.na.sage.com. For more information
about accessing this site and posting your questions, refer to Appendix A in this
text, pages A-10-A-12.

About the Student Version Program

The Student version is a fully functional Premium version that remains valid for
14 months after installation, but you cannot restore or open data files from
previous versions with it. If you have already installed a Trial version, the date
you installed it will count toward this 14-month limit. You can install only one
version of Sage 50 Accounting 2017 on your computer. If you are using the Pro
version or a Trial version and you want to install the Student Premium version,
you must first completely uninstall the Pro or Trial version from the Control
Panel in Windows (refer to Appendix A, page A-10). After you use a data set
with the Student version for 14 months, you must use a regular retail licensed
version of the program to access that data.
None of the data files were created with a Student or Trial version, so the
data itself will not expire. If you have used the data with a Student version for
14 months, however, you may see a data expired message.
If you see a message that the program has expired when you try to install it
or open a data set, and you have not yet used the program for 14 months, you
should refer to page A-1 0 (Student Version Expired Error Message) and ask
your instructor for assistance.
 •••
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The differences between the Student version and the retail Premium version
are very small, but we have identified them with margin notes as shown here:

STUDENT VERSION These notes describe how the Student version differs
Notes for Student version users from the regular or retail Premium version.

Earlier Versions
If you try to access the data files with earlier versions of Sage 50 Accounting
(2017.0 and earlier), Sage 50 displays an error message. In this case, you should
download and install the Student version. Refer to Appendix A for information on
downloading and installing the Student version.

Later Versions
Although the data files can be used with later versions of the software, you may
see changes in screens, keystrokes and payroll tax amounts. Before you open a
data file with a later version, the Sage 50 conversion wizard will update the data
file to match the later version you are using. Always refer to the manuals and
update notices for later versions. Once the file has been updated, you will no
longer be able to use it with the earlier version or release, unless you reinstall the
data files from the Student DVD.
For this reason, we recommend that you not install updates until you have
finished working with the data files in the text. For the 2017 program, the option
to modify your update settings, that is, to turn automatic updates off or on, is
located on the Support Info screen (Home window, Help menu, About Sage 50).
Automatic updates are not available for the Student version.

Quantum Version
This text can be used with Sage 50 Quantum Accounting. All the features covered
in the text are available in the Quantum version, though you may see small
variations in the screens. The Quantum version includes features that are not
available in the Premium version these advanced features are not covered in
this text. If you are using the Quantum version, the Sage 50 data conversion
wizard will convert the Premium data files when you open them or restore them.
Because the DVD files remain unchanged, you can install and use the same files
later with the Premium version.

Working Through the Applications

Keystroke Instruction Style
We have incorporated different paragraph styles for different kinds of statements
in the text to help you identify the instructions that you must follow to complete
the transactions correctly and see the screens that we present. These different
styles are illustrated below:
Type Foothills Hardware
(Keystroke command line with text you type in a special font.)
xiv USING THIS BOOK

Press (enter) or press the Add button to start the Add Account wizard.
(Keystroke command line command word is in bold and the
object of the command, what you press, is in colour. Commands
are indented and spaced apart. Additional text or information for
the line is shown in plain text.)
Or, you can click the Comment field to advance the cursor.
(Alternative keystroke sequence that you may want to use later.
Paragraph is indented in block style and plain text style is used.)
Regular text is presented in normal paragraphs, like this one. Key words are
shown in colour to make it easy to identify the topics. Names of icons, fields, text
and tool buttons that you will see on-screen have all initial letters capitalized (for
example, Adjust A Previously Posted Invoice tool or E-mail Confirmation Of
Invoices And Quotes). Account names included in regular text paragraphs are
italicized (for example, Revenue from Sales or Cost of Goods Sold) .

.1 Purchase Invoice #DS-&42 Dated May 1/19

1 From Data Savers, $1 320 plus $198 HST for off-site data backup and
restoration services for one year. Invoice total $1 518. Terms: net 30.
(Source document with all text in colour that you should enter using
Sage 50. The .I in the check box indicates that keystroke instructions are
provided. The number in colour in the lower part of the check box shows
the source document number. All source documents are numbered in
sequence.)

cash Purchase Invoice #BC-&110 Dated May 12/19

19 From Bloomers, $1 280 plus $192 HST for batch of tree saplings to grow
for future sales. Invoice total $1 472 paid in full by cheque # 180.
(Source document with all text in colour that you should enter on
your own using Sage 50. No keystroke instructions are provided the
upper part of the check box is empty and the lower part contains the
source document number in colour.)
In addition to the different types of margin notes already described for the
Pro and Student versions and the Classic view, the text includes regular margin
Notes that contain additional important information for all users and Warning
notes when extra attention is needed:

NOTES Regular Notes for all users providing additional

Regular Notes general information.

WARNING! Warning notes point out common errors or things to

watch out for!
Warning notes All users should read these notes carefully.

Order of Applications
Setup applications are introduced early in the text. Advanced users should have
no difficulty working through the applications in the order given and may choose
to skip some applications. However, at a minimum, we recommend working
through all keystroke transactions (the ones with a .I in the check box beside
them) so that you become familiar with all the journals before starting the more
comprehensive applications.
There are alternative ways of using the text for introductory and advanced
level courses. Students can complete the General, basic Payables, basic
 USING THIS BOOK xv

Receivables, Payroll and Inventory transaction applications (Chapters 3, 5, 6, 8

and 10) in the introductory course and the remaining chapters later. Chapters 11
and 12 may be completed at any time after Chapter 6 because these chapters do
not have payroll or inventory transactions. Chapters may also be completed in a
different sequence, as outlined below and on the following page:
1. Read and work through the two Getting Started chapters in Part One.
2A. Complete the ledger applications in order: Muriel's Murals (General), Groen
Fields (basic Payables), Phoebe's Photo Studio (basic Receivables), Helena's
Academy (Payroll), Flabuless Fitness (Inventory), Andersson Chiropractic
Clinic and Maple Leaf Rags (advanced features of the first three ledgers) and
Shady Corners* (Division or Project).
2B. (Premium version only) Complete the Part Three applications in any order:
Ryder's Routes (Time & Billing) and Able & Associates (departmental
accounting).
3. Complete Tesses Tresses (Chapter 15, account reconciliation and deposit
slips) and Sound Inc. (Chapter 14, budgeting).
4. Complete the four setup applications in order: Love It Again (General), Air
Care Services (three ledgers), Northern Lights (adding the Payroll ledger)
and VeloCity (five ledgers).
5. Complete the Stratford Country Inn setup application with realistic source
documents. Users may want to attempt this setup with the help of the setup
wizards from the Setup menu in the Home window.
6. Complete the cash-basis accounting application in Appendix Hat any time
after Chapter 6.
7. Complete the setup for some of the other chapters based on the company
information provided at the start of the chapter.
* Shady Corners (Division Ledger, Chapter 13) may be completed at any time
after these chapters because it does not introduce keystrokes required for
later applications. Later chapters may be completed before Shady Corners.
This order is shown graphically in the chart on the following page.

Organization within Chapters

All chapters are organized the same way. After stating the objectives of the
chapter, a comprehensive company profile brings the business to life. This profile
includes a description of the business's primary activities; its customers,
suppliers, employees and inventory; historical financial data for all Sage 50
modules used by this company; and company-relevant accounting procedures.
Instructions for the chapter follow. The keystroke section comes next with
detailed instructions for each new type of transaction or setting up the company
files. For the setup chapters, the transactions follow the keystroke section.
Otherwise, the keystrokes and transactions are presented together the
instructions for each new type of transaction follow the transaction.
Instructions and descriptions for reports for the module and features covered
in a chapter appear at the end of the chapters.
Review questions and cases for all chapters can be found in Appendix D on
the Student DVD.
 xvi USING THIS BOOK

AN ALTERNATIVE SEQUENCE FOR WORKING THROUGH THE APPLICATIONS

Getting Ledger
Started Applications Advanced Features Setup

Getting
Started (1)

GST, HST Muriel's Murals

and PST (3 General)
(2)

Groen Fields
(5 Payables)

Phoebe's Photo Studio

Phoebe's Photo Q Q Q Q (Appendix H Cash-
Studio ¢ ¢ ¢ ¢ Basis Accounting)
(6 Receivables)

Sound, Inc. Q Q Love It Again

Helena's Academy (4 General)
(8 Payroll) (14 Budgeting)

Andersson Tesses Tresses

Chiropractic Clinic (15 Account Air Care Services
Flabuless Fitness Reconciliation) (7 General, Payables,
(11 Advanced
(10 Inventory) Receivables)
A/P & A/R)
Ryder's Routes
(18 Premium -
Shady Corners Time & Billing)
(13 Allocations & ¢ Maple Leaf Rags Northern Lights
Electronic (12 Advanced (9 Payroll)
Payments) A/P & A/R) Able &
Associates
(19 Premium -
Departmental VeloCity
~ NOTES Accounting) (16 General, Payables,
Each box includes the chapter or Receivables, Payroll,
application title, the chapter number and Inventory)
the topic being introduced.
Applications within the same box
may be completed in any order.
Stratford Country Inn
(17 Challenge
Application)
 ••
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Supplements
The Student Text Enrichment Site
A text enrichment site accompanies this text: pearsoncanada.cajtext/
purbhoo2017. This site has an online banking simulation for VeloCity in
Chapter 16, including the bank statement that you can download for
reconciliation. Instructions for accessing the site and completing the
simulation are in Appendix I on the Student DVD.

Instructor Supplements
• Solutions Solutions for all applications in the text are available as Sage 50
Premium Accounting backup files. These files have all the source document
transactions in the text completed. The files must be restored with the
Sage 50 program and all reports may be displayed or printed.
• Additional Setup Files Backup files for the setup chapters (Chapters 4, 7, 9,
16 and 17) are provided with setup completed and ready for entry of source
documents. Two additional files are provided for Chapter 16 for journal
entries beginning in the second and third month of the applications. Files for
bank reconciliation are also included: February bank reconciliation for
Tesses Tresses; Case 8 in Appendix D for VeloCity; and Case 3 in Appendix D
for Stratford Country Inn. Appendix D is on the Student DVD. These
additional files are provided with the Solutions.
• lnstrudor's Manual The Instructor's Manual is a file in PDF format with
information about all the instructor resource materials, teaching and testing
suggestions and some troubleshooting tips.
• Answers to Review Questions and Cases includes answers to all the end-of-
chapter questions and cases (Appendix Don the Student DVD). It is
available as a PDF and a Microsoft Word document so that instructors may
choose or modify individual answers.
• Test Bank Multiple-choice tests (with over 500 questions) organized by
textbook chapter and several applied tests that require students to set up
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that broke away on either side of the canoe.
‘It won’t be dark enough for a while, yet,’ said Roddy.
‘They’ll wonder where I am.’
‘Why? Didn’t you tell them?’
‘They didn’t know I’d slip off so soon.’
She blushed. It really looked as if Roddy had come early in order to have
a little time alone with her. He would not say so; but he twinkled and smiled
so gaily that she smiled back at him, as if giving him secret for delightful
secret.
‘They’ll tease me,’ he declared.
‘No. Will they?’
‘Yes, I assure you——’
‘How silly!’
‘Isn’t it? Do you know, they’ll suspect us of the most desperate flirtation
on this exquisite secluded river.’
‘Will they?’ She was troubled.
‘What common minds! As if a man couldn’t be alone with a girl without
making love to her.’
‘Oh, I do agree, Roddy.’
He threw back his head and laughed silently: he had been laughing all
the time. And it had seemed for a moment that Roddy was prepared for the
first time in her memory to have a little serious conversation.
‘Oh, Roddy, how you do laugh at me!’
‘I can’t help it, Judy. You are so incredibly solemn. You don’t mind, do
you? Please don’t mind. I adore people who make me laugh.’
It was that his laughter left her out, making her feel heavy and
unhumorous. If only he would teach her to play with him, how quick and
apt he would find her!
‘I don’t mind,’ she said. ‘Only I do wish I could be ready for you.’
Being himself, was Roddy more likely or less likely to fall in love with a
person he never took seriously?
‘You’d forgive anybody, however badly they treated you, wouldn’t you,
Judy?’
 ‘Forgiving or not forgiving doesn’t mean much to me. I never could feel
wronged. I might not be able to help feeling hurt, but forgiveness wouldn’t
come into it.’
‘Hmm!’ said Roddy. ‘Are you sure you’re so civilized? Personally I
never forgive anybody anything. I’m like God. I love my grievances, and
want people to feel them.’
‘I know you’re laughing really. I know it isn’t true, what you say.’
He said quickly, quite seriously:
‘I never would forgive a person who made a fool of me.’
‘I wouldn’t like it; but if it only affected myself, it wouldn’t be
important. A thing that happens to yourself alone doesn’t matter.’ She
stopped and blushed painfully, thinking: ‘How he’ll mock.’ But instead he
looked at her gravely and nodded, saying:
‘I dare say you’re right.’
It was beginning to get dark.
He steered the canoe under the willows into narrow shadinesses, lit a
cigarette and lay back watching her.
‘And what will they teach you at college, Judy?’
No one but he knew how to say ‘Judy.’
‘I don’t know, Roddy. I’m rather frightened,—not about the reading,—
about the girls, all the people. I don’t understand a bit how to live with lots
of people. I never have. I shall make such mistakes. It oppresses me, such a
weight of lives crammed together in one building, such a terrifying press of
faces. I prefer living alone.’
‘Don’t get standardized, or I shan’t come and visit you.’
‘Will you come and visit me?’
‘If I ever find myself not too desperately busy,’ he said twinkling.
‘I shall look forward to that. Perhaps I’ll see Martin sometimes too.
Perhaps it won’t be so bad.... Roddy, do you realize I’ve never known
anyone of my own age except the gardener’s little girl and one or two local
children—and all of you? After you left, when we were little, I was so
lonely I.... You don’t know. Daddy would never let me be sent to school.
Now you’re back, I expect every day to wake up and find you all vanished
again.’
 ‘We shan’t vanish again.’
‘If only I were sure!’
‘I’m sure.’
‘Oh, you! You’re the most vanishing of all. You slip through my fingers.’
‘Not I. It’s you who do that.’
‘I?’
‘Yes. You elude....’ He made a gesture with his hand. ‘I don’t understand
how you work. You’re an enigma. You intrigue me.’
‘I’m very glad.’
‘And I’m afraid of you.’
‘You’re not. You’re only amused at me.’
‘No. You’re wrong.’
He fell silent, smoking and watching her; all his attention fixed in his
eyes. It was as if he could not look away. Her head swam, and she
stammered:
‘What are you thinking?’
‘That it’s a good thing we—agree so—completely about the standards of
conduct proper between the sexes; otherwise it might be a good thing
you’re so exceptionally forgiving.’ His voice had an edge of question.
 ‘Roddy, what are you talking about?’
‘Nothing. A slight emotional conflict,—now resolved.’
He sat up suddenly, brushing some mood all in a minute from his mind
and his eyes and his voice. He lit another cigarette and started paddling.
Supposing Roddy had been going to say: ‘Kiss me?’ ... Better not to
think about it.
The stars were bright now: it must be dark enough for Martin’s
fireworks. Things were happening next-door: Martin was preparing to
celebrate in earnest. He had hung a row of fairy lanterns all along the eaves
of the verandah, and the lights glowed rose, blue, green and white among
the leaves of the vine. His shadowy figure was moving on the lawn, and
another moved beside it: that was Tony Baring, Roddy explained, his friend
and Martin’s, staying for the night. Julian was playing the piano; he was
visible in profile against the window.
‘What a party, Roddy! And I the only lady. Please protect me.’
‘Oh yes, we all will. We’ll each protect you against all the others, so
you’re fairly safe.’
A sudden light flared up in the garden.
‘Hey!’ said Martin’s voice. ‘Hi! Here everybody! My fireworks have
started. Where the hell has Roddy got to? I wanted——’
‘Here we are!’ shouted Judith. ‘Hullo, Martin! Martin! We’re here, we’re
watching. Hurrah for you, Martin!’
‘Oh good! Is that you, Judy? I’ve got some pretty hot stuff here. Watch!’
He spoke in the anxious excited voice of a small boy displaying the
charms of his hobby to some indulgently attentive adult.
‘Oh, Martin, that’s splendid. Oooh, what a beauty! How I adore
fireworks!’
It was essential that dear Martin should be made to feel his fireworks a
success. They had behind them so eager a purpose of giving amusement to
others that they deserved tremendous encouragement. You felt he had spent
every penny of his pocket-money on them.
There was a shout of laughter and screams from Julian. He had left the
piano and was joining the others on the lawn; and the Catherine wheel had
broken loose and was after him, snapping and leaping at his heels.
 A shower of golden sparks went up in a fountain and poured down over
the tulips and wall-flowers. Another followed; but this time the shower was
rainbow-coloured. The deep talk and laughter of Martin, Julian and Tony
was a strange not quite human chorus in the moonless dark.
‘Oh, Roddy, isn’t it exciting?’
‘It is indeed.’
The fireworks became more and more splendid. Long crystal-white
cascades broke and streamed down to the grass. Things went off in the air
with a soft delicious explosion and blossomed in great blazing coloured
drops that lingered downwards like a drift of slow petals.
‘Oh, Roddy, if only——! They’re so brief. I wish they were never
quenched but went on falling and falling, so lovely for ever. Would you be
content to burst into life and be a ten seconds’ marvel and then vanish?’
But Roddy only smiled. On his face was the mask behind which he
guarded his personal pleasures and savoured them in secret.
Suddenly the willow-trees were revealed cloudily in a crude red light,—
then an aching green one,—then one like the concentrated essence of a
hundred moonlights. The three men on the lawn were outlined in its glare,
motionless, with their heads up. She heard Martin cursing. Something was a
complete failure: it spat twice, threw a thin spark or so and went out. Then
the big rocket took wings with a swift warning hiss, left in its wake a thick
firefly trail and broke at a great height with a velvety choke of fulfilment
and relief, bloomed rapidly in perfect symmetry, a huge inverted gold lily,
—then started dropping slowly, flower unfurling wide from the heart of
coloured flower all the way down.
‘Roddy, look at that! Honestly, you feel anything so lovely must be made
by enchantment and thrown into the air with no cause behind it except the
—the stress of its own beauty. I can’t connect it with Bryant and May, can
you?’
Then all was gone. There was a splash. A swan drifting near the canoe
shook itself and swirled sharply, with puffed wings, into the shadows.
Roddy picked a charred stick out of the water and held it up.
‘Signs and wonders!’ he said. ‘The swan had a revelation too. Here’s a
remedy against fancy, Judy. Wouldn’t you like to keep it?’
‘Throw it away at once.’
 He flipped it over his shoulder laughing.
The fireworks were over, and the three men were coming down towards
the water’s edge.
Roddy whispered:
‘Shall we escape?’
‘Oh....’
It was too late.
‘Hullo! Hullo!’ called the cheerful voice of Martin. ‘Did you enjoy my
fireworks?’
All at once there was much laughter and talk and greeting, and she was
drawn out of their exquisite aloofness into the voluble every-day circle.
Martin stretched an eager hand and out she stepped from the canoe among
them all. Half-dazed, she saw shadows of men standing round, appearing
and fading as in a dream, felt dream-like touches of men’s hands; heard
unreal voices bidding good-evening to Judith; was conscious of dim
confusion of movement towards the house. Did her own face rise so wanly
against the darkness, deep-shadowed under the features, a firm-cut austere
mask? Beneath the masks the hidden eyes held now and then a straying
gleam from the fairy-lanterns. It was all so nearly a sleeper’s dream that to
speak audibly seemed a vast effort.
Roddy strolled up from the river’s edge, having made fast the boat. He
came close and stood behind her shoulder, just touching it; and at once the
dream broke and every pulse was alert.
They went into the house for supper.
Tomato-sandwiches and cake, fruit-salad and bananas and cream,
lemonade and cider-cup loaded the table. Martin had prepared the whole
thing himself with a passion of judicious greed.
Tony Baring sat opposite and stared with liquid expressive blue eyes. He
had a sensitive face, changing all the time, a wide mouth with beautiful
sensuous lips, thick black hair and a broad white forehead with the
eyebrows meeting above the nose, strongly marked and mobile. When he
spoke he moved them, singly or together. His voice was soft and precious,
and he had a slight lisp. He looked like a young poet. Suddenly she noticed
his hands,—thin unmasculine hands,—queer hands—making nervous
appealing ineffectual gestures that contradicted the nobility of his head. She
heard him call Roddy ‘my dear’; and once ‘darling’; and had a passing
shock.
There was a submerged excitement in the room. Mariella’s absence had
noticeable effect: there was a lightness of wit, an ebullience of talk and
laughter; gay quick voices answering each other.
The polished table was blotted over with pools of red candleshade, and
pale pools from the white tulips picked in honour of the guest. The great
mirror opposite reflected the table with all its muted colours; reflected too
the back of Tony’s broad head and a bit of Roddy in curious profile, and her
own face, lustrous-eyed, dark-lipped, long of neck and mysterious. When
she looked at it she thought it was transfigured; and she knew who made the
electric feeling.
It was time to go home.
But Roddy got up and started the gramophone; then caught her by the
hand and led her out on the verandah.
‘One dance,’ he said.
‘And then I must go.’
‘You dance better than ever to-night.’
‘It’s because I’m so enjoying myself.’
He laughed and tightened his arm round her.
‘Judy——’
‘Yes? Oh, Roddy, I do love it when you say “Judy.” Nobody else says it
like you.’
He bent his face to look into her lifted one with a soft hidden smile.
‘What were you going to say?’ she asked.
‘I forget. When you look at me with your enormous eyes I forget
everything I mean to say.’
The gramophone stopped abruptly, with a hideous snarl; and the form of
Julian darted forth like a serpent upon them.
‘You’ve waked the boy with that damned noise,’ he said. ‘I knew you
would.’
He was gone; and in the succeeding shock of quiet the wail of Peter
floated down to them. Quick footsteps sounded in the room above; and
suddenly there was silence.
 ‘Oh, Roddy, he was cross.’
‘Yes,’ said Roddy indifferently. ‘He’s fussier than twenty old Nannies.
The brat’s nurse has gone to see her sister buried, so he’s looking after him.’
‘It’s funny how Julian seems to take charge of him, rather than Mariella.’
‘Oh, Julian’s always got to know best. I expect he told her she couldn’t
be trusted with him. I believe they had words,—I don’t know. Anyway she
went off to London this afternoon to a dog show or something, and left
Julian triumphant.’ Roddy chuckled. ‘God, he’s a peculiar man.’
‘I never can believe that baby belongs to Mariella—and Charlie.’
But he gave her no response to that; although, as she spoke the name,
with stars, lights, voices, music, his shadowed face, all that was lovely life
around her, the pathos of that death struck her so wildly it seemed he must
feel it too and draw closer to her.
How he watched her!
‘Roddy, what are you thinking about?’
She pleaded silently, suffocated with strange excitement: ‘Let us be
frank. There’ll never be another night like this and soon we’ll be dead too.
On such a night let us not miss one delight, let us speak the truth and not be
afraid. Tell me you love me and I will tell you. You know it’s true to-night.
Never mind to-morrow.’
But he shook his head slowly, smiling.
‘I never tell.’
She turned to go into the house.
‘Nor I. But I think one day I will,—tell somebody, one person,
something—the truth, just once,—just to see how it feels.’
He followed her in silence into the house.

Martin and Tony were lying in arm-chairs, looking sleepy.

‘Poor things—longing to go to bed. It’s all right, I’m going now. I want
to say good-night to Julian.’
On such a night Julian must not be left angry, alone. There must be no
failure on her part at least.
‘He’s with Peter.’
‘In his old room?’
 ‘Yes.’
‘I know. I’ll be back in a minute.’
She ran up the stairs. Dimmed light streamed through a door ajar in front
of her. It was the room where Julian and Charlie had slept years ago. Softly
she pushed the door open.
Julian sat by the window with the child on his knees. He had thrown a
shawl over his head and out of its folds the pale face peeped, owl-like and
still. In his little night-suit he looked absurd and touching.
Julian raised a face so haggard and suffering that she paused, half-
ashamed, uncertain what to say or do.
‘Come in, Judith,’ he said.
‘Only for a minute.... Won’t he sleep?’
‘No. I think he’s feverish. He got a fright, waking up alone. He’s very
nervous.’
He bent over the child, rocking him, patting his shoulder.
‘I expect he’s just playing up. You ought to put him back in his cot.’
‘No. He’d cry. I couldn’t endure it if he cried any more. I’ll keep him till
he’s asleep.’
Solemn in his shawl, Peter bent his too-brilliant gaze upon her as she
stooped to touch his cheek. He never smiled for her; but then neither did he
greet her as he greeted most people with a clear: “Go ‘way.” He accepted
her with grave politeness.
‘Do you like holding him?’
‘Yes,’ he said simply.
He was holding the child to comfort himself.
‘He’s very nice,’ she said. ‘What a different sort of childhood he’ll have
from yours, with the others always round you! He’s likely to be the eldest of
the next generation by a good deal, isn’t he?’
‘I should say so,’ he said bitterly. ‘I don’t mind betting not one of us
provides a little cousin for him. I don’t see us breeding somehow. Unless
possibly Martin....’
Not Roddy. No....
‘Well, you mustn’t let him be lonely.’
‘That’s her affair.’
 ‘Is it? She seems to let you take charge. Julian, does she love him?’
He was silent for a moment before answering: ‘I think she does.’ He put
his hand to his head and said suddenly, very low: ‘O God, it’s awful! You
know I quarreled with him—Charlie—over that marriage. I never saw him
after it—we were never reconciled. But after the child was born, she wrote
and told me he had said in his last letter to her that if anything happened to
him he would like me to be the child’s guardian.... So I suppose he forgave
me.’
‘Of course, of course, Julian,’ she said, half-weeping at the look of his
bowed head.
Was this the canker that gnawed Julian,—interminable thought of
Charlie dead like that, without a reconciling word?
‘I blame only myself,’ he said, still in the low voice. ‘She has been very
good. Never a word of—anything. Always that sweet empty unresentful
way,—like a child. Sometimes I think she never knew—or never
understood, anyway. I think she can’t understand that sort of thing. It’s a
sort of insensitiveness. She might hate me over Peter, but she doesn’t seem
to. Why doesn’t she?’
The expression she had surprised on Mariella’s face came back to her,
still undecipherable.
‘I almost wish she would,’ he went on. ‘I wish I was certain she was
jealous or even critical of me. I haven’t the least idea where I am.’ He
rubbed his eyes and forehead wearily. ‘It’s odd how her presence affects
me. She gets on my nerves to a degree! Nothing but this sweet blank
passivity.... You know I like people with spikes and facets, people who
thrust back when I thrust, brilliant, quick glittering people. And I like
people who are slow and deep and warm; and I think you’re one of that
sort, Judy. But what is she? Sometimes I think she’s watching me intently
but I don’t know where from, and it makes me irritable. She’s got quality,
you know,—incredible physical and moral courage. I think that must have
been what Charlie loved in her. But cold, cold and flat—to me.’
He sighed and shivered.
‘Oh, Julian, you’re very tired, aren’t you? There’s nothing to worry
about. You’ve got things on your mind because you’re so tired. Does your
head ache?’
 ‘Yes. No.... I’m in a bad mood, Judith. You’d better leave me.’ But he
spoke gently and raised his face to smile at her. It was then she saw that he
had been crying.
‘I will leave you, Julian. I only came to say good-night. And to say I was
sorry I made you angry. I wouldn’t have waked him for the world.’
‘It’s all right. I’m sorry I was angry. Don’t worry.’
‘Good-night, Julian.’
‘Good-night Judith.... You look so lovely——’
She thought: ‘I shall never see him like this again. I must remember....’
They looked at each other deeply, and when she turned silently away she
had in imagination stooped and kissed his cheek.
As she opened the door, laughter and talk came suddenly to her from
below,—a faint roar of male voices that struck her with strange alarm, and
seemed to threaten her. She took a step back into the room again, listened
and whispered:
‘Julian, who is that Tony?’
He shrugged.
‘I don’t know. He doesn’t talk to me. He writes verse I believe. He’s just
bringing out a book. I gather from his conversation he is quite the thing at
Cambridge—in certain circles.’
‘Is Roddy very fond of him?’
‘Oh, Roddy! Fond of him! I don’t know.’
‘He seems to be very fond of Roddy.’
‘Yes, it looks like it.’ He glanced at her sharply.
She knew then she had dreaded that he would answer in that way, give
her just such a look. She remembered that Tony had been suddenly hostile;
his eyes stony and watchful, had fastened on her when she came in from the
verandah with Roddy.
The voices came up to her again, like a reiterated warning. ‘Keep away.
You are not wanted here. We are all friends, men content together. We want
no female to trouble us.’
Better not to go down among them all, safer to stay here in the quiet with
Julian. She lingered, looking back in doubt and loneliness; but this time he
did not tell her to stay. The muffled shining of the lamp filled the room,
flowed over his form, his forehead bowed, drowsy and meditative, one
great shoulder curving forward to support the white bundle lying against it.
His pose suggested the something in him which it was hard to name,—a
kind of beauty and nobility a little twisted. Close beside his narrow bed
stood Peter’s cot, and Peter’s two plush animals lay upon the pillow.
Softly she closed the door upon that strange pair. If Mariella had seen
them, would her face have changed?
Downstairs again.
It would not be Roddy who would offer to take her home. She saw in
one glance that he had finished with her for to-night: he leaned against the
mantelpiece, and Tony, beside him, had an arm about his shoulders; and
Tony’s eyes, coldly upon her, said he was not for her. Something licked
sickeningly at her heart: it was necessary to be jealous of the young poet
Tony; for he was jealous of her. To her good-night Roddy replied with
chilling mock-formal politeness, bowing his head, laughing at her. Martin
put her cloak about her shoulders with reverent hands, and they went out.
The night was dark. All the blossoming things of earth were hidden, and
the fragrances abroad seemed shaken from the stars that flowered and
clustered profusely in the arching bows of the sky. They were back at her
garden-gate. Above it rose a faint broken shadow where, by day, lilac and
laburnum poured over in a wild maze to the lane. But when they came to
the cherry-tree they found it still glimmering faintly,—a cloud, a ghost.
Judith stretched up a hand and picked a scrap of cherry and held it out to
Martin.
‘That’s the secret of it all, I do think. Cherry blossom grows from the
seeds of enchantment. Keep it and wish and you’ll have your heart’s desire.
Wish, Martin.’
He snatched it and her hand with it. They waited. He held the spray and
clutched her hand, sighed and said nothing. Their forms were shadows just
outlined against the luminous tree.
‘What were you going to say?’ she whispered.
‘I—don’t know.’
‘No wishes?’
‘Too many.’
He was lost,—caught away, spell-bound, lost.
 ‘What a night! Isn’t it, Martin?’
‘It’s the very devil.’
‘I don’t feel a bit like myself, do you? There’s some sort of queerness
about,—magic. Or is it just being young, do you think?’
‘Perhaps.’
‘Don’t let’s ever be old. Could you bear it?’
‘I shouldn’t like it.’
‘Well wish that. Wish never to be old.’
Silence.
‘No,’ he said at last. He held her hand still and bent his head, twisting his
bit of cherry. His voice came huskily: ‘I’ve wished something else.’
Gently she drew her hand away. She must run away quickly from
whatever was happening: no emotional conflict with Martin must thrust
across and confuse the path where all was prepared for one alone.
‘Don’t go in,’ implored Martin. ‘Can’t we walk?’
‘Oh, I must—I must go in.’
‘Oh, Judith!’
‘I must, Martin. Thank you for bringing me home, I must fly now. It’s so
late——’ she said in panic.
‘When shall I see you again?’
‘Soon—soon.’
He was speechless. She called a soft good-night and left him and the
darkness swallowed him up.
As she went towards the solitary light burning for her in the hall she
thought with a sudden fear that he had implored her for assurance just as
she mutely implored Roddy every time he left her; and she had answered—
oh, not, surely not, as Roddy would have answered?
‘Oh, Roddy, come out of your dark maze and make me certain!’
She must warm herself with the remembrance of the first part of the
evening, ignore the little chill of those few last minutes. What were his eyes
telling her when he bade her good-night? Surely they were whispering:
‘Take no notice. We know what has passed between us, we know what must
come. Though we must keep our secret before others, we do not deceive
each other.’
 Yes, that was it.
She started running; and wondered why; and ran as hard as she could.
As she opened the front door, she stopped, aghast. The telephone bell
was screaming, screaming, screaming.
Telegram for Judith Earle. From Paris.
‘Father died this evening. Come to-morrow. Mother.’
As she hung up the receiver silence in a vast tide flowed in and drowned
the house, his house, as if for ever.
He had been deep in the business of dying while she, his daughter——
No. She must not think that way; she must just think of him dead. What an
extraordinary thing.... Last time she had seen him had he looked as if he
were going to die? There came a doubtful indistinct picture of him—yes—
going upstairs to bed, early, not later than ten o’clock. She had looked up
the staircase and seen him near the top, mounting with a hand on the
bannister: going to bed so early, looking—yes—a little feeble; the bowed
back and slow yielding step, the slightly laborious stair-mounting of a man
getting old—yes—a delicate elderly man, a little frightening, a little
pathetic to see unexpectedly: for could youth then really depart? He had
been young and he had come upon old age. Some day she too—she too ...
yes, for a moment she had thought that. And now he was dead.
She crept to the library and switched on all the lights and stared at the
portrait of a young man. That beautiful youth had lived, grown old and died.
He had begotten a daughter who was looking at him and thinking these
things. But the cold portraits of people held them bound for ever in
unreality; they could not die: they had not lived.
She sank into a chair, burying her face in her hands, seeking for a
memory that would make her know that he had lived and died.
She was very small and he, very kind and noble, was taking her to hear
the child-genius play. Her excitement was too great to bear: she too would
be a child-genius; and when the violin came it wrought on her so violently
that she was sick where she sat. He had been deeply disappointed in her, his
kindness and nobility turned to disgust.
At night, every night for a long time, with the night light burning, he had
sat on her bed and sung softly to her. He sang ‘Uncle Tom Cobley.’
 “All along out along down along lea....”

Oh, the haunting echo, the loneliness of that! Over and over he sang the
names of the mysterious company of men, but so softly that the slipping
syllables wove round her hazily and fled before she caught them.
Then he sang of a golden apple.

“Evoe, evoe, wonderful way

For subduing—subduing the hearts of men....”

Evoe, evoe.... The sound started a pang, a question, a stir of rich sadness
that went aching on, through the twice-sung whisper of the sibilants, right
on after the fall, the lingering soft pause and fall of the last words.
At the end he sang “Good-night ladies.” When he had finished she said
“Again”; and he sang it again and yet again, always more low, till finally it
was nothing but a plaintive sigh. She lay listening with eyes shut, weeping
with sorrow and delight.

“Good-night, ladies, we’re going to leave you now—”

That was so sad, so sad!

“Merrily we’ll roll along, roll along, roll along,

Merrily we’ll roll along on the deep—blue—sea.”

She saw a dim swaying far-stretching line of lovely ladies all in white,
waving good-bye upon a dark sea-shore. The great ship faded away over the
waves, bearing further and further the deep-throated chorus of singers. The
long line swayed, reached vainly forward. Their white hands glimmered.
She saw them fade, alas! fade, vanish out of sight.
Oh, he had known how to stir mystery in a child. He had turned sound
inside out for her, making undreamed-of music,—and pictures besides, and
light and colour. He had seemed to forget her for weeks at a time, but when
he had remembered, what a more than compensating richness had come
into life! She had planned to grow so beautiful and accomplished that he
would be proud of her and want her with him always. They were to have
travelled together, famous father and not unworthy daughter, and they were
to have discussed very intellectual topics and she was to have looked after
him when the steps, going upstairs, started, really started, to have that
feebleness.... He was to have lived to be very old and go upstairs on her
arm, cherished by her.
No more lessons in Greek: no more hearing him softly open his door to
listen to her playing,—(though he never praised her, what praise that had
been!) No more talk—now and then, when he remembered her, when his
eyes dwelt on her with interest—of books and pictures and music and
famous people he knew. No second proud visit to Cambridge with him, no
seeing him sigh, smile, dream from an old don’s window over Trinity Great
Court in the sun, after the lunch-party. The three elderly bachelors had
smiled at her, embarrassed by her presence, doubtful as regards the
attentions due to a young lady. They had been shy with her, courteous,
careful and elegant of speech, a little dusty altogether, but gentle like their
rooms, like the old gold light falling outside on ancient buildings. She had
listened to them all savouring and playing with words, quoting Greek,
saying “Do you remember?” He had seemed so distinguished, so brilliant, a
man ripe and calm with knowledge. And afterwards he had shown her the
colleges and the Backs and promised to come often to see her when she
came up. He had talked of his youth and for a moment they had trembled on
the verge of shared emotions: no more of that, no hope of future rich
Cambridge occasions.
No more watching his intent and noble profile in the lamplight, stooped
hour after hour over his writing, opposite the bust of Homer. Once or twice
he had looked up and smiled at her as though vaguely content to have her
with him. His desk was empty for ever. That was pathetic; it would bring
tears if dwelt on; it made him so human.
Did it hurt to die?
Now in a flash she remembered the question:
‘Daddy, does it hurt to die?’
Years ago. Grandmamma had just died. When he came to say good-night
to her in bed, she had asked him that.
He had remained silent and brooding. His silence filled her with terror:
her heart beat and, red and panic-stricken, she stared at him. He was going
to tell her something dreadful, he knew something so terrible about
Grandmamma, about death and the way it hurt that he could not speak.... He
was going to die.... She was.... O God! O Jesus!
At last he had sighed and said:
‘No, no. It doesn’t hurt at all to die.’
She had flung herself weeping into his arms, and he had clasped her in
silence; and from his quiet, pressing shoulder, comfort had poured in and in
upon her.
It did not hurt at all to die, it was quite all right, he had said. He had just
died.
She looked about her, at the brooding room. Nothing but loneliness,
helplessness, appalling silence. She was cold too, shivering.
A little while ago she had been next door. Now the house would all be
dark, shut to her. Supposing she were to run back to them with her tidings,
surely they would help, advise, console: for they were her friends.
‘Roddy, Roddy, Daddy’s dead.’
He was standing with Tony’s arm around his shoulders, remote,
indifferently smiling. He did not like grief, and Tony kept him from her. Her
time was far away and long ago.
‘Julian, Daddy’s dead.’
He was bowed over the child; and he raised his head to listen, but made
no answer. He had plenty of his own sorrows; and he feared she would
wake the child.
But Martin might be told, Martin would listen and comfort with large
and inarticulate tenderness. He would be standing under the cherry-tree,
waiting, just as she had left him. She ran to the window.
There was nobody in the garden. A faint light was abroad,—it might be
the small rising moon or the dawn—making the cherry-tree pale and clear.
It seemed to float towards her, to swell and tower into the sky, a shining
vision.
Then death, lovely death, lay at the heart of enchantment. It was the core
of the mystery and beauty. To-morrow she would not know it, but to-night
no knowledge was surer. And he whom they were to mourn was—in one
minute she would know where he was,—one minute.
She leaned out of the window.
 Now! Now!
But the cherry-tree was nothing but a small flowering cherry-tree. Before
her straining eyes it had veiled itself and withheld the sign.
 PART THREE

J UDITH, looking dazed, shut the door of the mistress’s room behind her,
and after a quarter of an hour’s wandering, found her way back to her
own room. She sat on a hard chair and said to herself: Independence at
last. This is Life. Life at last is beginning; but rather because it seemed so
much more like a painful death than because she believed it.
She surveyed the four walls in which her independence was to flower.
They were papered in sage green with perpendicular garlands of white and
yellow rosebuds. There was a desk, a kitchen chair, a cane table, a narrow
iron bedstead behind a faded buff curtain; and a distinctive carpet. It was of
a greenish-brown shade, striped round the edge with yellow and tomato-
colour, and patterned over with black liquorice-like wriggles.
‘But I can’t live in ugliness....’
A clamorous bell roused her from a state of apathetic despair; and she
opened her door and crept along in the wake of the click of heels and the
laughter of many voices.
This was Hall—huge, bare, full of echoes and hard light, whiteness and
cold blue curtains ... blue and high like twilight above ice and snow when
the full moon is rising.
‘I can always think of that and not mind if nobody talks to me....’
Down one wall, a row of black frocks and white aprons at attention; at
the top of the room, High Table beginning to fill up: black garments, grey,
close-brushed intellectual heads, serious thin faces looking down the room,
one young one, drooping a little: piles of chestnut hair and a white Peter
Pan collar. Crowds of dresses of all colours, shapes and sizes, all running
about briskly, knowing where to go; a sea of faces bobbing and turning,
chattering, bright-eyed, nodding and laughing to other faces, sure of
themselves.
‘Margaret, come and sit here ... here ... here! Next to me! Sylvia, next to
me.... Is there a place for Sylvia?...’
 ‘I am lost, lost, abandoned, alone, lost,’ thought Judith wildly and
pounced for the nearest chair and clung to it. She was between two girls
who stared at her, then looked away again. She bowed her head: the old
terror of faces engulfed her.
There fell a silence. A voice like a bell went through the room, calling:
Benedictus, benedicat. And then came a roar,—a scraping, an immense
yelling that rose to the ceiling and there rolled, broke, swelled again without
pause. Beneath its volumes she felt herself lost again; but nobody else
appeared to have noticed it.
‘Can I pass you the salt?’ said her neighbour.
‘After you,’ said Judith earnestly.
‘Thanks.’
The conversation swirled on around her.
‘Who d’you think’s engaged? Three guesses.... Let’s look at the
tombstone. Soup....... how classically simple ... just soup.... Take a hundred
dirty dishcloths, soak them in hot water, add a few onions.... Dorothy’s
bobbed her hair. It suits her. It doesn’t suit her.... My dear, who is that girl
next to you?... I’ve done six hours every day this vac.... May you be
forgiven.... Well anyway, four regularly.... I’m going to work this term,
seven hours solid, no dances.... I’ve got to ... you should have heard the
jawing I got from Miss Marsh because I only got a third in Part I.... Well I
think that was jolly good: I shall think myself jolly lucky if I get the same....
Old Marsh has lost every human instinct.... D’you know Sibyl Jones has
done ten hours every day for two months?... She’s bound to collapse....
Third years ought to be more sensible at their age.... I say, I do believe Miss
Ingram’s dyed her hair. I’m sure it’s a different colour.... D’you suppose
she’s in love?... I knew a girl at Oxford who overworked most fearfully, and
she woke up one morning and every hair on her head had come off and was
lying on the pillow beside her, looking like a nasty practical joke. Rather a
jar, wasn’t it? But she took to a wig, my dears, a flaxen waved wig and it
was such an improvement that she left off her glasses and became quite
flighty and took to powdering her nose as well, so it was a blessing in
disguise; and then her Maths coach proposed to her and they got married,
and all I wonder is whether he got a shock or whether she’d warned him,
because I s’pose she takes it off at night and she’s as bald as an egg without
it; but I suppose anyway baldness doesn’t matter in true love.... It’s a
warning isn’t it?’
‘Pleasant idiocy,’ said Judith very quietly in the yell of laughter that
followed. ‘Idiotic pleasantry.’
‘Did you speak?’ said the girl on her other side.
‘N—no.’
‘I suppose you’ve come up for a little visit? I wonder whose guest?...’
‘No, no. I’ve come up for good—I’ve just arrived. I came up a day late. I
——’
‘You mean you’re a fresher?’
‘Yes.’
‘But you’re at the wrong table!’ said the girl, horrified. ‘There’s your
table at the other end of the room. This is a second year table.’
‘Oh, dear! How awful! Does it matter? I couldn’t recognize anybody and
nobody told me anything.... I don’t know a soul....’ She felt the shameful
tears coming. Such a bad beginning....
‘Never mind,’ said the girl almost kindly. ‘It doesn’t matter for once.
And you’ll soon get to know people. Isn’t there anyone here from your
school?’
‘I’ve never been to school. This is the first time I’ve ever been away
from home....’ Stupid weakening thing to say, inducing self-pity, bringing
more tears.
‘Oh, really?’ said the girl, and added politely after a pause:
‘Do you know Cambridge?’
‘A bit. I came once with Da—my father. He simply adored it. He was
always coming back. That’s why he wanted me to——’
‘Oh, really? How naice. I expect he’ll often be running up to see you
then, won’t he?’
She turned her head away in silence. Never, never would he be running
up to see her, to rescue her. Why had she mentioned him? He had vanished
and left her stranded among creatures who dared to assume he was still
alive....
Trips. Labs. Lectures. Dons. Vacs. Chaperons. The voices gabbled on.
The forks clattered. The roof echoed.
 ‘Ugly and noisy,’ muttered Judith. ‘Ugly and noisy and crude and
smelly....’ You could go on for ever.
There were eyes staring from everywhere, necks craning to look at her....
‘But I can abstract myself. I can ignore their rudeness....’
It was the moonlight filling the blue that made it so cold and pure. Above
the icefields and the snow lay the cold translucent pastures of the air....
She studied the row of faces opposite her, and then more rows, and
more, of faces. Nearly all plain, nearly all with a touch of beauty: here and
there well-cut heads, broad white placid brows; young necks; white teeth
set in pleasant smiles; innocent intelligent lovely eyes. Accepting, revealing
faces they were, with no reserves in them, looking at each other, at things—
not inward at themselves. But just a herd, when all was said: immature,
untidy, all dull, and all alike, commonplace female creatures in the mass.
But boring it was! If you could see Mariella’s clear thorough-bred face
among them,—would that too get merged?
That was where she should be humbly sitting, among those quieter
heads, right at the end. There was a light there, flashing about: the tail of her
eye had already caught it several times. She looked more closely. It was
somebody’s fair head, so fiercely alive that it seemed delicately to light the
air around it: a vivacious emphatic head, turning and nodding; below it a
white neck and shoulder, generously modelled, leaned across the table.
Then the face came round suddenly, all curves, the wide mouth laughing,
warm-coloured.... It made you think of warm fruit,—peaches and nectarines
mellowed in the sun. It seemed to look at Judith with sudden eager attention
and then to smile. The eyes were meeting her own, inquiring deeply.
‘Who’s that?’ said Judith excitedly, forgetful of her position.
‘Oh, one of the freshers. I don’t know her name.’
Her name, her very name would be sure to have the sun on it.
All at once Judith found courage to eat her pudding.
Another scraping of chairs, and they were all on their feet. Someone,
highly flushed, flew to the door at the edge of the däis and wrenched it
open, holding it back while the Mighty streamed slowly out. They were
gone. The girl returned, even more highly flushed.
‘My dears! Do you think they saw me giggling? Bunny, you were a beast
to make me giggle! Did I do it all right? I thought I’d never get it open in
time. Miss Thompson looked so severe: but did you see what a sweet smile
I got from Miss Ingram? Oh, what an experience! Hold me up someone.’
Willing hands supported her limp form. The roar broke out again,
pouring out of Hall along the corridors.
Judith went back to her room and sat by the window. Outside, the dusk
was chill and deep. The treetops were all round her window. It was like
being in a nest, to sit here with all the highest boughs swirling round the
pane. If only the corridors did not echo with high voices and strange feet, if
only you could forget the carpet, if only you could turn round and see
Martin—(not Roddy—he was too unreal a memory to bring consolation) it
might be possible to be comforted.
The feet were less frequent now, the voices quieter. What were the
mysterious animals doing? The vast building was full of them, streaming in
and out of their burrows, busy with their strange separate affairs.
Night, dropping across the flat fields of Cambridgeshire had blotted out
a dim west slashed with fire. The tree trunks threw up their branches in a
stiff black net and caught a few stars.
Now shut your eyes and see the garden at home, the summer sun wildly
rich on the lawn, hear the hot whirr and pause of the mowing machine;
smell the mown grass mixed with the smell of roses and pinks and lavender;
see the white butterflies dancing above the herbaceous border; see Mamma,
going slowly up the steps with a basket of sweet peas, pause and draw up
the striped Venetian blind; because now it is evening; the sun is behind the
massed, toppling dark-green luxuriance of the unmoving chestnut trees, has
drained its last ray out of the rooms and left them warm, throbbing and wan.
Now it is night. Go down to the river: they are all there, waiting in the dark
for you.... Now there is only Roddy, coming close, just touching your
shoulder, his head bent to look into your lifted one. Listen and hear him say:
“Darling” ... of course it had been in fun. But his rich voice goes on
whispering and repeating it.... His eyes drown again and again with yours....
Then all at once a far train-whistle roused her, cutting across this
immense strangeness with a suggestion of ordinary familiar things; and
Judith, faint with homesickness, sent towards it the desire of all her being to
fly in its wake back to the life she knew....
Impossible to stay in this room. She opened the door and wandered
down the corridor. At the far end was a great chatter of voices through a
half-open door. Peering in she saw a cloud of cigarette smoke and a room
full of girls sprawling in chairs and on the floor.
‘Who’s captain of hockey? Jane, of course you’re going to play hockey?
And lacrosse.... Jane, I must say it’s topping to see you again.... Jane, your
year looks a dull lot.... Who’s the one who planted herself at our table?...
Oh, d’you think so? She’s got such a haughty expression ... sort of
superior.... Perhaps she’s shy....’ A clear voice, high and extraordinarily
resonant cut in. ‘She’s the most beautiful person I ever saw. I adore her....
Have some toffee someone.’
Judith half-saw half-imagined the flash of a head under the lamp as she
fled past. If that voice ... that voice had the sun in it?
She went on downstairs, looked for the fifth time in the box labelled E
for letters addressed to herself, knew for the fifth time there could be none,
and went on again, wandering among the ground-floor corridors; desired in
sudden panic to get back to her room and found she had lost her way.
A girl came out of a door carrying a hot water can. She wore a pink
flannel dressing-gown.
‘Could you tell me,’ asked Judith. ‘How to get to a corridor called C?’
The girl looked at her closely and then beamed behind her glasses.
‘Oh, Miss Earle! Of course! We were up together for Scholarship Exams.
Come in.’
Judith, helplessly conscious that this unpleasant dream was becoming a
definite nightmare, followed her.
‘Sit down,’ said the girl. ‘I’m so glad you came to find me. You
remember my name—Mabel Fuller.’
O God! The creature thought she had been singled out for the purpose of
soliciting friendship....
‘I am so very glad you came to see me. I dare say you feel very strange?’
‘A little. But I’m quite all right, thank you.’
‘One feels very lonely at first. Never mind. Do you know any one else?
No, nor do I.’ Her eyes glinted. ‘We must stick together till we’ve got our
bearings. It’s a great thing to—I had a friend here once. She said the life
was very jarring—such a whirl. We must try to make our little rooms as
restful as possible. Do come to my room and work whenever you like. I
always think it helps, don’t you, to have somebody else in the room
concentrating.’
Earnestly her eyes beamed and glinted behind their glasses. Presumably
she was kind and well-meaning, but her skin was greasy and pink was not
her colour; and her lank hair smelt; and when she talked she spat. The
colourless face had nothing of youth in it. Perhaps this was what really
clever girls looked like.
‘I’ve spent to-day putting my room to rights,’ said Mabel, looking
happily round her. ‘I do enjoy having a little corner of my own, my own
things round me and.... To-morrow I must start work in earnest. How do
you feel about your work? You’re bound to waste time at first unless you
plan out your day methodically. You must come and work in here. I won’t
disturb you. I’m a very hard worker myself. I shan’t mix much with the
other students. She flushed. ‘I shan’t have time. And then of course there’s
getting into Cambridge for lectures and.... Do you ride a bicycle? I find
since I had pneumonia it tires me so.... We must go to lectures together at
first—keep each other company....’
‘Are you reading English too?’ said Judith with sinking heart.
‘Oh yes.’ Mabel bit her finger nervously. ‘I didn’t manage to get a
scholarship, you know. It was a disappointment. I was feeling very poorly
and altogether.... I didn’t do myself justice, Miss Fisher said. She wrote
such a nice letter and ... I was so set on coming here, it meant so much to
me, I want to teach, you know—if my health permits.... I haven’t very good
health ... so with what I’d managed to save and a little help from my mother
... she couldn’t afford it really but when she saw what it meant to me ... so I
must do well ... I can’t disappoint her.... Are you preparing to earn your
living?’
‘I don’t know,’ said Judith blankly.
‘You don’t look like it,’ said the other hurriedly with a furtive half-
hostile glance at Judith’s clothes. ‘Most girls who come here have got to
depend on their brains for a livelihood, so of course no one’s got a right to
come here just to amuse themselves, have they? But I dare say you’re going
to do very well. Miss Fisher told me this morning you’d done very good
work for the scholarship. Oh yes. She quite praised you. I thought perhaps
... some of my notes and essays might be of use to you.... I take very full
notes—my memory rather fails me sometimes and then.... I thought perhaps
if we worked together we might—you know—help each other.... Another
mind coming fresh to a subject.... We might....’
Her eyes betrayed her: brain-sucker, probing for new full-blooded life.
Judith thanked her politely and rose to go.
‘Don’t hurry,’ said Mabel. ‘I’ll make you a cup of cocoa. I always think
cocoa’s so nourishing.’
She busied herself with a saucepan over the fire and breathed
stertorously through her nose. Her skin glistened unhealthily in the firelight.
The room was very close, full of pink casement cloth, and china ornaments.
She had not minded the carpet: she had decorated the room to suit it. On the
mantelpiece stood many photographs of creatures stoutly whaleboned about
the throat or heavily whiskered and collared according to sex; and alone on
top of the book-case was set the incongruous lovely photograph of a girl
with curly bobbed hair. The large eyes laughed at you mischievously: the
face insisted on being looked at—a soft face, sensuous and wilful, with a
wide bow of a mouth; the smile a trifle consciously sweet, but irresistible.
‘Oh, how pretty!’ said Judith delightedly.
‘My sister Freda,’ said Mabel. ‘Yes, she’s generally admired.’ She
glanced suspiciously at Judith, as if to intercept the look of one saying
incredulously: ‘Your sister?’ But Judith only looked dreamy.
For which minded most: Mabel because Freda was so pretty, or Freda
because Mabel was so repulsive? Or were they fond of each other, sharing
confidences and joking about Freda’s lovers?... And was Freda vain and
heartless or....
‘Here’s your cocoa,’ said Mabel. ‘Drink it hot.’
It was thick and syrupy, and Judith gave up after a few sips; but Mabel
drank hers with obvious relish and ate doughnuts greedily out of a bag.
And did Mabel’s mother console her by saying she was proud to have a
clever daughter at College?—because she couldn’t say, for instance, with
any truth: ‘Your hair, Mabel, is of a much finer quality than Freda’s’—there
was nothing of that sort to be said. Or did she pet Freda and neglect
Mabel?...
‘I really must go now,’ said Judith. ‘Thank you very much. Good-night.’
‘Would you like to go for a walk with me on Sunday after church? We
might go and hunt for pretty autumn leaves and berries. I always think they
make a room look so bright....’
‘Thank you very much.’
College leaves, college berries, picked with Mabel....
Supposing you looked like Mabel, would you love beauty even more
passionately, or be so jealous of it that you hated it?
Her eyes yearned at Judith. It was curious: they had in them a sort of
avid glint—almost like the eyes of old men in railway-carriages.... And did
Freda maliciously encourage her to wear pink flannel? And....
‘One thing more,’ she said. ‘I do hope you won’t allow yourself.... I
mean we mustn’t allow ourselves to—to get into a foolish set. It’s so
difficult to know at first.... There’s a set here, I’m told’—she paused,
flushing unbecomingly to her forehead—‘there’s a set here that thinks a
great deal too much about—about going out, and dancing, and—men—all
that sort of silliness.... There, I’m sure you don’t mind my telling you. You
can always come to me for advice.... I’m told the Mistress judges so by the
people we go about with....
‘Good night, Miss Earle,’ she finished earnestly. ‘There’s your way: up
the stairs and turn to the right. I’ll look out for you at breakfast to-morrow.’
Black Mabel. Haunted days and nights stretched out. No hope. No
escape. Three years of Mabel settling down like a nightmare-bat, blotting
out the light. Nobody but Mabel was going to speak to you for three years.
She passed two maids, flaxen-haired, red-cheeked, thick-featured
Cambridgeshire types. They were turning out the lights in the corridors; and
they smiled broadly at her. Maids were always nice, anyway.
‘Good night,’ she said shyly.
‘Good night, Miss.’
At the corner of the corridor she heard one remark to the other: ‘There’s
a sweet faice.’
A little comforted, she came to her own room, undressed and dropped a
few tears.
If he could have known how very unlike his Cambridge this place was!
Too late now.... There was not a spire, not a light of Cambridge to be seen,
not a whisper to be heard. Almost she could believe something Childe
Rolandish had happened to it and it was gone; so that even its unseen
nearness was no comfort.
 ‘Come in,’ she said in startled response to a tap at her door. Someone
stood there in a dressing-gown, with bright hair rolling over her shoulders.
‘Oh!’ cried Judith in uncontrollable rapture. ‘I did hope....’
They gazed at each other, blushing and radiant.
‘I saw you at Hall.’
‘Yes. I saw you.’
‘I sat at the wrong table. It was awful.’
‘I wish you’d been sitting beside me.... What’s your name?’
‘Judith Earle. What’s yours?’
‘Jennifer Baird.’
Yes. Jennifer was the right name.
‘That’s a nice name.’
‘Why didn’t you come yesterday?’
‘I just forgot. I muddled the date.... Wasn’t it an awful beginning?’ They
laughed.
‘I always make muddles, don’t you? I never remember dates and things.’
‘Nor do I.’
They laughed again.
‘I am thankful to find you, I can tell you,’ said Jennifer. ‘I was thinking I
should be obliged to leave.’
‘So was I.’
They beamed at each other.
‘This is the third time I’ve come to find you. Where on earth have you
been? I was afraid you’d locked yourself into the lavatory to cry or
something.’
‘I’ve been....’ Judith laughed happily. ‘I’ve been with something awful.’
‘What?’
‘It’s called Mabel Fuller.’
‘My God! Fuller. Has she pounced on you already? She tried me this
morning. It’s a funny thing,—she makes straight for the pretty ones. That
sounds as if I meant I was pretty.’
‘So you are.’
 ‘I only meant I wasn’t so hideous as her and you’re lovely. She’s a
vampire-bat. D’you know, I found out something: she’s twenty-seven at
least. Think of it! I was rude to her. I suppose you weren’t. I should say you
were much more well-bred than me.’
‘I wondered if she wasn’t a tiny bit pathetic?’
‘God, no! What an idea! She hasn’t a notion how revolting she is. She
actually prattled about dress to me,—wondering how she’d look in a jumper
like mine. As if anything but an Invisible Cloak would improve her. I can’t
stand people who spit when they talk.’
‘I do wonder,’ pondered Judith, ‘how people like that get produced from
quite normal parents. It must be the working-out of some ancient and
fearful curse.’
‘She’s an ancient and fearful curse anyway,’ said Jennifer gloomily. ‘I’ll
tell you another thing. I believe she’s got sex-repression.’ She stared
impressively at Judith; then broke into loud whistling. ‘Have you got a
cigarette? Never mind.... I’ve just learnt to blow smoke-rings. I’ll teach
you.’ More whistling. ‘It’s terrible to be so swayed by appearances. I’m
afraid it’s a sign of a weak character. Ugly people rouse all Hell’s devils in
me. And beautiful ones make me feel like the morning stars singing
together. I want beauty, beauty, beauty.... Don’t you? Lovely people round
me, lovely stuffs, lovely colours—lashions and lashions of gorgeous things
to touch and taste and look at and smell.’ She flung her head back on its
round white throat and took a deep sighing breath. ‘O colours!... I could eat
them. I’m awfully sensuous—I look it, don’t you think? Or do I mean
sensual? I always get them muddled; but I know it’s unladylike to be one of
them. I say—why didn’t you speak to me after Hall?’
‘Oh, how could I? You had people all round you. I passed your room,
and there were dozens of girls in it.’
‘Oh yes! Creatures I was at school with. I had a year in Paris after I left
school. I think it developed me. I feel so much more mature than my
contemporaries. I used to hunt at Chantilly. Have you ever done that?...
They were all talking about you.’
‘I heard them say I had such a haughty expression. I haven’t, have I?’
‘Of course not. That’s women all over. I wonder if men are really nicer?
I suppose you’re not engaged?’
‘Oh no!’
 ‘Nor am I. I don’t suppose I shall ever marry. I’m too tall,—six foot in
my stockings. It’s awful, because I’m sure I shall always be falling in love
myself—and I’m terrified of getting repressions. Are you in love?’
Judith thought of Roddy, blushed and said no.
‘Oh well, you’re too young I suppose. I’m twenty and two months—
God!... Perhaps we shall both get engaged while we’re here. Me first, I
hope.’ She chuckled deeply.
‘But we shan’t have time for anything except work,’ said Judith. ‘Mabel
says we’re expected to do at least eight hours a day.’
‘Christ! Does she though! Just the sort of miserable immorality she
would feed you up with. We’re in the world to enjoy ourselves, not to pass
exams, aren’t we? Well then ... I have a prejudice against intellectualism. It
leads to all sorts of menaces. Perhaps you don’t know.... I dare say you were
brought up in blackest ignorance,—like me. But I’ve managed to overcome
all obstacles in the way of enlightenment. Do you call innocence a virtue? I
don’t. I call it stupidity.’ She talked on so rapidly that her words ran into
each other and got blurred. Leaning heavily on the mantelpiece she
continued. ‘Are these photographs your people? They look divinely
aristocratic. You’re not an Honourable are you? You look as if you might
be. Come and see my room. I say, let’s make our rooms absolutely divine,
shall we?’
‘Mother told me to get whatever furniture and things I wanted,’ said
Judith. ‘But what’s the good with that carpet?’
‘I’ve turned mine upside down,’ said Jennifer. ‘It’s an artistic buff now.
Come and look.’
She led the way back to her room and opened the door upon a scene of
chaos. Her clothes had been half-unpacked and left about in heaps. The
room was full of smoke and reeked of stale Gold Flakes. Gramophone
records, biscuits, apples, cake-knives, spoons, glasses and cups smeared
with cocoa-sediment were strewn about the floor.
‘It isn’t as nice as I thought,’ said Jennifer. ‘The swine have feasted and
rioted; and left me to clear up after them. Christ! What a spectacle! Have an
apple.’
She sat down in her trunk and looked discouraged.
‘I say, Judith Earle, do you think you’re going to enjoy College?’