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Chapter 7
Almostbetteranywoman.ButwhynotConnie?
Thetwosistersdroveoffinthemorning,ConnielookingratherlikeanEasterlamb,rathersmallbesideHilda,whoheldthewheel.SirMalcolmwasaway,buttheKensingtonhousewasopen.
ThedoctorexaminedConniecarefully,andaskedherallaboutherlife.’Iseeyourphotograph,andSirClifford’s,intheillustratedpaperssometimes.Almostnotorieties,aren’tyou?That’showthequietlittlegirlsgrowup,thoughyou’reonlyaquietlittlegirlevennow,inspiteoftheillustratedpapers.No,no!There’snothingorganicallywrong,butitwon’tdo!Itwon’tdo!TellSirCliffordhe’sgottobringyoutotown,ortakeyouabroad,andamuseyou.You’vegottobeamused,gotto!Yourvitalityismuchtoolow;noreserves,noreserves.Thenervesoftheheartabitqueeralready:oh,yes!Nothingbutnerves;I’dputyourightinamonthatCannesorBiarritz.Butitmustn’tgoon,mustn’t,Itellyou,orIwon’tbeanswerableforconsequences.You’respendingyourlifewithoutrenewingit.You’vegottobeamused,properly,healthilyamused.You’respendingyourvitalitywithoutmakingany.Can’tgoon,youknow.Depression!Avoiddepression!’
Hildasetherjaw,andthatmeantsomething.
Michaelisheardtheywereintown,andcamerunningwithroses.’Why,whatever’swrong?’hecried.’You’reashadowofyourself.Why,Ineversawsuchachange!Whyeverdidn’tyouletmeknow?CometoNicewithme!ComedowntoSicily!Goon,cometoSicilywithme.It’slovelytherejustnow.
