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           Hehadtaughtherallthesegames.AndConniefounditcuriouslyobjectionabletoseeMrsBolton,flushedandtremulouslikealittlegirl,touchingherqueenorherknightwithuncertainfingers,thendrawingawayagain.AndClifford,faintlysmilingwithahalf-teasingsuperiority,sayingtoher:

           ’Youmustsayj’adoube!’

           Shelookedupathimwithbright,startledeyes,thenmurmuredshyly,obediently:

           ’J’adoube!’

           Yes,hewaseducatingher.Andheenjoyedit,itgavehimasenseofpower.Andshewasthrilled.Shewascomingbitbybitintopossessionofallthatthegentryknew,allthatmadethemupperclass:apartfromthemoney.Thatthrilledher.Andatthesametime,shewasmakinghimwanttohavehertherewithhim.Itwasasubtledeepflatterytohim,hergenuinethrill.

           ToConnie,Cliffordseemedtobecomingoutinhistruecolours:alittlevulgar,alittlecommon,anduninspired;ratherfat.IvyBolton’stricksandhumblebossinesswerealsoonlytootransparent.ButConniedidwonderatthegenuinethrillwhichthewomangotoutofClifford.Tosayshewasinlovewithhimwouldbeputtingitwrongly.Shewasthrilledbyhercontactwithamanoftheupperclass,thistitledgentleman,thisauthorwhocouldwritebooksandpoems,andwhosephotographappearedintheillustratednewspapers.Shewasthrilledtoaweirdpassion.Andhis’educating’herrousedinherapassionofexcitementandresponsemuchdeeperthananyloveaffaircouldhavedone.