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           Andwhatthen?Whatdidlifeofferapartfromthecareofmoney?Nothing.

           Yethecouldlivealone,inthewansatisfactionofbeingalone,andraisepheasantstobeshotultimatelybyfatmenafterbreakfast.Itwasfutility,futilitytothenthpower.

           Butwhycare,whybother?Andhehadnotcarednorbotheredtillnow,whenthiswomanhadcomeintohislife.Hewasnearlytenyearsolderthanshe.Andhewasathousandyearsolderinexperience,startingfromthebottom.Theconnexionbetweenthemwasgrowingcloser.Hecouldseethedaywhenitwouldclinchupandtheywouldhavetomakealifetogether.’Forthebondsofloveareilltoloose!’

           Andwhatthen?Whatthen?Musthestartagain,withnothingtostarton?Mustheentanglethiswoman?Musthehavethehorriblebroilwithherlamehusband?Andalsosomesortofhorriblebroilwithhisownbrutalwife,whohatedhim?Misery!Lotsofmisery!Andhewasnolongeryoungandmerelybuoyant.Neitherwashetheinsouciantsort.Everybitternessandeveryuglinesswouldhurthim:andthewoman!

           ButeveniftheygotclearofSirCliffordandofhisownwife,eveniftheygotclear,whatweretheygoingtodo?Whatwashe,himselfgoingtodo?Whatwashegoingtodowithhislife?Forhemustdosomething.Hecouldn’tbeamerehanger-on,onhermoneyandhisownverysmallpension.

           Itwastheinsoluble.HecouldonlythinkofgoingtoAmerica,totryanewair.Hedisbelievedinthedollarutterly.Butperhaps,perhapstherewassomethingelse.

           Hecouldnotrestnorevengotobed.