CXXXIV
Nesta Rossiter to Hazel Barrance
O foolish virgin, how little you know of men, or at any rate of Fred! Once he is asleep no noise in this world can wake him, and as for getting things, he can get nothing. He is a pet, but no one ever took such advantage of that aloofness from domestic co-operation which so many men consider their right. In his attitude to the children he is a mixture of a connoisseur and a comedian. He is either admiring them—against backgrounds, æsthetically, as though they were porcelain or almond blossom, or physically, as though they were prize puppies—or he is using them as foils for his jokes. It is all very delightful and we are a happy family, but it makes me smile when you suggest that he could take the place of Emily in any capacity whatever. Children, he thinks, should be both seen and heard, which shows that he is a modern enough parent, but they should be seen only when they are picturesque and heard only when they are gay. This being so, please go on trying to find a nurse. There is always one leaving. Every day hundreds of children must grow out of nurses.—Yours,
Nesta
CXXXV
Brian Field to Clemency Power
[By hand]
Dear Miss Power,—I must confess that I had hoped to get to Herefordshire, but no more. The rest is Chance, dear beautiful Chance.
And how did I discover that you were here too? I saw you in the garden from Miss Raby’s window and asked. Please send me a word of pardon. I should never try to influence Destiny.—I am, yours sincerely,
Bryan Field