"What do you say, Mrs. Forsyde; don't you think human nature's always the same?"
Soames subdued a sudden longing to get up and kick the fellow. He heard his wife reply:
"Human nature is not the same in England as anywhere else." That was her confounded mockery!
"Well, I don't know much about this small country"—'No, thank God!' thought Soames—"but I should say the pot was boilin' under the lid everywhere. We all want pleasure, and we always did."
Damn the fellow! His cynicism was outrageous!
When lunch was over they broke up into couples for the digestive promenade. Too proud to notice, Soames knew perfectly that Annette and that fellow had gone prowling round together. Fleur was with Val; she had chosen him, no doubt, because he knew that boy. He himself had Winifred for partner. They walked in the bright, circling stream, a little flushed and sated, till Winifred sighed:
"I wish we were back forty years, old boy!"
Before the eyes of her spirit an interminable procession of her own "Lord's" frocks was passing, paid for with the money of her father, to save a recurrent crisis. "It's been very amusing, after all. Sometimes I even wish Monty was back. What do you think of people nowadays, Soames?"
"Precious little style. The thing began to go to pieces with bicycles and motor-cars; the war has finished it."
"I wonder what's coming?" said Winifred in a voice dreamy from pigeon-pie. "I'm not at all sure we shan't go back to crinolines and pegtops. Look at that dress!" Soames shook his head.