‘How odd it is, that she did not care for Hugo.’
I thought:
‘You can never tell why people like each other.’
Two days later, she died. She was buried at Yearsly. The house in Campden Hill Square was sold, and some of her things were sold. I had not room for much. Cousin Delia had some, and she helped me with it all. And that was a chapter closed.
Cousin Delia did not die. She did not seem very different from what she had always been, and she often talked of Hugo as though he were still alive.
IV
Guy’s first baby was born that Spring. It was a girl, and it was called Delia. Guy and Diana lived in London now. Guy had gone into business; Diana said he must make money, and there was no money in the Bar, at least, not for years and years. She said that she knew very well what it was like to be poor; she said that her ‘Pater’ was poor, ‘poor as a barn-door rat, and that’s no fun, you bet!’
So Guy gave up the Bar; he said that he did not mind about it, and he went into business. I don’t know what he did in his business, but it seemed that he made more money in that way, though Diana said that it was still not enough.
And then, Cousin John died too. He was hardly ill at all, only a few days.
I thought: