say. I present you therefore with my obedience to Thomas Hardy, my attempt at naked truth, the thoughts I really thought, the fantasy I really had.
Though itâs not somehow as good as
Ulysses
.
C HAPTER 6
T he next day brought no sign of her. She didnât appear in our class and I didnât see her in prayers. âWhatever happened to that girl?â Penelope Dabbs sniggered. âWas she an illusion?â
âPerhaps,â said Phyllis Thompson with a meaning look. Sheâs full of meaning looks. Though nobody understands the meaning, which is bad luck on her. âSheâs something to do with Marigold.â (Iâm usually Marigold at my own school if Iâm anything unless they have a brother at St. Wilfridâs and know.) âWho is she, Marigold?â
âSheâs the Headmasterâs daughter. I knew her when I was little for a bit.â
âSheâs rather weird,â said Phyllis Thompson.
âSheâs rather much,â said someone else, âshe talks class.â
âClass,â said Penelope. âWhereâs she been all these years?â
âBeing kept out of the way of the likes of us,â said Doris Nattress, âin case she gets talking North.â
âSheâd talk how she wanted, that one,â said Phyllis, âwherever she was. Sheâd do what she wanted.â
For a moment everyone was united with envy.
âMaybe sheâs been in prison somewhere.â
âSheâs not old enough.â
Everyone shrieked. âHer hairâs too long.â
âBut Dartington is a prison, isnât it?â
âNo it isnât. Thatâs Dartmoor. Dartingtonâs a posh school where they do as they like. Theyâre all wicked and then they turn out terribly well in the end.â
âSounds like Enid Blyton.â
They howled and screamed with mirth. I was unamused.
Wednesday came, Thursday. Then Thursday evening I was up with Paula as usual and Paulaâs telephone cleared its throat and she picked it up. âSheâs eating her supper,â she said. Then, âOh, all right then.â She put the phone down and seized my plate and ran with it to the oven. âMessage,â she said, âYouâre to go and take it down there. Go on quick. Theyâre hanging on on your fatherâs phone.â
I went off to the study, waded through everyoneâs outstretched feet, blinked my way through the pipe smoke to the desk where the phone was off the hook waiting for me.
âHullo?â
âMarigold?â
âYes.â
âMy
dear
. Itâs Girlie Gethrun heah. Yes. Girlie, Graceâs mother. Isnât it lovely? Sheâs heah! Coming to your school next week. Such fun! Much beh then bah school. Your fah
so
Sensble. Mech mah sef-raant.â
âWho is it?â asked Uncle HB.
âSome mad woman,â I said.
ââso abah six-thirty then?â
âWhat? Sorry?â (Puffy and Old Price had got started on zeppelins close to my right ear.)
âWill six-thirty be all right?â
âAllâ? Oh, yes,â I said, âlovely.â
The line clicked off. âOh heavens,â I said, âIâm in a mess now.â
âNonsense, nonsense,â said father gently dusting a wine glass with an antimacassar.
âBut I am,â I said, âIâve been asked to something at six-thirty but I donât know what or which day or where.â
âAh,â said father. He paused near the chess set and put down the wine glass. I drifted up. Time passed. Father moved a rook and looked at us all with a face of beatific joy.
âAha, aha,â said fatherâand I do not wonder, for he had set down the rook. It was the most brilliant move. It was one of the cleverest things he had ever done. It was a game that had been concerning both of us for several weeks and a sticky game up to now. With sheer admiration I sank down and
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