smoke so much because itâs antiseptic or something. It keeps away germs,â she ended the digression to return to her first theme as if it was obsessional.
âI donât know why, perhaps it does,â Elizabeth said, she found herself already bored. This conversation echoed a thousand others. When she first married Reegan sheâd found the small world absorbing and beautiful: but it was no longer soâher initiation was over, her passion had spent itself, this world on which sheâd used every charm to get accepted in was falling in ashes into her hands. She was shackled, a thieving animal held at last in this one field. Sheâd escaped out of London, sheâd not escape out of this, sheâd have to stand her ground here at last. She could scream, the desperation sheâd experienced on her own coming back on this conversation.
âDo you not feel well, Elizabeth?â the strained intensity of her features was noticed.
âNo,â she could have shouted but she drilled herself. âIâve been feeling tired lately. I donât think itâs much, probably just run down, but Iâm going in to see the doctor tomorrow.â
âItâs always better to be certain, you canât afford to take chances nowadays,â she echoed Casey and asked, âWhich of the doctors are you going to?â
âDr Ryanâjust the police doctor.â
âI always get Dr Malone, though Ned thinks thereâs no one in the world like Dr Ryan.â
âIt wonât matter very much anyhow. Itâll probably be just another iron tonic,â Elizabeth tried to close the conversation.
âIâll say a prayer anyhow!â
âThatâs nice,â she smiled in gratitude.
A wave of feeling, pity or compassion, crossed her for the other woman, but then she was looking upon her as an inferior. And what had she herself to feel superior about, she asked; were not both of them in the same squalid fix? And was somebodyâs unawareness of the horror about them a reason to seethe with pity for them? Were they not far and far better off? Now a hatred was mastering everything and when she was asked, âWere you at first Mass last Sunday?â she knew she couldnât stand much more.
She nodded. She was at first Mass every Sunday, there were meals to get ready when Second was on.
âDid you see the three Murphys at the rails?â she continued. âThey must have got early holidays from the Civil Service. They were all very clever, werenât they! They passed the exams.
âI think Mary has failed. Irene is the prettiest now. She was dressed in all lavender, and it says in Woman that itâs the latest fashion in Paris now.â
Elizabeth hadnât noticed them particularly. She used to love watching the young girls home from the city parade to Communion, especially at Easter, when many came; it used excite her envy and curiosity, so much so that when sheâd come from Mass sheâd always want to talk about them to Reegan; itâd give her back the time when she too was one of them, but heâd never care to listen. Nothing, she knew, can exist in the social days of people without attention, her excitement would be gone before the breakfast was over.
How often was she aware of being present at Mass now! The murmuring of prayers, the rising and standing and kneeling and sitting down, the smells of incense and wet raincoats and candles burning would set a sleepy rhythmgoing through her blood and drift her into the sickly limbo of her own dreams.
âDo you think itâs right that Ireneâs the prettiest now?â Mrs Casey was pressing.
Elizabeth agreed desperately and got up. She put on the kettle, taking automatic part in the conversation as she waited for it to boil. She made tea and put three cups and some bread on the table.
âWe better call up Ned,â she invited.
âSo many will be too much
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