as bad. For Gerda it was two days of sheer martyrdom--to be endured for John'ssake. For John, that morning, as he stretched himself, had remarked in tones ofunmitigated pleasure: "Splendid to think we'll be getting into the country thisweek-end. It will do you good, Gerda; just what you need." She had smiledmechanically and had said with unselfish fortitude, "It will be delightful."Her unhappy eyes had wandered round the bedroom. <strong>The</strong> wallpaper, cream stripedwith a black mark just by the wardrobe, the mahogany dressing table with the glassthat swung too far forward, the cheerful, bright blue carpet, the water colours ofthe Lake district. All dear familiar things and she would not see them again untilMonday. Instead, tomorrow a housemaid who rustled would come into the strangebedroom and put down a little dainty tray of early tea by the bed and pull up theblinds and would then rearrange and fold Gerda's clothes--a thing which madeGerda feel hot and uncomfortable all over. She would lie miserably, enduring thesethings, trying to comfort herself by thinking. Only one morning more . . . Likebeing at school and counting the days. Gerda had not been happy at school. <strong>At</strong>school there had been even less reassurance than elsewhere. Home had been better.But even home had not been very good. For they had all, of course, been quickerand more clever than she was. <strong>The</strong>ir comments, quick, impatient, not quite unkind,had whistled about her ears like a hailstorm: "Oh, do be quick, Gerda.""Butterfingers, give it to me!" "Oh, don't let Gerda do it, she'll be ages." "Gerda nevertakes in anything. . . ." Hadn't they seen, all of them, that that was the way tomake her slower and more stupid still? She'd got worse and worse, more clumsywith her fingers, more slowwitted, 1 more inclined to stare vacantly when somethingwas said to her. 1 Until, suddenly, she had reached the point where she had founda way out . . . Almost ^ iaccidentally, really, she found her weapon of defence. She had grown slowerstill, her puzzled stare had become even more blank. But now, when they saidimpatiently, "Oh, Gerda, how stupid you are, don't you understand that?" she had beenable, behind her blank expression, to hug herself a little in her secret knowledge . .. For she wasn't quite as stupid as they thought . . . Often, when she pretended notto understand, she did understand. And often, deliberately, she slowed down in hertask of whatever it was, smiling to herself when someone's impatient fingers snatchedit away from her. For, warm and delightful, was a secret knowledge of superiority.She began to be, quite often, a little amused. . . . Yes, it was amusing to know morethan they thought you knew. To be able to do a thing, but not let anybody knowthat you could do it.And it had the advantage, suddenly discovered, that people often did things for you.That, of course, saved you a lot of trouble. And, in the end, if people got into the habitof doing things for you, you didn't have to do them at all, and then people didn't knowthat you did them badly. And so, slowly, you came round again almost to where you ^r started. To feeling that you could hold your own on equal terms with the worldat large. (But that wouldn't, Gerda feared, hold good with the Angkatells; the
Angkatells were always so far ahead that you didn't feel even in the same streetwith them. How she hated the Angkatells! It was good for John --John liked itthere. He came home less tired--and sometimes less irritable.)Dear John! she thought. John was wonderful. Everyone thought so! Such a cleverdoctor, so terribly kind to his patients. Wearing himself out--and the interest hetook in his hospital patients--all that side of his work that didn't pay at all. John was sodisinterested--so truly noble. She had always known, from the very first, thatJohn was brilliant and was going to get to the top of the tree. And he had chosenher, when he might have married somebody far more brilliant. He had not mindedher being slow and rather stupid and not very pretty. "I'll look after you," he hadsaid. Nicely, rather masterfully. "Don't worry about things, Gerda, I'll take care ofyou . . ." Just what a man ought to be. Wonderful ^ think John shouldhave chosen her. He had said, with that sudden, very at tractive, half pleading smile ofhis, "I like my own way, you know, Gerda." Well, that was all right. She had alwaystried to give in to him in everything. Even lately when he had been so difficult andnervy—when nothing seemed to please him. When, somehow, nothing she did was right.One couldn't blame him. He was so busy, so unselfish— Oh, dear, that mutton! Sheought to have sent it back! Still no sign of John . . . Why couldn't she, sometimes,decide right. Again those dark waves of misery swept over her. <strong>The</strong> mutton! Thisawful week-end with the Angkatells! She felt a sharp pain through both temples.Oh, dear, now she was goingto have one of her headaches. And it did so annoy John when she had headaches. Henever would give her anything for them, when surely it would be so easy, being adoctor. Instead, he always said, "Don't think about it. No use poisoning yourselfwith drugs. Take a brisk walk." <strong>The</strong> mutton! Staring at it, Gerda felt the wordsrepeating themselves in her aching head, "<strong>The</strong> mutton, the MUTTON, THEMUTTON. ..." Tears of self-pity sprang to her eyes. Why, she thought, does nothingever go right for me? Terence looked across the table at his mother and thenat the joint. He thought, Why can't we have our dinner? How stupid grown up peopleare. <strong>The</strong>y haven't anysense! Aloud he said in a careful voice: "Nicholson Minor and I are going tomake nitro-glycerine in his father's shrubbery. <strong>The</strong>y live in Streatham.""Are you, dear? That will be very nice," said Gerda. <strong>The</strong>re was still time. If sherang the bell and told Lewis to take the joint down now-- Terence looked ather with faint curiosity. He had felt instinctively that the manufacture ofnitro-glycerine was not the kind of occupation that would be encouraged by parents.With base opportunism he had selected a moment when he felt tolerably certain thathe had a good chance of getting away with his statement. And his judgment had beenJustified. If, by any chance, there should be a fuss--if, that is, the properties ofnitroglycerine should manifest themselves too evidently, he would be able to say in aninjured voice, "I told Mother ..." All the same, he felt vaguely disappointed.
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