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The
case
was
different
,
however
,
when
the
press
-
gang
was
abroad
,
when
prayers
and
excuses
were
alike
disregarded
,
and
we
were
forced
into
the
service
,
like
native
levies
impelled
toward
the
foe
less
by
the
inherent
righteousness
of
the
cause
than
by
the
indisputable
rifles
of
their
white
allies
.
This
was
unpardonable
and
altogether
detestable
.
Still
,
the
thing
happened
,
now
and
again
;
and
when
it
did
,
there
was
no
arguing
about
it
.
The
order
was
for
the
front
,
and
we
just
had
to
shut
up
and
march
.
Selina
,
to
be
sure
,
had
a
sneaking
fondness
for
dressing
up
and
paying
calls
,
though
she
pretended
to
dislike
it
,
just
to
keep
on
the
soft
side
of
public
opinion
.
So
I
thought
it
extremely
mean
in
her
to
have
the
earache
on
that
particular
afternoon
when
Aunt
Eliza
ordered
the
pony
-
carriage
and
went
on
the
war
-
path
.
I
was
ordered
also
,
in
the
same
breath
as
the
pony
-
carriage
;
and
,
as
we
eventually
trundled
off
,
it
seemed
to
me
that
the
utter
waste
of
that
afternoon
,
for
which
I
had
planned
so
much
,
could
never
be
made
up
nor
atoned
for
in
all
the
tremendous
stretch
of
years
that
still
lay
before
me
.
The
house
that
we
were
bound
for
on
this
occasion
was
a
“
big
house
;
”
a
generic
title
applied
by
us
to
the
class
of
residence
that
had
a
long
carriage
-
drive
through
rhododendrons
;
and
a
portico
propped
by
fluted
pillars
;
and
a
grave
butler
who
bolted
back
swing
-
doors
,
and
came
down
steps
,
and
pretended
to
have
entirely
forgotten
his
familiar
intercourse
with
you
at
less
serious
moments
;
and
a
big
hall
,
where
no
boots
or
shoes
or
upper
garments
were
allowed
to
lie
about
frankly
and
easily
,
as
with
us
;
and
where
,
finally
,
people
were
apt
to
sit
about
dressed
up
as
if
they
were
going
on
to
a
party
.
The
lady
who
received
us
was
effusive
to
Aunt
Eliza
and
hollowly
gracious
to
me
.
In
ten
seconds
they
had
their
heads
together
and
were
hard
at
it
talking
CLOTHES
.
I
was
left
high
and
dry
on
a
straight
-
backed
chair
,
longing
to
kick
the
legs
of
it
,
yet
not
daring
.
For
a
time
I
was
content
to
stare
;
there
was
lots
to
stare
at
,
high
and
low
and
around
.
Then
the
inevitable
fidgets
came
on
,
and
scratching
one
’
s
legs
mitigated
slightly
,
but
did
not
entirely
disperse
them
.
My
two
warders
were
still
deep
in
clothes
;
I
slipped
off
my
chair
and
edged
cautiously
around
the
room
,
exploring
,
examining
,
recording
.
Many
strange
,
fine
things
lay
along
my
route
—
pictures
and
gimcracks
on
the
walls
,
trinkets
and
globular
old
watches
and
snuff
-
boxes
on
the
tables
;
and
I
took
good
care
to
finger
everything
within
reach
thoroughly
and
conscientiously
.
Some
articles
,
in
addition
,
I
smelt
.
At
last
in
my
orbit
I
happened
on
an
open
door
,
half
concealed
by
the
folds
of
a
curtain
.
I
glanced
carefully
around
.
They
were
still
deep
in
clothes
,
both
talking
together
,
and
I
slipped
through
.
This
was
altogether
a
more
sensible
sort
of
room
that
I
had
got
into
;
for
the
walls
were
honestly
upholstered
with
books
,
though
these
for
the
most
part
glimmered
provokingly
through
the
glass
doors
of
their
tall
cases
.
I
read
their
titles
longingly
,
breathing
on
every
accessible
pane
of
glass
,
for
I
dared
not
attempt
to
open
the
doors
,
with
the
enemy
encamped
so
near
.
In
the
window
,
though
,
on
a
high
sort
of
desk
,
there
lay
,
all
by
itself
,
a
most
promising
-
looking
book
,
gorgeously
bound
.
I
raised
the
leaves
by
one
corner
,
and
like
scent
from
a
pot
-
pourri
jar
there
floated
out
a
brief
vision
of
blues
and
reds
,
telling
of
pictures
,
and
pictures
all
highly
coloured
!
Here
was
the
right
sort
of
thing
at
last
,
and
my
afternoon
would
not
be
entirely
wasted
.
I
inclined
an
ear
to
the
door
by
which
I
had
entered
.
Like
the
brimming
tide
of
a
full
-
fed
river
the
grand
,
eternal
,
inexhaustible
clothes
-
problem
bubbled
and
eddied
and
surged
along
.
It
seemed
safe
enough
.
I
slid
the
book
off
its
desk
with
some
difficulty
,
for
it
was
very
fine
and
large
,
and
staggered
with
it
to
the
hearthrug
—
the
only
fit
and
proper
place
for
books
of
quality
,
such
as
this
.
They
were
excellent
hearthrugs
in
that
house
;
soft
and
wide
,
with
the
thickest
of
pile
,
and
one
’
s
knees
sank
into
them
most
comfortably
.
When
I
got
the
book
open
there
was
a
difficulty
at
first
in
making
the
great
stiff
pages
lie
down
.
Most
fortunately
the
coal
-
scuttle
was
actually
at
my
elbow
,
and
it
was
easy
to
find
a
flat
bit
of
coal
to
lay
on
the
refractory
page
.
Really
,
it
was
just
as
if
everything
had
been
arranged
for
me
.
This
was
not
such
a
bad
sort
of
house
after
all
.
The
beginnings
of
the
thing
were
gay
borders
—
scrolls
and
strap
-
work
and
diapered
backgrounds
,
a
maze
of
colour
,
with
small
misshapen
figures
clambering
cheerily
up
and
down
everywhere
.
But
first
I
eagerly
scanned
what
text
there
was
in
the
middle
,
in
order
to
get
a
hint
of
what
it
was
all
about
.
Of
course
I
was
not
going
to
waste
any
time
in
reading
.
A
clue
,
a
sign
-
board
,
a
finger
-
post
was
all
I
required
.
To
my
dismay
and
disgust
it
was
all
in
a
stupid
foreign
language
!
Really
,
the
perversity
of
some
people
made
one
at
times
almost
despair
of
the
whole
race
.
However
,
the
pictures
remained
;
pictures
never
lied
,
never
shuffled
nor
evaded
;
and
as
for
the
story
,
I
could
invent
it
myself
.
