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After
all
it
was
very
natural
that
he
should
like
to
play
about
with
Roger
.
They
belonged
to
the
same
generation
.
It
was
the
first
day
of
his
holiday
,
she
must
let
him
enjoy
himself
;
there
was
a
whole
fortnight
more
.
He
would
soon
get
sick
of
being
all
the
time
with
a
boy
of
seventeen
.
Roger
was
sweet
,
but
he
was
dull
;
she
wasn
’
t
going
to
let
maternal
affection
blind
her
to
that
.
She
must
be
very
careful
not
to
show
that
she
was
in
the
least
put
out
.
From
the
beginning
she
had
made
up
her
mind
that
she
would
never
make
any
claim
on
Tom
;
it
would
be
fatal
if
he
felt
that
he
owed
something
to
her
.
"
Michael
,
why
don
’
t
you
let
that
flat
in
the
mews
to
Tom
?
Now
that
he
’
s
passed
his
exam
and
is
a
chartered
accountant
he
can
’
t
go
on
living
in
a
bed
-
sitting
room
.
"
"
That
’
s
not
a
bad
idea
.
I
’
ll
suggest
it
to
him
.
"
"
It
would
save
an
agent
’
s
fees
.
We
could
help
him
to
furnish
it
.
We
’
ve
got
a
lot
of
stuff
stored
away
.
We
might
just
as
well
let
him
use
it
moulder
away
in
the
attics
.
"
Tom
and
Roger
came
back
to
eat
an
enormous
tea
and
then
played
tennis
till
the
light
failed
.
After
dinner
they
played
dominoes
.
Julia
gave
a
beautiful
performance
of
a
still
young
mother
fondly
watching
her
son
and
his
boy
friend
.
She
went
to
bed
early
.
Presently
they
too
went
upstairs
.
Their
rooms
were
just
over
hers
.
She
heard
Roger
go
into
Tom
’
s
room
.
They
began
talking
,
her
windows
and
theirs
were
open
,
and
she
heard
their
voices
in
animated
conversation
.
She
wondered
with
exasperation
what
they
found
to
say
to
one
another
.
She
had
never
found
either
of
them
very
talkative
.
After
a
while
Michael
’
s
voice
interrupted
them
.
"
Now
then
,
you
kids
,
you
go
to
bed
.
You
can
go
on
talking
tomorrow
.
"
She
heard
them
laugh
.
"
All
right
,
daddy
,
"
cried
Roger
.
"
A
pair
of
damned
chatterboxes
,
that
’
s
what
you
are
.
"
