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What
did
the
young
people
think
about
?
Peter
Walsh
asked
himself
.
Those
five
years
--
1918
to
1923
--
had
been
,
he
suspected
,
somehow
very
important
.
People
looked
different
.
Newspapers
seemed
different
.
Now
for
instance
there
was
a
man
writing
quite
openly
in
one
of
the
respectable
weeklies
about
water-closets
.
That
you
could
n't
have
done
ten
years
ago
--
written
quite
openly
about
water-closets
in
a
respectable
weekly
.
And
then
this
taking
out
a
stick
of
rouge
,
or
a
powder-puff
and
making
up
in
public
.
On
board
ship
coming
home
there
were
lots
of
young
men
and
girls
--
Betty
and
Bertie
he
remembered
in
particular
--
carrying
on
quite
openly
;
the
old
mother
sitting
and
watching
them
with
her
knitting
,
cool
as
a
cucumber
.
The
girl
would
stand
still
and
powder
her
nose
in
front
of
every
one
.
And
they
were
n't
engaged
;
just
having
a
good
time
;
no
feelings
hurt
on
either
side
.
As
hard
as
nails
she
was
--
Betty
What
's
hername
--
;
but
a
thorough
good
sort
.
She
would
make
a
very
good
wife
at
thirty
--
she
would
marry
when
it
suited
her
to
marry
;
marry
some
rich
man
and
live
in
a
large
house
near
Manchester
.
Who
was
it
now
who
had
done
that
?
Peter
Walsh
asked
himself
,
turning
into
the
Broad
Walk
--
married
a
rich
man
and
lived
in
a
large
house
near
Manchester
?
Somebody
who
had
written
him
a
long
,
gushing
letter
quite
lately
about
"
blue
hydrangeas
.
"
It
was
seeing
blue
hydrangeas
that
made
her
think
of
him
and
the
old
days
--
Sally
Seton
,
of
course
!
It
was
Sally
Seton
--
the
last
person
in
the
world
one
would
have
expected
to
marry
a
rich
man
and
live
in
a
large
house
near
Manchester
,
the
wild
,
the
daring
,
the
romantic
Sally
!
But
of
all
that
ancient
lot
,
Clarissa
's
friends
--
Whitbreads
,
Kinderleys
,
Cunninghams
,
Kinloch-Jones
's
--
Sally
was
probably
the
best
.
She
tried
to
get
hold
of
things
by
the
right
end
anyhow
.
She
saw
through
Hugh
Whitbread
anyhow
--
the
admirable
Hugh
--
when
Clarissa
and
the
rest
were
at
his
feet
.
"
The
Whitbreads
?
"
he
could
hear
her
saying
.
"
Who
are
the
Whitbreads
?
Coal
merchants
.
Respectable
tradespeople
.
"
Hugh
she
detested
for
some
reason
.
He
thought
of
nothing
but
his
own
appearance
,
she
said
.
He
ought
to
have
been
a
Duke
.
He
would
be
certain
to
marry
one
of
the
Royal
Princesses
.
And
of
course
Hugh
had
the
most
extraordinary
,
the
most
natural
,
the
most
sublime
respect
for
the
British
aristocracy
of
any
human
being
he
had
ever
come
across
.
Even
Clarissa
had
to
own
that
.
Oh
,
but
he
was
such
a
dear
,
so
unselfish
,
gave
up
shooting
to
please
his
old
mother
--
remembered
his
aunts
'
birthdays
,
and
so
on
.
Sally
,
to
do
her
justice
,
saw
through
all
that
.
One
of
the
things
he
remembered
best
was
an
argument
one
Sunday
morning
at
Bourton
about
women
's
rights
(
that
antediluvian
topic
)
,
when
Sally
suddenly
lost
her
temper
,
flared
up
,
and
told
Hugh
that
he
represented
all
that
was
most
detestable
in
British
middle-class
life
.
She
told
him
that
she
considered
him
responsible
for
the
state
of
"
those
poor
girls
in
Piccadilly
"
--
Hugh
,
the
perfect
gentleman
,
poor
Hugh
!
--
never
did
a
man
look
more
horrified
!
She
did
it
on
purpose
she
said
afterwards
(
for
they
used
to
get
together
in
the
vegetable
garden
and
compare
notes
)
.
"
He
's
read
nothing
,
thought
nothing
,
felt
nothing
,
"
he
could
hear
her
saying
in
that
very
emphatic
voice
which
carried
so
much
farther
than
she
knew
.
The
stable
boys
had
more
life
in
them
than
Hugh
,
she
said
.
He
was
a
perfect
specimen
of
the
public
school
type
,
she
said
.
No
country
but
England
could
have
produced
him
.
She
was
really
spiteful
,
for
some
reason
;
had
some
grudge
against
him
.
Something
had
happened
--
he
forgot
what
--
in
the
smoking-room
.
He
had
insulted
her
--
kissed
her
?
Incredible
!
Nobody
believed
a
word
against
Hugh
of
course
.
Who
could
?
Kissing
Sally
in
the
smoking-room
!
If
it
had
been
some
Honourable
Edith
or
Lady
Violet
,
perhaps
;
but
not
that
ragamuffin
Sally
without
a
penny
to
her
name
,
and
a
father
or
a
mother
gambling
at
Monte
Carlo
.
For
of
all
the
people
he
had
ever
met
Hugh
was
the
greatest
snob
--
the
most
obsequious
--
no
,
he
did
n't
cringe
exactly
.
He
was
too
much
of
a
prig
for
that
.
A
first-rate
valet
was
the
obvious
comparison
--
somebody
who
walked
behind
carrying
suit
cases
;
could
be
trusted
to
send
telegrams
--
indispensable
to
hostesses
.
And
he
'd
found
his
job
--
married
his
Honourable
Evelyn
;
got
some
little
post
at
Court
,
looked
after
the
King
's
cellars
,
polished
the
Imperial
shoe-buckles
,
went
about
in
knee-breeches
and
lace
ruffles
.
How
remorseless
life
is
!
A
little
job
at
Court
!
