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Hugh
Whitbread
it
was
,
strolling
past
in
his
white
waistcoat
,
dim
,
fat
,
blind
,
past
everything
he
looked
,
except
self-esteem
and
comfort
.
"
He
's
not
going
to
recognise
US
,
"
said
Sally
,
and
really
she
had
n't
the
courage
--
so
that
was
Hugh
!
the
admirable
Hugh
!
"
And
what
does
he
do
?
"
she
asked
Peter
.
He
blacked
the
King
's
boots
or
counted
bottles
at
Windsor
,
Peter
told
her
.
Peter
kept
his
sharp
tongue
still
!
But
Sally
must
be
frank
,
Peter
said
.
That
kiss
now
,
Hugh
's
.
On
the
lips
,
she
assured
him
,
in
the
smoking-room
one
evening
.
She
went
straight
to
Clarissa
in
a
rage
.
Hugh
did
n't
do
such
things
!
Clarissa
said
,
the
admirable
Hugh
!
Hugh
's
socks
were
without
exception
the
most
beautiful
she
had
ever
seen
--
and
now
his
evening
dress
.
Perfect
!
And
had
he
children
?
"
Everybody
in
the
room
has
six
sons
at
Eton
,
"
Peter
told
her
,
except
himself
.
He
,
thank
God
,
had
none
.
No
sons
,
no
daughters
,
no
wife
.
Well
,
he
did
n't
seem
to
mind
,
said
Sally
.
He
looked
younger
,
she
thought
,
than
any
of
them
.
But
it
had
been
a
silly
thing
to
do
,
in
many
ways
,
Peter
said
,
to
marry
like
that
;
"
a
perfect
goose
she
was
,
"
he
said
,
but
,
he
said
,
"
we
had
a
splendid
time
of
it
,
"
but
how
could
that
be
?
Sally
wondered
;
what
did
he
mean
?
and
how
odd
it
was
to
know
him
and
yet
not
know
a
single
thing
that
had
happened
to
him
.
And
did
he
say
it
out
of
pride
?
Very
likely
,
for
after
all
it
must
be
galling
for
him
(
though
he
was
an
oddity
,
a
sort
of
sprite
,
not
at
all
an
ordinary
man
)
,
it
must
be
lonely
at
his
age
to
have
no
home
,
nowhere
to
go
to
.
But
he
must
stay
with
them
for
weeks
and
weeks
.
Of
course
he
would
;
he
would
love
to
stay
with
them
,
and
that
was
how
it
came
out
.
All
these
years
the
Dalloways
had
never
been
once
.
Time
after
time
they
had
asked
them
.
Clarissa
(
for
it
was
Clarissa
of
course
)
would
not
come
.
For
,
said
Sally
,
Clarissa
was
at
heart
a
snob
--
one
had
to
admit
it
,
a
snob
.
And
it
was
that
that
was
between
them
,
she
was
convinced
.
Clarissa
thought
she
had
married
beneath
her
,
her
husband
being
--
she
was
proud
of
it
--
a
miner
's
son
.
Every
penny
they
had
he
had
earned
.
As
a
little
boy
(
her
voice
trembled
)
he
had
carried
great
sacks
.
(
And
so
she
would
go
on
,
Peter
felt
,
hour
after
hour
;
the
miner
's
son
;
people
thought
she
had
married
beneath
her
;
her
five
sons
;
and
what
was
the
other
thing
--
plants
,
hydrangeas
,
syringas
,
very
,
very
rare
hibiscus
lilies
that
never
grow
north
of
the
Suez
Canal
,
but
she
,
with
one
gardener
in
a
suburb
near
Manchester
,
had
beds
of
them
,
positively
beds
!
Now
all
that
Clarissa
had
escaped
,
unmaternal
as
she
was
.
)
A
snob
was
she
?
Yes
,
in
many
ways
.
Where
was
she
,
all
this
time
?
It
was
getting
late
.
