ABSTRACT
“But Crispin,” she said, walking beside him on the first Sunday of term, “why do you think he let her come back, and tyrannize? We were all so calm without her. And now she’s sent Rosalind away, and hovers round him all the time, reminding him of his helplessness and telling us to be more considerate when we try and take everything as a matter of course, and let him forget. She rubs in that he’s a burden to her, and that he’s sacrificing herself to him. And she keeps on hinting that she’d never have gone off with Harry if he hadn’t been unkind to her, and saying how noble she is to come back and devote herself to him. Oh my God!”
