Fleurhavingdeclaredthatitwas\"simplytoowonderfultostayindoors，\"theyallwentout。Moonlightwasfrostingthedew，andanoldsundialthrewalongshadow。Twoboxhedgesatrightangles，darkandsquare，barredofftheorchard。Fleurturnedthroughthatangledopening。
\"Comeon！\"shecalled。Jonglancedattheothers，andfollowed。Shewasrunningamongthetreeslikeaghost。Allwaslovelyandfoamlikeaboveher，andtherewasascentofoldtrunks，andofnettles。Shevanished。Hethoughthehadlosther，thenalmostranintoherstandingquitestill。
\"Isn’titjolly？\"shecried，andJonanswered:
\"Rather！\"
Shereachedup，twistedoffablossomand，twirlingitinherfingers，said:
\"IsupposeIcancallyouJon？\"
\"Ishouldthinksojust。\"
\"Allright！Butyouknowthere’safeudbetweenourfamilies？\"
Jonstammered:\"Feud？Why？\"
\"It’seversoromanticandsilly。That’swhyIpretendedwehadn’tmet。Shallwegetupearlyto—morrowmorningandgoforawalkbeforebreakfastandhaveitout？Ihatebeingslowaboutthings，don’tyou？\"
Jonmurmuredarapturousassent。
\"Sixo’clock，then。Ithinkyourmother’sbeautiful\"
Jonsaidfervently:\"Yes，sheis。\"
\"Iloveallkindsofbeauty，\"wentonFleur，\"whenit’sexciting。I
don’tlikeGreekthingsabit。\"
\"What！NotEuripides？\"
\"Euripides？Oh！no，Ican’tbearGreekplays;they’resolong。I
thinkbeauty’salwaysswift。Iliketolookatonepicture，forinstance，andthenrunoff。Ican’tbearalotofthingstogether。
Look！\"Sheheldupherblossominthemoonlight。\"That’sbetterthanalltheorchard，Ithink。\"
And，suddenly，withherotherhandshecaughtJon’s。
\"Ofallthingsintheworld，don’tyouthinkcaution’sthemostawful？Smellthemoonlight！\"
Shethrusttheblossomagainsthisface;Jonagreedgiddilythatofallthingsintheworldcautionwastheworst，andbendingover，kissedthehandwhichheldhis。
\"That’sniceandold—fashioned，\"saidFleurcalmly。\"You’refrightfullysilent，Jon。StillIlikesilencewhenit’sswift。\"Sheletgohishand。\"DidyouthinkIdroppedmyhandkerchiefonpurpose？\"
\"No！\"criedJon，intenselyshocked。
\"Well，Idid，ofcourse。Let’sgetback，orthey’llthinkwe’redoingthisonpurposetoo。\"Andagainsheranlikeaghostamongthetrees。Jonfollowed，withloveinhisheart，Springinhisheart，andoverallthemoonlitwhiteunearthlyblossom。Theycameoutwheretheyhadgonein，Fleurwalkingdemurely。
\"It’squitewonderfulinthere，\"shesaiddreamilytoHolly。
Jonpreservedsilence，hopingagainsthopethatshemightbethinkingitswift。
Shebadehimacasualanddemuregood—night，whichmadehimthinkhehadbeendreaming……
InherbedroomFleurhadflungoffhergown，and，wrappedinashapelessgarment，withthewhiteflowerstillinherhair，shelookedlikeamousme，sittingcross—leggedonherbed，writingbycandlelight。
\"DEARESTCHERRY，\"IbelieveI’minlove。I’vegotitintheneck，onlythefeelingisreallylowerdown。He’sasecondcousin—suchachild，aboutsixmonthsolderandtenyearsyoungerthanIam。Boysalwaysfallinlovewiththeirseniors，andgirlswiththeirjuniorsorwitholdmenofforty。Don’tlaugh，buthiseyesarethetruestthingsIeversaw;andhe’squitedivinelysilent！WehadamostromanticfirstmeetinginLondonundertheVospovitchJuno。Andnowhe’ssleepinginthenextroomandthemoonlight’sontheblossom;andto—morrowmorning，beforeanybody’sawake，we’regoingtowalkoffintoDownfairyland。There’safeudbetweenourfamilies，whichmakesitreallyexciting。Yes！andImayhavetousesubterfugeandcomeonyouforinvitations——ifso，you’llknowwhy！Myfatherdoesn’twantustoknoweachother，butIcan’thelpthat。Life’stooshort。
He’sgotthemostbeautifulmother，withlovelysilveryhairandayoungfacewithdarkeyes。I’mstayingwithhissister——whomarriedmycousin;it’sallmixedup，butImeantopumpherto—morrow。
We’veoftentalkedaboutlovebeingaspoil—sport;well，that’salltosh，it’sthebeginningofsport，andthesooneryoufeelit，mydear，thebetterforyou。
\"Jon（notsimplifiedspelling，butshortforJolyon，whichisanameinmyfamily，theysay）isthesortthatlightsupandgoesout;
aboutfivefeetten，stillgrowing，andIbelievehe’sgoingtobeapoet。IfyoulaughatmeI’vedonewithyouforever。Iperceiveallsortsofdifficulties，butyouknowwhenIreallywantathingIgetit。Oneofthechiefeffectsofloveisthatyouseetheairsortofinhabited，likeseeingafaceinthemoon;andyoufeel——youfeeldanceyandsoftatthesametime，withafunnysensation——likeacontinualfirstsniffoforange——blossom——Justaboveyourstays。
Thisismyfirst，andIfeelasifitweregoingtobemylast，whichisabsurd，ofcourse，byallthelawsofNatureandmorality。IfyoumockmeIwillsmiteyou，andifyoutellanybodyIwillneverforgiveyou。Somuchso，thatIalmostdon’tthinkI’llsendthisletter。Anyway，I’llsleepoverit。Sogood—night，myCherry——oh！
\"Your，\"FLEUR。\"
VIII
IDYLLONGRASS
WhenthosetwoyoungForsytesemergedfromthechinelane，andsettheirfaceseasttowardthesun，therewasnotacloudinheaven，andtheDownsweredewy。Theyhadcomeatagoodbatuptheslopeandwerealittleoutofbreath;iftheyhadanythingtosaytheydidnotsayit，butmarchedintheearlyawkwardnessofunbreakfastedmorningunderthesongsofthelarks。Thestealingouthadbeenfun，butwiththefreedomofthetopsthesenseofconspiracyceased，andgaveplacetodumbness。
\"We’vemadeonebloomingerror，\"saidFleur，whentheyhadgonehalfamile。\"I’mhungry。\"
Jonproducedastickofchocolate。Theyshareditandtheirtongueswereloosened。Theydiscussedthenatureoftheirhomesandpreviousexistences，whichhadakindoffascinatingunrealityuponthatlonelyheight。ThereremainedbutonethingsolidinJon’spast——hismother;butonethingsolidinFleur’s——herfather;andofthesefigures，asthoughseeninthedistancewithdisapprovingfaces，theyspokelittle。
TheDowndippedandroseagaintowardChanctonburyRing;asparkleoffarseacameintoview，asparrow—hawkhoveredinthesun’seyesothattheblood—nourishedbrownofhiswingsgleamednearlyred。Jonhadapassionforbirds，andanaptitudeforsittingverystilltowatchthem;keen—sighted，andwithamemoryforwhatinterestedhim，onbirdshewasalmostworthlisteningto。ButinChanctonburyRingtherewerenone——itsgreatbeechtemplewasemptyoflife，andalmostchillyatthisearlyhour;theycameoutwillinglyagainintothesunonthefarside。ItwasFleur’sturnnow。Shespokeofdogs，andthewaypeopletreatedthem。Itwaswickedtokeepthemonchains！
Shewouldliketoflogpeoplewhodidthat。Jonwasastonishedtofindhersohumanitarian。Sheknewadog，itseemed，whichsomefarmernearherhomekeptchainedupattheendofhischickenrun，inallweathers，tillithadalmostlostitsvoicefrombarking！
\"Andthemiseryis，\"shesaidvehemently，\"thatifthepoorthingdidn’tbarkateveryonewhopassesitwouldn’tbekeptthere。Idothinkmenarecunningbrutes。I’veletitgotwice，onthesly;it’snearlybittenmebothtimes，andthenitgoessimplymadwithjoy;
butitalwaysrunsbackhomeatlast，andtheychainitupagain。IfIhadmyway，I’dchainthatmanup。\"Jonsawherteethandhereyesgleam。\"I’dbrandhimonhisforeheadwiththeword’Brute’;thatwouldteachhim！\"
Jonagreedthatitwouldbeagoodremedy。
\"It’stheirsenseofproperty，\"hesaid，\"whichmakespeoplechainthings。Thelastgenerationthoughtofnothingbutproperty;andthat’swhytherewastheWar。\"
\"Oh！\"saidFleur，\"Ineverthoughtofthat。Yourpeopleandminequarrelledaboutproperty。Andanywaywe’veallgotit——atleast，I
supposeyourpeoplehave。\"
\"Oh！yes，luckily;Idon’tsupposeIshallbeanygoodatmakingmoney。\"
\"Ifyouwere，Idon’tbelieveIshouldlikeyou。
Jonslippedhishandtremulouslyunderherarm。Fleurlookedstraightbeforeherandchanted:
\"Jon，Jon，thefarmer’sson，Stoleapig，andawayherun！\"
Jon’sarmcreptroundherwaist。
\"Thisisrathersudden，\"saidFleurcalmly;\"doyouoftendoit？\"
Jondroppedhisarm。Butwhenshelaughedhisarmstolebackagain;
andFleurbegantosing:
\"Owhowilloerthedownssofree，Owhowillwithmeride？
Owhowillupandfollowme———\"
Sing，Jon！\"
Jonsang。Thelarksjoinedin，sheep—bells，andanearlymorningchurchfarawayoverinSteyning。Theywentonfromtunetotune，tillFleursaid:
\"MyGod！Iamhungrynow！\"
\"Oh！Iamsorry！\"
Shelookedroundintohisface。
\"Jon，you’reratheradarling。\"
Andshepressedhishandagainstherwaist。Jonalmostreeledfromhappiness。Ayellow—and—whitedogcoursingaharestartledthemapart。Theywatchedthetwovanishdowntheslope，tillFleursaidwithasigh:\"He’llnevercatchit，thankgoodness！What’sthetime？
Mine’sstopped。Ineverwoundit。\"
Jonlookedathiswatch。\"ByJove！\"hesaid，\"mine’sstopped;too。\"
Theywalkedonagain，butonlyhandinhand。
\"Ifthegrassisdry，\"saidFleur，\"let’ssitdownforhalfaminute。\"
Jontookoffhiscoat，andtheysharedit。
\"Smell！Actuallywildthyme！\"
Withhisarmroundherwaistagain，theysatsomeminutesinsilence。
\"Wearegoats！\"criedFleur，jumpingup;\"weshallbemostfearfullylate，andlooksosilly，andputthemontheirguard。Lookhere，JonWeonlycameouttogetanappetiteforbreakfast，andlostourway。
See？\"
\"Yes，\"saidJon。
\"It’sserious;there’llbeastopperputonus。Areyouagoodliar？\"
\"Ibelievenotvery;butIcantry。\"
Fleurfrowned。
\"Youknow，\"shesaid，\"Irealizethattheydon’tmeanustobefriends。\"
\"Whynot？\"
\"Itoldyouwhy。\"
\"Butthat’ssilly。\"
\"Yes;butyoudon’tknowmyfather！\"
\"Isupposehe’sfearfullyfondofyou。\"
\"Yousee，I’manonlychild。Andsoareyou——ofyourmother。Isn’titabore？There’ssomuchexpectedofone。Bythetimethey’vedoneexpecting，one’sasgoodasdead。\"
\"Yes，\"mutteredJon，\"life’sbeastlyshort。Onewantstoliveforever，andknoweverything。\"
\"Andloveeverybody？\"
\"No，\"criedJon;\"Ionlywanttoloveonce——you。\"
\"Indeed！You’recomingon！Oh！Look！There’sthechalk—pit;wecan’tbeveryfarnow。Let’srun。\"
Jonfollowed，wonderingfearfullyifhehadoffendedher。
Thechalk—pitwasfullofsunshineandthemurmurationofbees。
Fleurflungbackherhair。
\"Well，\"shesaid，\"incaseofaccidents，youmaygivemeonekiss，Jon，\"andshepushedhercheekforward。Withecstasyhekissedthathotsoftcheek。
\"Now，remember！Welostourway;andleaveittomeasmuchasyoucan。I’mgoingtoberatherbeastlytoyou;it’ssafer;tryandbebeastlytome！\"
Jonshookhishead。\"That’simpossible。\"
\"Justtopleaseme;tillfiveo’clock，atallevents。\"
\"Anybodywillbeabletoseethroughit，\"saidJongloomily。
\"Well，doyourbest。Look！Theretheyare！Waveyourhat！Oh！youhaven’tgotone。Well，I’llcooee！Getalittleawayfromme，andlooksulky。\"
Fiveminuteslater，enteringthehouseanddoinghisutmosttolooksulky，Jonheardherclearvoiceinthedining—room:
\"Oh！I’msimplyravenous！He’sgoingtobeafarmer——andheloseshisway！Theboy’sanidiot！\"
IX
GOYA
LunchwasoverandSoamesmountedtothepicture—galleryinhishousenearMapleduram。HehadwhatAnnettecalled\"agrief。\"Fleurwasnotyethome。ShehadbeenexpectedonWednesday;hadwiredthatitwouldbeFriday;andagainonFridaythatitwouldbeSundayafternoon;andherewereheraunt，andhercousinstheCardigans，andthisfellowProfond，andeverythingflatasapancakeforthewantofher。HestoodbeforehisGauguin——sorestpointofhiscollection。
HehadboughttheuglygreatthingwithtwoearlyMatissesbeforetheWar，becausetherewassuchafussaboutthosePost—Impressionistchaps。HewaswonderingwhetherProfondwouldtakethemoffhishands——thefellowseemednottoknowwhattodowithhismoney——whenheheardhissister’svoicesay:\"Ithinkthat’sahorridthing，Soames，\"andsawthatWinifredhadfollowedhimup。
\"Oh！youdo？\"hesaiddryly;\"Igavefivehundredforit。\"
\"Fancy！Womenaren’tmadelikethateveniftheyareblack。\"
Soamesutteredaglumlaugh。\"Youdidn’tcomeuptotellmethat。\"
\"No。DoyouknowthatJolyon’sboyisstayingwithValandhiswife？\"
Soamesspunround。
\"What？\"
\"Yes，\"drawledWinifred;\"he’sgonetolivewiththemtherewhilehelearnsfarming。\"
Soameshadturnedaway，buthervoicepursuedhimashewalkedupanddown。\"IwarnedValthatneitherofthemwastobespokentoaboutoldmatters。\"
\"Whydidn’tyoutellmebefore？\"
Winifredshruggedhersubstantialshoulders。
\"Fleurdoeswhatshelikes。You’vealwaysspoiledher。Besides，mydearboy，what’stheharm？\"
\"Theharm！\"mutteredSoames。\"Why，she——\"hecheckedhimself。TheJuno，thehandkerchief，Fleur’seyes，herquestions，andnowthisdelayinherreturn——thesymptomsseemedtohimsosinisterthat，faithfultohisnature，hecouldnotpartwiththem。
\"Ithinkyoutaketoomuchcare，\"saidWinifred。\"IfIwereyou，I
shouldtellherofthatoldmatter。It’snogoodthinkingthatgirlsinthesedaysareastheyusedtobe。WheretheypickuptheirknowledgeIcan’ttell，buttheyseemtoknoweverything。\"
OverSoames’face，closelycomposed，passedasortofspasm，andWinifredaddedhastily:
\"Ifyoudon’tliketospeakofit，Icouldforyou。\"
Soamesshookhishead。Unlesstherewasabsolutenecessitythethoughtthathisadoreddaughtershouldlearnofthatoldscandalhurthispridetoomuch。
\"No，\"hesaid，\"notyet。NeverifIcanhelpit。
\"Nonsense，mydear。Thinkwhatpeopleare！\"
\"Twentyyearsisalongtime，\"mutteredSoames。\"Outsideourfamily，who’slikelytoremember？\"
Winifredwassilenced。SheinclinedmoreandmoretothatpeaceandquietnessofwhichMontagueDartiehaddeprivedherinheryouth。
And，sincepicturesalwaysdepressedher，shesoonwentdownagain。
Soamespassedintothecornerwhere，sidebyside，hunghisrealGoyaandthecopyofthefresco\"LaVendimia。\"HisacquisitionoftherealGoyaratherbeautifullyillustratedthecobwebofvestedinterestsandpassionswhichmeshthebright—wingedflyofhumanlife。TherealGoya’snobleowner’sancestorhadcomeintopossessionofitduringsomeSpanishwar——itwasinawordloot。ThenobleownerhadremainedinignoranceofitsvalueuntilintheninetiesanenterprisingcriticdiscoveredthataSpanishpainternamedGoyawasagenius。ItwasonlyafairGoya，butalmostuniqueinEngland，andthenobleownerbecameamarkedman。Havingmanypossessionsandthataristocraticculturewhich，independentofmeresensuousenjoyment，isfoundedonthesounderprinciplethatonemustknoweverythingandbefearfullyinterestedinlife，hehadfullyintendedtokeepanarticlewhichcontributedtohisreputationwhilehewasalive，andtoleaveittothenationafterhewasdead。
FortunatelyforSoames，theHouseofLordswasviolentlyattackedin1909，andthenobleownerbecamealarmedandangry。’If，’hesaidtohimself，’theythinktheycanhaveitbothwaystheyareverymuchmistaken。Solongastheyleavemeinquietenjoymentthenationcanhavesomeofmypicturesatmydeath。Butifthenationisgoingtobaitme，androbmelikethis，I’mdamnedifIwon’tsellthelot。
Theycan’thavemyprivatepropertyandmypublicspirit—both。’Hebroodedinthisfashionforseveralmonthstillonemorning，afterreadingthespeechofacertainstatesman，hetelegraphedtohisagenttocomedownandbringBodkin。OngoingoverthecollectionBodkin，thanwhoseopiniononmarketvaluesnonewasmoresought，pronouncedthatwithafreehandtoselltoAmerica，Germany，andotherplaceswheretherewasaninterestinart，alotmoremoneycouldbemadethanbysellinginEngland。Thenobleowner’spublicspirit——hesaid——waswellknownbutthepictureswereunique。Thenobleownerputthisopinioninhispipeandsmokeditforayear。
Attheendofthattimehereadanotherspeechbythesamestatesman，andtelegraphedtohisagents:\"GiveBodkinafreehand。\"ItwasatthisjuncturethatBodkinconceivedtheideawhichsalvedtheGoyaandtwootheruniquepicturesforthenativecountryofthenobleowner。WithonehandBodkinprofferedthepicturestotheforeignmarket，withtheotherheformedalistofprivateBritishcollectors。Havingobtainedwhatheconsideredthehighestpossiblebidsfromacrosstheseas，hesubmittedpicturesandbidstotheprivateBritishcollectors，andinvitedthem，oftheirpublicspirit，tooutbid。Inthreeinstances（includingtheGoya）outoftwenty—onehewassuccessful。Andwhy？Oneoftheprivatecollectorsmadebuttons——hehadmadesomanythathedesiredthathiswifeshouldbecalledLady\"Buttons。\"Hethereforeboughtauniquepictureatgreatcost，andgaveittothenation。Itwas\"part，\"hisfriendssaid，\"ofhisgeneralgame。\"ThesecondoftheprivatecollectorswasanAmericophobe，andboughtanuniquepictureto\"spitethedamnedYanks。\"ThethirdoftheprivatecollectorswasSoames，who——moresoberthaneitherofthe，others——boughtafteravisittoMadrid，becausehewascertainthatGoyawasstillontheupgrade。Goyawasnotboomingatthemoment，buthewouldcomeagain;and，lookingatthatportrait，Hogarthian，Manetesqueinitsdirectness，butwithitsownqueersharpbeautyofpaint，hewasperfectlysatisfiedstillthathehadmadenoerror，heavythoughthepricehadbeen——heaviesthehadeverpaid。Andnexttoitwashangingthecopyof\"LaVendimia。\"Thereshewas——thelittlewretch—lookingbackathiminherdreamymood，themoodhelovedbestbecausehefeltsomuchsaferwhenshelookedlikethat。
Hewasstillgazingwhenthescentofacigarimpingedonhisnostrils，andavoicesaid:
\"Well，Mr。Forsyde，whatyougoin’todowiththissmalllot？\"
ThatBelgianchap，whosemother—asifFlemishbloodwerenotenough——
hadbeenArmenian！Subduinganaturalirritation，hesaid:
\"Areyouajudgeofpictures？\"
\"Well，I’vegotafewmyself。\"
\"AnyPost—Impressionists？\"
\"Ye—es，Iratherlikethem。\"
\"Whatdoyouthinkofthis？\"saidSoames，pointingtotheGauguin。
MonsieurProfondprotrudedhislowerlipandshortpointedbeard。
\"Ratherfine，Ithink，\"hesaid;\"doyouwanttosellit？\"
Soamescheckedhisinstinctive\"Notparticularly\"——hewouldnotchafferwiththisalien。
\"Yes，\"hesaid。
\"Whatdoyouwantforit？\"
\"WhatIgave。\"
\"Allright，\"saidMonsieurProfond。\"I’llbegladtotakethatsmallpicture。Post—Impressionists——they’reawfuldead，butthey’reamusin’。Idon’careforpicturesmuch，butI’vegotsome，justasmalllot。\"
\"Whatdoyoucarefor？\"
MonsieurProfondshruggedhisshoulders。
\"Life’sawfullikealotofmonkeysscramblin’foremptynuts。\"
\"You’reyoung，\"saidSoames。Ifthefellowmustmakeageneralization，heneedn’tsuggestthattheformsofpropertylackedsolidity！
\"Idon’worry，\"repliedMonsieurProfondsmiling;\"we’reborn，andwedie。Halftheworld’sstarvin’。Ifeedasmalllotofbabiesoutinmymother’scountry;butwhat’stheuse？Mightaswellthrowmymoneyintheriver。\"
Soameslookedathim，andturnedbacktowardhisGoya。Hedidn’tknowwhatthefellowwanted。
\"WhatshallImakemychequefor？\"pursuedMonsieurProfond。
\"Fivehundred，\"saidSoamesshortly;\"butIdon’twantyoutotakeitifyoudon’tcareforitmorethanthat。\"
\"That’sallright，\"saidMonsieurProfond;\"I’llbe’appyto’avethatpicture。\"
Hewroteachequewithafountain—penheavilychasedwithgold。
Soameswatchedtheprocessuneasily。Howonearthhadthefellowknownthathewantedtosellthatpicture？MonsieurProfondheldoutthecheque。
\"TheEnglishareawfulfunnyaboutpictures，\"hesaid。\"SoaretheFrench，soaremypeople。They’reallawfulfunny。\"
\"Idon’tunderstandyou，\"saidSoamesstiffly。
\"It’slikehats，\"saidMonsieurProfondenigmatically，\"smallorlarge，turnin’upordown—justthefashion。Awfulfunny。\"And，smiling，hedriftedoutofthegalleryagain，blueandsolidlikethesmokeofhisexcellentcigar。
Soameshadtakenthecheque，feelingasiftheintrinsicvalueofownershiphadbeencalledinquestion。’He’sacosmopolitan，’hethought，watchingProfondemergefromundertheverandahwithAnnette，andsaunterdownthelawntowardtheriver。Whathiswifesawinthefellowhedidn’tknow，unlessitwasthathecouldspeakherlanguage;andtherepassedinSoameswhatMonsieurProfondwouldhavecalleda\"smalldoubt\"whetherAnnettewasnottoohandsometobewalkingwithanyoneso\"cosmopolitan。\"EvenatthatdistancehecouldseethebluefumesfromProfond’scigarwreathoutinthequietsunlight;andhisgreybuckskinshoes，andhisgreyhat——thefellowwasadandy！Andhecouldseethequickturnofhiswife’shead，soverystraightonherdesirableneckandshoulders。Thatturnofherneckalwaysseemedtohimalittletooshowy，andinthe\"QueenofallIsurvey\"manner——notquitedistinguished。Hewatchedthemwalkalongthepathatthebottomofthegarden。Ayoungmaninflannelsjoinedthemdownthere——aSundaycallernodoubt，fromuptheriver。
HewentbacktohisGoya。HewasstillstaringatthatreplicaofFleur，andworryingoverWinifred’snews，whenhiswife’svoicesaid:
\"Mr。MichaelMont，Soames。Youinvitedhimtoseeyourpictures。\"
TherewasthecheerfulyoungmanoftheGalleryoffCorkStreet！
\"Turnedup，yousee，sir;IliveonlyfourmilesfromPangbourne。
Jollyday，isn’tit？\"
Confrontedwiththeresultsofhisexpansiveness，Soamesscrutinizedhisvisitor。Theyoungman’smouthwasexcessivelylargeandcurly——
heseemedalwaysgrinning。Whydidn’thegrowtherestofthoseidioticlittlemoustaches，whichmadehimlooklikeamusic—hallbuffoon？Whatonearthwereyoungmenabout，deliberatelyloweringtheirclasswiththesetooth—brushes，orlittleslugwhiskers？Ugh！
Affectedyoungidiots！Inotherrespectshewaspresentable，andhisflannelsveryclean。
