Westcott--I congratulate you. You might see your wife for
a moment if you cared--stood it remarkably well--"
Slowly the forest, dark and terrible, moved away from the house. Very
faintly again could be heard the distant rattling of some cab, the murmur
of trams.
CHAPTER VII
DECLARATION OF HAPPINESS
I
Extracts from letters that Bobby Galleon wrote to Alice Galleon about this
time:
"... But, of course, I am sorrier than I can say that it's so dull. That's
due to charity, my dear, and if you will go and fling yourself into the
depths of Yorkshire because a girl like Ola Hunting chooses to think she's
unhappy and lonely you've only yourself to thank. Moreover there's your
husband to be considered. I don't suppose, for a single instant, that he
really prefers to be left alone, with his infant son, mind you, howling
at the present moment because his nurse won't let him swallow the glass
marbles, and you can picture to yourself--if you want to make yourself
thoroughly unhappy--your Robert sitting, melancholy throughout the long
evening, alone, desolate, creeping to bed somewhere about ten o'clock.
"So there we are--you're bored to death and I've no one to growl at when I
come back from the City--all Ola Hunting's fault--wring the girl's neck.
Meanwhile here I sit and every evening I'll write whatever comes into my
head and never look back on it again but stick it into an envelope and send
it to you.
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