Have you ever tried to sleep in the open air?""In the summer we all do," said the younger cousin."Amanda makes us.We go out on to the little lawn at the back.""You see Amanda has some friends at Limpsfield.And there they all go ouda from imminent danger--"she's always so RECKLESS with those dogs," as though Amanda was not manifestly capable of taking care of herself; and when he had been Listerined and bandaged, they would have it that he should join them at their supper-dinner, which was already prepared and waiting.
They treated him as if he were still an undergraduate, they took his arrangements in hand as though he was a favourite nephew.He must stay in Harting that night.Both the Ship and the Coach and Horses were excellent inns, and over the Downs there would be nothing for miles and miles....
The house was a little long house with a verandah and a garden in front of it with flint-edged paths; the room in which they sat and ate was long and low and equipped with pieces of misfitting good furniture, an accidental-looking gilt tarnished mirror, and a sprinkling of old and middle-aged books.Some one had lit a fire, which cracked and spurted about cheerfully in a motherly fireplace, and a lamp and some candles got lit.Mrs.Wilder, Amanda's aunt, a comfortable dark broad-browed woman, directed things, and sat at the end of the table and placed Benham on her right hand between herself and Amanda.Amanda's mother remained undeveloped, a watchful little woman with at least an eyebrow like her daughter's.Her name, it seemed, was Morris.No servant appeared, but two cousins of a vague dark picturesqueness and with a stamp of thirty upon them, the first young women Benham had ever seen dressed in djibbahs, sat at the table or moved about and attended to the ****** needs of the service.The reconciled dogs were in the room and shifted inquiring noses from one human being to another.
Amanda's people were so easy and intelligent and friendly, and Benham after his thirty hours of silence so freshly ready for human association, that in a very little while he could have imagined he had known and trusted this household for years.He had never met such people before, and yet there was something about them that seemed familiar--and then it occurred to him that something of their easy-going ******* was to be found in Russian novels.Aphotographic enlargement of somebody with a vegetarian expression of face and a special kind of slouch hat gave the atmosphere a flavour of Socialism, and a press and tools and stamps and pigments on an oak table in the corner suggested some suct and camp and sleep in the woods.""Of course," reflected Mrs.Wilder, "in April it must be different.""It IS different," said Benham with feeling; "the night comes five hours too soon.And it comes wet." He described his experiences and his flight to Shere and the kindly landlord and the cup of coffee."And after that I thought with a vengeance.""Do you write things?" asked Amanda abruptly, and it seemed to him with a note of hope.
"No.No, it was just a private puzzle.It was something I couldn't get straight.""And you have got it straight?" asked Amanda.
"I think so."
"You were ****** up your mind about something?""Amanda DEAR!" cried her mother.
"Oh! I don't mind telling you," said Benham.
They seemed such unusual people that he was moved to unusual confidences.They had that effect one gets at times with strangers freshly met as though they were not really in the world.And there was something about Amanda that made him want to explain himself to her completely.
"What I wanted to think about was what I should do with my life.""Haven't you any WORK--?" asked the elder cousin.
"None that I'm obliged to do."
"That's where a man has the advantage," said Amanda with the tone of profound reflection."You can choose.And what are you going to do with your life?""Amanda," her mother protested, "really you mustn't!""I'm going round the world to think about it," Benham told her.
"I'd give my soul to travel," said Amanda.
She addressed her remark to the salad in front of her.
"But have you no ties?" asked Mrs.Wilder.
"None that hold me," said Benham."I'm one of those unfortunates who needn't do anything at all.I'm independent.You see my riddles.East and west and north and south, it's all my way for the taking.There's not an indication.""If I were you," said Amanda, and reflected.Then she half turned herself to him."I should go first to India," she said, "and Ishould shoot, one, two, three, yes, three tigers.And then I would see Farukhabad Sikri--I was reading in a book about it yesterday--where the jungle grows in the palaces; and then I would go right up the Himalayas, and then, then I would have a walking tour in Japan, and then I would sail in a sailing ship down to Borneo and Java and set myself up as a Ranee--...And then I would think what Iwould do next."
"All alone, Amanda?" asked Mrs.Wilder.
"Only when I shoot tigers.You and mother should certainly come to Japan.""But Mr.Benham perhaps doesn't intend to shoot tigers, Amanda?"said Amanda's mother.
"Not at once.My way will be a little different.I think I shall go first through Germany.And then down to Constantinople.And then I've some idea of getting across Asia Minor and Persia to India.That would take some time.One must ride.""Asia Minor ought to be fun," said Amanda."But I should prefer India because of the tigers.It would be so jolly to begin with the tigers right away.""It is the towns and governments and peoples I want to see rather than tigers," said Benham."Tigers if they are in the programme.
But I want to find out about--other things.""Don't you think there's something to be found out at home?" said the elder cousin, blushing very brightly and speaking with the effort of one who speaks for conscience' sake.
"Betty's a Socialist," Amanda said to Benham with a suspicion of apology.
"Well, we're all rather that," Mrs.Wilder protested.
