persistence had been rewarded by a cloud of steam
and she held out a cup of moderately hot China tea,
I felt so annoyed that I could almost have chucked it
out of the window. However, I expressed my feelings
adequately by muttering, "No, / don't want any,"
and putting my paper up as a barrier between myself
and the objectionable sight of Aunt Evelyn sipping her
tea with mechanical enjoyment. As there was a spare
cup in the basket she politely said to the lorgnette-
raising lady, "May I offer you a cup of tea, madam?"
But tlie amenity was declined with an air of social
For the remainder of the journey I couldn't bring
myself to say another word, and Aunt Evelyn endured
my sulky silrucc—wearily apologetic. By the time
we were home I knew quite clearly that my attitude
toward the tea-making had been odious; and the
more J realized it the more impossible it seemed for
me to make amends by behaving gently to her. It
was one of those outwardly trivial episodes which
one does not forget.
IT WAS now an accepted fact that I had quitted
Cambridge University. During that autumn I was
limply incorporating myself with Aunt Evelyn's
locali/ed existence. Nothing was being said on the
subject of what I was going to do, and I cannot
remember that the problem was perplexing my
thoughts, or that I felt any hankerings for more
eventful departments of human experience* I was
content to take it ea*y until something happened.
But since i had no responsibilities and no near