You call it a lot of nicknames—“Babs” and
“Bibs” and “Viddles” and “Vee”; you whack at it playfully, and it whacks you
back. “I WILL be arrested! I WON’T go home!” the little old lady was
screaming over and over again. When I told them I was going to your house today, my
dad told me to either ask for lessons or bring my violin to
give to you permanently since I was not ever going to use
it. That was odd: when young
people were joyous, they had to express it physically. He had. ’
‘What husband?’
‘Precisely. Good night. I believe I’m the
only sane member of the family left. She had
tried him as a Crusader, in which guise he seemed plausible but heavy—“There
IS something heavy about him; I wonder if it’s his mustache?”—and as a Hussar,
which made him preposterous, and as a Black Brunswicker, which was better,
and as an Arab sheik. “That’s HIM,” said Ann Veronica,
in sound, idiomatic English. For thirty years I have lived alone; but once upon a time
I lived among men. In the
presence of the husband of his mistress Rollo was always dignifiedly cheerful,
but he never leaped or cavorted as he did when alone with Ruth.
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