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al phrases in French. She was so thrilled, it was almost a
pleasure to instruct her.
Now Connie would sometimes plead a headache as an
excuse for going up to her room after dinner.
’Perhaps Mrs Bolton will play piquet with you,’ she said
to Clifford.
’Oh, I shall be perfectly all right. You go to your own
room and rest, darling.’
But no sooner had she gone, than he rang for Mrs Bolton,
and asked her to take a hand at piquet or bezique, or even
chess. He had taught her all these games. And Connie
found it curiously objectionable to see Mrs Bolton, flushed
and tremulous like a little girl, touching her queen or her
knight with uncertain fingers, then drawing away again.
And Clifford, faintly smiling with a half-teasing superior-
ity, saying to her:
’You must say j’adoube!’
She looked up at him with bright, startled eyes, then
murmured shyly, obediently:
’J’adoube!’
Yes, he was educating her. And he enjoyed it, it gave him
a sense of power. And she was thrilled. She was coming bit
by bit into possession of all that the gentry knew, all that
made them upper class: apart from the money. That thrilled
her. And at the same time, she was making him want to
have her there with him. It was a subtle deep flattery to him,
her genuine thrill.
To Connie, Clifford seemed to be coming out in his true
colours: a little vulgar, a little common, and uninspired;

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