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’Thank you SO much! You do read Racine beautifully!’
she said softly.
’Almost as beautifully as you listen to him,’ he said cru-
elly. ‘What are you making?’ he asked.
’I’m making a child’s dress, for Mrs Flint’s baby.’
He turned away. A child! A child! That was all her ob-
session.
’After all,’ he said in a declamatory voice, ‘one gets all one
wants out of Racine. Emotions that are ordered and given
shape are more important than disorderly emotions.
She watched him with wide, vague, veiled eyes. ‘Yes, I’m
sure they are,’ she said.
’The modern world has only vulgarized emotion by let-
ting it loose. What we need is classic control.’
’Yes,’ she said slowly, thinking of him listening with
vacant face to the emotional idiocy of the radio. ‘People
pretend to have emotions, and they really feel nothing. I
suppose that is being romantic.’
’Exactly!’ he said.
As a matter of fact, he was tired. This evening had tired
him. He would rather have been with his technical books,
or his pit-manager, or listening-in to the radio.
Mrs Bolton came in with two glasses of malted milk: for
Clifford, to make him sleep, and for Connie, to fatten her
again. It was a regular night-cap she had introduced.
Connie was glad to go, when she had drunk her glass,
and thankful she needn’t help Clifford to bed. She took his
glass and put it on the tray, then took the tray, to leave it
outside.

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