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of rising ground that dominated the garden on one side and the downs with
the old coach…road on the other； she had cast herself down to chew the cud
of fancy。 There she was presently joined by Harold； breathless and very
full of his latest grievance。
〃I asked him not to；〃 he burst out。 〃I said if he'd only please wait a
bit and Edward would be back soon； and it couldn't matter to HIM； and the
pig wouldn't mind； and Edward'd be pleased and everybody'd be happy。
But he just said he was very sorry； but bacon didn't wait for nobody。 So I
told him he was a regular beast； and then I came away。 Andand I
b'lieve they're doing it now！〃
〃Yes； he's a beast；〃 agreed Selina； absently。 She had forgotten all
about the pig…killing。 Harold kicked away a freshly thrown… up mole…hill；
and prodded down the hole with a stick。 From the direction of Farmer
Larkin's demesne came a long…drawn note of sorrow； a thin cry and appeal；
telling that the stout soul of a black Berkshire pig was already faring down
the stony track to Hades。
〃D'you know what day it is？〃 said Selina presently； in a low voice；
looking far away before her。
Harold did not appear to know； nor yet to care。 He had laid open his
mole…run for a yard or so； and was still grubbing at it absorbedly。
〃It's Trafalgar Day；〃 went on Selina； trancedly； 〃Trafalgar Day and
nobody cares！〃
Something in her tone told Harold that he was not behaving quite
becomingly。 He didn't exactly know in what manner； still； he abandoned
his mole…hunt for a more courteous attitude of attention。
〃Over there；〃 resumed Selinashe was gazing out in the direction of
the old highroad〃over there the coaches used to go by。 Uncle Thomas
was telling me about it the other day。 And the people used to watch for
'em coming； to tell the time by； and p'r'aps to get their parcels。 And one
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morningthey wouldn't be expecting anything differentone morning；
first there would be a cloud of dust； as usual； and then the coach would
come racing by； and THEN they would know！ For the coach would be
dressed in laurel； all laurel from stem to stern！ And the coachman would
be wearing laurel； and the guard would be wearing laurel； and then they
would know； then they would know！〃
Harold listened in respectful silence。 He would much rather have
been hunting the mole； who must have been a mile away by this time if he
had his wits about him。 But he had all the natural instincts of a
gentleman； of whom it is one of the principal marks； if not the complete
definition； never to show signs of being bored。
Selina rose to her feet； and paced the turf restlessly with a short
quarter…deck walk。
〃Why can't we DO something？〃 she burst out presently。 〃HEhe did
everythingwhy can't we do anything for him？〃
〃WHO did everything？〃 inquired Harold； meekly。 It was useless
wasting further longings on that mole。 Like the dead； he travelled fast。
〃Why； Nelson； of course；〃 said Selina； shortly； still looking restlessly
around for help or suggestion。
〃But he'she's DEAD； isn't he？〃 asked Harold； slightly puzzled。
〃What's that got to do with it？〃 retorted his sister； resuming her caged…
lion promenade。
Harold was somewhat taken aback。 In the case of the pig； for
instance； whose last outcry had now passed into stillness； he had
considered the chapter as finally closed。 Whatever innocent mirth the
holidays might hold in store for Edward； that particular pig； at least； would
not be a contributor。 And now he was given to understand that the
situation had not materially changed！ He would have to revise his ideas；
it seemed。 Sitting up on end； he looked towards the garden for assistance
in the task。 Thence； even as he gazed； a tiny column of smoke rose
straight up into the still air。 The gardener had been sweeping that
afternoon； and now； an unconscious priest； was offering his sacrifice of
autumn leaves to the calm…eyed goddess of changing hues and chill
forebodings who was moving slowly about the land that golden afternoon。
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Harold was up and off in a moment； forgetting Nelson； forgetting the pig；
the mole； the Larkin betrayal； and Selina's strange fever of conscience。
Here was fire； real fire； to play with； and that was even better than messing
with water； or remodelling the plastic surface of the earth。 Of all the toys
the world provides for right…minded persons； the original elements rank
easily the first。
But Selina sat on where she was； her chin on her fists； and her fancies
whirled and drifted； here and there； in curls and eddies； along with the
smoke she was watching。 As the quick… footed dusk of the short October
day stepped lightly over the garden； little red tongues of fire might be seen
to leap and vanish in the smoke。 Harold； anon staggering under armfuls
of leaves； anon stoking vigorously； was discernible only at fitful intervals。
It was another sort of smoke that the inner eye of Selina was looking
upon；a smoke that hung in sullen banks round the masts and the hulls of
the fighting ships； a smoke from beneath which came thunder and the
crash and the splinter…rip； the shout of the boarding party； the choking sob
of the gunner stretched by his gun； a smoke from out of which at last she
saw； as through a riven pall； the radiant spirit of the Victor； crowned with
the coronal of a perfect death； leap in full assurance up into the ether that
Immortals breathe。 The dusk was glooming towards darkness when she
rose and moved slowly down towards the beckoning fire； something of the
priestess in her stride； something of the devotee in the set purpose of her
eye。
The leaves were well alight by this time； and Harold had just added an
old furze bush； which flamed and crackled stirringly。
〃Go 'n' get some more sticks；〃 ordered Selina； 〃and shavings； 'n'
chunks of wood； 'n' anything you can find。 Look herein the kitchen…
garden there's a pile of old pea…sticks。 Fetch as many as you can carry；
and then go back and bring some more！〃
〃But I say；〃 began Harold； amazedly； scarce knowing his sister； and
with a vision of a frenzied gardener； pea…stickless and threatening
retribution。
〃Go and fetch 'em quick！ 〃 shouted Selina； stamping with impatience。
Harold ran off at once； true to the stern system of discipline in which
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he had been nurtured。 But his eyes were like round O's； and as he ran he
talked fast to himself； in evident disorder of mind。
The pea…sticks made a rare blaze； and the fire； no longer smouldering
sullenly； leapt up and began to assume the appearance of a genuine bonfire。
Harold； awed into silence at first； began to jump round it with shouts of
triumph。 Selina looked on grimly； with knitted brow； she was not yet
fully satisfied。 〃Can't you get any more sticks？〃 she said presently。 〃Go
and hunt about。 Get some old hampers and matting and things out of the
tool…house。 Smash up that old cucumber frame Edward shoved you into；
the day we were playing scouts and Mohicans。 Stop a bit！ Hooray！ I
know。 You come along with me。〃
Hard by there was a hot…house； Aunt Eliza's special pride and joy； and
even grimly approved of by the gardener。 At one end； in an out…house
adjoining； the necessary firing was stored； and to this sacred fuel； of which
we were strictly forbidden to touch a stick； Selina went straight。 Harold
followed obediently； prepared for any crime after that of the pea…sticks；
but pinching himself to see if he were really awake。
〃You bring some c