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First published January 1, 1941
“`Isabel,’ said Eleanor, raising her voice, as footsteps sounded in the hall, `come in and say good morning to us. Are you all here?’
Isabel and Venice and Miss Mitford entered the room.
`Good morning,’ said Miss Mitford, looking at Eleanor and using a tone of compliance with an injunction.
`Good morning, Miss Mitford; good morning, my dears. I want to read you Father’s letter. Come and hear it.’
The two girls listened to the letter, put the normal questions and comments, and were about to go.
`Here is a note put in for you, Isabel,’ said Eleanor, handing it to her daughter.
`Thank you. Father said he would write to me,’ said Isabel, turning to show the letter to her sister.
`It came inside my letter,’ said her mother.
`Who opened it?’ said Isabel.
`Now, who had the right to do that?’ said Eleanor, stroking her hair. `No one touched it, who had no business with it. I should not have allowed that. I wanted to see if there was any message for me. There is one for all of you in my letter.’
Isabel looked at her mother’s note, as it lay on the table.
`You have not let anyone see that.’
`Well, naturally not, my dear. Father would not have liked it.’
`Would he have wished you to see mine?’
`Think for a moment and tell me.’
`It is a pity you do such second-rate things,’ said Isabel, in a slow voice. `It is a mean way of using power.’
`What other second-rate thing have you known me to do?’
`You do not deny the term. And these things are never isolated.’
`Come, come, my child. You would have shown me the letter, would you not?’
`I might have had no choice. But I should have read it myself first. There would have been a semblance of free will. Decency would not have been outraged.’ (p. 163)
“`What are you going to be when you grow up?’ said Fulbert, catching his son and lifting him to his knee.
`He will be a king,’ said Nevill, reconciling himself to his situation.
`Then you will be above your father.’
`He will take care of you. And he will take care of Hatton and Mullet too.’
`And what will Hatton be?’
`She will be a lady when he marries her.’” (p. 280)