Miss Lesway said: "No, I don't think you ever will. God help you!"

3

Everything was new and interesting and altogether delightful to Joan and

Elizabeth during this visit. They played with the zest of truant

schoolboys. No weather, however diabolical, could daunt them; they put

on their mackintoshes and sallied forth in rain, sleet and mud. They got

lost in a fog and found themselves in Kensington instead of Bloomsbury.

They struggled furiously for overcrowded buses, or filled their lungs

with sulphur in the Underground. They stood for hours at the pit doors

of theatres, and walked in the British Museum until their feet ached.

Joan developed a love of pictures, which she found she shared with

Elizabeth, and the mornings that they spent in the galleries were some

of their happiest. To Joan, beauty as portrayed by fine art came as a

heavenly revelation; she knew for the first time the thrill of looking

at someone else's inspired thoughts.

"After all, everything is just thought," she said wisely. "They think,

and then they clothe what they've thought in something; this happens to

be paint and canvas, but it's all the same thing; thought must be

clothed in something so that we can see it."

Elizabeth watched her delightedly. She told herself that it was like

putting a geranium cutting in the window; at first it was just all

green, then came the little coloured buds and then the bloom. She felt

that Joan was growing more in this fortnight than she had done in all

her years at Seabourne; growing, expanding, coming nearer to her

kingdom, day by day.

4

The fortnight passed all too quickly; it was going and then it was gone.

They sat side by side in an empty third-class compartment, rushing back

to Seabourne. Everything had changed suddenly for the worse. Their

clothes struck them as shabby, now that it no longer mattered. In

London, where it really had mattered, they had been quite contented with

their appearance. Their bags, on the luggage rack opposite them, looked

very worn and battered. How had they ever dared to go up to London at

all? They and their possessions belonged so obviously to Seabourne.

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