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.She actually said so, didn't she? Ramses?""What?" Ramses looked up."Sorry, Mother.If my memory can be trusted, she said something of the sort."I decided it would be advisable to change the subject."We had better get some rest.Do you realize the family will be arriving this evening?""Yes, Mother," said Ramses.They took their leave."And you, Emerson," I said."I don't need to rest," said Emerson."What's wrong with those two, Peabody? They seem to be out of temper with each other.""I will be happy to explain, Emerson, if you will allow me to do so without forbidding me to talk psychology.""Try to avoid the word if possible," muttered Emerson."Nefret's reaction is unreasonable, but quite understandable to a student of.that is, to me.It would be difficult to say which would bother her more-the suspicion that her husband has fantasies about beautiful desirable women pleading for his favors, or the possibility that a beautiful, desirable woman really is pleading for his favors.""Hmmm," said Emerson, rubbing the cleft in his chin."So if a similar sort of thing should happen to me, you would.""Be mad with jealousy," I assured him, and saw his lips curve into a smile that was not without a touch of smugness.I went on, "We cannot help being jealous, my dear; we care too much for you to remain indifferent to the fear that you care less for us."Of course it was not as simple as that.Contrary to the opinions of sentimentalists, children put a strain on a marriage.It takes a while to sort out new feelings and new responsibilities.I know whereof I speak, Reader; it had taken me over twenty years! The large fortune Nefret had inherited from her grandfather had enabled her to found a hospital for fallen (as well as upright but impoverished) women in Cairo, and she had fought a hard battle against masculine prejudice to acquire surgical training so that she could better assist these unfortunates.She had given up her medical career in favor of matrimony, motherhood, and archaeology.Although she had never expressed regret, I wondered if she missed it.However, it would only have confused my dear Emerson if I had entered into a serious analysis.His is a very straightforward mind.There are other psychological difficulties connected with the birth of children, but they were not the sort of thing one can discuss with a male person."Hmmm," said Emerson again."Well, my dear, in this case I must bow to your expertise.They will settle their differences, won't they?""In their own way, Emerson, in their own way.I would be sorry to see them settle into the bland tedium of most marriages.I consider that unlikely.We never did, and in my opinion-""We are all the better for it," Emerson declared, his broad brow clearing."I prescribe a rest for you too, my love.""I haven't time.I want-""There is plenty of time," said Emerson.SINCE SCHEDULES OF BOATS AND trains were uncertain, we had agreed to await our family at the hotel instead of hanging about the railroad station.It wasn't as if they were strangers to Egypt.Walter and Evelyn had not been out for many years, but David knew his way about.Having made certain their suite was in perfect order, with fresh flowers in every room, there was nothing left for me to do but fidget, which I confess I did.Anticipation mounts as the longed-for event draws nearer.I was leaning perilously over the rail of the balcony for the third or fourth time when Emerson took hold of me and led me to a chair."It would be a poor welcome for the family to find you spattered on the front steps," he remarked."They cannot possibly be here for several more hours, even if all the connections are on time, which they seldom if ever are.Sit down, my dear, and have a whiskey and soda.I will ask Ramses and Nefret to join us."Upon his return he announced in a pleased voice, "They have made it up.It took Ramses quite a long time to answer the door.""Don't be vulgar, Emerson.""Drink your whiskey, Peabody."The bright faces of my children assured me that they had indeed settled their little difference.Except for his bandaged hands, Ramses appeared none the worse for his adventure.Despite his dismissal of my theory, I remained convinced that the woman's motive could only be personal attraction.It was not Ramses's fault, or Emerson's, that their handsome features and athletic frames and gallant manners attracted shameless females.Who on earth could this one be? I had already gone over in my mind-as I was sure Nefret had also done-the rather extensive list of women with whom Ramses had been involved-before his marriage, I hardly need add.None of the names that came to mind seemed to fit.However, there had probably been others.I wondered if I could persuade him to give me a list.It did not seem likely.Feeling my speculative eye upon him, Ramses tugged nervously at his tie and burst into speech."When are you going to tell Uncle Walter?" he asked."About Sethos? Certainly not tonight" was Emerson's reply [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]
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.She actually said so, didn't she? Ramses?""What?" Ramses looked up."Sorry, Mother.If my memory can be trusted, she said something of the sort."I decided it would be advisable to change the subject."We had better get some rest.Do you realize the family will be arriving this evening?""Yes, Mother," said Ramses.They took their leave."And you, Emerson," I said."I don't need to rest," said Emerson."What's wrong with those two, Peabody? They seem to be out of temper with each other.""I will be happy to explain, Emerson, if you will allow me to do so without forbidding me to talk psychology.""Try to avoid the word if possible," muttered Emerson."Nefret's reaction is unreasonable, but quite understandable to a student of.that is, to me.It would be difficult to say which would bother her more-the suspicion that her husband has fantasies about beautiful desirable women pleading for his favors, or the possibility that a beautiful, desirable woman really is pleading for his favors.""Hmmm," said Emerson, rubbing the cleft in his chin."So if a similar sort of thing should happen to me, you would.""Be mad with jealousy," I assured him, and saw his lips curve into a smile that was not without a touch of smugness.I went on, "We cannot help being jealous, my dear; we care too much for you to remain indifferent to the fear that you care less for us."Of course it was not as simple as that.Contrary to the opinions of sentimentalists, children put a strain on a marriage.It takes a while to sort out new feelings and new responsibilities.I know whereof I speak, Reader; it had taken me over twenty years! The large fortune Nefret had inherited from her grandfather had enabled her to found a hospital for fallen (as well as upright but impoverished) women in Cairo, and she had fought a hard battle against masculine prejudice to acquire surgical training so that she could better assist these unfortunates.She had given up her medical career in favor of matrimony, motherhood, and archaeology.Although she had never expressed regret, I wondered if she missed it.However, it would only have confused my dear Emerson if I had entered into a serious analysis.His is a very straightforward mind.There are other psychological difficulties connected with the birth of children, but they were not the sort of thing one can discuss with a male person."Hmmm," said Emerson again."Well, my dear, in this case I must bow to your expertise.They will settle their differences, won't they?""In their own way, Emerson, in their own way.I would be sorry to see them settle into the bland tedium of most marriages.I consider that unlikely.We never did, and in my opinion-""We are all the better for it," Emerson declared, his broad brow clearing."I prescribe a rest for you too, my love.""I haven't time.I want-""There is plenty of time," said Emerson.SINCE SCHEDULES OF BOATS AND trains were uncertain, we had agreed to await our family at the hotel instead of hanging about the railroad station.It wasn't as if they were strangers to Egypt.Walter and Evelyn had not been out for many years, but David knew his way about.Having made certain their suite was in perfect order, with fresh flowers in every room, there was nothing left for me to do but fidget, which I confess I did.Anticipation mounts as the longed-for event draws nearer.I was leaning perilously over the rail of the balcony for the third or fourth time when Emerson took hold of me and led me to a chair."It would be a poor welcome for the family to find you spattered on the front steps," he remarked."They cannot possibly be here for several more hours, even if all the connections are on time, which they seldom if ever are.Sit down, my dear, and have a whiskey and soda.I will ask Ramses and Nefret to join us."Upon his return he announced in a pleased voice, "They have made it up.It took Ramses quite a long time to answer the door.""Don't be vulgar, Emerson.""Drink your whiskey, Peabody."The bright faces of my children assured me that they had indeed settled their little difference.Except for his bandaged hands, Ramses appeared none the worse for his adventure.Despite his dismissal of my theory, I remained convinced that the woman's motive could only be personal attraction.It was not Ramses's fault, or Emerson's, that their handsome features and athletic frames and gallant manners attracted shameless females.Who on earth could this one be? I had already gone over in my mind-as I was sure Nefret had also done-the rather extensive list of women with whom Ramses had been involved-before his marriage, I hardly need add.None of the names that came to mind seemed to fit.However, there had probably been others.I wondered if I could persuade him to give me a list.It did not seem likely.Feeling my speculative eye upon him, Ramses tugged nervously at his tie and burst into speech."When are you going to tell Uncle Walter?" he asked."About Sethos? Certainly not tonight" was Emerson's reply [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]