第6章

Hefaltered。"ToAnsell’s，itis——"Itseemedasifhewasmakingsomegreatadmission。Soself—consciouswashe，thathethoughtthetwowomenexchangedglances。HadAgnesalreadyexploredthatpartofhimthatdidnotbelongtoher？Wouldanotherchancesteprevealthepartthatdid？Heaskedthemabruptlywhattheywouldliketodoafterlunch。

"Anything，"saidMrs。Lewin，——"anythingintheworld。"

Awalk？Aboat？Ely？Adrive？Someobjectionwasraisedtoeach。

"Totellthetruth，"shesaidatlast，"Idofeelaweebittired，andwhatoccurstomeisthis。YouandAgnesshallleavemehereandhavenomorebother。Ishallbeperfectlyhappysnoozlinginoneofthesedelightfuldrawing—roomchairs。Dowhatyoulike，andthenpickmeupafterit。"

"Alas，it’sagainstregulations，"saidRickie。"TheUnionwon’ttrustladyvisitorsonitspremisesalone。"

"Butwho’stoknowI’malone？Withalotofmeninthedrawing—room，how’seachtoknowthatI’mnotwiththeothers？"

"ThatwouldshockRickie，"saidAgnes，laughing。"He’sfrightfullyhigh—principled。"

"No，I’mnot，"saidRickie，thinkingofhisrecentshiftinessoverbreakfast。

"Thencomeforawalkwithme。Iwantexercise。SomeconnectionofourswasoncerectorofMadingley。Ishallwalkoutandseethechurch。"

Mrs。LewinwasaccordinglyleftintheUnion。

"Thisisjolly！"AgnesexclaimedasshestrodealongthesomewhatdepressingroadthatleadsoutofCambridgepasttheobservatory。

"DoIgotoofast？"

"No，thankyou。Igetstrongereveryyear。Ifitwasn’tforthelookofthething，Ishouldbequitehappy。"

"Butyoudon’tcareforthelookofthething。It’sonlyignorantpeoplewhodothat，surely。"

"Perhaps。Icare。Ilikepeoplewhoarewell—madeandbeautiful。

Theyareofsomeuseintheworld。Iunderstandwhytheyarethere。Icannotunderstandwhytheuglyandcrippledarethere，howeverhealthytheymayfeelinside。Don’tyouknowhowTurnerspoilshispicturesbyintroducingamanlikeabolsterintheforeground？Well，inactuallifeeverylandscapeisspoiltbymenofworseshapesstill。"

"Yousoundlikeabolsterwiththestuffingout。"Theylaughed。

Shealwaysblewhiscobwebsawaylikethis，withapuffofhumorousmountainair。Justnowtheassociationsheattachedtoherwerevarious——sheremindedhimofaheroineofMeredith’s——

butaheroineattheendofthebook。Allhadbeenwrittenabouther。Shehadplayedhermightypart，andknewthatitwasover。

Heandhealonewasnotcontent，andwroteforherdailyatrivialandimpossiblesequel。

LasttimetheyhadtalkedaboutGerald。Butthatwassomesixmonthsago，whenthingsfelteasier。TodayGeraldwasthefaintestblur。FortunatelytheconversationturnedtoMr。

Pembrokeandtoeducation。DidwomenlosealotbynotknowingGreek？"Aheap，"saidRickie，roughly。Butmodernlanguages？ThustheygottoGermany，whichhehadvisitedlastEasterwithAnsell;andthencetotheGermanEmperor，andwhatato—dohemade;andfromhimtoourownking（stillPrinceofWales），whohadlivedwhileanundergraduateatMadingleyHall。Hereitwas。

Andallthetimehethought，"Itishardonher。Shehasnorighttobewalkingwithme。Shewouldbeillwithdisgustifsheknew。

Itishardonhertobeloved。"

TheylookedattheHall，andwentinsidetheprettylittlechurch。SomeArundelprintshunguponthepillars，andAgnesexpressedtheopinionthatpicturesinsideaplaceofworshipwereapity。Rickiedidnotagreewiththis。Hesaidagainthatnothingbeautifulwasevertoberegretted。

"You’recrackedonbeauty，"shewhispered——theywerestillinsidethechurch。"Dohurryupandwritesomething。"

"Somethingbeautiful？"

"Ibelieveyoucan。I’mgoingtolectureyouseriouslyallthewayhome。Takecarethatyoudon’twasteyourlife。"

Theycontinuedtheconversationoutside。"ButI’vegottohatemyownwriting。Ibelievethatmostpeoplecometothatstage——notsoearlythough。WhatIwriteistoosilly。Itcan’thappen。Forinstance，astupidvulgarmanisengagedtoalovelyyounglady。

Hewantshertoliveinthetowns，butsheonlycaresforwoods。

Sheshockshimthiswayandthat，butgraduallyhetamesher，andmakeshernearlyasdullasheis。Onedayshehasalastexplosion——overthesnobbyweddingpresents——andfliesoutofthedrawing—roomwindow，shouting，’Freedomandtruth！’Nearthehouseisalittledellfulloffir—trees，andsherunsintoit。

Hecomestherethenextmoment。Butshe’sgone。"

"Awfullyexciting。Where？"

"OhLord，she’saDryad！"criedRickie，ingreatdisgust。"She’sturnedintoatree。"

"Rickie，it’sverygoodindeed。Thekindofthinghassomethinginit。OfcourseyougetitallthroughGreekandLatin。Howupsetthemanmustbewhenheseesthegirlturn。"

"Hedoesn’tseeher。Heneverguesses。SuchamancouldneverseeaDryad。"

"Soyoudescribehowsheturnsjustbeforehecomesup？"

"No。IndeedIdon’teversaythatshedoesturn。Idon’tusetheword’Dryad’once。"

"Ithinkyououghttoputthatpartplainly。Otherwise，withsuchanoriginalstory，peoplemightmissthepoint。Haveyouhadanyluckwithit？"

"Magazines？Ihaven’ttried。Iknowwhatthestuff’sworth。Yousee，ayearortwoagoIhadagreatideaofgettingintotouchwithNature，justastheGreekswereintouch;andseeingEnglandsobeautiful，Iusedtopretendthathertreesandcoppicesandsummerfieldsofparsleywerealive。It’sfunnyenoughnow，butitwasn’tfunnythen，forIgotinsuchastatethatIbelieved，actuallybelieved，thatFaunslivedinacertaindoublehedgerowneartheCogMagogs，andoneeveningIwalkedamilesoonerthangothroughitalone。"

"Goodgracious！"Shelaidherhandonhisshoulder。

Hemovedtotheothersideoftheroad。"It’sallrightnow。I’vechangedthosefolliesforothers。ButwhileIhadthemIbegantowrite，andevennowIkeeponwriting，thoughIknowbetter。I’vegotquiteapileoflittlestories，allharpingonthisridiculousideaofgettingintotouchwithNature。"

"Iwishyouweren’tsomodest。It’ssimplysplendidasanidea。

Though——buttellmeabouttheDryadwhowasengagedtobemarried。Whatwasshelike？"

"Icanshowyouthedellinwhichtheyoungpersondisappeared。

Wepassitontherightinamoment。"

"Itdoesseemapitythatyoudon’tmakesomethingofyourtalents。Itseemssuchawastetowritelittlestoriesandneverpublishthem。Youmusthaveenoughforabook。Lifeissofullinourdaysthatshortstoriesaretheverything;theygetreadbypeoplewho’dnevertackleanovel。Forexample，atourDorcaswetriedtoreadoutalongaffairbyHenryJames——Herbertsawitrecommendedin’TheTimes。’Therewasnodoubtitwasverygood，butonesimplycouldn’trememberfromoneweektoanotherwhathadhappened。Sonowouraimistogetsomethingthatjustlaststhehour。Itakeyouseriously，Rickie，andthatiswhyIamsooffensive。Youaretoomodest。Peoplewhothinktheycandonothingsooftendonothing。Iwantyoutoplunge。"

Itthrilledhimlikeatrumpet—blast。Shetookhimseriously。

Couldhebutthankherforherdivineaffability！Butthewordswouldstickinhisthroat，orworsestillwouldbringotherwordsalongwiththem。Hisbreathcamequickly，forheseldomspokeofhiswriting，andnoone，notevenAnsell，hadadvisedhimtoplunge。

"ButdoyoureallythinkthatIcouldtakeupliterature？"

"Whynot？Youcantry。Evenifyoufail，youcantry。Ofcoursewethinkyoutremendouslyclever;andImetoneofyourdonsattea，andhesaidthatyourdegreewasnotintheleastaproofofyourabilities:hesaidthatyouknockedupandgotflurriedinexaminations。Oh！"——hercheekflushed，——"IwishIwasaman。Thewholeworldliesbeforethem。Theycandoanything。Theyaren’tcoopedupwithservantsandteapartiesandtwaddle。Butwhere’sthisdellwheretheDryaddisappeared？"

"We’vepassedit。"Hehadmeanttopassit。Itwastoobeautiful。

Allhehadread，allhehadhopedfor，allhehadloved，seemedtoquiverinitsenchantedair。Itwasperilous。Hedarednotenteritwithsuchawoman。

"Howlongago？"Sheturnedback。"Idon’twanttomissthedell。

Hereitmustbe，"sheaddedafterafewmoments，andsprangupthegreenbankthathidtheentrancefromtheroad。"Oh，whatajollyplace！"

"Gorightinifyouwanttoseeit，"saidRickie，anddidnotoffertogowithher。Shestoodforamomentlookingattheview，forafewstepswillincreaseaviewinCambridgeshire。Thewindblewherdressagainsther。Then，likeacataractagain，shevanishedpureandcoolintothedell。

Theyoungmanthoughtofherfeelingsnolonger。Hisheartthrobbedlouderandlouder，andseemedtoshakehimtopieces。

"Rickie！"

Shewascallingfromthedell。Forananswerhesatdownwherehewas，onthedust—bespatteredmargin。Shecouldcallasloudassheliked。Thedevilhaddonemuch，butheshouldnottakehimtoher。

"Rickie！"——anditcamewiththetonesofanangel。Hedrovehisfingersintohisears，andinvokedthenameofGerald。Buttherewasnosign，neitherangrymotionintheairnorhintofJanuarymist。June——fieldsofJune，skyofJune，songsofJune。GrassofJunebeneathhim，grassofJuneoverthetragedyhehaddeemedimmortal。Abirdcalledoutofthedell:"Rickie！"

Abirdflewintothedell。

"DidyoutakemefortheDryad？"sheasked。Shewassittingdownwithhisheadonherlap。Hehadlaiditthereforamomentbeforehewentouttodie，andshehadnotlethimtakeitaway。

"Iprayedyoumightnotbeawoman，"hewhispered。

"Darling，Iamverymuchawoman。Idonotvanishintogrovesandtrees。Ithoughtyouwouldnevercome。"

"Didyouexpect——？"

"Ihoped。Icalledhoping。"

InsidethedellitwasneitherJunenorJanuary。Thechalkwallsbarredouttheseasons，andthefir—treesdidnotseemtofeeltheirpassage。Onlyfromtimetotimetheodoursofsummerslippedinfromthewoodabove，tocommentonthewaxingyear。

Shebentdowntotouchhimwithherlips。

Hestarted，andcriedpassionately，"Neverforgetthatyourgreatestthingisover。Ihaveforgotten:Iamtooweak。Youshallneverforget。WhatIsaidtoyouthenisgreaterthanwhatIsaytoyounow。Whathegaveyouthenisgreaterthananythingyouwillgetfromme。"

Shewasfrightened。Againshehadthesenseofsomethingabnormal。Thenshesaid，"Whatisallthisnonsense？"andfoldedhiminherarms。

VIII

Ansellstoodlookingathisbreakfast—table，whichwaslaidforfourinsteadoftwo。Hisbedmaker，equallypeevish，explainedhowithadhappened。Lastnight，atoneinthemorning，theporterhadbeenawokewithanoteforthekitchens，andinthatnoteMr。

ElliotsaidthatallthesethingsweretobesenttoMr。

Ansell’s。

"Thefoolshavesenttheoriginalorderaswell。Here’sthelemon—solefortwo。Ican’tmoveforfood。"

"Thenotebeingambigerous，theKitchensjudgedbesttosenditall。"Shespokeofthekitchensinahalf—respectful，half—pityingway，muchasonespeaksofParliament。

"Who’stopayforit？"Hepeepedintothenewdishes。Kidneysentombedinanomelette，hotroastchickeninwaterygravy，aglazedbutpallidpie。

"Andwho’stowashitup？"saidthebedmakertoherhelpoutside。

AnsellhaddisputedlatelastnightconcerningSchopenhauer，andwasalittlecrossandtired。HebouncedovertoTilliard，whokeptopposite。Tilliardwaseatinggooseberryjam。

"DidElliotaskyoutobreakfastwithme？"

"No，"saidTilliardmildly。

"Well，you’dbettercome，andbringeveryoneyouknow。"

SoTilliardcame，bearinghimselfalittleformally，forhewasnotveryintimatewithhisneighbour。OutofthewindowtheycalledtoWiddrington。Buthelaidhishandonhisstomach，thusindicatingitwastoolate。

"Who’stopayforit？"repeatedAnsell，asamanappearedfromtheButterycarryingcoffeeonabrighttintray。

"Collegecoffee！Hownice！"remarkedTilliard，whowascuttingthepie。"Butbeforetermendsyoumustcomeandtrymynewmachine。Mysistergaveitme。Thereisabulbatthetop，andasthewaterboils——"

"Hemighthavecounter—orderedthelemon—sole。That’sRickieallover。Violentlyeconomical，andthenloseshishead，andallthethingsgobad。"

"Givethemtothebedderwhilethey’rehot。"Thiswasdone。Sheacceptedthemdispassionately，withtheairofonewholiveswithoutnourishment。Tilliardcontinuedtodescribehissister’scoffeemachine。

"What’sthat？"Theycouldhearpantingandrustlingonthestairs。

"Itsoundslikealady，"saidTilliardfearfully。Heslippedthepieceofpieback。Itfellintopositionlikeabrick。

"Isithere？AmIright？Isithere？"ThedooropenedandincameMrs。Lewin。"Ohhorrors！I’vemadeamistake。"

"That’sallright，"saidAnsellawkwardly。

"IwantedMr。Elliot。Wherearethey？"

"WeexpectMr。Elliotevery—moment，"saidTilliard。

"Don’ttellmeI’mright，"criedMrs。Lewin，"andthatyou’retheterrifyingMr。Ansell。"And，withobviousrelief，shewrungTilliardwarmlybythehand。

"I’mAnsell，"saidAnsell，lookingveryuncouthandgrim。

"Howstupidofmenottoknowit，"shegasped，andwouldhavegoneontoIknownotwhat，butthedooropenedagain。ItwasRickie。

"Here’sMissPembroke，"hesaid。"Iamgoingtomarryher。"

Therewasaprofoundsilence。

"Weoughtn’ttohavedonethingslikethis，"saidAgnes，turningtoMrs。Lewin。"WehavenorighttotakeMr。Ansellbysurprise。

ItisRickie’sfault。Hewasthatobstinate。Hewouldbringus。

Heoughttobehorsewhipped。"

"Heought，indeed，"saidTilliardpleasantly，andbolted。Nottillhegainedhisroomdidherealizethathehadbeenlessaptthanusual。AsforAnsell，thefirstthinghesaidwas，"Whydidn’tyoucounter—orderthelemon—sole？"

InsuchasituationMrs。Lewinwasofpricelessvalue。Sheledthewaytothetable，observing，"IquiteagreewithMissPembroke。Iloathesurprises。NevershallIforgetmyhorrorwhentheknife—boypaintedthedove’scagewiththedoveinside。Hediditasasurprise。PoorParsivalnearlydied。Hisfeatherswerebrightgreen！"

"Well，givemethelemon—soles，"saidRickie。"Ilikethem。"

"Thebedder’sgotthem。"

"Well，thereyouare！What’stheretobeannoyedabout？"

"Andwhilethecagewasdryingweputhimamongthebantams。Theyhadbeenthegreatestallies。ButIsupposetheytookhimforaparrotorahawk，orsomethingthatbantamshateforwhilehiscagewasdryingtheypickedouthisfeathers，andPICKEDandPICKEDouthisfeathers，tillhewasperfectlybald。’Hugo，look，’saidI。’ThisistheendofParsival。Letmehavenomoresurprises。’Heburstintotears。"

ThusdidMrs。Lewincreateanatmosphere。Atfirstitseemedunreal，butgraduallytheygotusedtoit，andbreathedscarcelyanythingelsethroughoutthemeal。Insuchanatmosphereeverythingseemedofsmallandequalvalue，andtheengagementofRickieandAgneslikethefeathersofParsival，flutteredlightlytotheground。Ansellwasgenerallysilent。Hewasnomatchforthesetwoquitecleverwomen。Onlyoncewasthereahitch。

TheyhadbeentalkinggailyenoughaboutthebetrothalwhenAnsellsuddenlyinterruptedwith，"Whenisthemarriage？"

"Mr。Ansell，"saidAgnes，blushing，"Iwishyouhadn’taskedthat。Thatpart’sdreadful。Notforyears，asfaraswecansee。"

ButRickiehadnotseenasfar。Hehadnottalkedtoherofthisatall。Lastnighttheyhadspokenonlyoflove。Heexclaimed，"Oh，Agnes—don’t！"Mrs。Lewinlaughedroguishly。

"Whythisdelay？"askedAnsell。

AgneslookedatRickie，whoreplied，"Imustgetmoney，worseluck。"

"Ithoughtyou’dgotmoney。"

Hehesitated，andthensaid，"Imustgetmyfootontheladder，then。"

Ansellbeganwith，"Onwhichladder？"butMrs。Lewin，usingtheprivilegeofhersex，exclaimed，"Notanotherword。Ifthere’sathingIabominate，itisplans。Myheadgoeswhirlingatonce。"

Whatshereallyabominatedwasquestions，andshesawthatAnsellwasturningserious。Toappeasehim，sheputonherclevermannerandaskedhimaboutGermany。Howhaditimpressedhim？Werewesototallyunfittedtorepelinvasion？WasnotGermanscholarshipoverestimated？Hereplieddiscourteously，buthedidreply;andifshecouldhavestoppedhimthinking，hertriumphwouldhavebeencomplete。

Whentheyrosetogo，AgnesheldAnsell’shandforamomentinherown。

"Good—bye，"shesaid。"Itwasveryunconventionalofustocomeaswedid，butIdon’tthinkanyofusareconventionalpeople。"

Heonlyreplied，"Good—bye。"Theladiesstartedoff。Rickielingeredbehindtowhisper，"Iwouldhaveitso。Iwouldhaveyoubeginsquaretogether。Ican’ttalkyet——I’velovedherforyears——can’tthinkwhatshe’sdoneitfor。I’mgoingtowriteshortstories。Ishallstartthisafternoon。Shedeclarestheremaybesomethinginme。"

Assoonashehadleft，Tilliardburstin，whitewithagitation，andcrying，"Didyouseemyawfulfauxpas——aboutthehorsewhip？

WhatshallIdo？ImustcallonElliot。OrhadIbetterwrite？"

"MissPembrokewillnotmind，"saidAnsellgravely。"Sheisunconventional。"Hekneltinanarm—chairandhidhisfaceintheback。

"Itwaslikeabomb，"saidTilliard。

"Itwasmeanttobe。"

"Idofeelafool。Whatmustshethink？"

"Nevermind，Tilliard。You’venotbeenasbigafoolasmyself。

Atallevents，youtoldherhemustbehorsewhipped。"

Tilliardhummedalittletune。Hehatedanythingnasty，andtherewasnastinessinAnsell。"Whatdidyoutellher？"heasked。

"Nothing。"

"Whatdoyouthinkofit？"

"Ithink:Damnthosewomen。"

"Ah，yes。Onehatesone’sfriendstogetengaged。Itmakesonefeelsoold:Ithinkthatisoneofthereasons。Thebrotherjustabovemehaslatelymarried，andmysisterwasquitesickaboutit，thoughthethingwassuitableineveryway。"

"DamnTHESEwomen，then，"saidAnsell，bouncingroundinthechair。"Damntheseparticularwomen。"

"Theylookedandspokelikeladies。"

"Exactly。Theirdiplomacywasladylike。Theirlieswereladylike。

They’vecaughtElliotinamostladylikeway。Isawitallduringtheonemomentwewerenatural。Generallywewereclatteringafterthemarriedone，whom——likeafool——Itookforafool。Butforonemomentwewerenatural，andduringthatmomentMissPembroketoldalie，andmadeRickiebelieveitwasthetruth。"

"Whatdidshesay？"

"Shesaid`wesee’insteadof’Isee。’"

Tilliardburstintolaughter。Thisjaundicedyoungphilosopher，withhiskinkyviewoflife，wastoomuchforhim。

"Shesaid’wesee，’"repeatedAnsell，"insteadof’Isee，’andshemadehimbelievethatitwasthetruth。Shecaughthimandmakeshimbelievethathecaughther。Shecametoseemeandmakeshimthinkthatitishisidea。ThatiswhatImeanwhenI

saythatsheisalady。"

"Youaretoosubtleforme。Mydulleyescouldonlyseetwohappypeople。"

"Ineversaidtheyweren’thappy。"

"Then，mydearAnsell，whyareyousocutup？It’sbeastlywhenafriendmarries，——andIgranthe’sratheryoung，——butIshouldsayit’sthebestthingforhim。Adecentwoman——andyouhaveprovednotonethingagainsther——adecentwomanwillkeephimuptothemarkandstophimgettingslack。She’llmakehimresponsibleandmanly，formuchasIlikeRickie，Ialwaysfindhimalittleeffeminate。And，really，"——hisvoicegrewsharper，forhewasirritatedbyAnsell’sconceit，"and，really，youtalkasifyouweremixedupintheaffair。Theypayacivilvisittoyourrooms，andyouseenothingbutdarkplotsandchallengestowar。"

"War！"criedAnsell，crashinghisfiststogether。"It’swar，then！"

"Oh，whatalotoftommy—rot，"saidTilliard。"Can’tamanandwomangetengaged？Mydearboy——excusemetalkinglikethis——whatonearthisittodowithus？"

"We’rehisfriends，andIhopewealwaysshallbe，butweshan’tkeephisfriendshipbyfighting。We’reboundtofallintothebackground。Wifefirst，friendssomewayafter。Youmayresenttheorder，butitisordainedbynature。"

"Thepointis，notwhat’sordainedbynatureoranyotherfool，butwhat’sright。"

"Youarehopelesslyunpractical，"saidTilliard，turningaway。

"Andletmeremindyouthatyou’vealreadygivenawayyourcasebyacknowledgingthatthey’rehappy。"

"Sheishappybecauseshehasconquered;heishappybecausehehasatlasthungalltheworld’sbeautyontoasinglepeg。Hewasalwaystryingtodoit。Heusedtocallthepeghumanity。

Willeitherofthesehappinesseslast？Hiscan’t。Hersonlyforatime。Ifightthiswomannotonlybecauseshefightsme，butbecauseIforeseethemostappallingcatastrophe。ShewantsRickie，partlytoreplaceanothermanwhomshelosttwoyearsago，partlytomakesomethingoutofhim。Heistowrite。Intimeshewillgetsickofthis。Hewon’tgetfamous。Shewillonlyseehowthinheisandhowlame。Shewilllongforajollierhusband，andIdon’tblameher。And，havingmadehimthoroughlymiserableanddegraded，shewillbolt——ifshecandoitlikealady。"

SuchweretheopinionsofStewartAnsell。

IX

SevenletterswritteninJune:——

CambridgeDearRickie，Iwouldratherwrite，andyoucanguesswhatkindofletterthisiswhenIsayitisafaircopy:Ihavebeenmakingroughdraftsallthemorning。WhenItalkIgetangry，andalsoattimestrytobeclever——tworeasonswhyIfailtogetattentionpaidtome。

Thisisaletteroftheprudentsort。Ifitmakesyoubreakofftheengagement，itsworkisdone。Youarenotapersonwhooughttomarryatall。Youareunfittedinbody:thatweoncediscussed。Youarealsounfittedinsoul:youwantandyouneedtolikemanypeople，andamanofthatsortoughtnottomarry。

"Youneverwereattachedtothatgreatsect"whocanlikeonepersononly，andifyoutrytoenterityouwillfinddestruction。IhavereadinbooksandIcannotaffordtodespisebooks，theyareallthatIhavetogoby——thatmenandwomendesiredifferentthings。Manwantstolovemankind;womanwantstoloveoneman。Whenshehashimherworkisover。SheistheemissaryofNature，andNature’sbiddinghasbeenfulfilled。ButmandoesnotcareadamnforNature——oratleastonlyaverylittledamn。Hecaresforahundredthingsbesides，andthemorecivilizedheisthemorehewillcarefortheseotherhundredthings，anddemandnotonly——awifeandchildren，butalsofriends，andwork，andspiritualfreedom。

Ibelieveyoutobeextraordinarilycivilized。——Yoursever，S。A。