Mauritius

Chapter 39

Stay here and I will tell you about my dream.I dreamed of my old foreign grandfather, he was a weirdo with a great sense of humor.I'd like to know how you would feel if you met him.He always believed that after death, people go to the sun.However, he was harsh on his employees. "

"I dreamed that Master Borenius was trying to drown me. Now I really have to go. I can't talk about dreams, don't you know? Otherwise, Mr. Ayres will scold me."

"Alek, did you ever dream that you had a friend? Just 'my friend' and nothing else, helping each other. A friend." He repeated, suddenly tender. "The friendship between each other lasts a lifetime. I guess such a thing can't really happen, except in sleep."

However, the time for chatting has passed.The class is calling, and as the sun rises, the cracks in the floorboards open again.When he reached the window Maurice called, "Scudder." He turned like a well-trained dog.

"Alek, you are a good man, and we are both very satisfied."

"Go to sleep, there's no hurry on your part," he said kindly, picking up the gun that had protected them all night.The top of the ladder quivered slightly in the twilight, then remained still.The slight "creak" sound of stepping on the gravel, and the "click" sound of the fence separating the garden from the manor.Then absolute silence filled the Auburn House, as if nothing had happened.After a while, the noise of a new day broke the silence.

Maurice unlocked the door and hurried back to bed.

"Pull the curtains, sir? What a breeze, fine weather for a match," said Simcox, a little excited, bringing in his tea.He glanced at the guest's only full head of black hair showing.Morris did not answer.Simcox, who had hoped to chat with his guests as usual, had nothing to do this morning, so he gathered his tuxedo and other clothes and dusted them off.

Both Simcox and Scudder are servants.Maurice sat up and drank a cup of tea.Now he wanted to give Scudder a considerable present, and he did, but what?What should be given to a person of his position?Motorcycles are not suitable.Then he remembered that Scudder was about to emigrate overseas, and now the problem was easy to solve.But he still looked puzzled, for he wondered if Simcox had been surprised to find the door locked.Did his "draw the curtains, sir?" mean anything?Below the windows, there was a loud noise.He tried to take another nap, but the movement of others got in his way.

"What are you wearing this morning, sir?" asked Simcox, returning to the house. "How about you just wear your cricket flannels? Better than a tweed suit."

"Ok."

"Would you like to put on that sports coat with the name of the college on it again, sir?"

"No—ah, yes."

"Excellent, sir." He put the two socks together, and went on thoughtfully: "Oh, so they finally removed the ladder, which should have been done long ago." And Maurice also noticed The tip of the ladder towards the sky was gone. "I can assure you that it was still here when I brought you your tea, sir. But we can never be sure."

"No, never." Morris echoed.It was difficult for him to speak, and he felt lost.When Simcox left, he was relieved.But the thought of having breakfast at the same table with Mrs. Durham, and what would be an appropriate gift for a new companion, was still depressing.I couldn't send him a check, for fear that it would arouse suspicion when it was cashed.When changing clothes, I feel more and more bored.He is not a person who likes to dress up, but he pays attention to his appearance like an ordinary gentleman living in the suburbs.It all seemed out of place.Then, the gong was struck.He was going downstairs to have breakfast when he saw a small piece of mud clinging to the window sill.Scudder was cautious, but not cautious enough.When at last he came down, all in white, to take his place in society, he had a headache and was about to faint.

There was a pile of letters, each of which upset him.Ada's letter was the most solemn.Kitty's letter said: Mother looked exhausted.Aunt Ada wrote on the postcard: She wants to know whether the driver of the car should obey the orders. Could it be that she has misunderstood?Dull correspondence on business, proclamations from college missions, drill proclamations from the Zouaves, golf clubs, and property protection societies.Across the stack of letters, he bowed humorously to the hostess.She barely answered him, and his face flushed.Mrs. Durham was only anxious about the letters she had received.But he didn't understand this, and he couldn't stop at this point.Everyone present seemed to be a stranger, which frightened him to the extreme.He was talking to a race utterly ignorant of its nature and circumstances, whose food even smelled foul.

After breakfast Simcox resumed his attack. "My lord, while Mr. Durham was away, the servants felt—that it would be a great honor for you to be our captain in the upcoming 'Manor and Village' match."

"I'm not good at cricket, Sim Cox. Who's your best batsman?"

"There's none better among us than that gamekeeper down there."

"Then let the gamekeeper down there be captain."

Simcox would not back down, saying, "Once a gentleman takes the lead, the chances of winning are much greater."

"Tell 'em put me in the fielder—I'm never going to hit first. If the captain wants me to be about the No. 8 hitter—never the No. 1. You can tell him 'cause it's my turn." I just went to the field when it was time." He felt uncomfortable, so he closed his eyes.He is reaping the consequences, blind to the nature of the consequences.If he had any religion, he would have called it remorse, and in spite of his wretchedness he remained a free soul.

Morris hated cricket.Hitting the ball with the rim of the bat requires a skill that he lacks.Although he had played many times for Clive's sake, he didn't like to play with people of lower social class than himself.Football was different - he could play head-to-head - but in cricket he could be pushed out or battered by some rude young man.He thought it was inappropriate.He heard.When a coin toss is used to determine which side attacks first, his side wins.So, it took half an hour to go down.Mrs. Durham and a friend or two were already sitting in the pavilion, and they were all very quiet.Maurice crouched at their feet, watching the game.It is no different from the games held in earlier years.The rest of the team on his side were servants, and they surrounded old Ayres, who was keeping score, at a distance of twelve yards.Elder Ayres has always kept score.

"The captain hit the ball first," said one lady. "A gentleman would never do that. I'm interested in the little differences."

"The captain is clearly the best batsman on our side," Morris said.

She yawned and immediately commented.She intuitively saw that the man was conceited, and her voice dropped suddenly into the summer breeze.He is about to emigrate overseas.Mrs Durham said—the most energetic people emigrated—then the conversation turned to politics and Clive.Maurice rested his chin on his knees, brooding gloomily.Intense disgust welled up in his heart, and he didn't know where to vent it.Regardless of whether the women were chatting, whether Alek hit Mr. Borenius's handball, whether the villagers applauded or not, his mood was indescribably depressed.He swallowed a potion of unknown origin.His life was shaken from the ground up, and he didn't know what would crumble to dust.

When Maurice went to bat, a new inning was beginning, so Alec caught the first ball.His style of play changed, he was no longer cautious, and he slammed the ball into the fern bushes with all his heart.He raised his eyes, looked at Morris, smiled, and the ball was gone.The second time he hit a top-scoring boundary ball.Although untrained, he was physically fit for cricket, and he played with poise.Maurice also cheered up.He wasn't depressed anymore, he just felt like he and Alek were fighting the world.Not only Borenius and the team, but it seemed that the audience in the pavilion and all of England had gathered around the wickets.They're fighting for each other, for their fragile relationship - and if one falls, the other will fall too.They have no intention of harming the world, but whenever the opponent attacks, they must strike hard.They must be on their guard, and fight back with all their might.They must let everyone understand that if two people work together, the other party will not be able to win even if there are many people.As the game progresses, connections to the events of the night are made and their meaning explained.Clive ended it all with ease.As soon as he played, the two of them were no longer the main force.Everyone turned their heads to him, the game faded, stopped, and Alek was out of office.When Clive, the squire, arrives,