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restless and ill at ease not seeing Ellie and knowing she’d gone abroad to France. I had a bit of news about the Gipsy’s Acre property too. Apparently it had been sold by private treaty but there wasn’t much information about who’d bought it. Some firm of London solicitors apparently were named as the purchasers. I tried to get more information about it, but I couldn’t. The firm in question were very cagey. Naturally I didn’t approach the principals. I palled up to one of their clerks and so got a little vague information. It had been bought for a very rich client who was going to hold it as a good investment capable of appreciation when the land in that part of the country was becoming more developed.
    It’s very hard to find out about things when you’re dealing with really exclusive firms. Everything is as much of a deadly secret as though they were M.I.5 or something! Everyone is always acting on behalf of someone else who can’t be named or spoken of! Takeover bids aren’t in it!
    I got into a terrible state of restlessness. I stopped thinking about it all and I went and saw my mother.
    I hadn’t been to see her for a good long time.

Six
    M y mother lived in the same street she had lived in for the last twenty years, a street of drab houses all highly respectable and devoid of any kind of beauty or interest. The front doorstep was nicely whitened and it looked just the same as usual. It was No. 46. I pressed the front doorbell. My mother opened the door and stood there looking at me. She looked just the same as usual, too. Tall and angular, grey hair parted in the middle, mouth like a rattrap, and eyes that were eternally suspicious. She looked hard as nails. But where I was concerned there was a core of softness somewhere in her. She never showed it, not if she could help it, but I’d found out that it was there. She’d never stopped for a moment wanting me to be different but her wishes were never going to come true. There was a perpetual state of stalemate between us.
    â€œOh,” she said, “so it’s you.”
    â€œYes,” I said, “it’s me.”
    She drew back a little to let me pass and I came into the house and went on past the sitting room door and into the kitchen. She followed me and stood looking at me.
    â€œIt’s been quite a long time,” she said. “What have you been doing?”
    I shrugged my shoulders.
    â€œThis and that,” I said.
    â€œAh,” said my mother, “as usual, eh?”
    â€œAs usual,” I agreed.
    â€œHow many jobs have you had since I saw you last?”
    I thought a minute. “Five,” I said.
    â€œI wish you’d grow up.”
    â€œI’m fully adult,” I said. “I have chosen my way of life. How have things been with you?” I added.
    â€œAlso as usual,” said my mother.
    â€œQuite well and all that?”
    â€œI’ve no time to waste being ill,” said my mother. Then she said abruptly, “What have you come for?”
    â€œShould I have come for anything in particular?”
    â€œYou usually do.”
    â€œI don’t see why you should disapprove so strongly of my seeing the world,” I said.
    â€œDriving luxurious cars all over the Continent! Is that your idea of seeing the world?”
    â€œCertainly.”
    â€œYou won’t make much of a success in that. Not if you throw up the job at a day’s notice and go sick, dumping your clients in some heathen town.”
    â€œHow did you know about that?”
    â€œYour firm rang up. They wanted to know if I knew your address.”
    â€œWhat did they want me for?”
    â€œThey wanted to reemploy you I suppose,” said my mother. “I can’t think why.”
    â€œBecause I’m a good driver and the clients like me. Anyway, I couldn’t help it if I went sick, could I?”
    â€œI don’t know,” said my mother.
    Her