ting more and more pleased with himself and emphatic... and nothing
behind it. As often as not you could pick out the logical fallacy if
you took the trouble.... Preachers knew no more than anyone else... you
could see by their faces... sheeps' faces.... What a terrible life...
and wives and children in the homes taking them for granted....

4

Certainly it was wrong to listen to sermons... stultifying... unless
they were intellectual... lectures like Mr. Brough's... that was as bad,
because they were not sermons.... either kind was bad and ought not to
be allowed... a homily... sermons... homilies... a quiet homily might
be something rather nice... and have not _Charity_--sounding brass and
tinkling cymbal.... Caritas... I have _none_ I am sure.... Fraulein
Pfaff would listen. She would smile afterwards and talk about a "schone
Predigt"--certainly.... If she should ask about the sermon? Everything
would come out then.

What would be the good? Fraulein would not understand. It would
be better to pretend. She could not think of any woman who would
understand. And she would be obliged to live somewhere. She must pretend
to somebody. She wanted to go on, to see the spring. But must she always
be pretending? Would it always be that... living with exasperating women
who did not understand... pretending... grimacing?... Were German women
the same? She wished she could tell Eve the things she was beginning
to feel about women. These English girls were just the same. Millie...
sweet lovely Millie.... How she wished she had never spoken to her.
Never said, "Are you fond of crochet?"... Millie saying, "You must know
all my people," and then telling her a list of names and describing all
her family. She had been so pleased for the first moment. It had made
her feel suddenly happy to hear an English voice talking familiarly to
her in the saal. And then at the end of a few moments she had known she
never wanted to hear anything more of Millie and her people. It seemed
strange that this girl talking about her brothers' hobbies and the
colour of her sister's hair was the Millie she had first seen the night
of the Vorspielen with the "Madonna" face and no feet. Millie was
smug. Millie would smile when she was a little older--and she would go
respectfully to church all her life--Miriam had felt a horror even of
the work-basket Millie had been tidying during their conversation--and
Millie had gone upstairs, she knew, feeling that