It was quite shady under the tree; the sun could not get at him, only

make the rest of the world bright so that he could see the Grand Stand

at Epsom away out there, very far, and the cows cropping the clover in

the field and swishing at the flies with their tails. He smelled the

scent of limes, and lavender. Ah! that was why there was such a racket

of bees. They were excited--busy, as his heart was busy and excited.

Drowsy, too, drowsy and drugged on honey and happiness; as his heart was

drugged and drowsy. Summer--summer--they seemed saying; great bees and

little bees, and the flies too!

The stable clock struck four; in half an hour she would be here. He

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would have just one tiny nap, because he had had so little sleep of

late; and then he would be fresh for her, fresh for youth and beauty,

coming towards him across the sunlit lawn--lady in grey! And settling

back in his chair he closed his eyes. Some thistle-down came on what

little air there was, and pitched on his moustache more white than

itself. He did not know; but his breathing stirred it, caught there.

A ray of sunlight struck through and lodged on his boot. A bumble-bee

alighted and strolled on the crown of his Panama hat. And the delicious

surge of slumber reached the brain beneath that hat, and the head swayed

forward and rested on his breast. Summer--summer! So went the hum.

The stable clock struck the quarter past. The dog Balthasar stretched

and looked up at his master. The thistledown no longer moved. The dog

placed his chin over the sunlit foot. It did not stir. The dog withdrew

his chin quickly, rose, and leaped on old Jolyon's lap, looked in his

face, whined; then, leaping down, sat on his haunches, gazing up. And

suddenly he uttered a long, long howl.

But the thistledown was still as death, and the face of his old master.

Summer--summer--summer! The soundless footsteps on the grass! 1917




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