said Flavia, âand I suppose no voice.â
âAnd Flavia might say she wanted something to eat in the middle of the day,â said Cassius.
âIt is true that I might,â said his wife.
âSo it only leaves me to dispense with the meal. And that would not make much difference.â
âIt would to yourself,â said old Mr Clare. âHave you thought of the difference it would make?â
âIt may not be worth while to make the change for one person.â
âIt is for you to decide,â said Flavia. âIt involves no one else.â
âSo you have upset your scheme, my boy,â said Mr Clare. Cassius began to carve the meat, breathing rather deeply.
âWill you have any of this?â he said to his wife.
âI will have what I usually do.â
âA good deal, isnât it?â said Cassius, seeming to operate with some effort.
âI should think an average amount.â
âThis is not a meal we were to dispense with,â said Mr Clare.
âI think most women eat less,â said Cassius, looking at the plate as it left him.
âWell, this is what I will eat,â said his wife.
âI wonder what we are quarrelling about.â
âYou can hardly do that, my boy, as you have arranged it,â said Mr Clare.
âDo you think that bookcase would look better further to the left?â said Cassius, with his head to one side.
âNot to me, when I have seen it where it is for so long. It would look in the wrong place. And I should think it would to you, as you have seen it there for even longer.â
Cassius regarded it in independent consideration.
âDid you say you had seen the children this morning?â he said to his wife, as though realizing no more than this about her utterance.
âI did not say so, as you know. But I have seen them or seen four of them,â said Flavia, her voice changing as she spoke. âAnd a picture they made, alike and different, and individual and the same. Toby was still asleep.â
âDid Miss Ridley add to the picture?â
âShe looked herself, as she does. Yes, she added something of her own. I hope the post is what she needs.â
âI hope she is the person to fill it. That should be our concern.â
âIt was naturally our chief one. It should not exclude the other. I am afraid it tends to do so.â
âI am sure of it,â said Mr Clare. âI would not say I was afraid.â
Cassius looked at his companionsâ plates, and took a shred of meat himself, as if to fill the time. In a moment he gave a sigh and fully supplied his plate, as though conformity were unavoidable. As he did so, he happened to meet his wifeâs eyes.
âHaving my luncheon after all!â he said, as if quoting her thought.
âA good many people are doing that.â
âBut they did not say they would not have any,â said Cassius, still in the quoting tone.
âI daresay they did. It is a thing people do.â
âSo I am just like anyone else?â
âNo, you need not be afraid of it, my boy,â said Mr Clare.
âLike a good many people in that,â said Flavia.
âAnd you are different?â said Cassius.
âI may be in the minority. The matter is a small one.â
âHow many of us think that about ourselves?â
âAll of us,â said his father. âAnd not only on that ground.â
âOn more important ones?â
âYes, yes, on those, my boy.â
âI hardly think we are all so much alike,â said Flavia.
âNeither do I,â said Cassius. âI often wonder if I belong to the same species as other people.â
âAnd what conclusion do you come to?â said Mr Clare.
âTo my own conclusion. I daresay you often wonder it about yourself.â
âNo, I know I belong to the same. I have had long enough to learn it.â
âDo we mean the same thing, or