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that was all. It just passed over. I was thankful, for it had been on my mind for years. I had never believed since I found something that did me better, quite as a kid, and when I came to know Risley and his crew it seemed imperative to speak out. You know what a point they make of that—it's really their main point. So I spoke out. She said, 'Oh yes, you'll be wiser when you are as old as me': the mildest form of the thing conceivable, and I went away rejoicing. Now it's all come up again."
    "Why?"
    "Why? On account of Christmas. I didn't want to communicate. You're supposed to receive it three times a year—"
    "Yes, I know. Holy Communion."
    "—and at Christmas it came round. I said I wouldn't. Mother wheedled me in a way quite unlike her, asked me to do it this once to please her—then got cross, said I would damage her reputation as well as my own—we're the local squires and the neighbourhood's uncivilized. But what I couldn't stand was the end. She said I was wicked. I could have honoured her if she had said that six months before, but now! now to drag in holy words like wickedness and goodness in order to make me do what I disbelieved. I told her I have my own communions. If I went to them as you and the girls are doing to yours my gods would kill me!' I suppose that was too strong."
    Maurice, not well understanding, said, "So did you go?"
    "Where?"
    "To the church."
    Durham sprang up. His face was disgusted. Then he bit his lip and began to smile.
    "No, I didn't go to church, Hall. I thought that was plain."
    "I'm sorry—I wish you'd sit down. I didn't mean to offend you. I'm rather slow at catching."
    Durham squatted on the rug close to Maurice's chair. "Have you known Chapman long?" he asked after a pause.
    "Here and at school, five years."
    "Oh." He seemed to reflect. "Give me a cigarette. Put it in my mouth. Thanks." Maurice supposed the talk was over, but after the swirl he went on. "You see—you mentioned you had a mother and two sisters, which is exactly my own allowance, and all through the row I was wondering what you would have done in my position."
    "Your mother must be very different to mine."
    "What is yours like?"
    "She never makes a row about anything."
    "Because you've never yet done anything she wouldn't approve, I expect—and never will."
    "Oh no, she wouldn't fag herself."
    "You can't tell, Hall, especially with women. I'm sick with her. That's my real trouble that I want your help about."
    "She'll come round."
    "Exactly, my dear chap, but shall I? I must have been pretending to like her. This row has shattered my he. I did think I had stopped building lies. I despise her character, I am disgusted with her. There, I have told you what no one else in the world knows."
    Maurice clenched his fist and hit Durham lightly on the head with it. "Hard luck," he breathed.
    "Tell me about your home life."
    "There's nothing to tell. We just go on."
    "Lucky devils."
    "Oh, I don't know. Are you ragging, or was your vac really beastly, Durham?"
    "Absolute Hell, misery and Hell."
    Maurice's fist unclenched to reform with a handful of hair in its grasp.
    "Waou, that hurts!" cried the other joyously.
    "What did your sisters say about Holy Communion?"
    "One's married a clerg—No, that hurts."
    "Absolute Hell, eh?"
    "Hall, I never knew you were a fool—" he possessed himself of Maurice's hand— "and the other's engaged to Archibald London, Esquire, of the—Waou! Ee! Shut up, I'm going." He fell between Maurice's knees.
    "Well, why don't you go if you're going?"
    "Because I can't go."
    It was the first time he had dared to play with Durham. Religion and relatives faded into the background, as he rolled him up in the hearth rug and fitted his head into the waste-paper basket. Hearing the noise, Fetherstonhaugh ran up and helped. There was nothing but ragging for many days after that, Durham becoming quite as silly as himself. Wherever they met, which was everywhere, they would butt and spar and embroil their