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at last。 〃I think I should be good at telling fortunes。〃
〃But you can't tell fortunes in that costume！〃
〃Can't I？〃 Mr。 Scogan surveyed himself。
〃You'll have to be dressed up。 Do you still persist？〃
〃I'm ready to suffer all indignities。〃
〃Good！〃 said Anne； and turning to Gombauld； 〃You must be our
lightning artist；〃 she said。 〃'Your portrait for a shilling in five minutes。'〃
〃It's a pity I'm not Ivor；〃 said Gombauld； with a laugh。 〃I could
throw in a picture of their Auras for an extra sixpence。〃
Mary flushed。 〃Nothing is to be gained；〃 she said severely； 〃by
speaking with levity of serious subjects。 And； after all； whatever your
personal views may be； psychical research is a perfectly serious subject。〃
〃And what about Denis？〃
Denis made a deprecating gesture。 〃I have no accomplishments；〃 he
said； 〃I'll just be one of those men who wear a thing in their buttonholes
and go about telling people which is the way to tea and not to walk on the
grass。〃
〃No； no；〃 said Anne。 〃That won't do。 You must do something more
than that。〃
〃But what？ All the good jobs are taken； and I can do nothing but lisp
in numbers。〃
〃Well； then； you must lisp；〃 concluded Anne。 〃You must write a
poem for the occasionan 'Ode on Bank Holiday。' We'll print it on Uncle
Henry's press and sell it at twopence a copy。〃
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〃Sixpence；〃 Denis protested。 〃It'll be worth sixpence。〃
Anne shook her head。 〃Twopence；〃 she repeated firmly。 〃Nobody
will pay more than twopence。〃
〃And now there's Jenny；〃 said Mr Wimbush。 〃Jenny；〃 he said； raising
his voice； 〃what will you do？〃
Denis thought of suggesting that she might draw caricatures at
sixpence an execution； but decided it would be wiser to go on feigning
ignorance of her talent。 His mind reverted to the red notebook。 Could it
really be true that he looked like that？
〃What will I do；〃 Jenny echoed； 〃what will I do？〃 She frowned
thoughtfully for a moment； then her face brightened and she smiled。
〃When I was young；〃 she said； 〃I learnt to play the drums。〃
〃The drums？〃
Jenny nodded； and； in proof of her assertion； agitated her knife and
fork； like a pair of drumsticks； over her plate。 〃If there's any opportunity
of playing the drums。。。〃 she began。
〃But of course；〃 said Anne； 〃there's any amount of opportunity。 We'll
put you down definitely for the drums。 That's the lot；〃 she added。
〃And a very good lot too；〃 said Gombauld。 〃I look forward to my
Bank Holiday。 It ought to be gay。〃
〃It ought indeed；〃 Mr Scogan assented。 〃But you may rest assured
that it won't be。 No holiday is ever anything but a disappointment。〃
〃Come； come；〃 protested Gombauld。 〃My holiday at Crome isn't
being a disappointment。〃
〃Isn't it？〃 Anne turned an ingenuous mask towards him。
〃No； it isn't；〃 he answered。
〃I'm delighted to hear it。〃
〃It's in the very nature of things；〃 Mr。 Scogan went on； 〃our holidays
can't help being disappointments。 Reflect for a moment。 What is a
holiday？ The ideal； the Platonic Holiday of Holidays is surely a
complete and absolute change。 You agree with me in my definition？〃
Mr。 Scogan glanced from face to face round the table； his sharp nose
moved in a series of rapid jerks through all the points of the compass。
There was no sign of dissent； he continued： 〃A complete and absolute
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change； very well。 But isn't a complete and absolute change precisely the
thing we can never havenever； in the very nature of things？〃 Mr。
Scogan once more looked rapidly about him。 〃Of course it is。 As
ourselves； as specimens of Homo Sapiens； as members of a society； how
can we hope to have anything like an absolute change？ We are tied down
by the frightful limitation of our human faculties； by the notions which
society imposes on us through our fatal suggestibility； by our own
personalities。 For us； a complete holiday is out of the question。 Some
of us struggle manfully to take one； but we never succeed； if I may be
allowed to express myself metaphorically； we never succeed in getting
farther than Southend。〃
〃You're depressing；〃 said Anne。
〃I mean to be；〃 Mr。 Scogan replied； and； expanding the fingers of his
right hand； he went on： 〃Look at me； for example。 What sort of a
holiday can I take？ In endowing me with passions and faculties Nature
has been horribly niggardly。 The full range of human potentialities is in
any case distressingly limited； my range is a limitation within a limitation。
Out of the ten octaves that make up the human instrument； I can compass
perhaps two。 Thus； while I may have a certain amount of intelligence； I
have no aesthetic sense； while I possess the mathematical faculty； I am
wholly without the religious emotions； while I am naturally addicted to
venery； I have little ambition and am not at all avaricious。 Education has
further limited my scope。 Having been brought up in society； I am
impregnated with its laws； not only should I be afraid of taking a holiday
from them； I should also feel it painful to try to do so。 In a word； I have a
conscience as well as a fear of gaol。 Yes； I know it by experience。 How
often have I tried to take holidays； to get away from myself； my own
boring nature； my insufferable mental surroundings！〃 Mr。 Scogan sighed。
〃But always without success；〃 he added； 〃always without success。 In my
youth I was always strivinghow hard！to feel religiously and
aesthetically。 Here； said I to myself； are two tremendously important and
exciting emotions。 Life would