XXVIWhen Nona told her mother that she wanted to go to town the next day to see Mrs. Bruss and Maisie, Mrs. Manford said: “It’s only what I expected of you, darling,” and added after a moment: “Do you think I ought—?”
“No, of course not. It would simply worry Maisie.”
Nona knew it was the answer that her mother awaited. She knew that nothing frightened and disorganized Pauline as much as direct contact with physical or moral suffering—especially physical. Her whole life (if one chose to look at it from a certain angle) had been a long uninterrupted struggle against the encroachment of every form of pain. The first step, always, was to conjure it, bribe it away, by every possible expenditure—except of one’s self. Cheques, surgeons, nurses, private rooms in hospitals, X-rays, radium, whate
