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CHAPTER XVIII

" Don't be rude, Denis. If you can't control your temper, I shall leave you." .
" All right, do." Curse, damn, blast, he said aloud, when his mother had gone. He picked up his racket and banged it on the grass till the frame trembled. Thank God he was going back to Eton in two days. At least he was left alone at Eton when he felt rotten. He would like to hide in the middle of a thick wood and never come out. At the same time it would be rather fun hearing the shouts of his father and mother and Joan, and perhaps Maureen, beating through the thickets. That was the real reason, why suicide was so unsatisfactory. He could never see the faces and hear the voices of people standing round the body. " Poor old Denis. He was a decent fellow. I wonder why he did it ? It was all our fault." But he would hear nothing, he supposed, and without an audience it was not worth it. He felt better now. There were still two days left before compulsory work and football began. He went indoors and read the Cornhill till lunch.
On the last day of the holidays Denis made his usual round of farewells. There was Mrs. Mallard, the cook, to be visited. Mrs. Mallard had made an iced cake for him to take back to Eton, and its presentation lent a cheerful note to the visit. Since both Denis and his family had tacitly agreed that the sooner he went back the better for everyone, there had been little pretence of sorrow on either side. It was like walking up Windsor Hill to the dentist's; a grim business in itself, but once in the waiting-room, he laughed and joked with fellow sufferers. It was bad form to allude seric,usly to the common fate ; but if this rule were observed the awkward moment could be positively festive.
With the gardener and his wife, Denis exchanged sly jests of ancient standing and hints at the things he did at Eton.
" Glad to be going back, Master Denis ?" said Mrs. York.
" Not half," said Denis.

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