Death And the Jubilee
“A stiff breeze, driving hard through the trees, had sent most of the walkers home to Sunday evening tea or Sunday evening service. But for Richard Martin and Sophie Williams, this was how they liked it. During the week they met rarely, Sophie often busy with her suffragist activities and Richard reluctant to face the censure of his mother.
‘Where do you think you are going now, Richard?’ she would say, sometimes tracking him down as he tried to escape through the small back door. ‘You’re not creeping out to meet that girl again, are you? Haven’t I warned you about her before? What would your poor father say if he knew that his son was leaving his mother all alone in our little house to carry on with that young woman?’ Richard suspected that his father would have wished him luck in the pursuit of such a pretty girl as Sophie Williams, but he never said so. It was easier, as well as more dutiful, to follow her wishes.
But Sundays, he felt, Sundays were his own, the only day comp...letely clear of his work in the City.MoreLess
‘Where do you think you are going now, Richard?’ she would say, sometimes tracking him down as he tried to escape through the small back door. ‘You’re not creeping out to meet that girl again, are you? Haven’t I warned you about her before? What would your poor father say if he knew that his son was leaving his mother all alone in our little house to carry on with that young woman?’ Richard suspected that his father would have wished him luck in the pursuit of such a pretty girl as Sophie Williams, but he never said so. It was easier, as well as more dutiful, to follow her wishes.
But Sundays, he felt, Sundays were his own, the only day comp...letely clear of his work in the City.MoreLess
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