Imagine that you are Beatrice. Ask Daphne about:

195. her childhood and her parents.

196. her work for Mrs. Van Hopper.

197. her first meeting with Maxim.

198. her tastes in clothes, literature, music, etc.

199. her impressions of Manderley.

200. her relations with Mrs. Danvers.

w Discussion Tasks

Say why:

201. Daphne wanted to run away when she heard the sound of the car.

202. she was glad that her rooms were in the east wing.

203. she did not want Mrs. Danvers to show her over the west wing.

204. she was not hurt by Beatrice examining her.

205. Beatrice liked Daphne at first sight.

206. Mrs. Danvers resented Daphne's presence in Man­derley.

207. Daphne was not happy when Maxim stroked her hand.

^{CHAPTER 8}

We watched the car disappear round the corner of the drive, and then Maxim took my arm and said, "Thank God, that's over. Get a coat quickly and come out."

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"Wait while I run upstairs for my coat," I said.

"There's a pile of mackintoshes in the flower room, get one of them," he said impatiently, "women always spend half an hour when they go to their bedrooms. Robert, fetch a coat from the flower room, please, for Mrs. de Winter."

Presently Robert came running out of the hall carry­ing a raincoat, and I put it on hurriedly. It was too big and too long, but there was no time to change it, and we set off together across the lawn to the woods with Jasper running in front.

The trees grew very close together, and it was dark. We came to a clearing in the woods, and there were two paths, going in opposite directions. Jasper took the right path without hesitation.

"I suppose he's used to it," Maxim said briefly; "it leads to a small cove, where we kept a boat. Come on, Jasper, old man."

We turned into the left path, not saying anything, and presently I looked over my shoulder and saw that Jasper was following us. We had walked for about an hour when Maxim said suddenly, "There, take a look at that."

We stood on a slope of a hill, and the path twisted before us to a valley by the side of a running stream. There were no dark trees here, but on both sides of the narrow path stood azaleas and rhododendrons, drooping their lovely, delicate heads in the soft summer rain. The air was full of their scent, sweet and heady, and Maxim picked up a flower and gave it to me.

"We call this place the Happy Valley," he said.

I held Maxim's hand and did not speak. I was under the spell of the Happy Valley. This was the heart of Man-derley, the Manderley I would know and learn to love. We came on the beach and began to throw little stones into

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the sea. Then we looked round and saw that Jasper had disappeared. We called and whistled but he did not come.

We walked up the beach towards the valley once again, "Jasper, Jasper," called Maxim.

In the distance, beyond the rocks to the right of the beach, I heard a short, sharp bark. "Hear that?" I said. "He's run over this way." I began to climb up the slip­pery rocks in the direction of the bark.

"Come back," Maxim said sharply; "we don't want to go that way. This foolish dog must look after himself."

I hesitated, looking down from the rock. "Perhaps he's fallen," I said, "poor little boy. Let me fetch him."

"He's all right," said Maxim irritably; "why not leave him? He knows the way back."

I pretended not to hear and began climbing over the rocks towards Jasper. Looking around I saw, to my sur­prise, a cove, behind which the bay formed a tiny nat­ural harbour. There was a buoy anchored there, but no boat. And a little farther on stood half cottage, half boat-house, built of stones.

There was a man on the beach, a fisherman perhaps, and Jasper was barking at him, running round him in circles. "Jasper," I shouted, "Jasper, come here."

The dog looked up, wagging his tail, but did not obey me. I climbed down over the rocks to the beach be­low. The man looked up at the sound. He smiled at me, showing toothless gums.

"G'day," he said.

"Good afternoon," I said. "Have you got any string?"

"Eh?" he said.

"Have you got any string?" I repeated. "I want some­thing to tie the dog. He doesn't follow me." "Eh?" he said and smiled an idiot's smile. "All right," I said. "It doesn't matter."

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I wondered if there was any string in the boat-house, and I walked up the beach towards it. There must have been a garden once, but now the grass was long, crowded with nettles. To my surprise I easily opened the door and went inside. The room was furnished; there was a desk in the corner, a table, and chairs, and a bed-sofa against the wall. Bookshelves with the books inside it and models of ships standing on the shelves. For a moment I thought it must be inhabited but I looked around me again and saw no sign of recent occupation. It was damp in the cottage, damp, and cold, and dark. I did not like it.

I looked about me for some string. There was anoth­er door at the end of the room, and I went there. Here were the ropes, two or three sails, pots of paints and other things that are needed for boats. A ball of string lay on a shelf and a rusted knife beside it. I opened the knife and cut a piece of a string. Then I hurriedly came out of the cottage, not looking behind me.

The man was watching me. Jasper was at his side.

"Come along, Jasper," I said, "come along, good dog." I bent down and this time he allowed me to tie a string to his collar.

"Good-bye," I said, pulling Jasper.

The man nodded, staring at me with his narrow id­iot's eyes. "She's gone in the sea, ain't she?" he said. "She won't come back no more?"

"No," I said, "she'll not come back."

I walked along the beach and saw Maxim waiting for me by the rocks with his hands in his pockets.

"I'm sorry," I said, "Jasper would not come. I had to get some string."

He turned abruptly on his heels and went towards the wood.

"There was a man on the beach," I said. "Who was he?"

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"Only Ben," said Maxim; "he's quite harmless, poor devil. His father used to be one of the keepers. Where did you get that piece of rope?"

"I found it in the cottage on the beach," I said.

"Was the door open?"

"Yes, I pushed it open. I found the string in the oth­er room, where the sails were, and a small boat."

"Oh," he said shortly. "Oh, I see," and then he added after a moment or two: "That cottage must be locked."

"The place looks deserted," I said. "There was dust everywhere and it was terribly damp. I'm afraid those books will be quite spoilt, and the chairs, and that sofa. There are rats there, too."

Maxim did not reply. He walked very fast, so that Jasper and I could hardly keep up with him.

"Stop, Maxim," I asked, "we're tired."

"I told you not to go on those rocks, and now you are complaining that you're tired."

"I'm not complaining," I said. "Anyone, even if they had legs of iron, would be tired walking at such pace. I thought you would come with me when I went after Jasper, instead of staying behind."

"I did not want to go to the other beach. Do you un­derstand that? I never go near that bloody place¹ and that damned cottage. And if you had my memories, you would not want to go there either, or talk about it, or even think about it."

His face was white, and his eyes had that dark lost look they had when I first met him. I put out my hand to him.

"Please, Maxim," I said, "I don't want you to look like that. Let's forget about it. I'm sorry, darling. I'm sorry. Let everything be all right."

bloody place — проклятое место

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"We ought to have stayed in Italy," he said. "We ought never to have come back to Manderley. Oh, God, what a fool I was to come back."

I felt tears straying on my cheeks and automatical­ly felt in my pocket for a handkerchief. I drew it out, a little thing with lace on the edges. I stared at it, frowning, for it was not mine. There was a monogram in the corner. A tall sloping R, with the letters de W interlaced.

I must have been the first person to put on that mackintosh since the handkerchief was used. She who had worn the coat then was tall, slim, broader than me about the shoulders, for I had found it big and long.

There was a pink mark upon the handkerchief. The mark of a lip-stick. She had rubbed her lips with the handkerchief, and then rolled it in a ball and left it in the pocket. I wiped my eyes with the handkerchief, and as I did so I noticed that a scent was still about it. A scent 1 recognized, a scent I knew. I shut my eyes and tried to remember.

And then I realized that the scent upon the hand­kerchief was the same as the scent of the azaleas in the Happy Valley.

Activities

? Pre-reading Task

Practise the pronunciation of the following words:

air, whistle, climb, harbour, buoy, anchore, sign. [еэ] f'wisl] [klaim] ['horbs] [bai] ['аедкз] [sain]