and have led a luxurious life, I think it does them great credit that they would not so much as employ a deputy.
As we drove back to Maintenance â
âMore meat for the demagogues,â said Mansel. âYou see, theyâre landed gentry. That they work like galley-slaves is beside the point. They are the master and mistress of Buckram Place.â
âThatâs Communism,â said Jenny.
âAll demagogues,â said I, âare convertible Communists.â
âHow dâyou convert them, darling?â
âMake them landed gentry,â said I. âBut I donât think theyâd live in two rooms at Buckram Place.â
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The Earl and Countess of Avon drove over to luncheon with us on the following day.
They were a gentle pair. Nol Avon was more than half blind from a wound in the first great war: it was Julieâs pride and pleasure to lend her husband her eyes. To see them together was moving â each loved the other so well. For the last few years, except to visit close friends, they seldom moved outside their beautiful Hampshire home. I except their visits to Canada, where Avon had a fine ranch.
âIâm ashamed of you, Nol,â said Mansel. âStripping Lockley like this.â
Nol Avon laughed.
âFor The Masterâs Lodging, you mean? Weâre not giving very much. Besides, the stuff will go to a very good home. What is the sense of keeping it to be sold?â
âOh, I know,â said Mansel. âHave you really made Boy free of your beautiful library?â
âJonah, as you probably saw, six months ago old Raven of Maidenhair died. When his library came to be sold, a dealer measured the shelves with a three-foot rule â and purchased those handsome volumes at so much a yard.â
âMy God,â said I.
âItâs true,â said Nol. âAnd weâre sentimental enough to feel that such fine and faithful servants shouldnât be treated like that.â He sighed. âThe children should be all right. Theyâre taking to Canada. Not what Iâd hoped, of course. But I think itâs best. And we shall get through somehow⦠The staff and the tenants are safe â Iâve seen to that. Itâs best to do these things while yet there is time. And the Public Trustee has been extremely helpful. The Income Tax people are cross, but weâve nothing to hide. Weâve been living on the family silver for more than a year.â
âO wise Lord Avon,â said Mansel.
âSay rather âprudentâ, Jonah.â
âOr méchant ,â said Julie. âQuand on lâattaque, il se défend.â
âVery good,â cried Jenny, clapping her hands. âYouâll be known as the wicked Lord Avon in days to come.â
âTo that, my sweet, I am prepared to submit. And you, Richard?â
âWeâre living on capital, too. If we werenât, we shouldnât be here. Nor would the staff. And they donât want to leave Maintenance. Of course we donât hunt any more, but we do what we can with the farms and I think we shall just make out.â
âAnd Berry and Daphne, Jonah?â
âThey canât come back,â said Jonah. âBerry would never survive a winter here. Heâs quite all right by Lisbon. And Jill and Boy wonât leave them. Iâm very thankful to winter there myself.â
âHow wise you were to make over White Ladies when you did.â
âIt broke our hearts,â said Mansel, âbut we felt it was right.â
âAnd that will survive; but Maintenance, Lockley and Buckram will disappear. I donât like the present much: but I like the look of the future a good deal less.â
Mansel nodded. âIn twenty or thirty years, the process of levelling down will be complete. That is, if no catastrophe occurs. Nothing worth having will be left. Thereâll be no one and nothing to look up to, no