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No；the presents reside in a sort of rocky landscape made of crumpled brown paper.""You spoke of your 'next house，'Miss Schlegel.

Then are you leaving Wickham Place？"

"Yes，in two or three years，when the lease expires.

We must."

"Have you been there long？"

"All our lives."

"You will be very sorry to leave it."

"I suppose so.We scarcely realize it yet.

My father--"She broke off，for they had reached the stationery department of the Haymarket Stores，and Mrs.Wilcox wanted to order some private greeting cards.

"If possible，something distinctive，"she sighed.

At the counter she found a friend，bent on the same errand，and conversed with her insipidly，wasting much time."My husband and our daughter are motoring.""Bertha too？Oh，fancy，what a coincidence！"Margaret，though not practical，could shine in such company as this.

While they talked，she went through a volume of specimen cards，and submitted one for Mrs.Wilcox's inspection.Mrs.Wilcox was delighted--so original，words so sweet；she would order a hundred like that，and could never be sufficiently grateful.Then，just as the assistant was booking the order，she said："Do you know，I'll wait.On second thoughts，I'll wait.There's plenty of time still，isn't there，and I shall be able to get Evie's opinion."They returned to the carriage by devious paths；when they were in，she said，"But couldn't you get it renewed？""I beg your pardon？"asked Margaret.

"The lease，I mean."

"Oh，the lease！Have you been thinking of that all the time？How very kind of you！""Surely something could be done."

"No；values have risen too enormously.They mean to pull down Wickham Place，and build flats like yours.""But how horrible！"

"Landlords are horrible."

Then she said vehemently："It is monstrous，Miss Schlegel；it isn't right.I had no idea that this was hanging over you.I do pity you from the bottom of my heart.To be parted from your house，your father's house--it oughtn't to be allowed.

It is worse than dying.I would rather die than--Oh，poor girls！

Can what they call civilization be right，if people mayn't die in the room where they were born？My dear，I am so sorry--"Margaret did not know what to say.Mrs.Wilcox had been overtired by the shopping，and was inclined to hysteria.

"Howards End was nearly pulled down once.

It would have killed me."

"Howards End must be a very different house to ours.

We are fond of ours，but there is nothing distinctive about it.As you saw，it is an ordinary London house.We shall easily find another.""So you think."

"Again my lack of experience，I suppose！"said Margaret，easing away from the subject."I can't say anything when you take up that line，Mrs.Wilcox.I wish I could see myself as you see me--foreshortened into a backfisch.Quite the ingénue.Very charming--wonderfully well read for my age，but incapable--"Mrs.Wilcox would not be deterred."Come down with me to Howards End now，"she said，more vehemently than ever.

"I want you to see it.You have never seen it.I want to hear what you say about it，for you do put things so wonderfully."Margaret glanced at the pitiless air and then at the tired face of her companion."Later on I should love it，"she continued，"but it's hardly the weather for such an expedition，and we ought to start when we're fresh.Isn't the house shut up，too？"She received no answer.Mrs.Wilcox appeared to be annoyed.

"Might I come some other day？"

Mrs.Wilcox bent forward and tapped the glass.

"Back to Wickham Place，please！"was her order to the coachman.Margaret had been snubbed.

"A thousand thanks，Miss Schlegel，for all your help.""Not at all."

"It is such a comfort to get the presents off my mind--the Christmas-cards especially.I do admire your choice."It was her turn to receive no answer.In her turn Margaret became annoyed.

"My husband and Evie will be back the day after tomorrow.That is why I dragged you out shopping today.I stayed in town chiefly to shop，but got through nothing，and now he writes that they must cut their tour short，the weather is so bad，and the police-traps have been so bad--nearly as bad as in Surrey.Ours is such a careful chauffeur，and my husband feels it particularly hard that they should be treated like roadhogs.""Why？"

"Well，naturally he--he isn't a road-hog."

"He was exceeding the speed-limit，I conclude.

He must expect to suffer with the lower animals."Mrs.Wilcox was silenced.In growing discomfort they drove homewards.The city seemed Satanic，the narrower streets oppressing like the galleries of a mine.No harm was done by the fog to trade，for it lay high，and the lighted windows of the shops were thronged with customers.It was rather a darkening of the spirit which fell back upon itself，to find a more grievous darkness within.

Margaret nearly spoke a dozen times，but something throttled her.