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I
• Framton Nuttel has bad nerves.
• He retires to the country for cure, and calls on a family friend.
• The lady being busy upstairs, her young niece refers to a family
mishap with focus on the open window.
“MY aunt will be down presently, Mr Nuttel,” said a very self-
possessed young lady of fifteen. “In the meantime you must try and
put up with me.”
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say something which should
duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting
the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever
whether these formal visits of a succession of total strangers would
do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to
be undergoing.
“I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing
to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there
and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than
ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all
the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember,
were quite nice.”
The open window
7
self-possessed: calm and confident; sure of herself  endeavoured: tried  flatter: make
(her) happy
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I
• Framton Nuttel has bad nerves.
• He retires to the country for cure, and calls on a family friend.
• The lady being busy upstairs, her young niece refers to a family
mishap with focus on the open window.
“MY aunt will be down presently, Mr Nuttel,” said a very self-
possessed young lady of fifteen. “In the meantime you must try and
put up with me.”
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say something which should
duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting
the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever
whether these formal visits of a succession of total strangers would
do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to
be undergoing.
“I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing
to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there
and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than
ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all
the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember,
were quite nice.”
The open window
7
self-possessed: calm and confident; sure of herself  endeavoured: tried  flatter: make
(her) happy
2019-20
It so happened... 56 56 56 56 56
Framton wondered whether Mrs Sappleton, the lady to whom he
was presenting one of the letters of introduction, came into the
nice division.
“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece,
when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.
“Hardly a soul,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, some
four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of
the people here.”
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.
“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?” pursued
the self-possessed young lady.
“Only her name and address,” admitted the caller. He was
wondering whether Mrs Sappleton was in the married or widowed
state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest
masculine habitation.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child,
“that would be since your sister’s time.”
“Her tragedy?” asked Framton. Somehow in this restful country
spot tragedies seemed out of place.
“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an
October afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window
that opened on to a lawn.
“It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton, “but has
that window got anything to do with the tragedy?”
“Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband
and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They
never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite shooting
ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It
had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that
were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their
bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here
the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly
suggest masculine habitation: suggest that the room belonged to a man  moor:
grassland  treacherous: dangerous (though it seems safe)  bog: wet, spongy ground (one
may sink into it)  falteringly: a ‘faltering’ voice is shaky, hesitant; haltingly
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I
• Framton Nuttel has bad nerves.
• He retires to the country for cure, and calls on a family friend.
• The lady being busy upstairs, her young niece refers to a family
mishap with focus on the open window.
“MY aunt will be down presently, Mr Nuttel,” said a very self-
possessed young lady of fifteen. “In the meantime you must try and
put up with me.”
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say something which should
duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting
the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever
whether these formal visits of a succession of total strangers would
do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to
be undergoing.
“I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing
to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there
and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than
ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all
the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember,
were quite nice.”
The open window
7
self-possessed: calm and confident; sure of herself  endeavoured: tried  flatter: make
(her) happy
2019-20
It so happened... 56 56 56 56 56
Framton wondered whether Mrs Sappleton, the lady to whom he
was presenting one of the letters of introduction, came into the
nice division.
“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece,
when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.
“Hardly a soul,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, some
four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of
the people here.”
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.
“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?” pursued
the self-possessed young lady.
“Only her name and address,” admitted the caller. He was
wondering whether Mrs Sappleton was in the married or widowed
state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest
masculine habitation.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child,
“that would be since your sister’s time.”
“Her tragedy?” asked Framton. Somehow in this restful country
spot tragedies seemed out of place.
“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an
October afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window
that opened on to a lawn.
“It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton, “but has
that window got anything to do with the tragedy?”
“Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband
and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They
never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite shooting
ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It
had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that
were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their
bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here
the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly
suggest masculine habitation: suggest that the room belonged to a man  moor:
grassland  treacherous: dangerous (though it seems safe)  bog: wet, spongy ground (one
may sink into it)  falteringly: a ‘faltering’ voice is shaky, hesitant; haltingly
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The open window 57 57 57 57 57
human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday,
they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk
in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is
kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she
has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white
waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother,
singing ‘Bertie, why do you bound?’ as he always did to tease her,
because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on
still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they
will all walk in through that window... ”
Comprehension Check
1. Why had Framton Nuttel come to the “rural retreat”?
2. Why had his sister given him letters of introduction to people living
there?
3. What had happened in the Sappleton family as narrated by the niece?
2019-20
Page 4


I
• Framton Nuttel has bad nerves.
• He retires to the country for cure, and calls on a family friend.
• The lady being busy upstairs, her young niece refers to a family
mishap with focus on the open window.
“MY aunt will be down presently, Mr Nuttel,” said a very self-
possessed young lady of fifteen. “In the meantime you must try and
put up with me.”
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say something which should
duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting
the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever
whether these formal visits of a succession of total strangers would
do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to
be undergoing.
“I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing
to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there
and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than
ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all
the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember,
were quite nice.”
The open window
7
self-possessed: calm and confident; sure of herself  endeavoured: tried  flatter: make
(her) happy
2019-20
It so happened... 56 56 56 56 56
Framton wondered whether Mrs Sappleton, the lady to whom he
was presenting one of the letters of introduction, came into the
nice division.
“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece,
when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.
“Hardly a soul,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, some
four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of
the people here.”
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.
“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?” pursued
the self-possessed young lady.
“Only her name and address,” admitted the caller. He was
wondering whether Mrs Sappleton was in the married or widowed
state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest
masculine habitation.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child,
“that would be since your sister’s time.”
“Her tragedy?” asked Framton. Somehow in this restful country
spot tragedies seemed out of place.
“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an
October afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window
that opened on to a lawn.
“It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton, “but has
that window got anything to do with the tragedy?”
“Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband
and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They
never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite shooting
ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It
had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that
were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their
bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here
the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly
suggest masculine habitation: suggest that the room belonged to a man  moor:
grassland  treacherous: dangerous (though it seems safe)  bog: wet, spongy ground (one
may sink into it)  falteringly: a ‘faltering’ voice is shaky, hesitant; haltingly
2019-20
The open window 57 57 57 57 57
human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday,
they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk
in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is
kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she
has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white
waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother,
singing ‘Bertie, why do you bound?’ as he always did to tease her,
because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on
still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they
will all walk in through that window... ”
Comprehension Check
1. Why had Framton Nuttel come to the “rural retreat”?
2. Why had his sister given him letters of introduction to people living
there?
3. What had happened in the Sappleton family as narrated by the niece?
2019-20
It so happened... 58 58 58 58 58
II
• Mrs Sappleton comes down at last and inadvertently confirms
her niece’s story.
• Framton tries to acquaint his host with the nature of his ailment.
• Through the open window, he can see things that worsen his
nerves.
She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when
the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being
late in making her appearance.
“I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said.
“She has been very interesting,” said Framton.
“I hope you don’t mind the open window,” said Mrs Sappleton
briskly; “my husband and brothers will be home directly from
shooting, and they always come in this way. They’ve been out for
snipe in the marshes today, so they’ll make a fine mess over my
poor carpets. So like you menfolk, isn’t it?”
She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of
birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all
bustled: entered (the room) noisily  whirl of apologies: many apologies (in quick
succession)  snipe: water bird that lives in marshes  rattled on: went on  scarcity of
birds: no birds or very few (‘scarcity’ means acute shortage)
2019-20
Page 5


I
• Framton Nuttel has bad nerves.
• He retires to the country for cure, and calls on a family friend.
• The lady being busy upstairs, her young niece refers to a family
mishap with focus on the open window.
“MY aunt will be down presently, Mr Nuttel,” said a very self-
possessed young lady of fifteen. “In the meantime you must try and
put up with me.”
Framton Nuttel endeavoured to say something which should
duly flatter the niece of the moment without unduly discounting
the aunt that was to come. Privately he doubted more than ever
whether these formal visits of a succession of total strangers would
do much towards helping the nerve cure which he was supposed to
be undergoing.
“I know how it will be,” his sister had said when he was preparing
to migrate to this rural retreat; “you will bury yourself down there
and not speak to a living soul, and your nerves will be worse than
ever from moping. I shall just give you letters of introduction to all
the people I know there. Some of them, as far as I can remember,
were quite nice.”
The open window
7
self-possessed: calm and confident; sure of herself  endeavoured: tried  flatter: make
(her) happy
2019-20
It so happened... 56 56 56 56 56
Framton wondered whether Mrs Sappleton, the lady to whom he
was presenting one of the letters of introduction, came into the
nice division.
“Do you know many of the people round here?” asked the niece,
when she judged that they had had sufficient silent communion.
“Hardly a soul,” said Framton. “My sister was staying here, some
four years ago, and she gave me letters of introduction to some of
the people here.”
He made the last statement in a tone of distinct regret.
“Then you know practically nothing about my aunt?” pursued
the self-possessed young lady.
“Only her name and address,” admitted the caller. He was
wondering whether Mrs Sappleton was in the married or widowed
state. An undefinable something about the room seemed to suggest
masculine habitation.
“Her great tragedy happened just three years ago,” said the child,
“that would be since your sister’s time.”
“Her tragedy?” asked Framton. Somehow in this restful country
spot tragedies seemed out of place.
“You may wonder why we keep that window wide open on an
October afternoon,” said the niece, indicating a large French window
that opened on to a lawn.
“It is quite warm for the time of the year,” said Framton, “but has
that window got anything to do with the tragedy?”
“Out through that window, three years ago to a day, her husband
and her two young brothers went off for their day’s shooting. They
never came back. In crossing the moor to their favourite shooting
ground they were all three engulfed in a treacherous piece of bog. It
had been that dreadful wet summer, you know, and places that
were safe in other years gave way suddenly without warning. Their
bodies were never recovered. That was the dreadful part of it.” Here
the child’s voice lost its self-possessed note and became falteringly
suggest masculine habitation: suggest that the room belonged to a man  moor:
grassland  treacherous: dangerous (though it seems safe)  bog: wet, spongy ground (one
may sink into it)  falteringly: a ‘faltering’ voice is shaky, hesitant; haltingly
2019-20
The open window 57 57 57 57 57
human. “Poor aunt always thinks that they will come back someday,
they and the little brown spaniel that was lost with them, and walk
in at that window just as they used to do. That is why the window is
kept open every evening till it is quite dusk. Poor dear aunt, she
has often told me how they went out, her husband with his white
waterproof coat over his arm, and Ronnie, her youngest brother,
singing ‘Bertie, why do you bound?’ as he always did to tease her,
because she said it got on her nerves. Do you know, sometimes on
still, quiet evenings like this, I almost get a creepy feeling that they
will all walk in through that window... ”
Comprehension Check
1. Why had Framton Nuttel come to the “rural retreat”?
2. Why had his sister given him letters of introduction to people living
there?
3. What had happened in the Sappleton family as narrated by the niece?
2019-20
It so happened... 58 58 58 58 58
II
• Mrs Sappleton comes down at last and inadvertently confirms
her niece’s story.
• Framton tries to acquaint his host with the nature of his ailment.
• Through the open window, he can see things that worsen his
nerves.
She broke off with a little shudder. It was a relief to Framton when
the aunt bustled into the room with a whirl of apologies for being
late in making her appearance.
“I hope Vera has been amusing you?” she said.
“She has been very interesting,” said Framton.
“I hope you don’t mind the open window,” said Mrs Sappleton
briskly; “my husband and brothers will be home directly from
shooting, and they always come in this way. They’ve been out for
snipe in the marshes today, so they’ll make a fine mess over my
poor carpets. So like you menfolk, isn’t it?”
She rattled on cheerfully about the shooting and the scarcity of
birds, and the prospects for duck in the winter. To Framton it was all
bustled: entered (the room) noisily  whirl of apologies: many apologies (in quick
succession)  snipe: water bird that lives in marshes  rattled on: went on  scarcity of
birds: no birds or very few (‘scarcity’ means acute shortage)
2019-20
The open window 59 59 59 59 59
purely horrible. He made a desperate but only partially successful
effort to turn the talk on to a less ghastly topic; he was conscious
that his hostess was giving him only a fragment of her attention, and
her eyes were constantly straying past him to the open window and
the lawn beyond. It was certainly an unfortunate coincidence that he
should have paid his visit on this tragic anniversary.
“The doctors agree in ordering me complete rest, an absence of
mental excitement, and avoidance of anything in the nature of violent
physical exercise,” announced Framton, who laboured under the
tolerably widespread delusion that total strangers and chance
acquaintances are hungry for the least detail of one’s ailments and
infirmities, their cause and cure. “On the matter of diet they are not
so much in agreement,” he continued.
“No?” said Mrs Sappleton, in a voice which only replaced a
yawn at the last moment. Then she suddenly brightened into alert
attention — but not to what Framton was saying.
“Here they are at last!” she cried. “Just in time for tea, and don’t
they look as if they were muddy up to the eyes!”
straying: moving (she was not looking at him)  delusion: false impression or belief  ailments
and infirmities: (relating to health) complaints of sickness/weakness
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