“I’ve been telling,” useless words, coming thin and helpless out of darkness and pressing against darkness .... a desperate clutching at a borrowed performance to keep alive and keep on ... “my employers what I think of them just lately.”
“Excellent. What have you told?”
His unconscious voice steadied her; as the darkness drove nearer bringing thoughts that must not arrive. The morning changed to a painted scene, from which she turned away, catching4 the glance of the leaves near-by, trickily5 painted, as
she turned to steer6 the eloquence7 flowing up in her mind.
“Well, it was a whole point of view I saw suddenly in the train coming back after Easter. I read an essay, about a superannuated8 clerk, an extraordinary thing, very simple and well written, not in the least like an essay. But there was something in it that was horrible. The employers gave the old man a pension, with humorous benevolence9. He is so surprised and so blissfully happy in having nothing to do but look at the green world for the rest of the time, that he feels nothing but gratitude10. That’s all right, from his point of view, being that sort of old man. But how dare the firm be humorously benevolent11? It is no case for humour. It is not funny that prosperous people can use up lives on small fixed12 salaries that never increase beyond a certain point, no matter how well the employers get on, even if for the last few years they give pensions. And they don’t give pensions. If they do, they are thought most benevolent. The author, who is evidently in a way a thoughtful man, ought to have known this. He just wrote a thing that looks charming on the surface and is beautifully written and is really perfectly13 horrible and disgusting. Well, I suddenly thought employers ought to know. I don’t know what can be done. I don’t want a pension. I hate working for a salary as it is. But employers ought to know how fearfully unfair everything is. They ought to have their complacency smashed up.” He was engrossed14. His foreign intelligence sympathised. Then she was right.
“Anyhow. The worst of it is that my employers are so frightfully nice. But the principle’s the same, the frightful15 unfairness. And it happened that just before I went away, just as Mr. Hancock was going off for his holiday, he had been annoyed by one of his Mudie books going back before he had read it, and no others coming that were on his list, and he suddenly said to me in a grumbling16 tone ‘you might keep an eye on my Mudie books.’ I was simply furious. Because before I began looking after the books—which he had never asked me to do, and was quite my own idea—it was simply a muddle17. They all kept lists in a way, at least put down books when they hit upon one they thought they would like, and then sent the whole list in, and never kept a copy, and of course forgot what they’d put down. Well, I privately18 took to copying those lists and crossing off the books as they came and keeping on sending in the rest of the list again and again till they had all come. Well, I know a wise person would not have been in a rage and would meekly19 have rushed about keeping more of an eye than ever. But I can’t stand unfairness. It was the principle of the thing. What made it worse was that for some time I have had the use of one of his books myself, his idea, and of course most kind. But it doesn’t alter the principle. In the train I saw the whole unfairness of the life of employees. However hard they work, their lives don’t alter or get any easier. They live cheap poor lives in anxiety all their best years and then are expected to be grateful for a pension, and generally get no pension. I’ve left off living in
anxiety; perhaps because I’ve forgotten how to have an imagination. But that is the principle and I came to the conclusion that no employers, however generous and nice, are entitled to the slightest special consideration. And I came back and practically said so. I told him that in future I would have nothing to do with his Mudie books. It was outside my sphere. I also said all sorts of things that came into my head in the train, a whole long speech. About unfairness. And to prove my point to him individually I told him of things that were unfair to me and their other employees in the practice; about the awfulness of having to be there first thing in the morning from the country after a week-end. They don’t. They sail off to their expensive week-ends without even saying good-bye, and without even thinking whether we can manage to have any sort of recreation at all on our salaries. I said that, and also that I objected to spend a large part of a busy Monday morning arranging the huge bunches of flowers he brought back from the country. That was not true. I loved those flowers and could always have some for my room; but it was a frightful nuisance sometimes, and it came into the principle, and I wound up by saying that in future I would do only the work for the practice and no odd jobs of any kind.”
“What was his reply?”
“Oh well, I’ve got the sack.”
“Are you serious” he said in a low frightened tone. The heavens were clear, ringing with morning joy; from far away in the undisturbed future she
looked back smiling upon the episode that lay before her growing and pressing.
“I’m not serious. But they are. This is a solemn, awfully20 nice little note from Mr. Orly; he had to write, because he’s the senior partner, to inform me that he has come to the conclusion that I must seek a more congenial post. They have absolutely made up their minds. Because they know quite well I have no training for any other work, and no resources, and they would not have done this unless they were absolutely obliged.”
“Then you will be obliged to leave these gentlemen?”
“Of course long before I had finished talking I was thinking about all sorts of other things; and seeing all kinds of points of view that seemed to be stated all round us by people who were looking on. I always do when I talk to Mr. Hancock. His point of view is so clear-cut and so reasonable that it reveals all the things that hold social life together, and brings the ghosts of people who have believed and suffered for these things into the room, but also all kinds of other points of view..... But I’m not going to leave. I can’t. What else could I do? Perhaps I will a little later on, when this is all over. But I’m not going to be dismissed in solemn dignity. It’s too silly. That shows you how nice they are. I know that really I must leave. Anyone would say so. But that’s the extraordinary thing; I don’t believe in those things; solemn endings; being led by the nose by the necessities of the situation. That may be undignified. But dignity is silly; the back view.
Already I can’t believe all this solemnity has happened. It’s simply a most fearful bother. They’ve managed it splendidly, waiting till Saturday morning, so that I shan’t see any of them again. The Orlys will be gone away for a month when I get there to-day and Mr. Hancock is away for the week-end and I am offered a month’s salary in lieu of notice, if I prefer it. I had forgotten all this machinery21. They’re perfectly in the right, but I’d forgotten the machinery..... I knew yesterday. They were all three shut up together in the den1, talking in low tones, and presently came busily out, each so anxious to pass the dismissed secretary in hurried preoccupation, that they collided in the doorway22, and gave everything away to me by the affable excited way they apologised to each other. If I had turned and faced them then I should have said worse things than I had said to Mr. Hancock. I hated them, with their resources and their serenity23, complacently24 pleased with each other because they had decided25 to smash an employee who had spoken out to them.”
“This was indeed a scene of remarkable27 significance.”
“I don’t know..... I once told Mr. Hancock that I would give notice every year, because I think it must be so horrible to dismiss anybody. But I’m not going to be sent away by machinery. In a way it is like a family suddenly going to law.”
But with the passing of the park and the coming of the tall houses on either side of the road, the open June morning was quenched28. It retreated to balconies, flower-filled by shocked condemning29
people, prosperously turned away towards the world from which she was banished30. Wimpole Street, Harley Street, Cavendish Square. The names sounded in her ears the appeal they had made when she was helplessly looking for work. It was as if she were still waiting to come.....
Within the Saturday morning peace of the deserted31 house lingered the relief that had followed their definite decision. They were all drawn32 together to begin again, renewed, freshly conscious of the stabilities of the practice; their enclosed co-operating relationship.....
She concentrated her mental gaze on their grouped personalities33, sharing their long consultations34, acting35 out in her mind with characteristic gesture and speech, the part each one had taken, confronting them one by one, in solitude36, with a different version, holding on, breaking into their common-sense finalities.... It was all nothing; meaningless ..... like things in history that led on to events that did not belong to them because nobody went below the surface of the way things appear to be joined together but are not ..... but the words belonging to the underlying37 things were far away, only to be found in long silences, and sounding when they came out into conversations, irrelevant38, often illogical and self-contradictory, impossible to prove, driving absurdly across life towards things that seemed impossible, but were true ..... there were two layers of truth. The truths laid bare by common-sense in swift decisive conversations, founded on apparent facts, were incomplete. They shaped the surface,
made things go kaleidoscoping on, recognisable, in a sort of general busy prosperous agreement; but at every turn, with every application of the common-sense civilised decisions, enormous things were left behind, unsuspected, forced underground, but never dying, slow things with slow slow fruit ..... the surface shape was powerful, everyone was in it, that was where free-will broke down, in the moving on and being spirited away for another spell from the underlying things, but in everyone, alone, often unconsciously, was something, a real inside personality that was turned away from the surface. In front of everyone, away from the bridges and catchwords, was an invisible plank39, that would bear ..... always .... forgotten .... nearly all smiles were smiled from the bridges .... nearly all deaths were murders or suicides ....
It would be such an awful labour ..... in the long interval40 the strength for it would disappear. Thoughts must be kept away. Activities. The week-end would be a vacuum of tense determination. That was the payment for headlong speech. Speech, thought-out speech, does nothing but destroy. There had been a moment of hesitation41 in the train, swamped by the illumination coming from the essay.....
The morning’s letters lay unopened on her table. Dreadful. Dealing42 with them would bring unconsciousness, acceptance of the situation would leap upon her unawares. She gathered them up conversationally45, summoning presences and the usual atmosphere of the working day, but was disarmed46 by the trembling of her hands. The letters were the
last link. Merely touching47 them had opened the door to a withering48 pain. When the appointments were kept, she would no longer be in the house. The patients crowded through her mind; individuals, groups, families, the whole fabric49 of social life richly unrolled day by day, for her contemplation; spirited away. Each letter brought the sting of careless indifferent farewell.
At the hall door James was whistling for a hansom; it was a dream picture, part of the week that was past. A hansom drew up, the abruptly50 reined-in horse slipping and scrabbling. Perhaps there was a patient hidden in Mr. Leyton’s quiet sounding surgery. Once more she could watch a patient’s departure; the bright oblong of street ..... he was away for the week-end. There was no patient. It was a dream picture. Dream figures were coming downstairs.... Mrs. Orly, Mr. Orly, not yet gone; coming hurriedly straight towards her. She rose without thought, calmly unoccupied, watching them come, one person, swiftly and gently. They stood about her, quite near; silently radiating their kindliness51.
“I suppose we must say good-bye,” said Mrs. Orly. In her sweet little sallow face not a shadow of reproach; but lively bright sorrow, tears in her eyes.
“I say, we’re awfully sorry about this,” said Mr. Orly gustily52, shifting his poised53 bulk from one foot to the other.
“So am I,” said Miriam seeking for the things they were inviting54 her to say. She could only smile at them.
“It is a pity,” whispered Mrs. Orly. This was the Orlys; the reality of them; an English reality; utterly55 unbusinesslike; with no codes but themselves; showing themselves; without disguises of voice or manner, to a dismissed employee; the quality of England; old-fashioned.
“I know.” They both spoke26 together and then Mrs. Orly was saying “No, Ro can’t bear strangers.”
“If you don’t want me to go I shall stay,” she murmured. But the sense of being already half reinstated was driven away by Mrs. Orly’s unaltered distress56.
“Ungrateful?” The gustily panting tones were the remainder of the real anger he had felt, listening to Mr. Hancock’s discourse57. They had no grievance58 and they had misunderstood his.
“No” she said coldly, “I don’t think so.”
“Hang it all, excuse my language, but y’know he’s done a good deal for ye.” ‘All expectation of gratitude is meanness and is continually punished by the total insensibility of the obliged person’ ..... “we are lucky; we ought to be grateful;” meaning, to God. Then unlucky people ought to be ungrateful....
“Besides” the same gusty59 tone “it’s as good as telling us we’re not gentlemen; y’see?” The blue eyes flashed furiously.
Then all her generalisations had been taken personally.... “Oh well,” she said helplessly.
“We shall be late, laddie.”
“Surely that can be put right. I must talk to Mr. Hancock.”
“Well, to tell y’honestly I don’t think y’ll be
able to do anything with Hancock.” Mrs. Orly’s distressed60 little face supported his opinion, and her surprising sudden little embrace and Mr. Orly’s wringing61 handshake meant not only the enduring depths of their kindliness but their pained dismay in seeing her desolate62 and resourceless, their certainty that there was no hope. It threw a strong light. It would be difficult for him to withdraw; perhaps impossible; perhaps he had already engaged another secretary..... But she found that she had not watched them go away and was dealing steadily63 with the letters, with a blank mind upon which presently emerged the features of the coming week-end.
“Well as I say——” Miriam followed the lingering held-in cold vexation of the voice, privately prompting it with informal phrases fitting the picture she held, half-smiling, in her mind, of a moody64, uncertain, door-slamming secretary, using the whole practice as material for personal musings, liable suddenly to break into long speeches of accusation65. But if they were spoken, they would destroy the thing that was being given back to her, the thing that had made the atmosphere of the room. “It will be the most unbusinesslike thing I’ve ever done; and I doubt very much whether it will answer.”
“Oh well. There’s not any reason why it shouldn’t.” She smiled provisionally. It was not yet quite time to rise and feel life flowing about her in the familiar room, purged66 to a fresh
austerity by the coming and passing of the storm. There was still a rankling67, and glorious as it was to sit talking at leisure, the passing of time piled up the sense of ultimate things missing their opportunity of getting said. She could not, with half her mind set towards the terms, promising68 a laborious69 future, of her resolution that he should never regret his unorthodoxy, find her way to them. And the moments as they passed gleamed too brightly with confirmation70 of the strange blind faith she had brought as sole preparation for the encounter, hovered71 with too quiet a benediction72 to be seized and used deliberately73, without the pressure of the sudden inspiration for which they seemed to wait.
“Well, as I say, that depends entirely74 on yourself. You must clearly understand that I expect you to fulfil all reasonable requests whether referring to the practice or no, and moreover to fulfil them cheerfully.”
“Well, of course I have no choice. But I can’t promise to be cheerful; that’s impossible.” An obstinate75 tightening76 of the grave face.
“I think perhaps I might manage to be serene77; generally. I can’t pretend to be cheerful.” ‘Assume an air of cheerfulness, and presently you will be cheerful, in spite of yourself.’ Awful. To live like that would be to miss suddenly finding the hidden something that would make you cheerful for ever.
“Well as I say.”
“You see there’s always the awful question of right and wrong mixed up with everything; all
sorts of rights and wrongs, in the simplest things. I can’t think how people can go on so calmly. It sometimes seems to me as if everyone ought to stop and do quite other things. It’s a nightmare, the way things go on. I want to stay here, and yet I often wonder whether I ought; whether I ought to go on doing this kind of work.”
“Well as I say, I know quite well the work here leaves many of your capabilities78 unoccupied.”
“It’s not that. I mean everything in general.”
“Well—if it is a question of right and wrong, I suppose the life here like any other, offers opportunities for the exercise of the Christian79 virtues80.”
Resignation; virtues deliberately set forth81 every day like the wares44 in a little shop; and the world going on outside just the same. A sort of sale of mean little virtues for respectability and a living; the living coming by amiable82 co-operation with a world where everything was wrong, turning the little virtues into absurdity83; respectable absurdity. He did not think the practice of the Christian virtues in a vacuum was enough. But he had made a joke, and smiled his smile.... There was no answer anywhere in the world to the question he had raised. Did he remember saying why shouldn’t you take up dentistry? Soon it would be too late to make any change; there was nothing to do now but to stay and justify84 things .. it would be impossible to be running about in a surgery with grey hair; it would make the practice seem dowdy85. All dental secretaries were young.... The work ... nothing but the life all round it; the existence of a shadow amidst shadows unaware43 of their
shadowiness, keeping going a world where there were things, more than people. The people moved sunlit and prosperous, but not enviable, their secrets revealed at every turn, unaware themselves, they made and left a space in which to be aware....
“I want to say that I think it is kind of you to let me air my grievances86 so thoroughly87.”
“Well, as I say, I feel extremely uncertain as to the advisability of this step.”
“You needn’t” she said rising as he rose, and going buoyantly to move about in the neighbourhood of the scattered88 results of his last operation, the symbols of her narrowly rescued continuity. She was not yet free to touch them. He was still, wandering about the other part of the room, lingering with thoughtful bent89 head in the mazes90 of her outrageous91 halting statements. But a good deal of his resentment92 had gone. It was something outside herself, something in the world at large, that had forced him to act against his “better judgment93.” He was still angry and feeling a little shorn, faced, in the very presence of the offender94, with the necessity of disposing of the fact that he had been driven into inconsistency.
Miriam drew a deep sigh, clearing her personal air of the burden of conflict. Was it an affront95? It had sounded to her like a song. His thoughts must be saying, well, there you are, it’s all very well to throw it all off like that. His pose stiffened96 into a suggested animation97 with regard to work delayed. If only now there could be an opportunity for one of his humorous remarks so that she could
laugh herself back into their indestructible impersonal98 relationship. It was, she thought, prophetically watching his gloriously inevitable99 recovery, partly his unconscious resentment of the blow she had struck at their good understanding that had made him so repeatedly declare that if they started again it must be on a new footing; that all possibility of spontaneity between them had been destroyed.
How could it be, with the events of daily life perpetually building it afresh?
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