“May, if that is for dinner any time in the next week, I am engaged to dine with you at home.”
His guess had been correct, and they were going to spend this evening alone at home. There were always certain pieces of ritual connected with baby cult4 to be gone through, and though Tom expressed impatience5 sometimes at the length of the services, he knew that the sight of May bending over their first-born was a very pretty one, and often wished he were a painter as well as a sculptor6. Demeter had passed through the hands of the pointers, and Tom was at work again on her, for he meant to finish her himself. Day after day he spent, chisel7 in hand, working down the whole surface, till he “found{286}” the statue. Various people, remembering the two statuettes which Tom had exhibited eighteen months ago, wanted to know if there were any more to be had, for the two had sold at once for high prices, though Tom had, after his conversion8, expressed an unmercenary intention of throwing the cheques into the fire. But when they asked whether he was working at anything, and were shown the Demeter, they became thoughtful and said, “Good morning.”
Altogether May was more than satisfied, and she went quickly up the steps and into the house, thinking how terrible it was that she had not set eyes on Tom or the baby since half-past eleven that morning. There was a note for her on the hall table, and she saw with a sudden spasm9 of anxiety that it was from her husband. She tore it open quickly, and read—
“Father’s business has failed. He heard this morning, and he has had a stroke. I have gone down there at once. You had better follow me.”
May read the note through twice before she thoroughly10 grasped its meaning. She waited only one moment to steady herself, and then went quickly upstairs to give orders for a small trunk to be packed for her, and to say good-bye to the baby.
Tom had received the news just after lunch, and was quite unable to remember where May had gone. She had come in to tell him that she would not be in till six, and that she was lunching somewhere, and then going somewhere else, but Tom was finishing a vein11 on the back of Demeter’s drooping12 hand, and had only said, “Yes, dear, yes,” without looking up. May felt one moment of slight pique13, and had{287} not repeated her message, saying to herself that if he did not care to know she did not care to tell him.
He had arrived at Applethorpe two hours afterwards, and there learned that there was probably no hope. His father was lying quite unconscious. They thought perhaps he might rally for a few minutes before the end, and so Tom sat and waited. The sun moved slowly round to the west, and it was not till the golden light had begun to be tinged14 with red that his father moved. He opened his eyes, saw Tom sitting by him, and snapped his fingers in the face of the King of Terrors.
“I’m stone broke, Tom,” he said, “and it’s lucky for you that you learned to break stones.”
And with a jest on his lips he went out without hope or fear into the Valley of the Shadow.
The suddenness of what had happened for a time stunned15 and obliterated16 thought in Tom’s mind. Though his father was old, no blurring17 decay had touched him with forewarning hand, and it was in a half-dream that Tom went down from the death chamber18 into the library. The telegram which announced the failure had fluttered down on to the floor, and the warm garden-scented breeze which streamed in through the open window stirred it every now and then as if it was twitched19 by some unseen hand. The book his father had been reading was still standing20 open on the desk of his reading-chair, where he had been sitting when the news came.
Everything was pitilessly unchanged. The servants had come in to draw down the blinds, but{288} Tom stopped them. What was the use of that unmeaning decorum? Tom had been very fond of his father, but the thought of May and the baby could not but make a picture in his mind. His father, like many very rich men, seldom or never spoke21 of his money, and Tom wondered vaguely22, but with growing anxiety, how complete the smash was. The delights of poverty, of being out at elbows, and working passionately23 for a living at the work he loved, presented themselves in rather different colours to a man with a wife and infant son, from the glowing difficulties he had painted for himself as an ardent24 bachelor of twenty-two. What if the worst he feared were true—if they were absolute paupers25!
His thoughts went back again to his father lying dead upstairs. Tom remembered so vividly26 the last time he had seen him, standing with May and the baby in the porch when he went up to London. He had taken an extraordinary interest in the baby, and used to hazard cynical27 speculations28 as to its future. He used to allude29 to it as Mr. Thomas, in order to differentiate30 it from Tom. “Mr. Thomas’s solemnity is overpowering,” he said once; “he makes me feel as if I was a small boy talking to a wise old gentleman, or a juvenile31 offender32 waiting for an awful judge to pronounce sentence on me. And he makes me realize what is meant by rich silences.” Mr. Thomas at the moment broke into his own rich silence by a very creditable howl, and his grandfather added, “And mark how opulently he cries.”
Tom met May at the door, and they went together up to the room where his father lay. He did not tell{289} her what the old man’s last words had been. They found Mr. Markham waiting for them below when they came down, and the three talked together till it grew late. He stopped to dinner, and afterwards, when May had gone to bed, Tom mentioned the subject of the smash.
Mr. Markham shook his head gravely.
“Do either the London house or Applethorpe belong to you?” he asked.
“No, we rent them both.”
“My poor boy! I am sure I am right in telling you to prepare for the worst. I remember from a talk I had with your father once, that the greater part of his money was in this business, and the rest in two Australian banks which broke last year.”
Tom stood up and frowned.
“He never told me that. He never spoke about money, you know. I had not an idea of it.”
“He probably thought it was unnecessary, for I believe he had the most utter confidence in his partners. I have seen the evening papers, and it appears that there has never been so complete a smash, except perhaps the Argentines.”
“Have you got the paper?” asked Tom.
“Not with me. But don’t look at the papers about it.”
“Why not?”
“Because there are some very unjust things said about your father. Of course we all know quite well that he had nothing to do with the management of the company.”
“What an infernal slander33!” said Tom, hotly.{290} “And do you mean you think I have nothing—literally nothing?”
“It is possible it may mean that.”
“What is to happen to the bills I haven’t paid?” demanded Tom.
“You have a profession,” said Mr. Markham. “Ted told me Wallingthorpe’s opinion of your work.”
“Ah, those horrors!” said Tom, impatiently. “I shall not earn a penny by those.”
“But you say you have unpaid34 bills?”
“Yes, I suppose I have—every one has. Of course they must be paid. The furniture here belongs to us.”
“That is your father’s. Have you nothing except your income from him?”
“I have ￡1500 left me by my godmother, and May has ￡500, has she not? Eighty pounds a year between us—a ridiculously insignificant35 sum. But I have my profession, as you say. I shall work for my living, work for her and the baby. I long to do that. My God! how I shall work! The Demeter is nearly finished.”
“Are you doing it for an order?” asked Mr. Markham, tentatively.
“No. Why?”
“My dear Tom, you must be practical. It is a luxury for rich people only to work six months or a year at a thing if it has no market. I know nothing about art, but there is a practical point of view, which now you must take into consideration. Your work is not only the thing you love, but the thing which has to keep you in bread and cheese.{291}”
“Well, we shall see,” said Tom. “Perhaps we are counting our cobras before they are hatched. Anyhow, I have now—what I always longed for—the opportunity to work for May.”
The two stopped at Applethorpe for a fortnight, and before that time was over they knew exactly how they stood. The smash was complete. A series of disasters had fallen, and Mr. Carlingford’s fortune of not less than a quarter of a million had gone. Upwards36 of ￡100,000 of this had been in two Australian banks, in which he held both deposit and shares. These two banks had failed; he was unable to withdraw his deposit, and there were heavy calls to be met on his shares. He had known this for some months, but the money he derived37 from his ￡150,000 in the business would have enabled him to meet these, for he lived considerably38 below his income. But for five years or so the business had been managed in a very different manner from that in which it had been carried on under Mr. Carlingford. The elder partner had about this time embarked39 on several investments, which, though not exactly risky40, were not the kind of venture fit for a steady-going house. These had turned out well; he had lost his head a little when he saw a six months’ profit safely harvested in two, and he had been led on—by the prospect41 of making a fortune by a few successful coups—into speculations which were on the far side of risky. Luck had been against him, and he had attempted to get back his losses by even more adventurous43 means, and it appeared that for two years Mr. Carlingford’s income had been paid, not{292} out of profits, but out of capital. Then came the coup42 de grace. The younger partner had got into the hands of money-lenders, had sunk deeper and deeper, and when he found that his own signature was considered valueless, had signed a note of hand in the name of the house. The father, trying to shield his son, had speculated wildly in certain South American securities, and these had failed. Inasmuch as Mr. Carlingford was still a partner, he was liable for the debts of the house, and it was feared that even a complete sale of his furniture and stables would hardly cover his liabilities, even after other stocks and shares which he held had been disposed of.
To Tom himself nothing remained but the ￡1500 left him by his godmother, which could not be touched by his father’s creditors44. Against that he had to set his own outstanding bills, about which he felt unpleasantly vague. The anxiety he secretly felt he would scarcely confess even to himself. He had a full belief in his own powers, and it would have been a faithless thing to doubt them at the very moment when the test was to be applied45. He talked the matter out fully46 and frankly47 with May, and if he had any private anxiety, at any rate she had not.
“We shall be awfully48 poor, dear,” he said. “I don’t know what there will be over when our bills are paid, but it won’t be much. Of course we won’t touch your ￡500; but we must live on the capital of the other until I have finished something to sell. I wish to goodness I had paid all my bills before. But they must be paid now at once. I want to start fresh.{293}”
“Where shall we live?” asked May.
“Wallingthorpe wrote to me yesterday, and told me of a flat somewhere up in Bloomsbury, which could be had cheap. It’s up a lot of stairs, but it has a big room which has a good light for a studio.”
“We had better go at once, hadn’t we?”
“Well, yes. They will be clearing everything out of here in a day or two, and, of course, we can’t go back to Grosvenor Square.”
May smiled.
“I think it will be rather amusing,” she said, “living in a poky little house. I suppose it’s healthy, isn’t it?”
“Very, I believe. Manvers said it was rather nice being extraordinarily49 poor. I wonder if you will like it. I know I shan’t mind.”
“Tom, I mind nothing with you. You know that, don’t you?”
Tom wrinkled up his nose—a trick he had.
“Well, I didn’t anticipate that you would apply for a separation.”
“Do you know what father suggested? He wanted me to propose to you that I should bring the baby to the vicarage until things were more settled.”
“Yes. That sounds an excellent plan. I suppose you jumped at it.”
“Tom, you gaby!”
“And what was I to do?”
“You were to make a quantity of little statuettes, and sell them for ￡80 each. I don’t think he believes in the Demeter.{294}”
Tom went up to London a day or two later to stay with Wallingthorpe, and superintend the preparations for making the new house habitable, while May and the baby remained at the vicarage. That artist, it must be confessed, was in his heart of hearts not at all displeased50 at Tom’s sudden change of fortune. He would be driven to do that which he could not be led to. Wallingthorpe had not a touch of an artist’s proverbial jealousy51. If he saw or suspected talents he did his utmost to foster and encourage them, and in Tom he suspected something more. The boy’s persistence52 in working at his heathen goddess really had filled him with genuine pain. He ventured to touch on the subject one night when he and Tom were sitting together after dinner.
“And what will you work at next?” he began. “Your Demeter—that is the lady’s name, is it not?—is nearly finished, I believe?”
“Yes, she’s ready to be finished. I’m finishing her myself,” said Tom. “I don’t think you’ve seen her, have you?”
Wallingthorpe closed his eyes piously53.
“I’m sure you’ll excuse my saying so, but God forbid! What are you going to do next?”
“Persephone. She is the daughter who is lost, you know, and Demeter is looking for her sorrowing. Well, she’ll find her next year, I hope.”
Wallingthorpe made an eloquent54 gesture expressing despair.
“You wretched boy, you don’t know what you are doing!” he cried. “You have talents, believe me; you perhaps have genius. You are wasting the best{295} years of your life and prostituting your gifts. I must force you to believe it.”
Tom laughed.
“You’d better give it up,” he said. “I am quite hardened.”
“But you’ll starve,” said Wallingthorpe; “you’ve got to think of that. Life-size blocks of Carrara are not to be had for the asking, and on my sacred word of honour no one will buy Demeter or her daughter.”
“Well, then, I’ll starve,” said Tom, cheerfully. “But surely it would be prostituting my gifts if I simply used them to prevent my starving. Eh?”
Wallingthorpe was silent, and Tom continued—
“But, of course, I shan’t starve. Those things ‘don’t happen,’ as Mrs. Humphry Ward1 says of miracles. Anyhow, before I starve I shall finish the Demeter and her daughter, and then my blood will be on the heads of the British public.”
“You miserable55 boy!” ejaculated Wallingthorpe again, adjusting the end of his cigar. “You are an apostate56, and in the good old days apostates57 were very justly looked down on by Christians58 and heretics alike. You have sacrificed to Demeter and Persephone, and all the hierarchy59 of Olympus.”
“You may call me apostate on the day I cease to,” said Tom, “and that will be not just yet. ”
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