It was characteristic of him that before settling into his new narrow house he made a clean sweep of everything which was unnecessary and marketable. He argued that they had better start with a little capital rather than a few bibelots, and that a couple of pieces of Dresden china or a valuable terra-cotta from Tanagra would only look absurdly out of place among the appurtenances of cheap lodgings4. He and May had a small tussle5 over a few pictures which old Mr. Carlingford had given him during his lifetime.
“But they are not good pictures,” argued Tom, “and I don’t in any case see what we want with them. Besides, it appears that there’s a half-year’s rent owing for the Grosvenor Square house. No, we must sell everything, May. I only hope there will be something over. I suppose the blue blood of all{297} the Carlingfords ought to be up; but as far as I am concerned it isn’t.”
“I think you might keep a picture or two,” said May.
“My dear May, it’s impossible. I can’t think what we should do if we had nothing over. But I suppose some one would lend us something.”
May frowned; the idea grated on her.
“We can’t do that, Tom—that’s impossible. Besides, who is there?”
“Perhaps Lady Ramsden might,” said Tom. “She certainly would if it occurred to her; but I don’t think things occur to her much. But I quite feel with you about borrowing.”
The outstanding debts when added together made a total which rather appalled8 Tom, and it was with some anxiety that he awaited the result of his sales. The upshot was that they were the possessors of ￡150 capital. Tom drew rather a long face when he thought of the rapidity with which money used to melt in the old days. But Demeter would be finished in a few weeks.
They had settled in during the first week of July, and as they sat together after dinner they talked matters over. To both of them it appeared rather amusing than otherwise to dine off leg of mutton and rice pudding at the top of a house in Bloomsbury. May, with a view to being useful, had had an interview with the cook, and retailed9 it to Tom.
“We shall have poached eggs for breakfast,” she said, “and at lunch the rest of the mutton as hash. I think hash is delicious!”
Tom was looking over some figures.
“￡151 4s. 3d. is the exact amount, May,” he said.{298}
“Isn’t that an awful lot?” said May. “Why, Ted6 used to live on ￡200 at Cambridge, I know, and he said it was possible to get on on much less.”
Tom grinned.
“I wonder what I used to spend at Cambridge,” he said. “I wish I had some of that now.”
May sat down by him.
“Tom, I think it will be great fun,” she said. “I’ve always wanted to work for my living; and I can help you, can’t I, by seeing the cook and arranging about hash, and mending things.”
“I shouldn’t mind if it wasn’t for you,” said Tom.
“Oh, but I enjoy it awfully—I do really! And you know, dear, I shall see more of you. I shan’t have to make any calls, and we shan’t have to go out to dinner; also I shall mend your socks.”
“I’m glad I followed Wallingthorpe’s advice about one thing,” said Tom, “and learned how to finish a statue myself. If I hadn’t learned that I should have had to hire two of those Italian fellows, and that would have been no end of expense. Six weeks from now will see it done, May.”
It is difficult to realize, unless one has tried it, how hard it is for a man who has been accustomed to live, if not luxuriously10, at least extremely comfortably, to maintain his cheerfulness when he has to make every shilling go as far as it can. Tom, who had been always very extravagant11, simply because he had never been obliged to learn the value of money, was suddenly brought face to face with the widely-known fact that wanting a thing is not the same as getting it. Neither he nor May had the least realized what it was to live in an atmosphere of slight discomfort12, to have the{299} smell of dinner steal up an hour before dinner-time and invade every corner of the house, to be waited upon by a slatternly girl who breathed very hard and had dirty hands, to sit on horse-hair sofas, to have a cracked mirror over the fireplace, to be obliged to consider the relative prices of beef and mutton, and to banish13 once and for ever the idea of eating well-cooked food. These details seem small enough, but when all the details of life are slightly disagreeable, however trifling14 each is in itself, they make up an ensemble15 which is slightly disagreeable too. Before they lost their money both Tom and May would have declared that it could not possibly make any difference to either of them, provided they were together, that the house should smell of dinner, or that as soon as one castor of the table was repaired another broke; but even as water will wear away a stone, these little things wore away the edge of their serenity16.
July was broiling17 hot that year, and day by day the sun baked the studio where Tom worked till it was like an oven. The blinds of the skylight were tattered18, and rays of light came hotly down as if through a magnifying glass, making little bright spots on the dingy19 walls. Tom got rather exasperated20 one morning, because in adjusting the blind he had torn it further, and a long jagged slit21 of light fell on his face as he worked. It would have to be mended in the evening, but something must be done at once, and with a brilliant inspiration he got the blacking-pot and painted the offending glass with it. Then the brush slipped from his hand and fell on the top of Demeter’s head, and it took Tom ten minutes to get a sponge and clean it. It was certainly more comfortable in{300} Grosvenor Square; but he tried to persuade himself that these things were details, as indeed they were.
Soon the blacking caked off with the heat of the sun and came filtering down in tiny flakes22, and the gash23 of light fell down into the studio again. Tom lost his temper a little, and climbed up again to paste some paper over it. The paste would not stick at first, and he pressed the thin glass too hard and a small pane1 broke. It was only a small pane, but it had to be mended. Then the smell of food began.
Consequently when the slatternly servant came in to say that lunch was ready, Tom was not very serene24. He said that they must keep the smell of cooking down; it was only because they forgot to shut a door or open a window, and it must not occur again. He put on his coat and went fuming25 into the dining-room.
“May dear,” he said, “the smell of cooking is quite intolerable. I should think on these hot days we could do with cold lunch, couldn’t we? It makes one perfectly26 sick!”
“I told them to get a rabbit for lunch,” she said. “You know you told me you were tired of mutton.”
“The studio smelt27 like a menagerie,” grumbled28 Tom.
May was a little hurt in her mind. She had hoped Tom would be pleased at her remembering to get something instead of the mutton, and she was silent. In a moment Tom spoke29 again.
“And I’ve broken a pane of glass in the skylight. That blind is torn to rags. You haven’t been in this morning.”
“I had to take the baby out,” said May; “and there was some shopping to be done.”
Tom suddenly laid down his knife and fork.{301}
“I draw the line at high rabbit,” he said. “I should think this particular one died a natural death some time in June.”
“It’s very hard to get good meat in this weather,” said May; “it won’t keep. But mine isn’t so very bad.”
“Where’s the beer?” asked Tom in his lowest audible voice.
May looked vaguely30 round the table. She was vexed31 that Tom should behave like this; and yet, after all, it was nothing.
“I think Sally’s forgotten it,” she said.
Tom sighed resignedly and rang the bell, and sat drumming with his fingers on the table waiting for it to be answered. Nothing happened, and he rang again, this time louder; and soon the shuffling32 of ill-shod feet was heard on the stairs.
“Beer,” said Tom, curtly33.
The feet shuffled34 away again and the two sat in silence. May had given the rabbit up as a bad job, and for the time she felt inclined to treat Tom in the same way. When people were in great trouble she knew exactly what to do, but when they were suffering from merely an absence of beer and a height of rabbit she was completely at a loss. Tom sat in gloomy silence and stared at the darned tablecloth35 and the plated forks. What an idiot he had been, he thought, to sell everything. It would have been much better to have taken unfurnished lodgings, and have forks which it didn’t make you ill to eat off. The entrance of the slovenly36 servant with a jug37 put an end for the moment to his regrets. He poured out a glass and drank some.
“Tepid,” he said.{302}
It was too ridiculous, and May broke out into a laugh.
“Don’t be so cross, Tom,” she said. “What does it matter? You haven’t said a word to me all lunch time except to blame me for something.”
Tom made the necessary effort and laughed too.
“I’m very sorry, dear,” he said. “I’ve been behaving like a pig. As you say, it doesn’t matter. But a lot of things which don’t matter, one on the top of the other, are trying. First it was the sun, and then the blacking, and then the broken glass, and then the menagerie smell, and then no beer and high rabbit, and then hot beer.”
Tom left his seat and took a cigarette. He had resolved to smoke pipes for the future as being cheaper, but it was no use selling the remainder of his cigarettes. Even his clean sweep did not include them.
Pleasant things and disagreeable things alike leave a little taste behind. A pleasant episode may be succeeded by an unpleasant one, or a disagreeable episode by an agreeable one, but the effect of neither wholly perishes. May and Tom alike asked themselves what could matter less than a smell in the studio or a stray slop-pail on the stairs; but an atmosphere, however slightly sordid38, of things even so unimportant as a rabbit-smell or a slop-pail, produces its effect on all but those who are genuine Bohemians, and who would rather miss squalor and sordidness39. Unfortunately neither May nor Tom had the slightest strain of Bohemian blood in them, and they were not inoculated40 against the subtle poisons of slop-pails and kitchen smells.{303}
But Demeter progressed and the baby throve, and July went by with hot footsteps. During the day the heat was too scorching41 to render walking agreeable, and it was almost worse in their sunbaked flat than in the streets. More than once they thought of moving to some cooler house, but shillings were no longer to be treated lightly. The hot spell, they told themselves, could not last long, and it had been business enough to get Demeter up the flights of stairs. Her progress had been regal and dignified42, and she had congested the traffic of the house for three-quarters of an hour. So May used often to take the baby into the British Museum, where the gods and goddesses seem to live in a perpetually equable atmosphere; and it was here that Mr. Thomas made his first piece of deductive reasoning. He pointed43 one day with a little pink fist to the horse’s head in the Parthenon pediment and distinctly said, “Gee44 gee.” Tom was delighted, and considered Manvers entirely45 refuted in his belief that the Elgin marbles were unintelligible46: even a baby could understand them. Two days later Mr. Thomas conferred a similar distinction on Tom’s own work when, after a prolonged wide-eyed inspection47, he said, “Lady.”
Tom worked as much as he could without a model, copying exactly his clay sketch48; but for the “lady’s” arms one was necessary. And she too helped to melt the ￡150. She certainly had superb arms, and she stood splendidly. She also added her contribution—a not unimportant one—to the little jars which sometimes occurred between Tom and May.
She was a young woman of unquestionably fine physique, but her tongue was a rather unruly member,{304} and she spoke freely. Tom used to tell her to be quiet and stand, but sometimes she came out with something very breezy and sudden. She once made a particularly breezy remark when May was there. May turned to Tom flushing, and asked him in French to tell her to be quiet. Tom, who had a great sympathy with life in all its forms—the model’s remark was not a particularly vicious form—smiled, but told her to be silent. May left the room.
The girl’s eyes followed her out of the room, and then without moving she spoke to Tom.
“Well, ayn’t she perticler? A lydy friend of mine, she——”
“Never mind about your lady friends. You’ve moved your arm. A little more forward, please and the wrist more bent49.”
May was sitting in the dining-room when Tom came in for lunch, looking angry and flushed.
“Tom, you mustn’t have that woman in the house,” she said. “She is abominable50.”
“Who?” asked Tom, who had forgotten the occurence.
“The model, of course.”
Tom raised his eyebrows51.
“Why?—Oh, I remember. Do you mean that thing she said this morning?”
“Of course I do.”
“But, my dear May, it really doesn’t matter much, does it? I don’t let her talk, and as a model she is one in a thousand. Besides, what did she say? I’ve forgotten. Nothing very bad, was it?”
May put down her knife and fork.
“Tom, can’t you see? It hurts me that she should{305} be here. It makes me feel ill. It is not right to have a girl like that in the house.”
Tom crumbled52 his bread attentively53.
“I think you take rather an exaggerated view of it, dear,” he said. “Of course that class of young woman is not very particular in its language; but what has that to do with me?”
“She is wicked,” said May.
“Really you seem to me to build a good deal on one remark. Of course I am sorry you heard it. She expected to be allowed to talk as much as she pleased at first; but I stopped that.”
“Tom, how can you condone54 that sort of thing? Oh——”
“I don’t condone it. I don’t allow her to talk. Besides, one doesn’t select a model for her morals, but for her muscles.”
“Do you refuse to dismiss her?”
Tom looked up in surprise.
“You surely can’t expect me to send her away, and spend perhaps a week, perhaps more, in getting another? In addition to that, I have engaged her for a week more.”
“Pay her the money and let her go,” said May.
“My dear May, we can’t afford to throw models and money about in that manner. She has most beautiful hands. Wallingthorpe told me he had never seen such a lovely piece of modelling from elbow to finger tips.”
“Ah,” said May, suddenly, “you don’t know—you don’t understand. Will you never understand me? Can’t you see what it means to me?”
Tom could be very patient and gentle.{306}
“I think you’ve worked yourself up about it, May,” he said. “We won’t talk of it just now. Let us talk of it this evening. I must get back to my work. And don’t be unreasonable55.”
“You will not dismiss the model at once?”
“Do you mean now—this afternoon?”
May got up too, and went to the window and threw it open.
“Ah, yes, of course I mean now,” she said. “When there is a right and a wrong, how do you dare to put off your choice?”
“May, you ask an impossibility,” said he.
May felt she was losing control over herself. She had a headache, the heat was stifling56, and her equilibrium57 was upset.
“You don’t care, you don’t care!” she said with passion.
“I care very much that you should speak to me like that,” said Tom. “I will promise to think it over. This afternoon I shall go on working with the same model.”
He turned and left the room, his hands thrust deep down in his pockets, puzzled and vexed. He was really unable to understand his wife. She seemed to him wholly unreasonable. The girl was one of the ordinary class. Wallingthorpe had often employed her, and he, as Tom knew, was rather particular and fanciful in his choice. He had once told Tom, in his florid manner, that it made him unable to work if he knew that a woman, whom he was using to help out his idea of what a thing should be, did not live up to the splendid possibilities which—which—just so.
His model had made an improper58 remark—a{307} remark, by the way, which would have passed with a laugh if made by a man among men—and he was seriously expected to dismiss her, to pay her for an extra week, and lose his time in hunting for another, who could not possibly be as good. Tom had begun to get in a fever to have Demeter finished. He felt it was to be his challenge. If Demeter was not good—was not of the best—he had been wrong, he had done what Wallingthorpe had told him he was doing, trying to fly, and only succeeding in standing7 on tiptoe. The sort of scene he had been through with May, threw him out of gear—it dimmed his eye and unnerved his hand. Why could she not be more tolerant, less apt to judge? Of course, Tom confessed, she was right in principle. If he could get two identical models, one of whom was breezy and the other not, he would choose the unbreezy one. But what had a model’s character to do with her muscles? Besides, May was building an absurd superstructure on a very slight foundation. It was ridiculous; and he set to work.
Meantime, May, in the other room, was scarcely more content. Her fastidiousness had been touched; she had winced59 at what the girl said, as if under physical pain. Tom did not know, he did not care to know, she told herself bitterly, how much she disliked the thought of his having the girl in the house. The face of the Demeter was May’s face, and that the arms should be the arms of such a woman seemed to her positively60 insulting. This she had not told Tom; she felt it too keenly, and it was a grievance61 the force of which he could not appreciate if he did not appreciate the other. She felt{308} hot, tired, ill-used, misunderstood, and the worst of it all was that she was afraid she had been a little unreasonable. She was, she had a suspicion, a little unreasonable still, and she felt convinced that she would continue to be a little unreasonable. Then she veered62 round and told herself that she was perfectly right, and that Tom was hard and unfeeling, and then, between the heat and the headache and the worry, she had a dismal63 little cry all to herself.
Tears are a secretion64, but they are sometimes a solution; they seem occasionally to carry off the cause of the irritation65; and the upshot was that the prevailing66 feeling in May’s mind when she had finished was that she was sorry to have vexed Tom. He really had behaved with great patience to her; he didn’t wholly understand her, that is true, but he was a dear, good boy, and she had been a little exasperating67.
Fate, in fact, seemed just to have woke up to the existence of Tom. For twenty-five years she really appeared to have forgotten about him, and let him go on in his own pleasant way exactly as he chose. But some malignant68 spirit had reminded her of his existence, and she was just reminding him that he was not his own master. She made him another little visit the same afternoon, while he was working, in the shape of a tradesman’s boy with a bill.
Tom tore open the envelope and was confronted by a request to pay thirty pounds for a block of Carrara marble which he had bought for a relief he was working at. It had been ordered before the smash came, and he had supposed that it had been paid with the other bills. He dismissed the boy, and wrote a note to the agent who had managed his{309} affairs, asking whether a bill of thirty pounds, for a block of Carrara, had not been paid. He had given orders that every bill should be paid. He clung desperately69 to the hope that a mistake had occurred, and that the bill had been sent in twice. And then for the first time he felt that emotion, which is stronger than all others—fear, blank fear. Thirty pounds was a solid fraction of their capital. And what would happen next?
He could not pay it. Surely they would wait. Tom thought, with a regretful sigh, of the patient tradesmen who had so often waited till he could bother himself to draw a cheque. But somehow, by a strange unreasonableness70, now that he was in want of money, he was almost eager to pay his debts, whereas, when he never thought about money at all, he never felt the slightest inclination71 to do so. But Fate was playing with him and frightening him. He had a horrible dread2 of these surprises, and he felt that the inner knowledge of this sum owing would be poison. Besides, it would be necessary to keep it from May, and the thought of concealing72 things from May was untenable.
The answer came back from the agent; no, the bill had not been sent in before. Tom went on working with mechanical accuracy, thinking of that horrible thirty pounds. After all, why pay it at once? Of course there would be no kind of difficulty with the tradesman. He remembered ordering the block with Wallingthorpe. The price was a large one, and he had not dealt at the shop before, and the man had hesitated, wondering if his master would wish him to send it before it had been paid for. But{310} when Tom gave the Grosvenor Square address he was perfectly satisfied.
What he wanted was to gain time. Thirty pounds represented so many days’ work, and why cut that off? Demeter must be finished; he must show the world what he meant. The artist’s need of expressing himself cried aloud in him. To finish Demeter, and do, if only once, the best he could, was necessary. Necessary? It was the only necessary thing in the world for him except—except May and the baby.
Tom put down his chisel73.
“You can go,” he said to the model. “It is close on four.”
The girl stretched herself. She had posed for nearly an hour, and she was a little stiff, and for the moment Tom forgot about bills and everything else, looking at the splendid line of her form from shoulder to ankle beneath the clinging drapery.
“At ten to-morrow?” she asked.
With a flash the whole scene with May came back over him. He walked to the window, putting on his coat, and stood there a moment. She repeated her question.
“Unless you hear to the contrary,” said Tom. “It’s all right. You will be paid all the same. Put your address down here. I will send if I don’t want you.”
She retired74 behind the screen to change her clothes, and Tom still stood where he was. Just as she was passing out he stopped her.
“I don’t want to be inquisitive,” he said, “but tell me this: you are straight, aren’t you?”
The girl flushed.
“Strite! Who says I’m not strite? Your wife, I’ll be bound.{311}”
“Never mind my wife,” said Tom. “Just tell me, will you? I shall believe you, of course.”
But the lower classes, when they happen to be respectable, are just as proud of it as the upper classes—perhaps more proud. The girl was thoroughly75 angry.
“I’ll thank you to tell her not to say things agin me what are not true, and never likely to be, s’elp me Gawd. An’ what does she know about me? You’re too good for her, Mr. Carlingford, with her narsty back-biting ways. I knew she was up to some mischief76 this morning. Strite? I’m as strite as she is, an’ striter, too, for I don’t talk ill of folks behind their backs. An’ good night to you, sir!”
She flounced out of the room and left Tom to make the best of what she had said.
“Well, that’s all right, at any rate,” he thought to himself. “I shall tell May.”
He filled a pipe and sat in the window, his elbows on the sash. Forty feet below lay the hot street, down which the sun shone pitilessly; but soon it sank below the house-roofs, and a merciful little breeze sprang up from the west. Tom leant out to enjoy it more and let it ruffle77 his hair. He was tired and weary, but his brain went back to the same old incessant78 question, “What next? what next?”
Supposing Demeter was a success—not in his sense of the word, but in the financial sense, well and good. If not, what? Three weeks more. There was money for three weeks more, including the wages of the model; and if this bill was not paid, for six. If all went well Demeter would be finished in a month. What next? what next? There were May and the baby, there was the nurse, there was himself. He{312} left himself out of the reckoning. But the others had to be reckoned for. He must get money somehow. But if Demeter brought him none, where was it to come from? He thought of the horrible little statuette which May kept on the mantelpiece, and he went to look at it. It was not finished, but it would not take long to finish it. Would it come to that? Was that the shrunken reality to which all his dreams of art were going to awake? For he felt conclusively79 within himself that he could not do both. If he abandoned his great aim for a moment he abandoned it for ever. There was no going back. He could not earn his living with things like that, and with the other hand, so to speak, do sacrifice to his mistress. The house of Rimmon or the temple of the Lord—one or the other, but not possibly both.
When his day’s work was over he and May usually went out for an hour or two before dinner, and before many minutes were up she came to look for him. She wanted to say she was sorry, but she very much wished that Tom would help her out with it. But as they drank tea before going out, Tom was silent, thinking of other things.
But at last he looked up.
“Another week with the model,” he said, “and then I can get on alone for a time. Oh, by the way, May, I think you judged her harshly to-day; in fact, I am sure you did.”
“Yes, Tom. I am sorry,” said May. “I’ve been wanting to tell you.”
“Poor old girl, you look rather done up with the heat! There’s nothing wrong, is there, May?”
“No. It’s only the heat and—and being sorry.{313}”
“I wish we could get away,” said Tom; “but I can’t move till this thing is off my hands. But why don’t you go down to Applethorpe for a week?”
“Not without you. But you’ll come away when it’s finished?”
Tom walked up and down the room.
“May, I’m frightened,” he said, “horribly frightened, and it’s a bad feeling. A bill came in this afternoon, which of course I thought had been paid with the rest.”
“A bill? How much for?”
“Thirty pounds?”
“Oh, Tom!”
“It frightened me. I’m losing nerve. I don’t see that we can pay it now. There is no reason why it shouldn’t stand over. If no one will buy Demeter the time will come, and come soon, when we must get money somehow, and I think I shall let it stand over till she’s finished. I hope to goodness I shan’t be dunned for it. I used not to mind being dunned when I was at Cambridge, and had plenty of money; but it’s no fun now. They county-courted me once—I’ve got the summons still. I think if I was county-courted now I should die of it.”
“But what are we to do?”
“I only want to finish Demeter. There will be money enough for that, if the bill stands over.”
“And when Demeter is finished?” asked May.
“When she is finished I shall have done my best. And if others do not think my best good——”
Tom left the sentence unfinished.
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