‘Why, what have you been doing to your hair?’ he asked abruptly1.
A stranger would have seen nothing remarkable2 in John Hewett’s hair, unless he had reflected that, being so sparse3, it had preserved its dark hue4 and its gloss5 somewhat unusually. The short beard and whiskers were also of richer colour than comported6 with the rest of the man’s appearance. Judging from his features alone, one would have taken John for sixty at least; his years were in truth not quite two-and-fifty. He had the look of one worn out with anxiety and hardship; the lines engraven upon his face were of extraordinary depth and frequency; there seemed to be little flesh between the dry skin and the bones which sharply outlined his visage. The lips were, like those of his son, prominent and nervous, but none of Bob’s shrewdness was here discoverable; feeling rather than intellect appeared to be the father’s characteristic. His eyes expressed self-will, perhaps obstinacy7, and he had a peculiarly dogged manner of holding his head. At the present moment he was suffering from extreme fatigue8; he let himself sink upon a chair, threw his hat on to the floor, and rested a hand on each knee. His boots were thickly covered with mud; his corduroy trousers were splashed with the same. Rain had drenched9 him; it trickled10 to the floor from all his garments.
For answer to Sidney’s question, he nodded towards his wife, and said in a thick voice, ‘Ask her.’
‘He’s dyed it,’ Mrs. Hewett explained, with no smile. ‘He thought one of the reasons why he couldn’t get work was his lookin’ too old.’
‘An’ so it was,’ exclaimed Hewett, with an angry vehemence11 which at once declared his position and revealed much of his history. ‘So it was My hair was a bit turned, an’ nowadays there’s no chance for old men. Ask any one you like. Why, there’s Sam Lang couldn’t even get a job at gardenin’ ‘cause his hair was a bit turned. It was him as told me what to do. “Dye your hair, Jack,” he says; “it’s what I’ve had to myself,” he says. “They won’t have old men nowadays, at no price.” Why, there’s Jarvey the painter; you know him, Sidney. His guvnor sent him on a job to Jones’s place, an’ they sent him back. “Why, he’s an old man,” they says. “What good’s a man of that age for liftin’ ladders about?” An’ Jarvey’s no older than me.’
Sidney knitted his brows. He had heard the complaint from too many men to be able to dispute its justice.
‘When there’s twice too many of us for the work that’s to be done,’ pursued John, ‘what else can you expect? The old uns have to give way, of course. Let ’em beg; let ’em starve! What use are they?’
Mrs. Hewett had put a kettle on the fire, and began to arrange the table for a meal.
‘Go an’ get your wet things off, John,’ she said. ‘You’ll be havin’ your rheumatics again.’
‘Never mind me, Maggie. What business have you to be up an’ about? You need a good deal more takin’ care of than I do. Here, let Amy get the tea.’
The three children, Amy, Annie, and Tom, had come forward, as only children do who are wont12 to be treated affectionately on their father’s return. John had a kiss and a caress13 for each of them; then he stepped to the bed and looked at his latest born. The baby was moaning feebly; he spoke14 no word to it, and on turning away glanced about the room absently. In the meantime his wife had taken some clothing from a chest of drawers, and at length he was persuaded to go into the other room and change. When he returned, the meal was ready. It consisted of a scrap15 of cold steak, left over from yesterday, and still upon the original dish amid congealed16 fat; a spongy half-quartern loaf, that species of baker’s bread of which a great quantity can be consumed with small effect on the appetite; a shapeless piece of something purchased under the name of butter, dabbed17 into a shallow basin; some pickled cabbage in a tea-cup; and, lastly, a pot of tea, made by adding a teaspoonful18 or two to the saturated19 leaves which had already served at breakfast and mid-day. This repast was laid on a very dirty cloth. The cups were unmatched and chipped, the knives were in all stages of decrepitude20; the teapot was of dirty tin, with a damaged spout21.
Sidney began to affect cheerfulness. He took little Annie on one of his knees, and Tom on the other. The mature Amy presided. Hewett ate the morsel23 of meat, evidently without thinking about it; he crumbled24 a piece of bread, and munched25 mouthfuls in silence. Of the vapid26 liquor called tea he drank cup after cup.
‘What’s the time?’ he asked at length. ‘Where’s Clara?’
‘I daresay she’s doin’ overtime,’ replied his wife. ‘She won’t be much longer.’
The man was incapable27 of remaining in one spot for more than a few minutes. Now he went to look at the baby; now he stirred the fire; now he walked across the room aimlessly. He was the embodiment of worry. As soon as the meal was over, Amy, Annie, and Tom were sent off to bed. They occupied the second room, together with Clara; Bob shared the bed of a fellow-workman upstairs. This was great extravagance, obviously; other people would have made two rooms sufficient for all, and many such families would have put up with one. But Hewett had his ideas of decency28, and stuck to them with characteristic wilfulness29.
‘Where do you think I’ve been this afternoon?’ John began, when the three little ones were gone, and Mrs. Hewett had been persuaded to lie down upon the bed. ‘Walked to Enfleld an’ back. I was told of a job out there; but it’s no good; they’re full up. They say exercise is good for the ‘ealth. I shall be a ‘ealthy man before long, it seems to me. What do you think?’
‘Have you been to see Corder again?’ asked Sidney, after reflecting anxiously.
‘No, I haven’t!’ was the angry reply; ‘an’ what’s more, I ain’t goin’ to! He’s one o’ them men I can’t get on with. As long as you make yourself small before him, an’ say “sir” to him with every other word, an’ keep tellin’ him as he’s your Providence31 on earth, an’ as you don’t know how ever you’d get on without him — well, it’s all square, an’ he’ll keep you on the job. That’s just what I can’t do — never could, an’ never shall. I should have to hear them children cryin’ for food before I could do it. So don’t speak to me about Corder again. It makes me wild!’
Sidney tapped the floor with his foot. Himself a single man, without responsibilities, always in fairly good work, he could not invariably sympathise with Hewett’s sore and impracticable pride. His own temper did not err32 in the direction of meekness33, but as he looked round the room he felt that a home such as this would drive him to any degree of humiliation34. John knew what the young man’s thoughts were; he resumed in a voice of exasperated35 bitterness.
‘No, I haven’t been to Corder — I beg his pardon; Mister Corder — James Corder, Esquire. But where do you think I went this mornin’? Mrs. Peckover brought up a paper an’ showed me an advertisement. Gorbutt in Goswell Bead36 wanted a man to clean windows an’ sweep up, an’ so on; — offered fifteen bob a week. Well, I went. Didn’t I, mother? Didn’t I go after that job? I got there at half-past eight; an’ what do you think I found? If there was one man standin’ at Gorbutt’s door, there was five hundred! Don’t you believe me? You go an’ ask them as lives about there. If there was one, there was five hundred! Why, the p’lice had to come an’ keep the road clear. Fifteen bob What was the use o’ me standin’ there, outside the crowd? What was the use, I say? Such a lot o’ poor starvin’ devils you never saw brought together in all your life. There they was, lookin’ ready to fight with one another for the fifteen bob a week. Didn’t I come back and tell you about it, mother? An’ if they’d all felt like me, they’d a turned against the shop an’ smashed it up — ay, an’ every other shop in the street! What use? Why, no use; but I tell you that’s how I felt. If any man had said as much as a rough word to me, I’d a gone at him like a bulldog. I felt like a beast. I wanted to fight, I tell you — to fight till the life was kicked an’ throttled37 out of me!’
‘John, don’t, don’t go on in that way,’ cried his wife, sobbing38 miserably39. ‘Don’t let him go on like that, Sidney.’
Hewett jumped up and walked about.
‘What’s the time?’ he asked the next moment. And when Sidney told him that it was half-past nine, he exclaimed, ‘Then why hasn’t Clara come ‘ome? What’s gone with her?’
‘Perhaps she’s at Mrs. Tubbs’s,’ replied his wife, in a low voice, looking at Kirkwood.
‘An’ what call has she to be there? Who gave her leave to go there?’
There was another exchange of looks between Sidney and Mrs. Hewett; then the latter with hesitation40 and timidity told of Mrs. Tubbs’s visit to her that evening, and of the proposals the woman had made.
‘I won’t hear of it:’ cried John. ‘I won’t have my girl go for a barmaid, so there’s an end of it. I tell you she shan’t go!’
‘I can understand you, Mr. Hewett,’ said Sidney, in a tone of argument softened41 by deference42; ‘but don’t you think you’d better make a few inquiries43, at all events? You see, it isn’t exactly a barmaid’s place. I mean to say, Mrs. Tubbs doesn’t keep a public-house where people stand about drinking all day. It is only a luncheon-bar, and respectable enough.’
John turned and regarded him with astonishment44.
‘Why, I thought you was as much set against it as me? What’s made you come round like this? I s’pose you’ve got tired of her, an’ that’s made you so you don’t care.’
The young man’s eyes flashed angrily, but before he could make a rejoinder Mrs. Hewett interposed.
‘For shame o’ yourself, John If you can’t talk better sense than that, don’t talk at all. He don’t mean it, Sidney. He’s half drove off his head with trouble.’
‘If he does think it,’ said Kirkwood, speaking sternly but with self-command, ‘let him say what he likes. He can’t say worse than I should deserve.’
There was an instant of silence. Hewett’s head hung with more than the usual doggedness. Then he addressed Sidney, sullenly46, but in a tone which admitted his error.
‘What have you got to say? Never mind me. I’m only the girl’s father, an’ there’s not much heed47 paid to fathers nowadays. What have you got to say about Clara? If you’ve changed your mind about her goin’ there, just tell me why.’
Sidney could not bring himself to speak at once, but an appealing look from Mrs. Hewett decided48 him.
‘Look here, Mr. Hewett,’ he began, with blunt earnestness. If any harm came to Clara I should feel it every bit as much as you, and that you ought to know by this time. All the same, what I’ve got to say is this: Let her go to Mrs. Tubbs for a month’s trial. If you persist in refusing her, mark my words, you’ll be sorry. I’ve thought it all over, and I know what I’m talking about. The girl can’t put up with the work room any longer. It’s ruining her health, for one thing, anybody can see that, and it’s making her so discontented, she’ll soon get reckless. I understand your feeling well enough, but I understand her as well; at all events, I believe I do. She wants a change; she’s getting tired of her very life.’
‘Very well,’ cried the father in shrill49 irritation50, ‘why doesn’t she take the change that’s offered to her? She’s no need to go neither to workroom nor to bar. There’s a good home waiting for her, isn’t there? What’s come to the girl? She used to go on as if she liked you well enough.’
‘A girl alters a deal between fifteen and seventeen,’ Sidney replied, forcing himself to speak with an air of calmness, of impartiality51. ‘She wasn’t old enough to know her own mind. I’m tired of plaguing her. I feel ashamed to say another word to her, and that’s the truth. She only gets more and more set against me. If it’s ever to come right, it’ll have to be by waiting; we won’t talk about that any more. Think of her quite apart from me, and what I’ve been hoping. She’s seventeen years old. You can’t deal with a girl of that age like you can with Amy and Annie. You’ll have to trust her, Mr. Hewett. You’ll have to, because there’s no help for it. We’re working people, we are; we’re the lower orders; our girls have to go out and get their livings. We teach them the best we can, and the devil knows they’ve got examples enough of misery52 and ruin before their eyes to help them to keep straight. Rich people can take care of their daughters as much as they like; they can treat them like children till they’re married; people of our kind can’t do that, and it has to be faced.’
John sat with dark brow, his eyes staring on vacancy53.
‘It’s right what Sidney says, father,’ put in Mrs. Hewett; ‘we can’t help it.’
‘You may perhaps have done harm when you meant only to do good,’ pursued Sidney. ‘Always being so anxious, and showing what account you make of her, perhaps you’ve led her to think a little too much of herself. She knows other fathers don’t go on in that way. And now she wants more freedom, she feels it worse than other girls do when you begin to deny her. Talk to her in a different way; talk as if you trusted her. Depend upon it, it’s the only hold you have upon her. Don’t be so much afraid. Clara has her faults — see them as well as any one — but I’ll never believe she’d darken your life of her own free will.’
There was an unevenness54, a jerky vehemence, in his voice, which told how difficult it was for him to take this side in argument. He often hesitated, obviously seeking phrases which should do least injury to the father’s feelings. The expression of pain on his forehead and about his lips testified to the sincerity55 with which he urged his views, at the same time to a lurking56 fear lest impulse should be misleading him. Hewett kept silence, in aspect as far as ever from yielding. Of a sudden he raised his hand, and said, ‘Husht!’ There was a familiar step on the stairs. Then the door opened and admitted Clara.
The girl could not but be aware that the conversation she interrupted had reference to herself. Her father gazed fixedly57 at her; Sidney glanced towards her with self-consciousness, and at once averted58 his eyes; Mrs. Hewett examined her with apprehension59. Having carelessly closed the door with a push, she placed her umbrella in the corner and began to unbutton her gloves. Her attitude was one of affected60 unconcern; she held her head stiffly, and let her eyes wander to the farther end of the room. The expression of her face was cold, preoccupied61; she bit her lower lip so that the under part of it protruded62.
‘Where have you been, Clara?’ her father asked.
She did not answer immediately, but finished drawing off her gloves and rolled them up by turning one over the other. Then she said indifferently:
‘I’ve been to see Mrs. Tubbs.’
‘And who gave you leave?’ asked Hewett with irritation.
‘I don’t see that I needed any leave. I knew she was coming here to speak to you or mother, so I went, after work, to ask what you’d said.’
She was not above the middle stature63 of women, but her slimness and erectness64, and the kind of costume she wore made her seem tall as she stood in this low-ceiled room. Her features were of very uncommon65 type, at once sensually attractive and bearing the stamp of intellectual vigour66. The profile was cold, subtle, original; in full face, her high cheekbones and the heavy, almost horizontal line of her eyebrows67 were the points that first drew attention, conveying an idea of force of character. The eyes themselves were hazel-coloured, and, whatever her mood, preserved a singular pathos68 of expression, a look as of self-pity, of unconscious appeal against some injustice69. In contrast with this her lips were defiant70, insolent71, unscrupulous; a shadow of the naivete of childhood still lingered upon them, but, though you divined the earlier pout22 of the spoilt girl, you felt that it must have foretold72 this danger-signal in the mature woman. Such cast of countenance73 could belong only to one who intensified74 in her personality an inheritance of revolt; who, combining the temper of an ambitious woman with the forces of a man’s brain, had early learnt that the world was not her friend nor the world’s law.
Her clothing made but poor protection against the rigours of a London winter. Its peculiarity75 (bearing in mind her position) was the lack of any pretended elegance76. A close-fitting, short jacket of plain cloth made evident the grace of her bust77; beneath was a brown dress with one row of kilting. She wore a hat of brown felt, the crown rising from back to front, the narrow brim closely turned up all round. The high collar of the jacket alone sheltered her neck. Her gloves, though worn, were obviously of good kid; her boots — strangest thing of all in a work-girl’s daily attire78 — were both strong and shapely. This simplicity79 seemed a declaration that she could not afford genuine luxuries and scorned to deck herself with shams80.
The manner of her reply inflamed81 Hewett with impotent wrath82. He smote83 the table violently, then sprang up and flung his chair aside.
‘Is that the way you’ve learnt to speak to your father?’ he shouted. ‘Haven’t I told you you’re not to go nowhere without my leave or your mother’s? Do you pay no heed to what I bid you? If so, say it! Say it at once, and have done with it.’
Clara was quietly removing her hat. In doing so, she disclosed the one thing which gave proof of regard for personal appearance. Her hair was elaborately dressed. Drawn84 up from the neck, it was disposed in thick plaits upon the top of her head; in front were a few rows of crisping. She affected to be quite unaware85 that words had been spoken to her, and stood smoothing each side of her forehead.
John strode forward and laid his hands roughly upon her shoulders.
‘Look at me, will you? Speak, will you?’
Clara jerked herself from his grasp and regarded him with insolent surprise. Of fear there was no trace upon her countenance; she seemed to experience only astonishment at such unwonted behaviour from her father, and resentment86 on her own behalf. Sidney Kirkwood had risen, and advanced a step or two, as if in apprehension of harm to the girl, but his interference was unneeded. Hewett recovered his self-control as soon as Clara repelled87 him. It was the first time he had ever laid a hand upon one of his children other than gently; his exasperation88 came of over-tried nerves, of the experiences he had gone through in search of work that day, and the keen suffering occasioned by his argument with Sidney. The practical confirmation89 of Sidney’s warning that he must no longer hope to control Clara like a child stung him too poignantly90; he obeyed an unreasoning impulse to recover his authority by force.
The girl’s look entered his heart like a stab; she had never faced him like this before, saying more plainly than with words that she defied him to control her. His child’s face, the face he loved best of all! yet at this moment he was searching it vainly for the lineaments that were familiar to him. Something had changed her, had hardened her against him, in a moment. It seemed impossible that there should come such severance91 between them. John revolted against it, as against all the other natural laws that visited him harshly.
‘What’s come to you, my girl?’ he said in a thick voice. ‘What’s wrong between us, Clara? Haven’t I always done my best for you? If I was the worst enemy you had, you couldn’t look at me crueller.’
‘I think it’s me that should ask what’s come to you, father,’ she returned with her former self-possession. ‘You treat me as if I was a baby. I want to know what you’re going to say about Mrs. Tubbs. I suppose mother’s told you what she offers me?’
Sidney had not resumed his chair. Before Hewett could reply he said:
‘I think I’ll leave you to talk over this alone.’
‘No; stay where you are,’ said John gruffly. ‘Look here, Clara. Sidney’s been talkin’ to me; he’s been sayin’ that I ought to let you have your own way in this. Yes, you may well look as if it surprised you.’ Clara had just glanced at the young man, slightly raising her eyebrows, but at once looked away again with a careless movement of the head. ‘He says what it’s hard an’ cruel for me to believe, though I half begin to see that he’s right; he says you won’t pay no more heed to what I wish, an’ it’s me now must give way to you. I didn’t use to think me an’ Clara would come to that; but it looks like it — it looks like it.’
The girl stood with downcast eyes. Once more her face had suffered a change; the lips were no longer malignant92, her forehead had relaxed from its haughty93 frown. The past fortnight had been a period of contest between her father’s stubborn fears and her own determination to change the mode of her life. Her self-will was only intensified by opposition94. John had often enough experienced this, but hitherto the points at issue had been trifles, matters in which the father could yield for the sake of pleasing his child. Serious resistance brought out for the first time all the selfish forces of her nature. She was prepared to go all lengths rather than submit, now the question of her liberty had once been broached95. Already there was a plan in her mind for quitting home, regardless of all the misery she would cause, reckless of what future might be in store for herself. But the first sign of yielding on her father’s part touched the gentler elements of her nature. Thus was she constituted; merciless in egotism when put to the use of all her weapons, moved to warmest gratitude96 as soon as concession97 was made to her. To be on ill terms with her father had caused her pain, the only effect of which, however, was to heighten the sullen45 impracticability of her temper. At the first glimpse of relief from overstrained emotions, she desired that all angry feeling should be at an end. Having gained her point, she could once more be the affectionately wilful30 girl whose love was the first necessity of John Hewett’s existence.
‘Well,’ John pursued, reading her features eagerly, ‘I’ll say no more about that, and I won’t stand in the way of what you’ve set your mind on. But understand, Clara, my girl! It’s because Sidney persuaded me. Sidney answers for it, mind you that!’
His voice trembled, and he looked at the young man with something like anger in his eyes.
‘I’m willing to do that, Mr. Hewett,’ said Kirkwood in a low but firm voice, his eyes turned away from Clara. ‘No human being can answer for another in the real meaning of the word; but I take upon myself to say that Clara will bring you no sorrow. She hears me say it. They’re not the kind of words that a man speaks without thought of what they mean.’
Clara had seated herself by the table, and was moving a finger along the pattern of the dirty white cloth. She bit her under-lip in the manner already described, seemingly her habit when she wished to avoid any marked expression of countenance.
‘I can’t see what Mr. Kirkwood’s got to do with it at all,’ she said, with indifference98, which now, however, was rather good-humoured than the reverse. ‘I’m sure I don’t want anybody to answer for me.’ A slight toss of the head. ‘You’d have let me go in any case, father; so I don’t see you need bring Mr. Kirkwood’s name in.’
Hewett turned away to the fireplace and hung his head. Sidney, gazing darkly at the girl, saw her look towards him, and she smiled. The strange effect of that smile upon her features! It gave gentleness to the mouth, and, by making more manifest the intelligent light of her eyes, emphasised the singular pathos inseparable from their regard. It was a smile to which a man would concede anything, which would vanquish99 every prepossession, which would inspire pity and tenderness and devotion in the heart of sternest resentment.
Sidney knew its power only too well; he averted his face. Then Clara rose again and said:
‘I shall just walk round and tell Mrs. Tubbs. It isn’t late, and she’d like to know as soon as possible.’
‘Oh, surely it’ll do in the mornin’!’ exclaimed Mrs. Hewett, who had followed the conversation in silent anxiety.
Clara paid no attention, but at once put on her hat again. Then she said, ‘I won’t be long, father,’ and moved towards the door.
Hewett did not look round.
‘Will you let me walk part of the way with you?’ Sidney asked abruptly.
‘Certainly, if you like.’
He bade the two who remained’ Good-night,’ and followed Clara downstairs.
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