They crossed, and walked the length of Islington High Street, then a short way along its continuation, Upper Street. Once or twice Clara had barely glanced at Kirkwood, but his eyes made no reply, and his lips were resolutely7 closed. She did not seem offended by this silence; on the contrary, her face was cheerful, and she smiled to herself now and then. One would have imagined that she found pleasure in the sombreness of which she was the cause.
She stopped at length, and said:
‘I suppose you don’t want to go in with me?’
‘No.’
‘Then I’ll say good-night. Thank you for coming so far out of your way.’
‘I’ll wait. I may as well walk back with you, if you don’t mind.’
‘Oh, very well. I shan’t be many minutes.’
She passed on and entered the place of refreshment8 that was kept by Mrs. Tubbs. Till recently it had been an ordinary eating-house or coffee-shop; but having succeeded in obtain a license9 to sell strong liquors, Mrs. Tubbs had converted the establishment into one of a more pretentious10 kind. She called it ‘Imperial Restaurant and Luncheon11 Bar.’ The front shone with vermilion paint; the interior was aflare with many gas-jets; in the window was disposed a tempting12 exhibition of ‘snacks’ of fish, cold roast fowls13, ham-sandwiches, and the like; whilst farther back stood a cooking-stove, whereon frizzled and vapoured a savoury mess of sausages and onions.
Sidney turned away a few paces. The inclemency14 of the night made Upper Street — the promenade15 of a great district on account of its spacious16 pavement — less frequented than usual; but there were still numbers of people about, some hastening homewards, some sauntering hither and thither18 in the familiar way, some gathered into gossiping groups. Kirkwood was irritated by the conversation and laughter that fell on his ears, irritated by the distant strains of the band, irritated above all by the fume20 of frying that pervaded21 the air for many yards about Mrs. Tubbs’s precincts. He observed that the customers tending that way were numerous. They consisted mainly of lads and young men who had come forth22 from neighbouring places of entertainment. The locality and its characteristics had been familiar to him from youth upwards23; but his nature was not subdued24 to what it worked in, and the present fit of disgust was only an accentuation of a mood by which he was often possessed25. To the Hewetts he had spoken impartially27 of Mrs. Tubbs and her bar; probably that was the right view; but now there came back upon him the repugnance28 with which he had regarded Clara’s proposal when it was first made.
It seemed to him that he had waited nearly half an hour when Clara came forth again. In silence she walked on beside him. Again they crossed by the ‘Angel’ and entered St. John Street Road.
‘You’ve made your arrangements?’ Sidney said, now that there were few people passing.
‘Yes; I shall go on Monday.’
‘You’re going to live there altogether?’
‘Yes; it’ll be more convenient, and then it’ll give them more room at home. Bob can sleep with the children, and save money.’
‘To be sure!’ observed the young man with bitter irony29.
Clara flashed a glance at him. It was a new thing for Sidney to take this tone with her; not seldom he had expressed unfavourable judgments30 by silence, but he had never spoken to her otherwise than with deference31 and gentleness.
‘You don’t seem in a very good temper to-night, Mr. Kirkwood.’ she remarked in a suave32 tone.
He disregarded her words, but in a few moments turned upon her and said scornfully:
‘I hope you’ll enjoy the pleasant, ladylike work you’ve found! I should think it’ll improve your self-respect to wait on the gentlemen of Upper Street!’
Irony is not a weapon much in use among working people; their wits in general are too slow. With Sidney, however, it had always been a habit of speech in indignant criticism, and sympathy made him aware that nothing would sting Clara more acutely. He saw that he was successful when she turned her head away and moved it nervously33.
‘And do you suppose I go there because the place pleases me?’ she asked in a cold, hostile voice. ‘You make a great mistake, as you always do when you pretend to know anything about me. Wait till I’ve learned a little about the business; you won’t find me in Upper Street then.’
‘I understand.’
Again they walked on in silence. They were nearing Clerkenwell Close, and had to pass a corner of the prison in a dark lane, where the wind moaned drearily34. The line of the high blank wall was relieved in colourless gloom against a sky of sheer night. Opposite, the shapes of poverty-eaten houses and grimy workshops stood huddling35 in the obscurity. From near at hand came shrill36 voices of children chasing each other about — children playing at midnight between slum and gaol37!
‘We’re not likely to see much of each other after to-night,’ said Sidney, stopping.
‘The less the better, I should say, if this is how you’re going to talk to me.’
‘The less the better, perhaps — at all events for a time. But there’s one or two things on my mind, and I’ll say them now. I don’t know whether you think anything about it, but you must have seen that things are getting worse and worse at home. Your mother —’
‘She’s no mother of mine!’ broke in Clara angrily.
‘She’s been a mother to you in kindness, that’s certain, and you’ve repaid her almost as ill as you could have done. Another girl would have made her hard life a bit easier. No; you’ve only thought of yourself. Your father walks about day after day trying to get work, and how do you meet him when he comes home? You fret38 him and anger him; you throw him back ill-tempered words when he happens to think different from you; you almost break his heart, because you won’t give way in things that he only means for your good — he that would give his life for you! It’s as well you should hear the truth for once, and hear it from me, too. Anyone else might speak from all sorts of motives39; as for me, it makes me suffer more to say such things than it ever could you to hear them. Laugh if you like! I don’t ask you to pay any heed40 to what I’ve wished and hoped; but just give a thought to your father, and the rest of them at home. I told him to-night he’d only to trust you, that you never could do anything to make him ashamed of you. I said so, and I believe it. Look, Clara! with all my heart I believe it. But now you’ve got your way, think of them a little.’
‘It isn’t your fault if I don’t know how bad I am,’ said the girl with a half-smile. That she did not resent his lecture more decidedly was no doubt due to its having afforded new proof of the power she had over him. Sidney was shaken with emotion; his voice all but failed him at the last.
‘Good-bye,’ he said, turning away.
Clara hesitated, looked at him, but finally also said ‘Good-bye,’ and went on alone.
She walked with bent41 head, and almost passed the house-door in absence of thought. On the threshold was standing42 Miss Peckover; she drew aside to let Clara pass. Between these two was a singular rivalry43. Though by date a year younger than Clara, Clem gave no evidence of being physically44 less mature. In the matter of personal charms she regarded herself as by far Miss Hewett’s superior, and resented vigorously the tone of the latter’s behaviour to her. Clara, on the other hand, looked down upon Miss Peckover as a mere45 vulgar girl; she despised her brother Bob because he’ had allowed himself to be inveigled46 by Clem; in intellect, in social standing, she considered herself out of all comparison with the landlady’s daughter. Clem had the obvious advantage of being able to ridicule47 the Hewetts’ poverty, and did so without sparing. Now, for instance, when Clara was about to pass with a distant ‘Good-night,’ Clem remarked:
‘It’s cold, ain’t it? I wonder you don’t put on a ulster, a night like this.’
‘Thank you,’ was the reply. ‘I shan’t consult you about how I’m to dress.’
Clem laughed, knowing she had the best of the joke.
The other went upstairs, and entered the back-room, where it was quite dark.
‘That you, Clara?’ asked Amy’s voice. ‘The candle’s on the mantel-shelf.’
‘Why aren’t you asleep?’ Clara returned sharply. But the irritation48 induced by Clem’s triumph quickly passed in reflection on Sidney’s mode of leave-taking. That had not at all annoyed her, but it had made her thoughtful. She lit the candle. Its light disclosed a room much barer than the other one. There was one bed, in which Amy and Annie lay (Clara had to share it with them), and a mattress49 placed on the floor, where reposed50 little Tom; a low chest of drawers with a very small looking-glass upon it, a washstand, a few boxes. Handsome girls, unfortunate enough to have brains to boot, do not cultivate the patient virtues51 in chambers52 of this description.
There was a knock at the door. Clara found her father standing there.
‘Have you anything to tell me, my girl?’ he asked in a subdued voice, furtively54 regarding her.
‘I shall go on Monday.’
He drew back a step, and seemed about to return to the other room.
‘Father, I shall have to give Mrs. Tubbs the five shillings for a few weeks. She’s going to let me have a new dress.’
‘Your earnin’s is your own, Clara.’
‘Yes; but I hope very soon to be able to give you something. It’s hard for you, having no work.’
John brightened wonderfully.
‘Don’t you trouble, my dear. That’s all right. Things’ll come round somehow. You’re a good girl. Good-night, my darlin’!’
He kissed her, and went consoled to his rest.
Miss Peckover kept going up and down between the kitchen and the front-door. Down below, Jane was cleaning a copper55 kettle. Clem, who had her sweetest morsel56 of cruelty yet in store, had devised this pleasant little job as a way of keeping the child employed till all was quiet.
She had just come down to watch the progress of the work, and to give a smart rap or two on the toiling57 fingers, when a heavy footstep in the passage caused her to dart58 upstairs again. It was Bob Hewett, returned from his evening recreations.
‘Oh, that’s you, is it?’ cried Clem. ‘Come down; I want to speak to you.’
‘Wait till tomorrow,’ answered Bob, advancing towards the stairs.
‘Wait! we’ll see about that!’
She sprang forward, and with a prompt exertion59 of muscle, admirable in its way, whirled Bob round and dragged him to the head of the kitchen flight. The young fellow took it in good part, and went down with her.
‘You go up into the passage,’ said Clem to her servant, and was immediately obeyed.
‘Now,’ resumed Miss Peckover, when she had closed the door, ‘who have you been goin’ about with to-night?’
‘What are you talking about?’ returned Bob, who had seated himself on the table, and was regarding Clem jocosely60. ‘I’ve been with some pals61, that’s all.’
‘Pals! what sort o’ pals? Do you call Pennyloaf Candy one o’ your pals?’
She stood before him in a superb attitude, her head poised62 fiercely, her arms quivering at her sides, all the stature63 and vigour64 of her young body emphasised by muscular strain.
‘Pennyloaf Candy!’ Bob repeated, as if in scorn of the person so named. ‘Get on with you! I’m sick of hearing you talk about her. Why I haven’t seen her not these three weeks.’
‘It’s a —— lie!’ Clem’s epithet65 was too vigorous for reproduction. ‘Sukey Jollop saw you with her down by the meat-market, an’ Jeck Bartley saw you too.’
‘Jeck did?’ He laughed with obstreperous66 scorn. ‘Why, Jeck’s gone to Homerton to his mother till Saturday night. Don’t be such a bloomin’ fool! Just because Suke Jollop’s dead nuts on me, an’ I won’t have nothin’ to say to her, she goes tellin’ these bloomin’ lies. When I see her next, I’ll make her go down on her marrow-bones an’ beg my pardon. See if I don’t just!’
There was an engaging frankness in Bob’s way of defending himself which evidently impressed Miss Peckover, though it did not immediately soothe67 her irritation. She put her arms a-kimbo, and examined him with a steady suspicion which would have disconcerted most young men. Bob, however, only laughed more heartily68. The scene was prolonged. Bob had no recourse to tenderness to dismiss the girl’s jealousy69. His self-conceit was supreme70, and had always stood him in such stead with the young ladies who, to use his own expression, were ‘dead nuts on him,’ that his love-making, under whatever circumstances, always took the form of genial71 banter72 de haut en bas. ‘Don’t be a bloomin’ fool!’ was the phrase he deemed of most efficacy in softening73 the female heart; and the result seemed to justify74 him, for after some half-hour’s wrangling75, Clem abandoned her hostile attitude, and eyed him with a savage76 kind of admiration77.
‘When are you goin’ to buy me that locket, Bob, to put a bit of your ‘air in?’ she inquired pertinently78.
‘You just wait, can’t you? There’s a event coming off next week. I won’t say nothing, but you just wait.’
‘I’m tired o’ waitin’. See here; you ain’t goin’ to best me out of it?’
‘Me best you? Don’t be a bloomin’ fool, Clem!’
He laughed heartily, and in a few minutes allowed himself to be embraced and sent off to his chamber53 at the top of the house.
Clem summoned her servant from the passage. At the same moment there entered another lodger79, the only one whose arrival Clem still awaited. His mode of ascending80 the stairs was singular; one would have imagined that he bore some heavy weight, for he proceeded very slowly, with a great clumping81 noise, surmounting82 one step at a time in the manner of a child. It was Mr. Marple, the cab-driver, and his way of going up to bed was very simply explained by the fact that a daily sixteen hours of sitting on the box left his legs in a numb17 and practically useless condition.
The house was now quiet. Clem locked the front-door and returned to the kitchen, eager with anticipation83 of the jest she was going to carry out. First of all she had to pick a quarrel with Jane; this was very easily managed. She pretended to look about the room for a minute, then asked fiercely:
‘What’s gone with that sixpence I left on the dresser?’
Jane looked up in terror. She was worn almost to the last point of endurance by her day and night of labour and agitation84. Her face was bloodless, her eyelids85 were swollen86 with the need of sleep.
‘Sixpence!’ she faltered87, ‘I’m sure I haven’t seen no sixpence, miss.’
‘You haven’t? Now, I’ve caught you at last. There’s been nobody ’ere but you. Little thief! We’ll see about this in the mornin’, an’ to-night you shall sleep in the back-kitchen!’
The child gasped88 for breath. The terror of sudden death could not have exceeded that which rushed upon her heart when she was told that she must pass her night in the room where lay the coffin89.
‘An’ you shan’t have no candle, neither,’ proceeded Clem, delighted with the effect she was producing. ‘Come along! I’m off to bed, an’ I’ll see you safe locked in first, so as no one can come an’ hurt you.’
‘Miss! please! — I can’t, I durstn’t!’
Jane pleaded in inarticulate anguish90. But Clem had caught her by the arm, was dragging her on, on, till she was at the very door of that ghastly death-cellar. Though thirteen years old, her slight frame was as incapable91 of resisting Clem Peckover’s muscles as an infant’s would have been. The door was open, but at that moment Jane uttered a shriek92 which rang and echoed through the whole house. Startled, Clem relaxed her grasp. Jane tore herself away, fled up the kitchen stairs, fled upwards still, flung herself at the feet of someone who had come out on to the landing and held a light.
‘Oh, help me! Don’t let her! Help me!’
‘What’s up with you, Jane?’ asked Clara, for it was she who, not being yet in bed, had come forth at once on hearing the scream.
Jane could only cling to her garment, pant hysterically93, repeat the same words of entreaty94 again and again. Another door opened, and John Hewett appeared half-dressed.
‘What’s wrong?’ he cried. ‘The ’ouse o’ fire? Who yelled out like that?’
Clem was coming up; she spoke26 from the landing below.
‘It’s that Jane, just because I gave her a rap as she deserved. Send her down again.’
‘Oh, no!’ cried the poor girl. ‘Miss Hewett! be a friend to me! She’s goin’ to shut me up all night with the coffin. Don’t let her, miss! I durstn’t! Oh, be a friend to me!’
‘Little liar19!’ shouted Clem. ‘Oh, that bloomin’ little liar! when I never said a word o’ such a thing!’
‘I’ll believe her a good deal sooner than you,’ returned Clara sharply. ‘Why, anybody can see she’s tellin’ the truth — can’t they, father? She’s half-scared out of her life. Come in here, Jane; you shall stay here till morning.’
By this time all the grown-up people in the house were on the staircase; the clang of tongues was terrific. Clem held her ground stoutly95, and in virulence96 was more than a match for all her opponents. Even Bob did not venture to take her part; he grinned down over the banisters, and enjoyed the entertainment immensely. Dick Snape, whose room Bob shared, took the opportunity of paying off certain old scores he had standing against Clem. Mr. Marple, the cab-driver, was very loud and very hoarse97 in condemnation98 of such barbarity. Mrs. Hewett, looking as if she had herself risen from a coffin, cried shame on the general heartlessness with which Jane was used.
Clara held to her resolve. She led Jane into the bedroom, then, with a parting shot at Miss Peckover, herself entered and locked the door.
‘Drink some water, Jane,’ she said, doing her best to reassure99 the child. ‘You’re safe for to-night, and we’ll see what Mrs. Peckover says about this when she comes back tomorrow.’
Jane looked at her rescuer with eyes in which eternal gratitude100 mingled101 with fear for the future. She could cry now, poor thing, and so little by little recover herself. Words to utter her thanks she had none; she could only look something of what she felt. Clara made her undress and lie down with little Tom on the mattress. In a quarter of an hour the candle was extinguished, and but for the wind, which rattled102 sashes and doors, and made ghostly sounds in the chimneys, there was silence throughout the house.
Something awoke Clara before dawn. She sat up, and became aware that Jane was talking and crying wildly, evidently reacting in her sleep the scene of a few hours ago. With difficulty Clara broke her slumber103.
‘Don’t you feel well, Jane?’ she asked, noticing a strangeness in the child’s way of replying to her.
‘Not very, miss. My head’s bad, an’ I’m so thirsty. May I drink out of the jug104, miss?’
‘Stay where you are. I’ll bring it to you.’
Jane drank a great deal. Presently she fell again into slumber, which was again broken in the same way. Clara did not go to sleep, and as soon as it was daylight she summoned her father to come and look at the child. Jane was ill, and, as everyone could see, rapidly grew worse.
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