Characteristic of the locality is a certain row of one-storey cottages — villas5, the advertiser calls them — built of white brick, each with one bay window on the ground floor, a window pretentiously6 fashioned and desiring to be taken for stone, though obviously made of bad plaster. Before each house is a garden, measuring six feet by three, entered by a little iron gate, which grinds as you push it, and at no time would latch7. The front-door also grinds on the sill; it can only be opened by force, and quivers in a way that shows how unsubstantially it is made. As you set foot in the pinched passage, the sound of your tread proves the whole fabric8 a thing of lath and sand. The ceilings, the walls, confess themselves neither water-tight nor air-tight. Whatever you touch is at once found to be sham9.
In the kitchen of one of these houses, at two o’clock on a Saturday afternoon in September, three young people were sitting down to the dinner-table: a girl of nearly fourteen, her sister, a year younger, and their brother not yet eleven. All were decently dressed, but very poorly; a glance at them, and you knew that in this house there was little money to spend on superfluities. The same impression was produced by the appointments of the kitchen, which was disorderly, too, and spoke11 neglect of the scrubbing-brush. As for the table, it was ill laid and worse supplied. The meal was to consist of the fag-end of a shoulder of mutton, some villainously cooked potatoes (a l’Anglaise) and bread.
‘Oh, I can’t eat this rot again!’ cried the boy, making a dig with his fork at the scarcely clad piece of bone. ‘I shall have bread and cheese. Lug12 the cheese out, Annie!’
‘No, you won’t,’ replied the elder girl, in a disagreeable voice. ‘You’ll eat this or go without.’
She had an unpleasing appearance. Her face was very thin, her lips pinched sourly together, her eyes furtive13, hungry, malevolent14. Her movements were awkward and impatient, and a morbid15 nervousness kept her constantly starting, with a stealthy look here or there.
‘I shall have the cheese if I like!’ shouted the boy, a very ill-conditioned youngster, whose face seemed to have been damaged in recent conflict. His clothes were dusty, and his hair stood up like stubble.
‘Hold your row, Tom,’ said the younger girl, who was quiet and had the look of an invalid16. ‘It’s always you begins. Besides, you can’t have cheese; there’s only a little bit, and Sidney said he was going to make his dinner of it today.’
‘Of course — selfish beast!’
‘Selfish! Now just listen to that, Amy! when he said it just that we mightn’t be afraid to finish the meat.’
Amy said nothing, but began to hack17 fragments off the bone.
‘Put some aside for father first,’ continued Annie, holding a plate.
‘Father be blowed!’ cried Tom. ‘You just give me that first cut. Give it here, Annie, or I’ll crack you on the head!’
As he struggled for the plate, Amy bent18 forward and hit his arm violently with the handle of the knife. This was the signal for a general scrimmage, in the midst of which Tom caught up a hearth-brush and flung it at Amy’s head. The missile went wide of its mark and shivered one of the windowpanes.
‘There now!’ exclaimed Annie, who had begun to cry in consequence of a blow from Tom’s fist. ‘See what father says to that!’
‘If I was him,’ said Amy, in a low voice of passion, ‘I’d tie you to something and beat you till you lost your senses. Ugly brute20!’
The warfare21 would not have ended here but that the door opened and he of whom they spoke made his appearance.
In the past two years and a half John Hewett had become a shaky old man. Of his grizzled hair very little remained, and little of his beard; his features were shrunken, his neck scraggy; he stooped much, and there was a senile indecision in his movements. He wore rough, patched clothing, had no collar, and seemed, from the state of his hands, to have been engaged in very dirty work. As he entered and came upon the riotous22 group his eyes lit up with anger. In a strained voice he shouted a command of silence.
‘It’s all that Tom, father,’ piped Annie. ‘There’s no living with him.’
John’s eye fell on the broken window.
‘Which of you’s done that?’ he asked sternly, pointing to it.
No one spoke.
‘Who’s goin’ to pay for it, I’d like to know? Doesn’t it cost enough to keep you, but you must go makin’ extra expense? Where’s the money to come from, I want to know, if you go on like this?’
He turned suddenly upon the elder girl.
‘I’ve got something to say to you, Miss. Why wasn’t you at work this morning?’
Amy avoided his look. Her pale face became mottled with alarm, but only for an instant; then she hardened herself and moved her head insolently23.
‘Why Wasn’t you at work? Where’s your week’s money?’
‘I haven’t got any.’
‘You haven’t got any? Why not?’
For a while she was stubbornly silent, but Hewett constrained24 her to confession25 at length. On his way home today he had been informed by an acquaintance that Amy was wandering about the streets at an hour when she ought to have been at her employment. Unable to put off the evil moment any longer, the girl admitted that four days ago she was dismissed for bad behaviour, and that since then she had pretended to go to work as usual. The trifling26 sum paid to her on dismissal she had spent.
John turned to his youngest daughter and asked in a hollow voice:
‘Where’s Clara?’
‘She’s got one of her headaches, father,’ replied the girl, trembling.
He turned and went from the room.
It was long since he had lost his place of porter at the filter-works. Before leaving England, Joseph Snowdon managed to dispose of his interest in the firm of Lake, Snowdon, & Co., and at the same time Hewett was informed that his wages would be reduced by five shillings a week — the sum which had been supplied by Michael Snowdon’s benevolence27. It was a serious loss. Clara’s marriage removed one grave anxiety, but the three children had still to be brought up, and with every year John’s chance of steady employment would grow less. Sidney Kirkwood declared himself able and willing to help substantially, but he might before long have children of his own to think of, and in any case it was Shameful28 to burden him in this way.
Shameful or not, it very soon came to pass that Sidney had the whole family on his hands. A bad attack of rheumatism29 in the succeeding winter made John incapable30 of earning anything at all; for two months he was a cripple. Till then Sidney and his wife had occupied lodgings32 in Holloway; when it became evident that Hewett must not hope to be able to support his children, and when Sidney had for many weeks p aid the rent (as well as supplying the money to live upon) in Farringdon Road Buildings, the house at Crouch End was taken, and there all went to live together. Clara’s health was very uncertain, and though at first she spoke frequently of finding work to do at home, the birth of a child put an end to such projects. Amy Hewett was shortly at the point when the education of a board-school child is said to be ‘finished;’ by good luck, employment was found for her in Kentish Town, with three shillings a week from the first. John could not resign himself to being a mere33 burden on the home. Enforced idleness so fretted34 him that at times he seemed all but out of his wits. In despair he caught at the strangest kinds of casual occupation; when earning nothing, he would barely eat enough to keep himself alive, and if he succeeded in bringing home a shilling or two, he turned the money about in his hands with a sort of angry joy that it would have made your heart ache to witness. Just at present he had a job of cleaning and whitewashing36 some cellars in Stoke Newington.
He was absent from the kitchen for five minutes, during which time the three sat round the table. Amy pretended to eat unconcernedly; Tom made grimaces37 at her. As for Annie, she cried. Their father entered the room again.
‘Why didn’t you tell us about this at once?’ he asked, in a shaking voice, looking at his daughter with eyes of blank misery38.
‘I don’t know.’
‘You’re a bad, selfish girl!’ he broke out, again overcome with anger. ‘Haven’t you got neither sense nor feelin’ nor honesty? Just when you ought to have begun to earn a bit higher wages — when you ought to have been glad to work your hardest, to show you wasn’t unthankful to them as has done so much for you! Who earned money to keep you when you was goin’ to school? Who fed and clothed you, and saw as you didn’t want for nothing? Who is it as you owe everything to? — just tell me that.’
Amy affected39 to pay no attention. She kept swallowing morsels40, with ugly movements of her lips and jaws41.
‘How often have I to tell you all that if it wasn’t for Sidney Kirkwood you’d have been workhouse children? As sure as you’re livin’, you’d all of you have gone to the workhouse! And you go on just as if you didn’t owe thanks to nobody. I tell you it’ll be years and years before one of you’ll have a penny you can call your own. If it was Annie or Tom behaved so careless, there’d be less wonder; but for a girl of your age — I’m ashamed as you belong to me! You can’t even keep your tongue from bein’ impudent42 to Clara, her as you ain’t worthy43 to be a servant to!’
‘Clara’s a sneak,’ observed Tom, with much coolness. ‘She’s always telling lies about us.’
‘I’ll half-knock your young head off your shoulders,’ cried his father, furiously, ‘if you talk to me like that! Not one of you’s fit to live in the same house with her.’
‘Father, I haven’t done nothing,’ whimpered Annie, hurt by being thus included in his reprobation44.
‘No more you have — not just now, but you’re often enough more trouble to your sister than you need be. But it’s you I’m talkin’ to, Amy. You dare to leave this house again till there’s another place found for you! If you’d any self-respect, you couldn’t bear to look Sidney in the face. Suppose you hadn’t such a brother to work for you, what would you do, eh? Who’d buy your food? Who’d pay the rent of the house you live in?’
A noteworthy difference between children of this standing45 and such as pass their years of play-time in homes unshadowed by poverty. For these, life had no illusions. Of every mouthful that they ate, the price was known to them. The roof over their heads was there by no grace of Providence46, but solely47 because such-and-such a sum was paid weekly in hard cash, when the collector came; let the payment fail, and they knew perfectly48 well what the result would be. The children of the upper world could not even by chance give a thought to the sources whence their needs are supplied; speech on such a subject in their presence would be held indecent. In John Hewett’s position, the indecency, the crime, would have been to keep silence and pretend that the needs of existence are ministered to as a matter of course.
His tone and language were pitifully those of feeble age. The emotion proved too great a strain upon his body, and he had at length to sit down in a tremulous state, miserable49 with the consciousness of failing authority. He would have made but a poor figure now upon Clerkenwell Green. Even as his frame was shrunken, so had the circle of his interests contracted; he could no longer speak or think on the subjects which had fired him through the better part of his life; if he was driven to try and utter himself on the broad questions of social wrong, of the people’s cause, a senile stammering50 of incoherencies was the only result. The fight had ever gone against John Hewett; he was one of those who are born to be defeated. His failing energies spent themselves in conflict with his own children; the concerns of a miserable home were all his mind could now cope with.
‘Come and sit down to your dinner, father,’ Annie said, when he became silent.
‘Dinner? I want no dinner. I’ve no stomach for food when it’s stolen. What’s Sidney goin’ to have when he comes home?’
‘He said he’d do with bread and cheese today. See, we’ve cut some meat for you?’
‘You keep that for Sidney, then, and don’t one of you dare to say anything about it. Cut me a bit of bread, Annie.’
She did so. He ate it, standing by the fireplace, drank a glass of water, and went into the sitting-room51. There he sat unoccupied for nearly an hour, his head at times dropping forward as if he were nearly asleep; but it was only in abstraction. The morning’s work had wearied him excessively, as such effort always did, but the mental misery he was suffering made him unconscious of bodily fatigue52.
The clinking and grinding of the gate drew his attention; he stood up and saw his son-inlaw, returned from Clerkenwell. When he had heard the house-door grind and shake and close, he called ‘Sidney!’
Sidney looked into the parlour, with a smile.
‘Come in here a minute; I want to speak to you.’
It was a face that told of many troubles. Sidney might resolutely53 keep a bright countenance54, but there was no hiding the sallowness of his cheeks and the lines drawn55 by ever-wakeful anxiety. The effect of a struggle with mean necessities is seldom anything but degradation56, in look and in character; but Sidney’s temper, and the conditions of his life, preserved him against that danger. His features, worn into thinness, seem to present more distinctly than ever their points of refinement57. You saw that he was habitually58 a grave and silent man; all the more attractive his aspect when, as now, he seemed to rest from thought and give expression to his natural kindliness59. In the matter of attire60 he was no longer as careful as he used to be; the clothes he wore had done more than just service, and hung about him unregarded.
‘Clara upstairs?’ he asked, when he had noticed Hewett’s look.
‘Yes; she’s lying down. May’s been troublesome all the morning. But it was something else I meant.’
And John began to speak of Amy’s ill-doing. He had always in some degree a sense of shame when he spoke privately61 with Sidney, always felt painfully the injustice62 involved in their relations. At present he could not look Kirkwood in the face, and his tone was that of a man who abases63 himself to make confession of guilt64.
Sidney was gravely concerned. It was his habit to deal with the children’s faults good-naturedly, to urge John not to take a sombre view of their thoughtlessness; but the present instance could not be made light of. Secretly he had always expected that the girl would be a source of more serious trouble the older she grew. He sat in silence, leaning forward, his eyes bent down.
‘It’s no good whatever I say,’ lamented65 Hewett. ‘They don’t heed66 me. Why must I have children like these? Haven’t I always done my best to teach them to be honest and good-hearted? If I’d spent my life in the worst ways a man can, they couldn’t have turned out more worthless. Haven’t I wished always what was right and good and true? Haven’t I always spoke up for justice in the world? Haven’t I done what I could, Sidney, to be helpful to them as fell into misfortune? And now in my old age I’m only a burden, and the children as come after me are nothing but a misery to all as have to do with them. If it wasn’t for Clara I feel I couldn’t live my time out. She’s the one that pays me back for the love I’ve given her. All the others — I can’t feel as they’re children of mine at all.’
It was a strange and touching67 thing that he seemed nowadays utterly68 to have forgotten Clara’s past. Invariably he spoke of her as if she had at all times been his stay and comfort. The name of his son who was dead never passed his lips, but of Clara he could not speak too long or too tenderly.
‘I can’t think what to do,’ Sidney said. ‘If I talk to her in a fault-finding way, she’ll only dislike me the more; she feels I’ve no business to interfere69.’
‘You’re too soft with them. You spoil them. Why, there’s one of them broken a pane19 in the kitchen today, end they know you’ll take it quiet, like you do everything else.’
Sidney wrinkled his brow. These petty expenses, ever repeated, were just what made the difficulty in his budget; he winced70 whenever such demands encroached upon the poor weekly income of which every penny was too little for the serious needs of the family. Feeling that if he sat and thought much longer a dark mood would seize upon him, he rose hastily.
‘I shall try kindness with her. Don’t say anything more in her hearing.’
He went to the kitchen-door, and cried cheerfully, ‘My dinner ready, girls?’
Annie’s voice replied with a timorous71 affirmative.
‘All right; I’ll be down in a minute.’
Treading as gently as possible, he ascended72 the stairs and entered his bedroom. The blind was drawn down, but sunlight shone through it and made a softened73 glow in the chamber74. In a little cot was sitting his child, May, rather more than a year old; she had toys about her, and was for the moment contented75. Clara lay on the bed, her face turned so that Sidney could not see it. He spoke to her, and she just moved her arm, but gave no reply.
‘Do you wish to be left alone?’ he asked, in a subdued76 and troubled voice.
‘Yes.’
‘Shall I take May downstairs?’
‘If you like. Don’t speak to me now.’
He remained standing by the bed for a minute, then turned his eyes on the child, who smiled at him. He could not smile in return, but went quietly away.
‘It’s one of her bad days,’ whispered Hewett, who met him at the foot of the stairs. ‘She can’t help it, poor girl!’
‘No, no.’
Sidney ate what was put before him without giving a thought to it. When his eyes wandered round the kitchen the disorder10 and dirt worried him, but on that subject he could not speak. His hunger appeased77, he looked steadily78 at Amy, and said in a kindly79 tone:
‘Father tells me you’ve had a stroke of bad luck, Amy. We must have a try at another place, mustn’t we? Hollo, there’s a window broken! Has Tom been playing at cricket in the room, eh?’
The girls kept silence.
‘Come and let’s make out the list for our shopping this afternoon,’ he continued. ‘I’m afraid there’ll have to be something the less for that window, girls; what do you say?’
‘We’ll do without a pudding tomorrow, Sidney,’ suggested Annie.
‘Oh come, now! I’m fond of pudding.’
Thus it was always; if he could not direct by kindness, he would never try to rule by harsh words. Six years ago it was not so easy for him to be gentle under provocation80, and he would then have made a better disciplinarian in such a home as this. On Amy and Tom all his rare goodness was thrown away. Never mind; shall one go over to the side of evil because one despairs of vanquishing81 it?
The budget, the budget! Always so many things perforce cut out; always such cruel pressure of things that could not be cut out. In the early days of his marriage he had accustomed himself to a liberality of expenditure82 out of proportion to his income; the little store of savings83 allowed him to indulge his kindness to Clara and her relatives, and he kept putting off to the future that strict revision of outlay84 which his position of course demanded. The day when he had no longer a choice came all too soon; with alarm he discovered that his savings had melted away; the few sovereigns remaining must be sternly guarded for the hour of stern necessity. How it ground on his sensibilities when he was compelled to refuse some request from Clara or the girls! His generous nature suffered pangs85 of self-contempt as often as there was talk of economy. To-day, for instance, whilst he was worrying in thought over Amy’s behaviour, and at the same time trying to cut down the Saturday’s purchases in order to pay for the broken window, up comes Tom with the announcement that he lost his hat this morning, and had to return bareheaded. Another unforeseen expense! And Sidney was angry with himself for his impulse of anger against the boy.
Clara never went out to make purchases, seldom indeed left the house for any reason, unless Sidney persuaded her to walk a short distance with him after sundown, when she veiled herself closely. Neither Amy nor Anne could be trusted to do all the shopping, so that Sidney generally accompanied one or other of them for that purpose on Saturday afternoon. To-day he asked Amy to go with him, wishing, if possible, to influence her for good by kind, brotherly talk. Whilst she was getting ready he took John aside into the parlour, to impart a strange piece of news he had brought from Clerkenwell.
‘Mrs. Peckover has had a narrow escape of being poisoned. She was found by one of her lodgers86 all but dead, and last night the police arrested her daughter on the charge.’
‘Mrs. Snowdon?’
‘Yes. The mother has accused her. There’s a man concerned in the affair. One of the men showed me a report in today’s paper; I didn’t buy one, because we shall have it in the Sunday paper tomorrow. Nice business, oh?’
‘That’s for the old woman’s money, I’ll wager87!’ exclaimed Hewett, in an awed88 voice. ‘I can believe it of Clem; if ever there was a downright bad ’un! Was she living in the Close?’
‘Mrs. Snowdon wasn’t. Somewhere in Hoxton. No doubt it was for the money — if the charge is true. We won’t speak of it before the children.’
‘Think of that, now! Many’s the time I’ve looked at Clem Peckover and said to myself, “You’ll come to no good end, my lady!” She was a fierce an’ bad ’un.’
Sidney nodded, and went off for his walk with Amy . . . .
It was a difficult thing to keep any room in the house orderly, and Sidney, as part of his struggle against the downward tendency in all about him, against the forces of chaos89, often did the work of housemaid in the parlour; a little laxity in the rules which made this a sacred corner, and there would have been no spot where he could rest. With some success, too, he had resisted the habit prevalent in working-class homes of prolonging Saturday evening’s occupations until the early hours of Sunday morning. At a little after ten o’clock tonight John Hewett and the children were in bed; he too, weary in mind and body, would gladly have gone upstairs, but he lingered from one five minutes to the next, his heart sinking at the certainty that he would find Clara in sleepless90 misery which he had no power to allay91.
Round the walls of the parlour were hung his own drawings, which used to conceal92 the bareness of his lodging31 in Tysoe Street. It was three years since he had touched a pencil; the last time having been when he made holiday with Michael Snowdon and Jane at the farm-house by Danbury Hill. The impulse would never come again. It was associated with happiness, with hope; and What had his life to do with one or the other? Could he have effected the change without the necessity of explaining it, he would gladly have put those drawings out of sight. Whenever, as now, he consciously regarded them, they plucked painfully at his heart-strings, and threatened to make him a coward.
None of that! He had his work to do, happiness or no happiness, and by all the virtue93 of manhood he would not fail in it — as far as success or failure was a question of his own resolve.
The few books he owned were placed on hanging shelves; among them those which he had purchased for Clara since their marriage. But reading was as much a thing of the past as drawing. Never a moment when his mind was sufficiently94 at ease to refresh itself with other men’s thoughts or fancies. As with John Hewett, so with himself; the circle of his interests had shrivelled, until it included nothing but the cares of his family, the cost of house and food and firing. As a younger man, he had believed that he knew what was meant by the struggle for existence in the nether95 world; it seemed to him now as if such knowledge had been only theoretical. Oh, it was easy to preach a high ideal of existence for the poor, as long as one had a considerable margin96 over the week’s expenses; easy to rebuke97 the men and women who tried to forget themselves in beer-shops and gin-houses, as long as one could take up some rational amusement with a quiet heart. Now, on his return home from labour, it was all he could do not to sink in exhaustion98 and defeat of spirit. Shillings and pence; shillings and pence — never a question of pounds, unfortunately; and always too few of them. He understood how men have gone mad under pressure of household cares; he realised the horrible temptation which has made men turn dastardly from the path leading homeward and leave those there to shift for themselves.
When on the point of lowering the lamp he heard someone coming downstairs. The door opened, and, to his surprise, Clara came in. Familiarity could not make him insensible to that disfigurement of her once beautiful face; his eyes always fell before her at the first moment of meeting.
‘What are you doing?’ she asked. ‘Why don’t you come up?’
‘I was that minute coming.’
His hand went again to the lamp, but she checked him. In a low, wailing99, heart-breaking voice, and with a passionate100 gesture, she exclaimed, ‘Oh, I feel as if I should go mad I can’t bear it much longer!’
Sidney was silent at first, then said quietly, ‘Let’s sit here for a little. No wonder you feel low-spirited, lying in that room all day. I’d gladly have come and sat with you, but my company only seems to irritate you.’
‘What good can you do me? You only think I’m making you miserable without a cause. You won’t say it, but that’s what you always think; and when I feel that, I can’t bear to have you near. If only I could die and come to the end of it! How can you tell what I suffer? Oh yes, you speak so calmly — as good as telling me I am unreasonable101 because I can’t do the same. I hate to hear your voice when it’s like that! I’d rather you raged at me or struck me!’
The beauty of her form had lost nothing since the evening when he visited her in Farringdon Road Buildings; now, as then, all her movements were full of grace and natural dignity. Whenever strong feeling was active in her, she could not but manifest it in motion unlike that of ordinary women. Her hair hung in disorder, though net at its full length, massing itself upon her shoulders, shadowing her forehead. Half-consumed by the fire that only death would extinguish, she looked the taller for her slenderness. Ah, had the face been untouched!
‘You are unjust to me,’ Sidney replied, with emotion, but not resentfully. ‘I can enter into all your sufferings. If I speak calmly, it’s because I must, because I daren’t give way. One of us must try and be strong, Clara, or else —’
He turned away.
‘Let us leave this house,’ she continued, hardly noticing what he said, ‘Let us live in some other place. Never any change — always, always the same walls to look at day and night — it’s driving me mad!’
‘Clara, we can’t move. I daren’t spend even the little money it would cost. Do you know what Amy has been doing?’
‘Yes; father told me.’
‘How can we go to the least needless expense, when every day makes living harder for us?’
‘What have we to do with them? How can you be expected to keep a whole family? It isn’t fair to you or to me. You sacrifice me to them. It’s nothing to you what I endure, so long as they are kept in comfort!’
He stepped nearer to her.
‘What do you really mean by that? Is it seriously your wish that I should tell them — your father and your sisters and our brother — to leave the house and support themselves as best they can? Pray, what would become of them? Kept in comfort, are they? How much comfort does your poor father enjoy? Do you wish me to tell him to go out into the street, as I can help him no more?’
She moaned and made a wild gesture.
‘You know all this to be impossible; you don’t wish it; you couldn’t bear it. Then why will you drive me almost to despair by complaining so of what can’t be helped? Surely you foresaw it all. You knew that I was only a working man. It isn’t as if there had been any hope of my making a larger income, and you were disappointed.’
‘Does it make it easier to bear because there is no hope of relief?’ she cried.
‘For me, yes. If there were hope, I might fret35 under the misery.’
‘Oh, I had hope once! It might have been so different with me. The thought burns and burns and burns, till I am frantic102. You don’t help me to bear it. You leave me alone when I most need help. How can you know what it means to me to look back and think of what might have been? You say to yourself I am selfish, that I ought to be thankful some-one took pity on me, poor, wretched creature that I am. It would have been kinder never to have come near me. I should have killed myself long ago, and there an end. You thought it was a great thing to take me, when you might have had a wife who would —’
‘Clara! Clara! When you speak like that, I could almost believe you are really mad. For Heaven’s sake, think what you are saying! Suppose I were to reproach you with having consented to marry me? I would rather die than let such a word pass my lips — but suppose you heard me speaking to you like this?’
She drew a deep sigh, and let her hands fall. Sidney continued in quite another voice:
‘It’s one of the hardest things I have to bear, that I can’t make your life pleasanter. Of course you need change; I know it only too well. You and I ought to have our holiday at this time of the year, like other people. I fancy I should like to go into the country myself; Clerkenwell isn’t such a beautiful place that one can be content to go there day after day, year after year, without variety. But we have no money. Suffer as we may, there’s no help for it — because we have no money. Lives may be wasted — worse, far worse than wasted — just because there is no money. At this moment a whole world of men and women is in pain and sorrow — because they have no money. How often have we said that? The world is made so; everything has to be bought with money.’
‘You find it easier to bear than I do.’
‘Yes; I find it easier. I am stronger-bodied, and at all events I have some variety, whilst you have none. I know it. If I could take your share of the burden, how gladly I’d do so! If I could take your suffering upon myself, you shouldn’t be unhappy for another minute. But that is another impossible thing. People who are fortunate in life may ask each day what they can do; we have always to remind ourselves what we can’t.’
‘You take a pleasure in repeating such things; it shows how little you feel them.’
‘It shows how I have taken to heart the truth of them.’
She waved her hand impatiently, again sighed, and moved towards the door.
‘Don’t go just yet,’ said Sidney. ‘We have more to say to each other.’
‘I have nothing more to say. I am miserable, and you can’t help me.’
‘I can, Clara.’
She looked at him with wondering, estranged103 eyes. ‘How? What are you going to do?’
‘Only speak to you, that’s all. I have nothing to give but words. But —’
She would have left him. Sidney stepped forward and prevented her.
‘No; you must hear what I have got to say. They may be only words, but if I have no power to move you with my words, then our life has come to utter ruin, and I don’t know what dreadful things lie before us.’
‘I can say the same,’ she replied, in a despairing tone.
‘But neither you nor I shall say it! As long as I have strength to speak, I won’t consent to say that Clara, you must put your hand in mine, and think of your life and mine as one. If not for my sake, then for your child’s. Think; do you wish May to suffer for the faults of her parents?’
‘I wish she had never been born!’
‘And yet you were the happier for her birth. It’s only these last six months that you have fallen again into misery. You indulge it, and it grows worse, harder to resist. You may say that life seems to grow worse. Perhaps so. This affair of Amy’s has been a heavy blow, and we shall miss the little money she brought; goodness knows when another place will be found for her. But all the more reason why we should help each other to struggle. Perhaps just this year or two will be our hardest time. If Amy and Annie and Tom were once all earning something, the worst would be over — wouldn’t it? And can’t we find strength to hold out a little longer, just to give the children a start in life, just to make your father’s last years a bit happier? If we manage it, shan’t we feel glad in looking back? Won’t it be something worth having lived for?’
He paused, but Clara had no word for him.
‘There’s Amy. She’s a hard girl to manage, partly because she has very bad health. I always think of that — or try to — when she irritates me. This afternoon I took her out with me, and spoke as kindly as I could; if she isn’t better for it, she surely can’t be worse, and in any case I don’t know what else to do. Look, Clara, you and I are going to do what we can for these children; we’re not going to give up the work now we’ve begun it. Mustn’t all of us who are poor stand together and help one another? We have to fight against the rich world that’s always crushing us down, down — whether it means to or not. Those people enjoy their lives. Well, I shall find my enjoyment104 in defying them to make me despair? But I can’t do without your help. I didn’t feel very cheerful as I sat here a while ago, before you came down; I was almost afraid to go upstairs, lest the sight of what you were suffering should be too much for me. Am I to ask a kindness of you and be refused, Clara?’
It was not the first time that she had experienced the constraining105 power of his words when he was moved with passionate earnestness. Her desire to escape was due to a fear of yielding, of suffering her egotism to fail before a stronger will.
‘Let me go,’ she said, whilst he held her arm. ‘I feel too ill to talk longer.’
‘Only one word — only one promise — now whilst we are the only ones awake in the house. We are husband and wife, Clara, and we must be kind to each other. We are not going to be like the poor creatures who let their misery degrade them. We are both too proud for that — what? We can think and express our thoughts; we can speak to each other’s minds and hearts. Don’t let us be beaten!’
‘What’s the good of my promising106? I can’t keep it. I suffer too much.’
‘Promise, and keep the promise for a few weeks, a few days; then I’ll find strength to help you once more. But now it’s your turn to help me. To-morrow begins a new week; the rich world allows us to rest tomorrow, to be with each other. Shall we make it a quiet, restful, hopeful day? When they go out in the morning, you shall read to father and me — read as you know how to, so much better than I can. What? Was that really a smile?’
‘Let me go, Sidney. Oh, I’m tired, I’m tired!’
‘And the promise?’
‘I’ll do my best. It won’t last long, but I’ll try.’
‘Thank you, dear.’
‘No,’ she replied, despondently107. ‘It’s I that ought to thank you. But I never shall — never. I only understand you now and then — just for an hour — and all the selfishness comes back again. It’ll be the same till I’m dead.’
He put out the lamp and followed her upstairs. His limbs ached; he could scarcely drag one leg after the other. Never mind; the battle was gained once more.
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invalid
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rheumatism
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misery
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reprobation
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providence
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perfectly
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miserable
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sitting-room
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countenance
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degradation
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refinement
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habitually
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kindliness
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privately
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injustice
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lamented
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