“How many of ’em? Twenty? Good Lord! It’s going to be worse than ‘Diadems.’ I’ve just had my first quiet breakfast in two years — time to read the papers and loaf. How I used to dread2 the sight of my letter-box! Now I sha’n’t know I have one.”
He leaned over Vyse’s chair, and the secretary handed him a letter.
“Here’s rather an exceptional one — lady, evidently. I thought you might want to answer it yourself — ”
“Exceptional?” Betton ran over the mauve pages and tossed them down. “Why, my dear man, I get hundreds like that. You’ll have to be pretty short with her, or she’ll send her photograph.”
He clapped Vyse on the shoulder and turned away, humming a tune3. “Stay to luncheon4,” he called back gaily5 from the threshold.
After luncheon Vyse insisted on showing a few of his answers to the first batch6 of letters. “If I’ve struck the note I won’t bother you again,” he urged; and Betton groaningly7 consented.
“My dear fellow, they’re beautiful — too beautiful. I’ll be let in for a correspondence with every one of these people.”
Vyse, at this, meditated8 for a while above a blank sheet. “All right — how’s this?” he said, after another interval9 of rapid writing.
Betton glanced over the page. “By George — by George! Won’t she see it?” he exulted10, between fear and rapture11.
“It’s wonderful how little people see,” said Vyse reassuringly12.
The letters continued to pour in for several weeks after the appearance of “Abundance.” For five or six blissful days Betton did not even have his mail brought to him, trusting to Vyse to single out his personal correspondence, and to deal with the rest according to their agreement. During those days he luxuriated in a sense of wild and lawless freedom; then, gradually, he began to feel the need of fresh restraints to break, and learned that the zest13 of liberty lies in the escape from specific obligations. At first he was conscious only of a vague hunger, but in time the craving14 resolved into a shame-faced desire to see his letters.
“After all, I hated them only because I had to answer them”; and he told Vyse carelessly that he wished all his letters submitted to him before the secretary answered them.
At first he pushed aside those beginning: “I have just laid down ‘Abundance’ after a third reading,” or: “Every day for the last month I have been telephoning my bookseller to know when your novel would be out.” But little by little the freshness of his interest revived, and even this stereotyped15 homage16 began to arrest his eye. At last a day came when he read all the letters, from the first word to the last, as he had done when “Diadems and Faggots” appeared. It was really a pleasure to read them, now that he was relieved of the burden of replying: his new relation to his correspondents had the glow of a love-affair unchilled by the contingency17 of marriage.
One day it struck him that the letters were coming in more slowly and in smaller numbers. Certainly there had been more of a rush when “Diadems and Faggots” came out. Betton began to wonder if Vyse were exercising an unauthorized discrimination, and keeping back the communications he deemed least important. This sudden conjecture18 carried the novelist straight to his library, where he found Vyse bending over the writing-table with his usual inscrutable pale smile. But once there, Betton hardly knew how to frame his question, and blundered into an enquiry for a missing invitation.
“There’s a note — a personal note — I ought to have had this morning. Sure you haven’t kept it back by mistake among the others?”
Vyse laid down his pen. “The others? But I never keep back any.”
Betton had foreseen the answer. “Not even the worst twaddle about my book?” he suggested lightly, pushing the papers about.
“Nothing. I understood you wanted to go over them all first.”
“Well, perhaps it’s safer,” Betton conceded, as if the idea were new to him. With an embarrassed hand he continued to turn over the letters at Vyse’s elbow.
“Those are yesterday’s,” said the secretary; “here are to-day’s,” he added, pointing to a meagre trio.
“H’m — only these?” Betton took them and looked them over lingeringly. “I don’t see what the deuce that chap means about the first part of ‘Abundance’ ‘certainly justifying19 the title’ — do you?”
Vyse was silent, and the novelist continued irritably20: “Damned cheek, his writing, if he doesn’t like the book. Who cares what he thinks about it, anyhow?”
And his morning ride was embittered21 by the discovery that it was unexpectedly disagreeable to have Vyse read any letters which did not express unqualified praise of his books. He began to fancy there was a latent rancour, a kind of baffled sneer22, under Vyse’s manner; and he decided23 to return to the practice of having his mail brought straight to his room. In that way he could edit the letters before his secretary saw them.
Vyse made no comment on the change, and Betton was reduced to wondering whether his imperturbable24 composure were the mask of complete indifference25 or of a watchful26 jealousy27. The latter view being more agreeable to his employer’s self-esteem, the next step was to conclude that Vyse had not forgotten the episode of “The Lifted Lamp,” and would naturally take a vindictive28 joy in any unfavourable judgments29 passed on his rival’s work. This did not simplify the situation, for there was no denying that unfavourable criticisms preponderated30 in Betton’s correspondence. “Abundance” was neither meeting with the unrestricted welcome of “Diadems and Faggots,” nor enjoying the alternative of an animated31 controversy32: it was simply found dull, and its readers said so in language not too tactfully tempered by regretful comparisons with its predecessor33. To withhold34 unfavourable comments from Vyse was, therefore, to make it appear that correspondence about the book had died out; and its author, mindful of his unguarded predictions, found this even more embarrassing. The simplest solution would be to get rid of Vyse; and to this end Betton began to address his energies.
One evening, finding himself unexpectedly disengaged, he asked Vyse to dine; it had occurred to him that, in the course of an after-dinner chat, he might delicately hint his feeling that the work he had offered his friend was unworthy so accomplished36 a hand.
Vyse surprised him by a momentary37 hesitation38. “I may not have time to dress.”
Betton stared. “What’s the odds39? We’ll dine here — and as late as you like.”
Vyse thanked him, and appeared, punctually at eight, in all the shabbiness of his daily wear. He looked paler and more shyly truculent40 than usual, and Betton, from the height of his florid stature41, said to himself, with the sudden professional instinct for “type”: “He might be an agent of something — a chap who carries deadly secrets.”
Vyse, it was to appear, did carry a deadly secret; but one less perilous42 to society than to himself. He was simply poor — inexcusably, irremediably poor. Everything failed him, had always failed him: whatever he put his hand to went to bits.
This was the confession43 that, reluctantly, yet with a kind of white-lipped bravado44, he flung at Betton in answer to the latter’s tentative suggestion that, really, the letter-answering job wasn’t worth bothering him with — a thing that any type-writer could do.
“If you mean you’re paying me more than it’s worth, I’ll take less,” Vyse rushed out after a pause.
“Oh, my dear fellow — ” Betton protested, flushing.
“What do you mean, then? Don’t I answer the letters as you want them answered?”
Betton anxiously stroked his silken ankle. “You do it beautifully, too beautifully. I mean what I say: the work’s not worthy35 of you. I’m ashamed to ask you — ”
“Oh, hang shame,” Vyse interrupted. “Do you know why I said I shouldn’t have time to dress to-night? Because I haven’t any evening clothes. As a matter of fact, I haven’t much but the clothes I stand in. One thing after another’s gone against me; all the infernal ingenuities45 of chance. It’s been a slow Chinese torture, the kind where they keep you alive to have more fun killing46 you.” He straightened himself with a sudden blush. “Oh, I’m all right now — getting on capitally. But I’m still walking rather a narrow plank47; and if I do your work well enough — if I take your idea — ”
Betton stared into the fire without answering. He knew next to nothing of Vyse’s history, of the mischance or mis-management that had brought him, with his brains and his training, to so unlikely a pass. But a pang48 of compunction shot through him as he remembered the manuscript of “The Lifted Lamp” gathering49 dust on his table for half a year.
“Not that it would have made any earthly difference — since he’s evidently never been able to get the thing published.” But this reflection did not wholly console Betton, and he found it impossible, at the moment, to tell Vyse that his services were not needed.
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justifying
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confession
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