Janet Furlonger sat waiting in the kitchen of Sparrow Hall—now and then springing up to lift the lid off the pot and smell the brown soup, or to put her face to the window-pane and watch the creeping night, seen dimly through the thick green glass and the mists that steamed up from the fields of Wilderwick.
Janet was immensely tall, and her movements were grand and free. In rest she had a kind of statuesque dignity: she did not stoop, as if ashamed of her height, but held herself proudly, with lifted chin. People used to say that she walked as if she were showing off beautiful clothes. This was meant to be a joke, for Janet's clothes were terrible—old,[Pg 10] and badly made. Hats, collars and waist-bands she evidently thought superfluous4; it was also fairly obvious that she dispensed5 with stays—which caused scandal, not because her figure was bad, but because it was too good. Wind, sun and rain had tinted6 her face to a delicate wood-nut brown, through which the red glowed timidly, like the flush on a spring catkin.
Footsteps sounded on the frosty road, drawing steadily7 nearer. The next minute the gate clicked. Janet started to her feet, flung open the kitchen door, and ran out into the garden, between rows of chrysanthemums8 still faintly sweet. Two men were coming up the path, and with outstretched arms she rushed to one of them.
"Nigel!—old man!"
He did not speak, but folded her to him, bending his face to hers. It was too dark for them to see each other distinctly. All that was clear was the outline of the roof and chimney against the still tremulous west.
Janet pulled him softly up the path, into the doorway9, where it was darker still. She put up her hands to his face and gently felt the outlines of his features. Then she began to laugh.
"What a fool I am! Didn't I say I wasn't going to have any silly sentimentality?—and here I am, simply wallowing in it. Come into the kitchen, young men, and see what I've got for the satisfaction of your gross appetites."
They followed her into the kitchen, and she turned round and looked at them both. They were very different. The elder brother, Leonard, was like[Pg 11] Janet—dark both of hair and eye, with a healthy red under his tan. The younger's hair was between brown and auburn, and his eyes were large and blue and innocent like a child's. His mouth was not like a child's—indeed, there was a peculiar10 look of age in its drooping11 corners, and his teeth flashed suddenly, almost vindictively12, when he spoke13; it was lucky that they were so white and even, for he showed them with every movement of his lips—two fierce, shining rows.
"You're late," said Janet. "No, don't look at the clock, unless you've remembered how to do the old sum. It's really something after nine, and the train is supposed to get in at half-past seven."
"Yes—but I got hung up at Grinstead station, playing guardian14 angel to a kid."
"Let's hope the kid didn't ask to see your wings," said Leonard. "Was it a girl-kid or a boy-kid?"
"A girl-kid. There were five of 'em in my carriage. They'd been sent home from school for some reason or other, and this one evidently hadn't let her people know, for when she got out at East Grinstead there was no one to meet her. All the station cabs had been snapped up, and some loathly bounder got hold of her—goodness knows what would have happened if I hadn't turned up and managed to scatter15 him. I got her a taxi from the Dorset, and sent her off in it to Shovelstrode."
"Shovelstrode!—then she must be old Strife's daughter. What age was she?"
"I should put her down at sixteen, but very innocent."
"Pretty?"
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"Ye—es."
"Nigel, my boy, you haven't let the grass grow under your feet."
"Idiot!—we never exchanged a word except in the way of business. She wanted to know my name, but I took care to say Smith. There was nothing exciting about it at all—only an infernal loss of time."
"Quite so. You didn't find me in a particularly good temper when you turned up at Hackenden."
"The first words that passed between us were—'Is that you, you ass3?' and 'Yes, you fool.' We haven't done the thing properly at all—we've forgotten to fall on each other's necks."
"Let's do it now," said Len, and the two boys collapsed16 into a mock embrace, in the grips of which they staggered up and down the kitchen, knocking over several chairs.
"Oh, stop, you duffers!" shouted Janet; but she was laughing. "Nigel hasn't changed a bit," she said to herself.
"What have they been doing to your clothes?" asked Leonard, as his brother finally hurled17 him off. "They stink18, lad, they stink."
"They've been fumigated19," said Nigel. "I've worn off some of the reek20 in the train, but to-morrow Janey shall peg21 'em out to air."
"We'll hang 'em across the road from the orchard22. Lord! won't the Wilderwick freaks sit up!"
"It'll take ages to get that smell out," said Janet ruefully, "and your hair, too, Nigel—when'll that look decent again?"
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"I say, stop your personal remarks, you two—and give me something to eat. I'm all one aching void."
Janet took the soup off the fire, and slopped it into three blue bowls. Nigel went round the table, setting straight the spoons and forks, which Janey seemed to have flung on from a distance.
"What's that for?" she asked.
The young man started, then flushed slightly.
"Hullo! I didn't notice what I was doing. I always had to do that in prison."
"Put things straight?—what a good idea!"
"Yes. Everything had to be straight—in rows. Ugh!"
For the first time he looked self-conscious.
"Well, it's a very good habit to have got into. You may be quite useful now."
"I'm damned if I'd have done it," said Leonard.
"You had to do it," said Nigel; "if you didn't ..." and a shudder23 passed over him.
"What?" asked his brother and sister with interest.
He flushed more deeply, and the muscles of his face quivered.
Then a surprising, terrible thing happened—so surprising and so terrible that Leonard and Janey could only stand and gape24. Nigel hid his face in his hands, and began to cry.
For some moments they stared at him with blank, horror-stricken eyes. Scarcely a minute ago he had been uproarious—forgetting pain and shame in the substantial ecstasies25 of reunion, smothering—after the Furlonger habit—all memories of[Pg 14] anguish26 in a joke. Never since his earliest manhood had they seen him cry, not even on the day they had said good-bye to him for so long. Now he was crying miserably27, weakly, hopelessly—crying quietly like a child, his hands covering his eyes, his shoulders shaking a little. Then suddenly he gasped28, almost whimpered—
"Don't ask me those questions. Don't ask me any more questions."
"Nigel," cried Janet, finding her tongue at last, "I'm so sorry. I didn't know you minded. Please don't cry any more—it hurts us."
"We didn't mean anything, old man," said Leonard huskily. "Do cheer up, and forget all about it."
Nigel took away his hands from his eyes, and Len and Janey glanced quickly at each other. They had expected to see his face swollen29 and disfigured, but except for a slight redness round the eyes it was quite unchanged. They both knew that it is only the faces of those who cry continually which are so little altered by tears.
For a moment they could not speak. A chill seemed to have dropped on Sparrow Hall, and all three heard the moaning of the wind—as it swept up to the windows, rattled30 them, then seemed to hurry away, sighing over the fields.
"Come, drink your soup, old chap," said Janet, pulling up his chair to the table. "Write me down an ass, a tactless ass," she growled31 to herself; "but how could I know he would take on that way?"
Nigel obediently began to swallow the soup,[Pg 15] while Len and Janey talked across him with laboured airiness about the weather. After the soup came bacon and eggs, and potatoes cooked in their skins. Nigel's spirits began to rise—he seemed childishly delighted with the food, though Janet's cooking was sketchy32 in the extreme. When the meal was over, he joined in the washing up, which was done at a sink in the corner of the kitchen.
"What sort of people are the Lowes?" he asked suddenly, polishing a fork with a vigour33 and thoroughness which made Leonard and Janey tremble lest he should realise what he was doing. "What sort of people are the Lowes?"
Janet flushed.
"Oh, they're quite ordinary," said Leonard, "quite ordinarily unpleasant, I mean. The old chap's narrow and pious34, like most devil-dodgers, and the young 'un's like an ape."
"And they've got all the Kent land?"
"Oh, it's nothing to speak of. You know that end was always too low for wheat"—poor Len was in a panic lest his brother should begin to cry again.
But, strangely enough, Nigel was able to discuss the fallen fortunes of Sparrow Hall with even less emotion than Len and Janey. The tides of his grief seemed to find their way into small streams only. It was about the side-issues of their tragedy that he asked most questions. Was Leonard still going to have a man to help him, now his brother had returned?—Was any profit likely to be made in their reduced circumstances?—Was there any[Pg 16] chance of buying back what they had sold to Lowe?
"We shall have to go quietly," said Len, "but I don't see why we shouldn't pull through if we're careful. I've given Boorman a week's notice. He can bump round here till it's up, and lend you a hand now and then—I don't suppose you'll tumble into things just at first."
Nigel suddenly turned away.
"I'm going out—to have a look round the place."
"Now!"
"Yes—it's a beautiful clear night."
Janet and Leonard moved towards the door.
"I'm going alone," said Nigel shortly.
Janet and Leonard stood still. They stared at each other, at first with surprise, then a little forlornly, while their brother pulled on his overcoat, and went out of the room.
Never, since they could remember, had one of the Furlongers preferred to be without the others.
It was past midnight, and Janet was not yet asleep. She lay in bed, with a lighted candle beside her, her hair tumbled over the pillow and over her body, her neck gleaming through the heavy strands35.
Her room was full of warm splashes of colour. The bedspread and carpet, though faded, glowed with sudden reds and gentle browns—faded red roses were on the wall. The window was low, so that when she turned on the pillow she could look straight out of it at a huddled36 mass of woods. It[Pg 17] was uncurtained, and the stars flashed through the thick panes37.
There was a knock at the door.
"Come in"—and Nigel came in softly.
"Hullo, old man."
"I want to speak to you, Janey."
"And I want to speak to you. Come and sit on the bed."
"I—I want to say I'm sorry I cried this evening."
"Oh, don't!" gasped Janet.
"It's a habit one gets into in prison—crying about little things. Prison is made up of little things and crying about 'em—that's why it's so hellish."
Her hand groped on the coverlet for his.
"I expect I'll get out of it—crying, I mean—now I'm back."
"Don't let it worry you, old boy—we're pals38, you and Len and I. But—but—don't you really like us talking to you about prison?"
He lifted his head quickly.
"It all depends."
"You see, there you were ragging and laughing about your clothes and your hair and all that. So how was I to know you'd mind——"
"But it's different. Oh, I don't suppose you'll understand—but it's different. Having one's clothes fumigated and one's hair cut short is a joke—it's funny, it's a joke, so I laughed. But being obliged to have everything exactly straight—every damned fork in its damned place——" he stopped suddenly and ground his teeth. "It's the[Pg 18] little things that are so infernal and degrading; big things one has to make oneself big to tackle, somehow, and it helps. But the little things ... one just cries. Listen, Janey. Once a fortnight they used to come and search us in our cells. We used to stand there just in our vests and drawers, and they'd pass their hands over us. Well, I could stand that, for it was horrible—sickening and monstrous39 and horrible. But when you were punished just because your tins weren't in the exact mathematical space allotted40 to them—it wasn't horrible or monstrous at all, just childish and silly; and when a dozen childish and silly things crowd into your day, why, you become childish and silly yourself, that's all. What I can't forgive prison isn't that it's made me hard or wicked or wretched, but that it's made me childish and silly—so if I deserved hanging when I went in, I'm hardly worth spanking41 now I've come out."
"What I can't forgive prison is the miserable42 ideas you've picked up in it."
"There aren't any ideas in prison—only habits."
He hid his face for a minute in the coverlet. Janet's hand crept over his hair.
"You'll soon be happy again, old boy," she whispered.
"Perhaps I shall."
"I hope to God you will—and now, dear, it's dreadfully late, and you're tired. Hadn't you better go to bed?"
He turned to her impulsively43.
"You'll stick to me, you and Len?—whatever[Pg 19] I'm like—even—even if I'm not quite the same as I used to be."
Strange to say, her impression of him was of an infinite childishness. She realised with a pang44 that while for the last three years she and Leonard had been growing older in their contact with a world of love and sorrow, this boy, in spite of all he had suffered, had merely been shut up with a few rules and habits. In many ways he was younger than when he first went to gaol45, more ignorant and more childish—he had lost his grip of life. In other ways he was terribly, horribly older.
She put her arms around his neck, and kissed this pathetic old child, this poor childish old man.
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spoke
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