The holiday in the Isle1 of Man was of course ruined for her. She could scarcely walk because of the weight of a lump of lead that she carried in her bosom2. On the brightest days the lump of lead was always there. Besides, she was so obese3. In ordinary circumstances they might have stayed beyond the month. An indentured4 pupil is not strapped5 to the wheel like a common apprentice6. Moreover, the indentures7 were to be cancelled. But Constance did not care to stay. She had to prepare for his departure to London. She had to lay the faggots for her own martyrdom.
In this business of preparation she showed as much silliness, she betrayed as perfect a lack of perspective, as the most superior son could desire for a topic of affectionate irony8. Her preoccupation with petty things of no importance whatever was worthy9 of the finest traditions of fond motherhood. However, Cyril's careless satire10 had no effect on her, save that once she got angry, thereby11 startling him; he quite correctly and sagely12 laid this unprecedented13 outburst to the account of her wrought14 nerves, and forgave it. Happily for the smoothness of Cyril's translation to London, young Peel-Swynnerton was acquainted with the capital, had a brother in Chelsea, knew of reputable lodgings15, was, indeed, an encyclopaedia16 of the town, and would himself spend a portion of the autumn there. Otherwise, the preliminaries which his mother would have insisted on by means of tears and hysteria might have proved fatiguing17 to Cyril.
The day came when on that day week Cyril would be gone. Constance steadily18 fabricated cheerfulness against the prospect19. She said:
"Suppose I come with you?"
He smiled in toleration of this joke as being a passable quality of joke. And then she smiled in the same sense, hastening to agree with him that as a joke it was not a bad joke.
In the last week he was very loyal to his tailor. Many a young man would have commanded new clothes after, not before, his arrival in London. But Cyril had faith in his creator.
On the day of departure the household, the very house itself, was in a state of excitation. He was to leave early. He would not listen to the project of her accompanying him as far as Knype, where the Loop Line joined the main. She might go to Bursley Station and no further. When she rebelled he disclosed the merest hint of his sullen-churlish side, and she at once yielded. During breakfast she did not cry, but the aspect of her face made him protest.
"Now, look here, mater! Just try to remember that I shall be back for Christmas. It's barely three months." And he lit a cigarette.
She made no reply.
Amy lugged20 a Gladstone bag down the crooked21 stairs. A trunk was already close to the door; it had wrinkled the carpet and deranged22 the mat.
"You didn't forget to put the hair-brush in, did you, Amy?" he asked.
"N--no, Mr. Cyril," she blubbered.
"Amy!" Constance sharply corrected her, as Cyril ran upstairs, "I wonder you can't control yourself better than that."
Amy weakly apologized. Although treated almost as one of the family, she ought not to have forgotten that she was a servant. What right had she to weep over Cyril's luggage? This question was put to her in Constance's tone.
The cab came. Cyril tumbled downstairs with exaggerated carelessness, and with exaggerated carelessness he joked at the cabman.
"Now, mother!" he cried, when the luggage was stowed. "Do you want me to miss this train?" But he knew that the margin23 of time was ample. It was his fun!
"Nay24, I can't be hurried!" she said, fixing her bonnet25. "Amy, as soon as we are gone you can clear this table."
She climbed heavily into the cab.
"That's it! Smash the springs!" Cyril teased her.
The horse got a stinging cut to recall him to the seriousness of life. It was a fine, bracing26 autumn morning, and the driver felt the need of communicating his abundant energy to some one or something. They drove off, Amy staring after them from the door. Matters had been so marvellously well arranged that they arrived at the station twenty minutes before the train was due.
"Never mind!" Cyril mockingly comforted his mother. "You'd rather be twenty minutes too soon than one minute too late, wouldn't you?"
His high spirits had to come out somehow.
Gradually the minutes passed, and the empty slate-tinted platform became dotted with people to whom that train was nothing but a Loop Line train, people who took that train every week-day of their lives and knew all its eccentricities27.
And they heard the train whistle as it started from Turnhill. And Cyril had a final word with the porter who was in charge of the luggage. He made a handsome figure, and he had twenty pounds in his pocket. When he returned to Constance she was sniffing28, and through her veil he could see that her eyes were circled with red. But through her veil she could see nothing. The train rolled in, rattling29 to a standstill. Constance lifted her veil and kissed him; and kissed her life out. He smelt30 the odour of her crape. He was, for an instant, close to her, close; and he seemed to have an overwhelmingly intimate glimpse into her secrets; he seemed to be choked in the sudden strong emotion of that crape. He felt queer.
"Here you are, sir! Second smoker31!" called the porter.
The daily frequenters of the train boarded it with their customary disgust.
"I'll write as soon as ever I get there!" said Cyril, of his own accord. It was the best he could muster32.
With what grace he raised his hat!
A sliding-away; clouds of steam; and she shared the dead platform with milk-cans, two porters, and Smith's noisy boy!
She walked home, very slowly and painfully. The lump of lead was heavier than ever before. And the townspeople saw the proudest mother in Bursley walking home.
"After all," she argued with her soul angrily, petulantly33, "could you expect the boy to do anything else? He is a serious student, he has had a brilliant success, and is he to be tied to your apron-strings? The idea is preposterous34. It isn't as if he was an idler, or a bad son. No mother could have a better son. A nice thing, that he should stay all his life in Bursley simply because you don't like being left alone!"
Unfortunately one might as well argue with a mule35 as with one's soul. Her soul only kept on saying monotonously36: "I'm a lonely old woman now. I've nothing to live for any more, and I'm no use to anybody. Once I was young and proud. And this is what my life has come to! This is the end!"
When she reached home, Amy had not touched the breakfast things; the carpet was still wrinkled, and the mat still out of place. And, through the desolating37 atmosphere of reaction after a terrific crisis, she marched directly upstairs, entered his plundered38 room, and beheld39 the disorder40 of the bed in which he had slept.
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