"Where are we?" he asked.
"Tite Street," said Marguerite. "That's the Tower House." And she nodded towards the formidable sky-scraper which another grade of landlord had erected4 for another grade of artists who demanded studios from the capitalist. Marguerite, the Chelsea girl, knew Chelsea, if she knew nothing else; her feet turned corners in the dark with assurance, and she had no need to look at street-signs. George regarded the short thoroughfare made notorious by the dilettantism6, the modishness7, and the witticisms8 of art. It had an impressive aspect. From the portico9 of one highly illuminated10 house a crimson11 carpet stretched across the pavement to the gutter12; some dashing blade of the brush had maliciously13 determined14 to affront15 the bourgeois16 Sabbath. George stamped on the carpet; he hated it because it was not his carpet; and he swore to himself to possess that very carpet or its indistinguishable brother.
"Oh! George!" she protested lovingly. "It could so easily happen—a thing like that could. It was just bad luck."
A cushion! The divinest down cushion! That was what she was! She was more. She defended a man against himself. She restored him to perfection. Her affectionate faith was a magical inspiration to him; it was, really, the greatest force in the world. Most women would have agreed with him, however tactfully, that he had been careless about the letter. An Adela would certainly have berated18 him in her shrewish, thin tones. A Lois would have been sarcastic19, scornfully patronizing him as a 'boy.' And what would Agg have done?... They might have forgiven and even forgotten, but they would have indulged themselves first. Marguerite was exteriorly20 simple. She would not perhaps successfully dominate a drawing-room. She would cut no figure playing with lives at the wheel of an automobile21. After all, she would no doubt be ridiculous in the costume of Bonnie Prince Charlie. But she was finer than the other women whose images floated in his mind. And she was worth millions of them. He was overpowered by the sense of his good fortune in finding her. He went cold at the thought of what he would have missed if he had not found her. He would not try to conceive what his existence would be without her, for it would be unendurable. Of this he was convinced.
"Do you think he'll go talking about it?" George asked, meaning of course Mr. Haim.
"More likely she will," said Marguerite.
He positively22 could feel her lips tightening23. Futile24 to put in a word for Mrs. Haim! When he had described the swoon, Marguerite had shown neither concern nor curiosity. Not the slightest! Antipathy25 to her stepmother had radiated from her almost visibly in the night like the nimbus round a street lamp. Well, she did not understand; she was capable of injustice26; she was quite wrong about Mrs. Haim. What matter? Her whole being was centralized on himself. He was aware of his superiority.
He went on quietly:
"If the old man gets chattering27 at the office, the Orgreaves will know, and the next minute the news'll be in the Five Towns. I can't possibly let my people hear from anybody else of my engagement before they hear from me. However, if it comes to the point, we'll tell everybody. Why not?"
"Oh, but dearest! It was so nice it being a secret. It was the loveliest thing in the world."
" Yes, it was jolly."
"Perhaps father will feel differently in the morning, and then you can——"
"He won't," said George flatly. "You don't know what a state he's in. I didn't tell you—he called me a spy in the house, a dirty spy. Likewise a jackanapes. Doubtless a delicate illusion to my tender years."
"He didn't !"
"He did, honestly."
"So that was what upset you so!" Marguerite murmured. It was her first admission that she had noticed his agitation28.
"Did I look so upset, then?"
"George, you looked terrible. I felt the only thing to do was for us to go out at once."
"Oh! But surely I wasn't so upset as all that?" said George, finding in Marguerite's statement a reflection upon his ability to play the part of an imperturbable29 man of the world. "Agg didn't seem to see anything."
"Agg doesn't know you like I do."
She insinuated30 her arm into his. He raised his hand and took hold of hers. In the left pocket of his overcoat he could feel the somewhat unwieldy key of the studio. He was happy. The domestic feel of the key completed his happiness.
"Of course I can't stay on there," said he.
"I suppose I must sleep there to-night. But I'm not going to have my breakfast there to-morrow morning. No fear! I'll have it up town. Lucas'll be able to put me up to some new digs. He always knows about that sort of thing. Then I'll drive down and remove all my worldly in a four-wheeler."
He spoke with jauntiness32, in his role of male who is easily equal to any situation. But she said in a low, tenderly commiserating33 voice:
"It's a shame!"
"Not a bit!" he replied. Then he suddenly stood still and brought her to a halt. Under his erratic34 guidance they had turned along Dilke Street, and northwards again, past the Botanical Garden. "And this is Paradise Row!" he said, surveying the broad street which they had come into.
"Paradise Row?" she corrected him softly. "No, dear, it's Queen's Road. It runs into Pimlico Road."
"I mean it used to be Paradise Row," he explained. " It was the most fashionable street in Chelsea, you know. Everybody that was anybody lived here."
"Oh! Really!" She showed an amiable35 desire to be interested, but her interest did not survive more than a few seconds. "I didn't know. I know Paradise Walk. It's that horrid36 little passage down there on the right."
She had not the historic sense; and she did not understand his mood, did not in the slightest degree suspect that events had been whipping his ambition once more, and that at that moment he was enjoying the seventeenth and even the sixteenth centuries, and thinking of Sir Thomas More and Miss More, and all manner of grandiose37 personages and abodes38, and rebelling obstinately39 against the fact, that he was as yet a nonentity40 in Chelsea, whereas he meant in the end to yield to nobody in distinction and renown41. He knew that she did not understand, and he would not pretend to himself that she did. There was no reason why she should understand. He did not particularly want her to understand.
"Let's have a look at the river, shall we?" he suggested, and they moved towards Cheyne Walk.
"Dearest," she said, "you must come and have breakfast at the studio to-morrow morning. I shall get it myself."
"You great silly! Don't you know she simply adores you?"
He was certainly startled by this remark, and he began to like Agg.
"Old Agg! Not she!" he protested, pleased, but a little embarrassed. "Will she be up?"
"You'll see whether she'll be up or not. Nine o'clock's the time, isn't it?"
They reached the gardens of Cheyne Walk. Three bridges hung their double chaplets of lights over the dark river. On the southern shore the shapes of high trees waved mysteriously above the withdrawn43 woodland glades44 that in daytime were Battersea Park. Here and there a tiny red gleam gave warning that a pier45 jutted46 out into the stream; but nothing moved on the water. The wind that swept clean the pavements had unclouded ten million stars. It was a wind unlike any other wind that ever blew, at once caressing47 and roughly challenging. The two, putting it behind them, faced eastward48, and began to pass one by one the innumerable ornate gas-lamps of Chelsea Embankment, which stretched absolutely rectilinear in front of them for a clear mile. No soul but themselves was afoot. But on the left rose gigantic and splendid houses, palaces designed by modern architects, vying49 with almost any houses in London, some dark, others richly illuminated and full of souls luxurious50, successful, and dominant51. As the girl talked creatively about the breakfast, her arm pressed his, and his fingers clasped her acquiescent52 fingers, and her chaste53 and confiding54 passion ran through him in powerful voltaic currents from some inexhaustible source of energy in her secret heart. It seemed to him that since their ride home in the hansom from the Promenade55 concert her faculty56 for love had miraculously57 developed. He divined great deeps in her, and deeps beyond those deeps. The tenderness which he felt for her was inexpressible. He said not a word, keeping to himself the terrific resolves to which she, and the wind, and the spectacular majesty58 of London inspired him. He and she would live regally in one of those very houses, and people should kowtow to her because she was the dazzling wife of the renowned59 young architect, George Cannon60. And he would show her to Mrs. John Orgreave and to Lois, and those women should acknowledge in her a woman incomparably their superior. They should not be able to hide their impressed astonishment61 when they saw her.
Nothing of all this did he impart to her as she hung supported and inspiring on his arm. He held it all in reserve for her. And then, thinking again for a moment of what she had said about Agg's liking62 for him, he thought of Agg's picture and of Marguerite's design which had originated the picture. It was a special design, new for Marguerite, whose bindings were generally of conventional patterns; it was to be paid for at a special price because of its elaborateness; she had worked on it for nearly two days; in particular she had stayed indoors during the whole of Sunday to finish it; and it was efficient, skilful63, as good as it could be. It had filled her life for nearly two days—and he had not even mentioned it to her! In the ruthless egotism of the ambitious man he had forgotten it, and forgotten to imagine sympathetically the contents of her mind. Sharp remorse64 overcame him; she grew noble and pathetic in his eyes.... Contrast her modest and talented industry with the exacting65, supercilious66, incapable67 idleness of a Lois!
"That design of yours is jolly good," he said shortly without any introductory phrases.
She perceptibly started.
"Oh! George! I'm so glad you think so. I was afraid. You know it was horribly difficult—they give you no chance."
"I know. I know. You've come out of it fine."
She was in heaven; he also, because it was so easy for him to put her there. He glanced backwards68 a few hours into the past, and he simply could not comprehend how it was that he had been so upset by the grotesque69 scene with Mr. Haim in the basement of No. 8. Everything was all right; everything was utterly70 for the best.
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