Mrs. Tams had decided1 to undertake an enterprise involving extreme gallantry—surpassing the physical. She went downstairs and stood outside the parlour door, which was not quite shut. Within the parlour, or throne-room, existed a beautiful and superior being, full of grace and authority, who belonged to a race quite different from her own, who was beyond her comprehension, who commanded her and kept her alive and paid money to her, who accepted her devotion casually2 as a right, who treated her as a soft cushion between himself and the drift and inconvenience of the world, and who occasionally, as a supreme3 favour, caught her a smart slap on the back, which flattered her to excess. She went into the throne-room if she was called thither4, or if she had cleansing5 or tidying work there; she spoke6 to the superior being if he spoke to her. But she had never till then conceived the breath-taking scheme of entering the throne-room for a purpose of her own, and addressing the superior being without an invitation to do so.
Nevertheless, since by long practice she was courageous8, she meant to execute the scheme. And she began by knocking at the door. Although Rachel had seriously warned her that for a domestic servant to knock at the parlour door was a grave sin, she simply could not help knocking. Not to knock seemed to her wantonly sacrilegious. Thus she knocked, and a voice told her to come in.
There was the superior being, his back to the fire and his legs apart—formidable!
She curtsied—another sin according to the new code. Then she discovered that she was inarticulate.
"Well?"
Words burst from her—
"Her's crying her eyes out up yon, mester."
And Mrs. Tams also snivelled.
"Oh, get away, you silly old fool of a woman!"
In the lobby she heard an unusual rapping on the glass of the front door, and sharply opened it to inform the late disturber that there existed a bell and a knocker for respectable people. A shabby youth gave her a note for "Louis Fores, Esq.," and said that there was an answer. So that she was forced to renew the enterprise of entering the throne-room.
In another couple of minutes Louis was running upstairs. His wife heard him, and shook in bed from excitement at the crisis which approached. But she could never have divined the nature of the phenomenon by which the unbridgable breach12 was about to be closed.
"Louise!"
"Yes," she whimpered. Then she ventured to spy at his face through an interstice of the bedclothes, and saw thereon a most queer, white expression.
"Some one's just brought this. Read it."
He gave her the note, and she deciphered it as well as she could—
DEAR Louis,—If you aren't gone to bed I want to see you
to-night about that missing money of aunt's. I've something I
must tell you and Rachel. I'm at the "Three Tuns."
JULIAN MALDON.
"But what does he mean?" demanded Rachel, roused from her heavy mood of self-pity.
"I don't know."
"But what can he mean?" she insisted.
"Haven't a notion."
"But he must mean something!"
Louis asked—
"Well, what should you say he means?"
"How very strange!" Rachel murmured, not attempting to answer the question. "And the 'Three Tuns'! Why does he write from the 'Three Tuns'? What's he doing at the 'Three Tuns'? Isn't it a very low public-house? And everybody thought he was still in South Africa!... I suppose, then, it must have been him that we saw to-night."
"You may bet it was."
"Then why didn't he come straight here? That's what I want to know. He couldn't have called before we got here, because if he had Mrs. Tams would have told us."
Louis nodded.
"Didn't you think Mr. Batchgrew looked very queer when you mentioned Julian to-night?" Rachel continued to express her curiosity and wonder.
Throughout the conversation his manner was self-conscious. Rachel observed it, while feigning14 the contrary, and in her turn grew uneasy and even self-conscious also. Further, she had the feeling that Louis was depending upon her for support, and perhaps for initiative. His glance, though furtive15, had the appealing quality which rendered him sometimes so exquisitely16 wistful to her. As he stood over her by the bed, he made a peculiar17 compound of the negligent18, dominant19 masculine and the clinging feminine.
"And why didn't he let anybody know of his return?" Rachel went on.
"I suppose you must see him to-night."
"But I shan't see him, Louis."
"No?"
In an instant Rachel thought to herself: "He doesn't want me to see him."
Aloud she said: "I should have to dress myself all over again. Besides, I'm not fit to be seen."
She was referring, without any apparent sort of shame, to the redness of her eyes.
"Well, I'll see him by myself, then."
Louis turned to leave the bedroom. Whereat Rachel was very disconcerted and disappointed. Although the startling note from Julian had alarmed her and excited in her profound apprehensions25 whose very nature she would scarcely admit to herself, the main occupation of her mind was still her own quarrel with Louis. The quarrel was now over, for they had conversed26 in quite sincere tones of friendliness27, but she had desired and expected an overt28, tangible29 proof and symbol of peace. That proof and symbol was a kiss.
Louis was at the door ... he was beyond the door ... she was lost.
"Louis!" she cried.
He put his face in at the door.
"Will you just pass me my hand-mirror. It's on the dressing-table."
Louis was thrilled by this simple request. The hand-mirror had arrived in the house as a wedding-present. It was backed with tortoise-shell, and seemingly the one thing that had reconciled Rachel the downright to the possession of a hand-mirror was the fact that the tortoise-shell was real tortoise-shell. She had "made out" that a hand-mirror was too frivolous30 an object for the dressing-table of a serious Five Towns woman. She had always referred to it as "the" hand-mirror—as though disdaining31 special ownership. She had derided32 it once by using it in front of Louis with the mimic33 foolish graces of an empty-headed doll. And now she was asking for it because she wanted it; and she had said "my" hand-mirror!
This revelation of the odalisque in his Rachel enchanted34 Louis, and incidentally it also enchanted Rachel. She had employed a desperate remedy, and the result on both of them filled her with a most surprising gladness. Louis judged it to be deliciously right that Rachel should be anxious to know whether her weeping had indeed made her into an object improper35 for the beholding36 of the male eye, and Rachel to her astonishment37 shared his opinion. She was "vain," and they were both well content. In taking it she touched his hand. He bent38 and kissed her. Each of them was ravaged39 by formidable fears for the future, tremendously disturbed in secret by the mysterious word from Julian; and yet that kiss stood unique among their kisses, and in their simplicity40 they knew not why. And as they kissed they hated Julian, and the past, and the whole world, for thus coming between them and deranging41 their love. They would, had it been possible, have sold all the future for tranquillity42 in that moment.
VII
Going downstairs, Louis found Mrs. Tarns standing43 in the back part of the lobby between the parlour door and the kitchen; obviously she had stationed herself there in order to keep watch on the messenger from the "Three Tuns." As the master of the house approached with dignity the foot of the stairs, the messenger stirred, and in the classic manner of messengers fingered uneasily his hat. The fingers were dirty. The hat was dirty and shabby. It had been somebody else's hat before coming into the possession of the messenger. The same applied44 to his jacket and trousers. The jacket was well cut, but green; the trousers, with their ragged45, muddy edges, yet betrayed a pattern of distinction. Round his neck the messenger wore a thin muffler, and on his feet an exhausted46 pair of tennis-shoes. These noiseless shoes accentuated47 and confirmed the stealthy glance of his eyes. Except for an unshaven chin, and the confidence-destroying quality that lurked48 subtly in his aspect, he was not repulsive49 to look upon. His features were delicate enough, his restless mouth was even pretty, and his carriage graceful50. He had little of the coarseness of industrialism—probably because he was not industrial. His age was about twenty, and he might have sold Signals in the street, or run illegal errands for street-bookmakers. At any rate, it was certain that he was not above earning a chance copper51 from a customer of the "Three Tuns." His clear destiny was never to inspire respect or trust, nor to live regularly (save conceivably in prison), nor to do any honest daily labour. And if he did not know this, he felt it. All his movements were those of an outcast who both feared and execrated52 the organism that was rejecting him.
Louis, elegant, self-possessed, and superior, passed into the parlour exactly as if the messenger had been invisible. He was separated from the messenger by an immeasurable social prestige. He was raised to such an altitude above the messenger that he positively53 could not see the messenger with the naked eye. And yet for one fraction of a second he had the illusion of being so intimately akin7 to the messenger that a mere54 nothing might have pushed him into those vile55 clothes and endowed him with that furtive look and that sinister56 aspect of a helot. For one infinitesimal instant he was the messenger; and shuddered57. Then the illusion as swiftly faded, and—such being Louis' happy temperament—was forgotten. He disappeared into the parlour, took a piece of paper and an envelope from the small writing-table behind Rachel's chair, and wrote a short note to Julian—a note from which facetiousness58 was not absent—inviting him to come at once. He rang the bell. Mrs. Tams entered, full of felicity because the great altercation59 was over and concord60 established.
"Give this to that chap," said Louis, casually imperative61, holding out the note but scarcely glancing at Mrs. Tams.
"Yes, sir," said Mrs. Tarns with humble62 eagerness, content to be a very minor63 tool in the hidden designs of the exalted64.
"And then you can go to bed."
"Oh! It's of no consequence, I'm sure, sir," Mrs. Tams answered.
Louis heard her say importantly and condescendingly to the messenger—
"Here ye are, young man."
She shut the front door as though much relieved to get such a source of peril65 and infection out of the respectable house.
Immediately afterwards strange things happened to Louis in the parlour. He had intended to return at once to his wife in order to continue the vague, staggered conversation about Julian's thunderbolt. But he discovered that he could not persuade himself to rejoin Rachel. A self-consciousness, growing every moment more acute and troublesome, prevented him from so doing. He was afraid that he could not discuss the vanished money without blushing, and it happened rarely that he lost control of his features, which indeed he could as a rule mould to the expression of a cherub66 whenever desirable. So he sat down in a chair, the first chair to hand, any chair, and began to reflect. Of course he was safe. The greatest saint on earth could not have been safer than he was from conviction of a crime. He might be suspected, but nothing could possibly be proved against him. Moreover, despite his self-consciousness, he felt innocent; he really did feel innocent, and even ill-used. The money had forced itself upon him in an inexcusable way; he was convinced that he had never meant to misappropriate it; assuredly he had received not a halfpenny of benefit from it. The fault was entirely the old lady's. Yes, he was innocent and he was safe.
Nevertheless, he did not at all like the resuscitation67 of the affair. The affair had been buried. How characteristic of the inconvenient68 Julian to rush in from South Africa and dig it up! Everybody concerned had decided that the old lady on the night of her attack had not been responsible for her actions. She had annihilated69 the money—whether by fire, as Batchgrew had lately suggested, or otherwise, did not matter. Or, if she had not annihilated the money, she had "done something" with it—something unknown and unknowable. Such was the acceptable theory, in which Louis heartily70 concurred71. The loss was his—at least half the loss was his—and others had no right to complain. But Julian was without discretion72. Within twenty-four hours Julian might well set the whole district talking.
Louis was dimly aware that the district already had talked, but he was not aware to what extent it had talked. Neither he nor anybody else was aware how the secret had escaped out of the house. Mrs. Tarns would have died rather than breathe a word. Rachel, naturally, had said naught73; nor had Louis. Old Batchgrew had decided that his highest interest also was to say naught, and he had informed none save Julian. Julian might have set the secret free in South Africa, but in a highly distorted form it had been current in certain strata74 of Five Towns society long before it could have returned from South Africa. The rough, commonsense75 verdict of those select few who had winded the secret was simply that "there had been some hanky-panky," and that beyond doubt Louis was "at the bottom of it," but that it had little importance, as Mrs. Maldon was dead, poor thing. As for Julian, "a rough customer, though honest as the day," he was reckoned to be capable of protecting his own interests.
And then, amid all his apprehensions, a new hope sprouted76 in Louis' mind. Perhaps Julian was acquainted with some fact that might lead to the recovery of a part of the money. Had Louis not always held that the pile of notes which had penetrated77 into his pocket did not represent the whole of the nine hundred and sixty-five pounds? Conceivably it represented about half of the total, in which case a further sum of, say, two hundred and fifty pounds might be coming to Louis. Already he was treating this two hundred and fifty pounds as a windfall, and wondering in what most pleasant ways he could employ it!... But with what kind of fact could Julian be acquainted?... Had Julian been dishonest? Louis would have liked to think Julian dishonest, but he could not. Then what ...?
He heard movements above. And the front gate creaked. As if a spring had been loosed, he jumped from the chair and ran upstairs—away from the arriving Julian and towards his wife. Rachel was just getting up.
"Don't trouble," he said. "I'll see him. I'll deal with him. Much better for you to stay in bed."
He perceived that he did not want Rachel to hear what Julian had to say until after he had heard it himself.
Rachel hesitated.
"Do you think so?... What have you been doing? I thought you were coming up again at once."
"I had one or two little things—"
"There he is!" Louis muttered, as it were aghast.
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