Every morning on her way towards Highbury Corner, Eve passed the end of Clarendon Grove8, a road lined with sombre, semi-detached houses, whose front gardens were full of plane trees, ragged9 lilacs and privets, and scraggy laburnums. Eve, who was fairly punctual, passed the end of Clarendon Grove about a quarter to nine each morning, and there was another person who was just as punctual in quite a detached and unpremeditated way. Sometimes she saw him coming out of a gate about a hundred yards down Clarendon Grove, sometimes he was already turning the corner, or she saw his broad fat back just ahead of her, always on the same side of the street.
She christened him “the Highbury Clock,” or “the British Bourgeois10.” He was a shortish, square-built man of about five-and-forty, with clumsy shoulders, a round head, and big feet. He turned his toes out like a German when he walked, and he always went at the same pace, and always carried a black handbag. His face was round, phlegmatic11, good tempered, and wholly commonplace, the eyes blue and rather protuberant12, the nose approximating to what is vulgarly called the “shoe-horn type,” the mouth hidden by a brownish walrus13 moustache. He looked the most regular, reliable, and solid person imaginable in his top-hat, black coat, and neatly14 pressed grey trousers. Eve never caught him hurrying, and she imagined that in hot weather he ought to wear an alpaca coat.
They sighted each other pretty regularly for some three months before chance caused them to strike up a casual acquaintanceship. One wet day the Bourgeois gave up his seat to Eve in a crowded tram. After that he took off his hat to her whenever she happened to pass across the end of Clarendon Grove in front of him. One morning they arrived at the corner at the same moment, and the Bourgeois wished her “good morning.”
They walked as far as Upper Street together. It seemed absurd for two humans whose paths touched so often not to smile and exchange a few words about the weather, and so it came about that they joined forces whenever the Bourgeois was near enough to the corner for Eve not to have to indulge in any conscious loitering.
He was a very decent sort of man, and his name was Mr. Parfit. He was something in the neighbourhood of Broad Street, but what it was he did not state, and Eve did not inquire. In due course she discovered that he was a bachelor, that he had lived for fifteen years in the same rooms, that he had a passion for romantic novels, and that he went regularly to Queen’s Hall. He spent Sunday in his slippers15, reading The Referee16. A three weeks’ holiday once a year satisfied any vagrant17 impulses he might feel, and he spent these three weeks at Ramsgate, Hastings or Brighton.
“I like to be in a crowd,” he told Eve, “with plenty of youngsters about. There’s nothing I like better than sitting on the sands with a pipe and a paper, watching the kids making castles and pies, and listening to Punch and Judy. Seems to make one feel young.”
She liked Mr. Parfit, and often wondered why he had not married. Perhaps he was one of those men who preferred being a very excellent uncle rather than a bored father, for she gathered that he was fond of other people’s children, and was always ready with his pennies. He had a sly, laborious18, porcine humour, and a chuckle19 that made his cheeks wrinkle and his eyes grow smaller. He was exceedingly polite to Eve, and though at times he seemed inclined to be good-naturedly personal, she knew that it was part of his nature and not a studied attempt at familiarity.
Eve was glad to have this very human person to talk to, for she found life increasingly lonely, now that Kate Duveen had gone. Mr. Parfit had a fatherly way with him, and though his culture was crude and raw, he had a shrewd outlook upon things in general that was not unamusing. London, too, was in the thick of the mud and muck of a wet winter, and Eve found that she was growing more susceptible20 to the depressing influence of bad weather. It spoilt her morning’s walk, and caused a quite unnecessary expenditure21 on trams and ’buses, and roused her to a kind of rage when she pulled up her blind in the morning and saw the usual drizzle22 making the slate23 roofs glisten24. She associated her new studio with rain, for there always seemed to be a pattering sound upon the corrugated iron roof when she shut herself in to work.
She grew more moody25, and her moodiness26 drove her into desperate little dissipations, such as a seat in the upper circle at His Majesty’s or the Haymarket, a dinner at an Italian restaurant, or a tea at Fuller’s. She found London less depressing after dark, and learnt to understand how the exotic city, with its night jewels glittering, appealed to people who were weary of greyness. Her sun-hunger and her country-hunger had become so importunate27 that she had spent one Sunday in the country, taking train to Guildford, and walking up to the Hog’s Back. The Surrey hills had seemed dim and sad, and away yonder she had imagined Fernhill, with its fir woods and its great pleasaunce. She had felt rather like an outcast, and the day had provoked such sadness in her that she went no more into the country.
The extraordinary loneliness of such a life as hers filled her at times with cynical28 amusement. How absurd it was, this crowded solitude29 of London; this selfish, suspicious, careless materialism30. No one bothered. More than once she felt whimsically tempted31 to catch some passing woman by the arm, and to say “Stop and talk to me. I am human, and I have a tongue.” After tea she would often loiter along Regent Street or Oxford32 Street, looking rather aimlessly into the shops, and studying the faces of the people who passed; but she found that she had to abandon this habit of loitering, for more than once men spoke33 to her, looking in her face with a look that made her grow cold with a white anger.
It was inevitable34 that she should contrast this London life with the life at Fernhill, and compare all other men with James Canterton. She could not help making the comparison, nor did the comparison, when made, help her to forget. The summer had given her her first great experience, and all this subsequent loneliness intensified35 the vividness of her memories. She yearned36 to see Lynette, to feel the child’s warm hands touching38 her. She longed, too, for Canterton, to be able to look into his steady eyes, to feel his clean strength near her, to realise that she was not alone. Yes, he was clean, while these men who passed her in the streets seemed horrible, greedy and pitiless. They reminded her of the people in Aubrey Beardsley’s drawings, people with grotesque39 and leering faces, out of whose eyes nameless sins escaped.
The flat in Purbeck Street offered her other contrasts after the rain and the wet streets and the spattering mud from the wheels of motor-buses. It was eccentric but unwholesome, luxurious40, and effeminate, with suggestions of an extreme culture and an individual idea of beauty. Coming straight from a cheap lunch eaten off a marble-topped table to this muffled41, scented42 room, was like passing from a colliery slum to a warm and scented bath in a Roman villa43. Eve noticed that her shoes always seemed muddy, and she laughed over it, and apologised.
“I always leave marks on your white carpet.”
“You should read Baudelaire in order to realise that a thing that is white is of no value without a few symbolical44 stains. Supposing I have a glass case put over one of your footprints, so that Adolf shall not wash them all away?”
That was just what she disliked about Hugh Massinger. He was for ever twisting what she said into an excuse for insinuating45 that he found her charming and provocative46. He did not play at gallantry like a gentleman. A circuitous47 cleverness and a natural cowardliness kept him from being audaciously frank. He fawned48 like a badly bred dog, and she liked his fawnings so little that she began to wonder at last whether this fool was in any way serious.
One morning it snowed hard before breakfast for about an hour, and by one o’clock London was a city of slush. Eve felt depressed49, and her shoes and stockings and the bottom of her skirt were sodden50 when she reached the flat in Purbeck Street. Adolf smiled his usual smile, and confessed that Mr. Massinger had not expected her.
“Ma Donna! I never thought you would brave this horrible weather.”
He threw a book aside and was up, solicitous51, and not a little pleased at the chance of being tender.
“Good heavens! Your shoes and skirt are wet!”
“A little.”
He piled two or three cushions in front of the fire.
“Do sit down and take your shoes and stockings off, and dry your skirt.”
She sat down and took off her shoes.
“Stockings too! I can be very fatherly and severe. Do you think it immodest to show your bare feet? You must have a liqueur; it will warm you.”
“I would rather not.”
“Oh, come! You are a pale Iseult to-day.”
“Thank you, I would rather not.”
“Then Adolf shall make us coffee.”
He rang the bell.
“Adolf, coffee and some biscuits! And bring that purple scarf of mine.”
The scarf arrived first, and Massinger held it spread over his hands like a shop-assistant showing off a length of silk.
“Two little white empresses shall wear the purple. No work this afternoon. I am going to try to make you forget the weather.”
Adolf came in noiselessly with the coffee, set it on a stool beside Eve, and departed just as noiselessly, and with an absolutely expressionless face. The way he had of effacing53 himself made Eve more conscious of his existence.
The fire was comforting, so was the coffee. She could have slipped into a mood of soothed54 indolence if Massinger had not been present. But his leering obsequiousness55 had disturbed her, and she found herself facing that eternal problem as to how a woman should behave to a man who employed her and paid for her time. Was it necessary to quarrel with all this sentimental56 by-play? She still held to her impression that he was a very great ass7.
“This detestable climate! It brutalises us. It makes one understand why the English drink beer, and love to see the red corpses57 of animals hung up in shops. A gross climate, and a gross people.”
Eve had wrapped the purple scarf round her feet.
“If we could be sure of a little sunshine every other day!”
She was staring at the fire, and Massinger was studying her with an interested intentness. Thought and desire were mingled58 at the back of his pale eyes.
“Who does not? With the exception of the people who have been baked in the tropics.”
“And it is so near. The people who are free can always find it.”
He lay back against the cushions on the lounge, his eyes still on her, and shining with an incipient59 smile.
“You leave the grey country at dusk, and travel through the night, and then the dawn comes up, all orange and gold, and the cypresses60 hold up their beckoning61 fingers. There the sea is blue, and there are flowers, roses, carnations62, wallflowers, stocks, and mimosa; oranges and lemons hang on the trees, and the white villas63 shine among palms and olives.”
“Have you ever seen Monte Carlo?”
“No.”
“It is a vulgar world to the vulgar. But that delectable65 little world has an esoteric meaning. The sun shines, and it is easier to make love under a blue sky. And then, all those little towns on the edge of the blue sea, and the grey rock villages, and the adventures up mule-paths. Think of a mule-path, and pine woods, and sunlight, and a bottle of red wine.”
“It is useful to think of such things, just to realise how very far away they are.”
“Nothing is far away, when one has the magic carpet of gold. Have the courage to dream, and there you are.”
He got up, wandered round the room with a wavering glance at her, and then came across to the fire.
“Just think of ‘Monte’ and the sunlight, and the gay pagan life. It is worth experiencing. Dream of it for a week in London. Are you getting dry?”
He went down suddenly on one knee and felt her skirt, and in another moment he had touched one of her feet.
“The little white empress is warm. How would she like to walk the terraces at Monte Carlo?”
Eve kept very still. She had an abrupt67 glimpse of the meaning of his suggestions, and of all that was moving towards her in this man’s mind. Intuition told her that she would rebuff him more thoroughly68 by treating him as a sentimental idiot than by flattening69 him with anger, as if he were a man.
“Please don’t do that. It’s foolish, and makes me want to laugh. I think it’s time we were serious. I am ready for work.”
For an instant his eyes looked sulky and dangerous.
“What a practical person it is.”
“And what a long time you have taken to find that out. I’m afraid I’m not in the least sentimental.”
Hugh Massinger went back to the lounge like a cat that has been laughed at.
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protuberant
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walrus
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laborious
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chuckle
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susceptible
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expenditure
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glisten
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solitude
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materialism
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tempted
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intensified
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grotesque
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luxurious
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muffled
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scented
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villa
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symbolical
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insinuating
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provocative
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circuitous
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fawned
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depressed
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solicitous
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irony
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effacing
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obsequiousness
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