Her diet became a diet of milk and buns, tea, stale eggs, and bread and butter. She spent nothing on dress, and wore her shoes long after they should have gone to the cobbler. She planned to do most of her own washing at home, drying it in front of her sitting-room7 fire, and putting up with the moist, steamy smell and her landlady8’s contemptuous face. Mrs. Buss’s affability was beginning to wear very thin, for it was a surface virtue9 at its best. Poverty does not always inspire that human pity that we read of in sentimental10 stories. Primitive11 peoples have a horror of sickness and death, and civilisation12 has developed in many of us a similar horror of tragic13 poverty. It is to be found both in people who have struggled, and in those who have never had to struggle, and Mrs. Buss belonged to the former class. To her, poverty was a sour smell that associated itself with early and bitter memories. It brought back old qualms14 of mean dread15 and envy. She had learnt to look on poverty as a pest, and anyone who was contaminated with it became a source of offence. She recognised all the symptoms in Eve’s pathetic little economies, and straightway she began to wish her out of the house.
Eve noticed that Mrs. Buss’s voice became a grumbling16 murmur17 when she heard her talking to her son. Intuition attached a personal meaning to these discontented reverberations, and intuition was not at fault.
“I haven’t slaved all my life to let rooms to people who can’t pay! I know how the wind blows! She’s getting that mean, meat once a week, and a scuttle18 of coal made to last two days! Next thing’ll be that she’ll be getting ill.”
Albert was not interested, and his mother’s grumblings bored him.
“Why don’t you turn her out?”
“I shall have to wait till she’s short with her week’s money. And then, you may have to wait a month or two before you can get another let. It’s a noosance and a shame.”
Eve began to answer the advertisements in one or two daily papers, and to spend a few shillings in advertising19 on her own account. The results were not encouraging. It seemed to be a meaner world than she had imagined it to be, for people wanted to buy her body and soul for less than was paid to an ordinary cook. In fact, a servant girl was an autocrat20, a gentlewoman a slave. She rebelled. She refused to be sweated—refused it with passion.
She advertised herself as willing to give painting lessons, but nothing came of it, save that one of her advertisements happened to catch Mr. Parfit’s eyes. Sister Jane had called, and her brother had taken Eve twice to a theatre, and once to a concert. He dared to question her solicitously21 about the ways and means of life.
“How are you getting along, you know? Don’t mind me, I’m only everybody’s uncle.”
She did not tell him the worst.
“I can’t quite get the thing I want.”
“How many people are doing what they want to?”
“Not many.”
“One in a hundred. I wanted to be a farmer, and I’m stuck on a stool. We grumble22 and grouse23, but we have to put on the harness. Life’s like that!”
She was looking thin and ill, and he had noticed it.
“Wait a bit. Seems to me I shall have to play the inquiring father. You’re not playing the milk and bun game, are you?”
“Sometimes.”
He looked indignant, yet sympathetic.
“That’s just what you women do, mess up your digestions24 with jam and tea and cake. A doctor told me once that he had seen dozens of girls on the edge of scurvy25. You must feed properly.”
“I get all I want.”
“Now, Miss Carfax, you’ve just got to tell me if you’re wanting any sympathy, sympathy of the solid sort, I mean. Don’t stand on ceremony. I’m a man before I’m a ceremony.”
She found herself flushing.
“Thank you so much. I understand. I will tell you if I ever want to be helped.”
“Promise.”
“Yes.”
“That’s a dear, good girl.”
Mrs. Buss’s prophetic pessimism27 was justified28 by the event. Raw weather, leaky shoes and poor food may have helped in the overthrow29, but early in March Eve caught influenzal30 pneumonia31. The whole house was overturned. A trained nurse followed the doctor, and the nurse had to be provided with a bed, Mr. Albert Buss being reduced to sleeping on a sitting-room sofa. His mother’s grumbling now found a more ready echo in him. What was the use of making oneself uncomfortable for the benefit of a nurse who was plain and past thirty, and not worth meeting on the stairs?
“Just my luck. Didn’t I say she’d get ill? She’ll have to pay me more a week for doing for the nurse and having my house turned upside down.”
But for the time being Eve was beyond the world of worries, lost in the phantasies of fever, dazed by day, and delirious34 at night. She was bad, very bad, and even the bored and harassed35 middle-class doctor allowed that she was in danger, and might need a second nurse. But at the end of the second week the disease died out of her, and she became sane36 and cool once more, content to lie there in a state of infinite languor37, to think of nothing, and do nothing but breathe and eat and sleep.
She found flowers on the table beside her bed. John Parfit had sent them. He had discovered that she was seriously ill, and he had been calling twice a day to inquire. Every evening a bunch of flowers, roses, violets, or carnations38, was brought up to her, John Parfit leaving them at Bosnia Road on his way home from the City.
Eve would lie and look at the flowers without realising all that they implied. Illness is often very merciful to those who have cares and worries. It dulls the consciousness, and brooking39 no rival, absorbs the sufferer into a daze33 of drowsiness40 and dreams. The body, in its feverish41 reaction to neutralise the poison of disease, is busy within itself, and the mind is drugged and left to sleep.
As her normal self returned to her, Eve began to cast her eyes upon the life that had been broken off so abruptly42, and she discovered, to her surprise, that the things that had worried her no longer seemed to matter. She felt numb43, lethargic44, too tired to react to worries. She knew now that she had not been far from death, and the great shadow still lay near to her, blotting45 out all the lesser46 shadows, so that they were lost in it.
All the additional expense that she was incurring47, the presence of the nurse, John Parfit’s flowers, Mrs. Buss’s grumbling voice, all these phenomena48 seemed outside the circle of reality. She recognised them, without reacting to them. So benumbed was she that the idea of spending so much money did not frighten her.
She managed to write a cheque, and the nurse cashed it for her when she went for her daily walk.
Mrs. Buss’s accounts were asked for and sent up, and Eve did not feel one qualm of distress49 when she glanced at the figures and understood that her landlady was penalising her mercilessly for being ill. She paid Mrs. Buss, and turned her attention to the doctor.
“You won’t mind my mentioning it, but I shall be very grateful if you will let me know what I owe you.”
He was a thin man, with a head like an ostrich’s, and a jerky, harassed manner. Struggle was written deep all over his face and person. His wife inked out the shiny places on his black coat, and he walked everywhere, and did not keep a carriage.
“That’s all right, that’s all right!”
“But I am serious. You see, with a limited income, one likes to meet things as they come.”
“Oh, well, if it will please you. But I haven’t quite finished with you yet.”
“I know. But you won’t forget?”
Poor devil! He was not in a position to forget anyone who owed him money.
The nurse went, having swallowed up six guineas. The doctor’s bill came in soon after Eve had moved downstairs to her sitting-room. It amounted to about three pounds, and Eve paid it by cheque. Another weekly bill from Mrs. Buss confronted her, running the doctor’s account to a close finish. Eve realised, after scribbling50 a few figures, that she was left with about four pounds to her credit.
She was astonished at her own apathy51. This horror that would have sent a chill through her a month ago, now filled her with a kind of languid and cynical52 amusement. The inertia53 of her illness was still upon her, dulling the more sensitive edge of her consciousness.
A week after she had come downstairs she went out for her first walk. It was not altogether a wise proceeding54, especially when its psychological effects showed themselves. She walked as far as Highbury Corner, felt the outermost55 ripples56 of the London mill-pond, and promptly57 awoke.
That night she had a relapse and was feverish, but it was no longer a restful, drowsy58 fever, but a burning and anxious torment59. Life, the struggling, fitful, mean, contriving60 life was back in her blood, with all its dreads61 intensified62 and exaggerated. She felt the need of desperate endeavour, and was unable to stir in her own cause. It was like a dream in which some horror approaches, and one is unable to run away.
She was another week in bed, but she did not send for the doctor. And at the end of the week she met Mrs. Buss’s last bill. It left her with three shillings and fourpence in cash.
In seven days she would be in debt to her landlady, to the red-faced, grumbling woman whose insolent63 dissatisfaction was already showing itself.
Well, how was she to get the money? What was she to do?
There was the sign of the Three Balls. She had a few rings and trinkets and her mother’s jewellery, such as it was. Also, she could dispose of the studio.
Lastly, there was John Parfit—John Parfit, who was still sending her flowers. She had had a note from him. He wanted to be allowed to come and see her.
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virtue
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civilisation
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scuttle
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advertising
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autocrat
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solicitously
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grumble
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grouse
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kindly
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overthrow
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influenzal
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pneumonia
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grumbled
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daze
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delirious
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sane
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languor
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carnations
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brooking
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drowsiness
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feverish
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lethargic
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blotting
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incurring
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distress
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scribbling
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apathy
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proceeding
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promptly
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drowsy
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contriving
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