The dingy1 little room was stuffy2 and crowded to its utmost limit, and Mr. Polly’s skies were dark with the sense of irreparable acts. Everybody seemed noisy and greedy and doing foolish things. Miriam, still in that unbecoming hat — for presently they had to start off to the station together — sat just beyond Mrs. Punt and her son, doing her share in the hospitalities, and ever and again glancing at him with a deliberately3 encouraging smile. Once she leant over the back of the chair to him and whispered cheeringly: “Soon be together now.” Next to her sat Johnson, profoundly silent, and then Annie, talking vigorously to a friend. Uncle Pentstemon was eating voraciously4 opposite, but with a kindling5 eye for Annie. Mrs. Larkins sat next to Mr. Voules. She was unable to eat a mouthful, she declared, it would choke her, but ever and again Mr. Voules wooed her to swallow a little drop of liquid refreshment6.
There seemed a lot of rice upon everybody, in their hats and hair and the folds of their garments.
Presently Mr. Voules was hammering the table for the fourth time in the interests of the Best Man. . . .
All feasts come to an end at last, and the breakup of things was precipitated7 by alarming symptoms on the part of Master Punt. He was taken out hastily after a whispered consultation8, and since he had got into the corner between the fireplace and the cupboard, that meant everyone moving to make way for him. Johnson took the opportunity to say, “Well — so long,” to anyone who might be listening, and disappear. Mr. Polly found himself smoking a cigarette and walking up and down outside in the company of Uncle Pentstemon, while Mr. Voules replaced bottles in hampers9 and prepared for departure, and the womenkind of the party crowded upstairs with the bride. Mr. Polly felt taciturn, but the events of the day had stirred the mind of Uncle Pentstemon to speech. And so he spoke10, discursively12 and disconnectedly, a little heedless of his listener as wise old men will.
“They do say,” said Uncle Pentstemon, “one funeral makes many. This time it’s a wedding. But it’s all very much of a muchness,” said Uncle Pentstemon. . . .
“‘Am do get in my teeth nowadays,” said Uncle Pentstemon, “I can’t understand it. ‘Tisn’t like there was nubbicks or strings13 or such in ‘am. It’s a plain food.
“That’s better,” he said at last.
“You got to get married,” said Uncle Pentstemon. “Some has. Some hain’t. I done it long before I was your age. It hain’t for me to blame you. You can’t ‘elp being the marrying sort any more than me. It’s nat’ral-like poaching or drinking or wind on the stummik. You can’t ‘elp it and there you are! As for the good of it, there ain’t no particular good in it as I can see. It’s a toss up. The hotter come, the sooner cold, but they all gets tired of it sooner or later. . . . I hain’t no grounds to complain. Two I’ve ‘ad and berried, and might ‘ave ‘ad a third, and never no worrit with kids — never. . . .
“You done well not to ‘ave the big gal14. I will say that for ye. She’s a gad-about grinny, she is, if ever was. A gad-about grinny. Mucked up my mushroom bed to rights, she did, and I ‘aven’t forgot it. Got the feet of a centipede, she ‘as — ll over everything and neither with your leave nor by your leave. Like a stray ‘en in a pea patch. Cluck! cluck! Trying to laugh it off. I laughed ‘er off, I did. Dratted lumpin baggage! . . . ”
For a while he mused15 malevolently16 upon Annie, and routed out a reluctant crumb17 from some coy sitting-out place in his tooth.
“Wimmin’s a toss up,” said Uncle Pentstemon. “Prize packets they are, and you can’t tell what’s in ’em till you took ’em ‘ome and undone18 ’em. Never was a bachelor married yet that didn’t buy a pig in a poke11. Never. Marriage seems to change the very natures in ’em through and through. You can’t tell what they won’t turn into — nohow.
“I seen the nicest girls go wrong,” said Uncle Pentstemon, and added with unusual thoughtfulness, “Not that I mean you got one of that sort.”
He sent another crumb on to its long home with a sucking, encouraging noise.
“The wust sort’s the grizzler,” Uncle Pentstemon resumed. “If ever I’d ‘ad a grizzler I’d up and ‘it ‘er on the ‘ed with sumpthin’ pretty quick. I don’t think I could abide19 a grizzler,” said Uncle Pentstemon. “I’d liefer ‘ave a lump-about like that other gal. I would indeed. I lay I’d make ‘er stop laughing after a bit for all ‘er airs. And mind where her clumsy great feet went. . . .
“A man’s got to tackle ’em, whatever they be,” said Uncle Pentstemon, summing up the shrewd observation of an old-world life time. “Good or bad,” said Uncle Pentstemon raising his voice fearlessly, “a man’s got to tackle ’em.”
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