Radiating in long rows from the central fortress7 of learning, a diversified8 company of readers disposes itself: bishops9, statesmen, men of science, historians, needy10 pedants11, popular authors whose broughams are waiting in the precincts, journalists, medical students, law students, curates, hack-writers, women with clipped hair and black aprons12, idlers; all short-sighted and all silent.
Every few minutes an official enters in charge of an awed13 group of country visitors, and whispers mechanically the unchanging formula: "Eighty thousand volumes in this room alone: thirty-six miles of bookshelves in the Museum altogether." Whereupon the visitors stare about them, the official unsuccessfully endeavours not to let it appear that the credit of the business belongs entirely14 to himself, and the party retires again.
Vague, reverberating15 noises roll heavily from time to time across the chamber16, but no one looks up; the incessant17 cannibal feast of the living upon the dead goes speechlessly forward; the trucks of food are always moving to and fro, and the nonchalant waiters seem to take no rest.
Almost Richard's first care on coming to London had been to obtain a reader's ticket for the British Museum, and for several months he had made a practice of spending Saturday afternoon there, following no special line of study or research, and chiefly contenting himself with desultory18 reading in the twenty thousand volumes which could be reached down without the slow machinery19 of an order form. After a time the charm of the place had dwindled20, and other occupations filled his Saturday afternoons.
But when upon his return from William's funeral he stepped from Euston Station into Bloomsbury, the old enthusiasms came back in all their original freshness. The seduction of the street vistas21, the lofty buildings, and the swiftly flitting hansoms once more made mere22 wayfaring23 a delight; the old feeling of self-confident power lifted his chin, and the failures of the past were forgotten in a dream of future possibilities. He dwelt with pleasure on that part of his conversation with Mrs. Clayton Vernon which disclosed the interesting fact that Bursley would be hurt if he failed to do "things." Bursley, and especially Mrs. Clayton Vernon, good woman, should not be disappointed. He had towards his native town the sentiments of a consciously clever husband who divines an admiring trust in the glance of a little ignoramus of a wife. Such faith was indeed touching24.
One of the numerous resolutions which he made was to resume attendance at the British Museum; the first visit was anticipated with impatience25, and when he found himself once more within the book-lined walls of the reading-room he was annoyed to discover that his plans for study were not matured sufficiently26 to enable him to realise any definite part of them, however small, that day. An idea for an article on "White Elephants" was nebulous in his brain; he felt sure that the subject might be treated in a fascinating manner, if only he could put hands on the right material. An hour passed in searching Poole's Index and other works of reference, without result, and Richard spent the remainder of the afternoon in evolving from old magazines schemes for articles which would present fewer difficulties in working out. Nothing of value was accomplished27, and yet he experienced neither disappointment nor a sense of failure. Contact with innumerable books of respectable but forbidding appearance had cajoled him, as frequently before, into the delusion28 that he had been industrious29; surely it was impossible that a man could remain long in that atmosphere of scholarly attainment30 without acquiring knowledge and improving his mind!
Presently he abandoned the concoction31 of attractive titles for his articles, and began to look through some volumes of the "Biographie Universelle." The room was thinning now. He glanced at the clock; it was turned six. He had been there nearly four hours! With a sigh of satisfaction he replaced all his books and turned to go, mentally discussing whether or not so much application did not entitle him, in spite of certain resolutions, to go to the Ottoman that evening.
"Hey!" a voice called out as he passed the glass screen near the door; it sang resonantly32 among the desks and ascended33 into the dome; a number of readers looked up. Richard turned round sharply, and beheld34 Mr. Aked moving a forefinger35 on the other side of the screen.
"Been here long?" the older man asked, when Richard had come round to him. "I've been here all day—first time for fifteen years at least. Strange we didn't see each other. They've got a beastly new regulation about novels less than five years old not being available. I particularly wanted some of Gissing's—not for the mere fun of reading 'em of course, because I've read 'em before. I wanted them for a special purpose—I may tell you about it some day—and I couldn't get them, at least several of them. What a tremendous crowd there is here nowadays!"
"Well, you see, it's Saturday afternoon," Richard put in, "and Saturday afternoon's the only time that most people can come, unless they're men of independent means like yourself. You seem to have got a few novels besides Gissing's, though." About forty volumes were stacked upon Mr. Aked's desk, many of them open.
"Yes, but I've done now." He began to close the books with a smack36 and to pitch them down roughly in new heaps, exactly like a petulant37 boy handling school-books. "See, pile them between my arms, and I bet you I'll carry them away all at once."
"Oh, no. I'll help you," Richard laughed. "It'll be far less trouble than picking up what you drop."
While they were waiting at the centre desk Mr. Aked said,—
"There's something about this place that makes you ask for more volumes than can possibly be useful to you. I question whether I've done any good here to-day at all. If I'd been content with three or four books instead of thirty or forty, I might have done something. By the way, what are you here for?"
"Well, I just came to look up a few points," Richard answered vaguely38. "I've been messing about—got a notion or two for articles, that's all."
Mr. Aked stopped to shake hands as soon as they were outside the Museum. Richard was very disappointed that their meeting should have been so short. This man of strange vivacity39 had thrown a spell over him. Richard was sure that his conversation, if only he could be persuaded to talk, would prove delightfully40 original and suggestive; he guessed that they were mutually sympathetic. Ever since their encounter in the A. B. C. shop Richard had desired to know more of him, and now, when by chance they met again, Mr. Aked's manner showed little or no inclination41 towards a closer acquaintance. There was of course a difference between them in age of at least thirty years, but to Richard that seemed no bar to an intimacy42. It was, he surmised43, only the physical part of Mr. Aked that had grown old.
"Well, good-bye."
"Good-bye." Should he ask if he might call at Mr. Aked's rooms or house, or whatever his abode44 was? He hesitated, from nervousness.
"Often come here?"
"Generally on Saturdays," said Richard.
"We may see each other again, then, sometime. Good-bye."
Richard left him rather sadly, and the sound of the old man's quick, alert footsteps—he almost stamped—receded in the direction of Southampton Row. A minute later, as Richard was turning round by Mudie's out of Museum Street, a hand touched his shoulder. It was Mr. Aked's.
"By the way," the man's face crinkled into a smile as he spoke45, "are you doing anything to-night?"
"Nothing whatever."
"Let's go and have dinner together—I know a good French place in Soho."
"Half a crown, table d'hôte. Can you afford?"
"Certainly I can," said Richard, perhaps a little annoyed, until he recollected47 that Mr. Aked had used exactly the same phrase on a previous occasion.
"I'll pay for the wine."
"Not at all—"
"I'll pay for the wine," Mr. Aked repeated decisively.
"All right. You told me about this Soho place before, if you remember."
"So I did, so I did, so I did."
"What made you turn back?"
Richard laughed aloud, for no reason in particular, except that he felt happy. They settled to a brisk walk.
The restaurant was a square apartment with a low and smoky beamed ceiling, and shining brass49 hat-pegs all round the walls; above the hat-pegs were framed advertisements of liqueurs and French, Italian, and Spanish wines. The little tables, whose stiff snowy cloths came near to touching the floor at every side, gleamed and glittered in the light of a fire. The place was empty save for an old waiter who was lighting50 the gas. The waiter turned a large, mild countenance51 to Mr. Aked as the two entered, and smiling benignly52 greeted him with a flow of French, and received a brief reply in the same language. Richard failed to comprehend what was said.
They chose a table near the fire. Mr. Aked at once pulled a book from his pocket and began to read; and Richard, somewhat accustomed by this time to his peculiarities54, found nothing extraordinary in such conduct. This plain little restaurant seemed full of enchantment55. He was in Paris,—not the great Paris which is reached via Charing56 Cross, but that little Paris which hides itself in the immensity of London. French newspapers were scattered57 about the room; the sound of French voices came musically through an open door; the bread which was presently brought in with the hors d'oeuvre was French, and the setting of the table itself showed an exotic daintiness which he had never seen before.
Outside a barrel organ was piercingly strident in the misty58 dusk. Above the ground-glass panes59 of the window, Richard could faintly descry60 the upper storeys of houses on the opposite side of the road. There was a black and yellow sign, "Umberto Club," and above that a blue and red sign, "Blanchisserie française." Still higher was an open window from which leaned a young, negligently61 dressed woman with a coarse Southern face; she swung a bird-cage idly in her hand; the bird-cage fell and was swallowed by the ground glass, and the woman with a gesture of despair disappeared from the window; the barrel organ momentarily ceased its melody and then struck up anew.
Everything seemed strangely, delightfully unsubstantial, even the meek62, bland63 face of the waiter as he deftly64 poured out the soup. Mr. Aked, having asked for the wine list, called "Cinquante, Georges, s'il vous plait," and divided his attention impartially65 between his soup and his book. Richard picked up the "Echo de Paris" which lay on a neighbouring chair. On the first page was a reference in displayed type to the success of the feuilleton "de notre collaborateur distingué," Catulle Mendès. How wondrously66 enticing67 the feuilleton looked, with its descriptive paragraphs cleverly diversified by short lines of dialogue, and at the end "CATULLE MENDÈS, à suivre. Réproduction interdite!" Half Paris, probably, was reading that feuilleton! Catulle Mendès was a real man, and no doubt eating his dinner at that moment!
When the fish came, and Georges had gently poured out the wine, Mr. Aked's tongue was loosed.
Richard told him, with as little circumlocution68 as pride would allow, the history of the last few sterile69 months.
"I suppose you feel a bit downhearted."
"Not in the least!" answered Richard, bravely, and just then his reply was approximately true.
"Never feel downhearted?"
"Well, of course one gets a bit sick sometimes."
"Let's see, to-day's the 30th. How many words have you written this month?"
"How many words!" Richard laughed. "I never count what I do in that way. But it's not much. I haven't felt in the humour. There was the funeral. That put me off."
"I suppose you think you must write only when the mood is on you." Mr. Aked spoke sarcastically70, and then laughed. "Quite a mistake. I'll give you this bit of advice and charge nothing for it. Sit down every night and write five hundred words descriptive of some scene which has occurred during the day. Never mind how tired you are; do it. Do it for six months, and then compare the earlier work with the later, and you'll keep on."
Richard drank the wisdom in.
"Did you do that once?"
"I did, sir. Everyone does it that comes to anything. I didn't come to anything, though I made a bit of money at one time. But then mine was a queer case. I was knocked over by dyspepsia. Beware of dyspepsia. I was violently dyspeptic for twenty years—simply couldn't write. Then I cured myself. But it was too late to begin again." He spoke in gulps71 between mouthfuls of fish.
"How did you cure yourself?"
The man took no notice of the question, and went on:—
"And if I haven't written anything for twenty years, I'm still an author at heart. In fact, I've got something 'in the air' now. Oh! I've always had the literary temperament72 badly. Do you ever catch yourself watching instinctively73 for the characteristic phrase?"
"I'm afraid I don't quite know what you mean."
"Eh?"
Richard repeated what he had said, but Mr. Aked was absorbed in pouring out another glass of wine.
"I wish you'd tell me," Richard began, after a pause, "how you first began to write, or rather to get printed."
"My dear little friend, I can't tell you anything new. I wrote for several years and never sold a line. And for what peculiar53 reason, should you think? Simply because not a line was worth printing. Then my things began to be accepted. I sold a story first; I forget the title, but I remember there was a railway accident in it, and it happened to come before the editor of a magazine just when everyone was greatly excited about a railway smash in the West of England. I got thirty shillings for that."
"I think I should get on all right enough if only I could sell one thing." Richard sighed.
"Well, you must wait. Why, damn it all, man!"—he stopped to drink, and Richard noticed how his hand shook. "How long have you been working seriously? Not a year! If you were going in for painting, you surely wouldn't expect to sell pictures after only a year's study?" Mr. Aked showed a naïve appreciation74 of himself in the part of a veteran who deigns75 to give a raw recruit the benefit of vast experience.
After the cheese Mr. Aked ordered coffee and cognac, and sixpenny cigars. They smoked in silence.
"Do you know," Richard blurted79 out at length, "the fact is I'm not sure that I'm meant for writing at all. I never take any pleasure in writing. It's a confounded nuisance." He almost trembled with apprehension80 as he uttered the words.
"You like thinking about what you're going to write, arranging, observing, etc.?"
"Yes, I like that awfully."
"Well, here's a secret. No writer does like writing, at least not one in a hundred, and the exception, ten to one, is a howling mediocrity. That's a fact. But all the same they're miserable81 if they don't write."
"I'm glad; there's hope."
When Richard had finished his coffee, it occurred to him to mention Miss Roberts.
"Do you ever go to the Crabtree?" he asked.
"Not of late."
"I only ask because there's a girl there who knows you. She inquired of me how you were not long since."
"A girl who knows me? Who the devil may she be?"
"I fancy her name's Roberts."
"Aha! So she's got a new place, has she? She lives in my street. That's how I know her. Nice little thing, rather!"
He made no further remark on the subject, but there remained an absent, amused smile on his face, and he pulled at his lower lip and fastened his gaze on the table.
"You must come down sometime, and see me; my niece keeps house for me," he said before they separated, giving an address in Fulham. He wrung82 Richard's hand, patted him on the shoulder, winking83 boyishly, and went off whistling to himself very quietly in the upper register.
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