Sally Bishop Part 7
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"Yes; but you'd have to work for it. I don't."
"Oh yes; but what sort of work? Nothing to typewriting."
"Perhaps not. But they'd probably expect more than work out of you."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, when a stage manager gives an unknown girl a walk on in the chorus of a musical comedy, he looks upon it in the light of a favour.
I suppose it is too. He puts her in the way of knowing a lot of well-to-do young men, and he pays her two pounds a week for doing nothing but look pretty under the most advantageous circ.u.mstances.
There are women who would pay to get a job like that."
Sally's face puckered with disgust. "I think life's beastly," she said.
Janet smiled. "That's not life," she said; "that's musical comedy."
Then she lit another cigarette and sat there, watching Sally take off her wet clothes; smiled at her, catching the garments with the tips of her fingers, and shuddering when they touched her skin.
"You're too sensitive for this business, Sally," she said at last.
"You're too romantic. Why don't you get married?"
"I wish I could," said Sally.
"Well, you don't take your chances."
"What chances?"
"Mr. Arthur--"
They both laughed. Mr. Arthur Montagu was a bank clerk, lodging in the same house on Strand-on-Green. He had had the same room for over three years and had, through various stages of acquaintances.h.i.+p, come to be addressed by the landlady as Mr. Arthur.
For the first few weeks after the arrival of Sally and Janet, he had chosen to take his meals in the kitchen--where all meals were served--after they had finished. His, was a bed-sitting-room, the only one the house contained, and, in social status, the possession of it lifted him in rank above any of the other lodgers who shared the general sitting-room with the landlady, Mrs. Hewson, and her husband.
But one evening, Sally and he had returned together from Hammersmith on the tram. They had walked together from the bridge along that river way, with its tall houses and its little houses, its narrow alleys and its low-roofed inns, which is perhaps the most picturesque part of the river that the shattering march of time has left. He had made intellectual remarks about the effects of the sunlight in the water.
He had drawn her attention to the beauty of the broad stretch of stream as it bent away towards Chiswick out of sight. He felt that he had made an impression of mentality upon the little typewriting girl. And, after that, he had suggested to Mrs. Hewson that it might seem churlish on his part not to have his meals with the rest.
Janet Hallard he did not like. When he talked about art her eyes hung upon him and, waiting until he had finished, she then talked about the Stock Exchange.
"Oh! I hate talking shop," he said one day.
"But you do it so well," she replied quietly. "It seems so much more interesting than art when you talk about it. After all, art is only some one person's idea about something they generally don't understand."
There is no wonder that the man hated her. But for Sally, he formed a deep attachment that was only kept in check and controlled by the remembrance of the superiority of his position. Cla.s.s bias is universal, and is based almost entirely upon possession. The school-boy who has more pocket-money, the lodger who has the only bed-sitting-room in the house, and the man who has the largest rent-roll, are always socially above those in their immediate surroundings. Possession being nine points of the law is also nine points of cla.s.s superiority. That Mr. Arthur should have stepped down from his high estate and condescended to have his meals with them, was proof enough that the man was in earnest. But his interest in her was not reciprocated.
"I couldn't marry Mr. Arthur," she said; "not even if he was the manager of his old bank."
"But why not?"
"Because I could never love him; not even respect him."
"That's what fetters women."
"What?"
"That idea that they've got to marry the man they love. They've grown to think--unconsciously almost--that to give him love, blinded, is a fair exchange for his provision of a home. They'll never win their independence that way."
"I don't want my independence," said Sally.
"Then why do you work for it?" asked Janet.
"Because I didn't want to be a clog on my own people--because I wanted to be free to answer to myself."
"Then why don't you carry that idea further? Why make yourself free, simply to tie yourself up again at the first chance you get?"
"I don't call it tying myself up to marry a man I'm in love with and who loves me. That's happiness. I know I shall be perfectly happy."
Janet lifted her head and in a thoroughly professional manner blew a long, thin stream of smoke from between her lips.
"How long do you think that happiness is going to last?" she asked.
"I don't know."
"You chance it?"
"Yes."
"And then when the end comes you have not even got yourself to fall back upon. You're done for--sucked dry. You fall to pieces because you've sold your independence."
Sally left the dressing-table and crossed to Janet's bed. Sitting there, she put her bare arms on Janet's shoulders.
"It's no good your talking like that," she said gently. "You think that way, and right or wrong I think the other. If I loved a man and he loved me, I'd willingly sell my independence, willingly do anything for him."
"Supposing he wasn't going to marry you?" said Janet, imperturbably.
"Then he wouldn't love me."
"Oh yes; he might."
"Then I don't know what you mean."
Janet stood up from the bed. "I can smell bloaters for supper," she said; "if you don't hurry up, Mr. Hewson 'll get the best one. I can see Mrs. Hewson picking it out for him. Come on. Put a blouse on.
There's a woman who's sold her independence. She doesn't get much for it, as far as I can see. Come on. I'm going to talk to Mr. Arthur about art to-night."
CHAPTER VII
It is one thing to say you could never marry a man, and it is another thing to refuse him when he asks you.
Sally Bishop Part 7
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