In the Year of Jubilee Part 81
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It was a remark of dubious significance, and Mrs. Damerel's averted eyes seemed to show that she derived little satisfaction from it. As the silence was unbroken, Nancy rose.
'I hope you will soon get rid of your cold.'
'Thank you, my dear. I haven't asked how the little boy is. Well, I hope?'
'Very well, I am glad to say.'
'And your husband--he is prospering?'
'I shouldn't like to say he is prospering; it seems to mean so much; but I think he is doing good work, and we are satisfied with the results.'
'My dear, you are an admirable wife.'
Nancy coloured; for the first time, a remark of Mrs. Damerel's had given her pleasure. She moved forward with hand offered for leave-taking.
They had never kissed each other, but, as if overcoming diffidence, Mrs.
Damerel advanced her lips; then, as suddenly, she drew back.
'I had forgotten. I may give you my sore throat.'
Nancy kissed her cheek.
That night Mrs. Damerel was feverish, and the next day she kept her bed. The servant who waited upon her had to endure a good many sharp reproofs; trouble did not sweeten this lady's temper, yet she never lost sight of self-respect, and even proved herself capable of acknowledging that she was in the wrong. Mrs. Damerel possessed the elements of civilisation.
This illness tried her patience in no slight degree. Something she had wished to do, something of high moment, was vexatiously postponed. A whole week went by before she could safely leave the house, and even then her mirror counselled a new delay. But on the third day of the new year she made a careful toilette, and sent for a cab,--the brougham she had been wont to hire being now beyond her means.
She drove to Farringdon Street, and climbed to the office of Mr Luckworth Crewe. Her knowledge of Crewe's habits enabled her to choose the fitting hour for this call; he had lunched, and was smoking a cigar.
'How delightful to see you here!' he exclaimed. 'But why did you trouble to come? If you had written, or telegraphed, I would have saved you the journey. I haven't even a chair that's fit for you to sit down on.'
'What nonsense! It's a most comfortable little room. Haven't you improved it since I called?'
'I shall have to look out for a bigger place. I'm outgrowing this.'
'Are you really? That's excellent news. Ah, but what sad things have been happening!'
'It's a bad business,' Crewe answered, shaking his head.
'I thought I should have heard from you about it.'
The reason of his silence she perfectly understood. Since Horace's engagement, there had been a marked change in her demeanour towards the man of business; she had answered his one or two letters with such cold formality, and, on the one occasion of his venturing to call, had received him with so marked a reserve, that Crewe, as he expressed it to himself, 'got his back up.' His ideas of chivalrous devotion were anything but complex; he could not bend before a divinity who snubbed him; if the once gracious lady chose to avert her countenance, he would let her know that it didn't matter much to him after all. Moreover, Mrs. Damerel's behaviour was too suggestive; he could hardly be wrong in explaining it by the fact that her nephew, about to be enriched by marriage, might henceforth be depended upon for all the a.s.sistance she needed. This, in the Americanism which came naturally to Crewe's lips, was 'playing it rather low down,' and he resented it.
The sudden ruin of Horace Lord's prospects (he had learnt the course of events from Horace himself) amused and gratified him. How would the high and mighty Mrs. Damerel relish this catastrophe? Would she have the 'cheek' to return to her old graciousness? If so, he had the game in his hands; she should see that he was not to be made a fool of a second time.
Yet the mere announcement of her name sufficed to shatter his resolve.
Her smile, her soft accents, her polished manners, laid the old spell upon him. He sought to excuse himself for having forsaken her in her trial.
'It really floored me. I didn't know what to say or do. I was afraid you might think I was meddling with what didn't concern me.'
'Oh, how could I have thought that? It has made me ill; I have suffered more than I can tell you.'
'You don't look quite the thing,' said Crewe, searching her face.
'Have you heard all?'
'I think so. He is married, and that's the end of it, I suppose.'
Mrs. Damerel winced at this blunt announcement.
'When was it?' she asked, in an undertone. 'I only knew he had made up his mind.'
Crewe mentioned the date; the day after Nancy's call upon her.
'And are they at Bournemouth?'
'Yes. Will be for a month or so, he says.'
'Well, we won't talk of it. As you say, that's the end. Nothing worse could have happened. Has he been speaking of me again like he used to?'
'I haven't heard him mention your name.'
She heaved a sigh, and began to look round the office.
'Let us try to forget, and talk of pleasanter things. It seems such a long time since you told me anything about your business. You remember how we used to gossip. I suppose I have been so absorbed in that poor boy's affairs; it made me selfish--I was so overjoyed, I really could think of nothing else. And now--! But I must and will drive it out of my mind. I have been moping at home, day after day, in wretched solitude. I wanted to write to you, but I hadn't the heart--scarcely the strength.
I kept hoping you might call--if only to ask how I was. Of course everything had to be explained to inquisitive people--how I hate them all! It's the nature of the world to mock at misfortunes such as this.
It would really have done me good to speak for a few minutes with such a friend as you--a real friend. I am going to live a quiet, retired life.
I am sick of the world, its falsity, and its malice, and its bitter, bitter disappointments.'
Crewe's native wit and rich store of experience availed him nothing when Mrs. Damerel discoursed thus. The silvery accents flattered his ear, and crept into the soft places of his nature. He felt as when a clever actress in a pathetic part wrought upon him in the after-dinner mood.
'You must bear up against it, Mrs. Damerel. And I don't think a retired life would suit you at all. You are made for Society.'
'Don't seek for compliments. I am speaking quite sincerely. Ah, those were happy days that I spent at Whitsand! Tell me what you have been doing. Is there any hope of the pier yet?'
'Why, it's as good as built!' cried the other. 'Didn't you see the advertis.e.m.e.nts, when we floated the company a month ago? I suppose you don't read that kind of thing. We shall begin at the works in early spring.--Look here!'
He unrolled a large design, a coloured picture of Whitsand pier as it already existed in his imagination. Not content with having the mere structure exhibited, Crewe had persuaded the draughtsman to add embellishments of a kind which, in days to come, would be his own peculiar care; from end to end, the pier glowed with the placards of advertisers. Below, on the sands, appeared bathing-machines, and these also were covered with manifold advertis.e.m.e.nts. Nay, the very pleasure-boats on the sunny waves declared the glory of somebody's soap, of somebody's purgatives.
'I'll make that place one of the biggest advertising stations in England--see if I don't! You remember the caves? I'm going to have them lighted with electricity, and painted all round with advertis.e.m.e.nts of the most artistic kind.'
'What a brilliant idea!'
'There's something else you might like to hear of. It struck me I would write a Guide to Advertising, and here it is.' He handed a copy of the book. 'It advertises _me_, and brings a little grist to the mill on its own account. Three weeks since I got it out, and we've sold three thousand of it. Costs nothing to print; the advertis.e.m.e.nts more than pay for that. Price, one s.h.i.+lling.'
'But how you do work, Mr. Crewe! It's marvellous. And yet you look so well,--you have really a seaside colour!'
'I never ailed much since I can remember. The harder I work, the better I feel.'
'I, too, have always been rather proud of my const.i.tution.' Her eyes dropped. 'But then I have led a life of idleness. Couldn't you make me useful in some way? Set me to work! I am convinced I should be so much happier. Let me help you, Mr. Crewe. I write a pretty fair hand, don't I?'
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