Delia Blanchflower Part 55
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"That doesn't matter. There's a stretcher bed. Come in." Gertrude Marvell entered, and her mother closed the door.
"Well, mother--how are you?"
The daughter offered her cheek, which the elder woman kissed. Then Mrs.
Marvell said bitterly--
"Well, I don't suppose, Gertrude, it much matters to you how I am."
Gertrude took off her wet waterproof, and hat, and sitting down by the fire, looked round her mother's bed-sitting-room. There was a tray on the table with the remains of a meal. There were also a large number of women's hats, some trimmed, some untrimmed, some in process of tr.i.m.m.i.n.g, lying about the room, on the different articles of furniture.
There was a tiny dog in a basket, which barked shrilly and feebly as Gertrude approached the fire, and there were various cheap ill.u.s.trated papers and a couple of sixpenny novels to be seen emerging from the litter here and there. For the rest, the furniture was of a squalid lodging-house type. On the chimney-piece however was a bunch of daffodils, the only fresh and pleasing object in the room.
To Gertrude it was as though she had seen it all before. Behind the room, there stretched a succession of its ghostly fellows--the rooms of her childhood. In those rooms she could remember her mother as a young and comely woman, but always with the same slovenly dress, and the same untidy--though then abundant and beautiful--hair. And as she half shut her eyes she seemed also to see her younger sister coming in and out--malicious, secretive--with her small turn-up nose, pouting lips, and under-hung chin.
She made no reply to her mother's complaining remark. But while she held her cold hands to the blaze that Mrs. Marvell stirred up, her eyes took careful note of her mother's aspect. "Much as usual," was her inward comment. "Whatever happens, she'll outlive me."
"You've been going on with the millinery?" She pointed to the hats. "I hope you've been making it pay."
"It provides me with a few s.h.i.+llings now and then," said Mrs. Marvell, sitting heavily down on the other side of the fire--"which Winnie generally gets out of me!" she said sharply. "I am a miserable pauper now, as I always have been."
Gertrude's look was unmoved. Her mother had, she knew, all that her father had left behind him--no great sum, but enough for a solitary woman to live on.
"Well, anyway, you must be glad of it as an occupation. I wish I could help you. But I haven't really a farthing of my own, beyond the interest on my 1000. I handle a great deal of money, but it all goes to the League, and I never let them pay me more than my bare expenses.
Now then, tell me all about everybody!" And she lay back in the dilapidated basket-chair that had been offered her, and prepared herself to listen.
The family chronicle was done. It was as depressing as usual, and Gertrude made but little comment upon it. When it was finished, Mrs.
Marvell rose, and put the kettle on the fire, and got out a couple of fresh cups and saucers from a cupboard. As she did so, she looked round at her visitor.
"And you're as deep in that militant business as ever."
Gertrude made a negligent sign of a.s.sent.
"Well, you'll never get any good of it." The mother's pale cheek flushed. It excited her to have this chance of speaking her mind to her clever and notorious daughter, whom in many ways she secretly envied, while heartily disapproving her acts and opinions.
Gertrude shrugged her shoulders.
"What's the good of arguing?"
"Well, it's true"--said the mother, persisting. "Every new thing you do, turns more people against you. Winnie's a Suffragist--but she says you've spoilt all their game!"
Gertrude's eyes shone; she despised her mother's opinion, and her sister's still more, and yet once again in their neighbourhood, once again in the old environment, she could not help treating them in the old defiant brow-beating way.
"And you think, I suppose, that Winnie knows a good deal about it?"
"Well, she knows what everybody's saying--in the trams--and the trains everywhere. Hundreds of them that used to be for you have turned over."
"Let them!"
The contemptuous tone irritated Mrs. Marvell. But at the same time she could not help admiring her eldest daughter, as she sat there in the fire-light, her quiet well-cut dress, her delicate hands and feet. It was true indeed, she was a scarce-crow for thinness, and looked years older--"somehow gone to pieces"--thought the mother, vaguely, and with a queer, sudden pang.
"And you're going on with it?"
"What? Militancy? Of course we are--more than ever!"
"Why, the men laugh at you, Gertrude!"
"They won't laugh--by the time we've done," said Gertrude, with apparent indifference. Her mother had not sufficient subtlety of perception to see that the indifference was now a.s.sumed, to hide the quiver of nerves, irreparably injured by excitement and overstrain.
"Well, all I know is, it's against nature to suppose that women can fight men." Mrs. Marvell's remarks were rather like the emergence of scattered spars from a choppy sea.
"We shall fight them," said Gertrude, sourly--"And what's more, we shall beat them."
"All the same we've got to live with them!" cried her mother, suddenly flus.h.i.+ng, as old memories swept across her.
"Yes,--on our terms--not theirs!"
"I do believe, Gertrude, you hate the very sight of a man!" Gertrude smiled again; then suddenly s.h.i.+vered, as though the cold wind outside had swept through the room.
"And so would you--if you knew what I do!"
"Well I do know a good bit!" protested Mrs. Marvell. "And I'm a married woman,--worse luck! and you're not. But you'll never see it any other way than your own, Gertie. You got a kink in you when you were quite a girl. Last week I was talking about you to a woman I know--and I said--'It's the girls ruined by the bad men that make Gertrude so mad'--and she said--'She don't ever think of the boys that are ruined by the bad women!--Has she ever had a son--not she!' And she just cried and cried. I suppose she was thinking of something."
Gertrude rose.
"Look here, mother. Can I go to bed? I'm awfully tired."
"Wait a bit. I'll make the bed."
Gertrude sat down by the fire again. Her exhaustion was evident, and she made no attempt to help her mother. Mrs. Marvell let down the chair-bed, drew it near the fire, and found some bed-clothes. Then she produced night-things of her own, and helped Gertrude undress. When her daughter was in bed, she made some tea, and dry toast, and Gertrude let them be forced on her. When she had finished, the mother suddenly stooped and kissed her.
"Where are you going to now, Gertrude? Are you staying on with that lady in Hamptons.h.i.+re?"
"Can't tell you my plans just yet," said Gertrude sleepily--"but you'll know next week."
The lights were put out. Both women tried to sleep, and Gertrude was soon heavily asleep.
But as soon as it was light, Mrs. Marvell heard her moving, the splash of water, and the lighting of the fire. Presently Gertrude came to her side fully dressed--
"There, mother, I've made _you_ a cup of tea! And now in a few minutes I shall be off."
Mrs. Marvell sat up and drank the tea.
"I didn't think you'd go in such a hurry," she said, fretfully.
"I must. My day's so full. Well, now look here, Mother, I want you to know if anything were to happen to me, my thousand pounds would come to you first, and then to Winnie and her children. And it's my wish, that neither my brother nor Henry shall touch a farthing of it. I've made a will, and that's the address of my solicitors, who're keeping it." She handed her mother an envelope.
Mrs. Marvell put down her tea, and put her handkerchief to her eyes.
"I believe you're up to something dreadful, Gertrude,--which you won't tell me."
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