A Bed of Roses Part 27
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Victoria lifted up her nights.h.i.+rt. Her calves were again perfectly white and smooth; the thin network of veins had sunk in again and showed blue under the skin. Alone one vein on the left leg seemed dark and angry.
Victoria felt so well, however, that she agreed to meet Farwell at a quarter-past nine. This was their second expedition, and the idea of it was a stimulant. He went with her up to Finsbury Pavement and stopped at a small Italian restaurant.
'Come in here and have some coffee,' he said, 'they have waiters here; that'll be a change.'
Victoria followed him in. They sat at a marble topped table, flooded with light by incandescent gas. In the glare the waiters seemed blacker, smaller and more stunted than by the light of day. Their faces were pallid, with a touch of green: their hair and moustaches were almost blue black. Their energy was that of automata. Victoria looked at them, melting with pity.
'There's a life for you,' said Farwell interpreting her look. 'Sixteen hours' work a day in an atmosphere of stale food. For meals, plate scourings. For sleep and time to get to it, eight hours. For living, the rest of the day.'
'It's awful, awful,' said Victoria. 'They might as well be dead.'
'They will be soon,' said Farwell, 'but what does that matter? There are plenty of waiters. In the shadow of the olive groves to-night in far off Calabria, at the base of the vine-clad hills, couples are walking hand in hand, with pa.s.sion flas.h.i.+ng in their eyes. Brown peasant boys are clasping to their breast young girls with dark hair, white teeth, red lips, hearts that beat and quiver with ecstasy. They tell a tale of love and hope. So we shall not be short of waiters.'
'Why do you sneer at everything, Mr Farwell?' said Victoria. 'Can't you see anything in life to make it worth while?'
'No, I cannot say I do. The pursuit of a living debars me from the enjoyments that make living worth while. But never mind me: I am over without having bloomed. I brought you here to talk of you, not of me.'
'Of me, Mr Farwell?' asked Victoria. 'What do you want to know?'
Farwell leant over the table, toyed with the sugar and helped himself to a piece. Then without looking at her:
'What's the matter with you, Victoria?' he asked.
'Matter with me? What do you mean?' said Victoria, too disturbed to notice the use of her Christian name.
The man scrutinised her carefully. 'You're ill,' he said. 'Don't protest. You're thin; there are purple pockets under your eyes; your underlip is twisted with pain, and you limp.'
Victoria felt a spasm of anger. There was still in her the ghost of vanity. But she looked at Farwell before answering; there was gentleness in his eyes.
'Well,' she said slowly, 'if you must know, perhaps there is something wrong. Pains.'
'Where?' he asked.
'In the legs,' she said after a pause.
'Ah, swellings?'
Victoria bridled a little. This man was laying bare something, tearing at a secret.
'Are you a doctor, Mr Farwell?' she asked coldly.
'That's all right,' he said roughly, 'it doesn't need much learning to know what's the matter with a girl who stands for eleven hours a day.
Are the veins of your legs swollen?'
'Yes,' said Victoria with an effort. She was frightened; she forgot to resent this wrenching at the privacy of her body.
'Ah; when do they hurt?'
'At night. They're all right in the morning.'
'You've got varicose veins, Victoria. You must give up your job.'
'I can't,' whispered the girl hoa.r.s.ely. 'I've got nothing else.'
'Exactly. Either you go on and are a cripple for life or you stop and starve. Yours is a disease of occupation, purely a natural consequence of your work. Perfectly normal, perfectly. It is undesirable to encourage laziness; there are girls starving to-day for lack of work, but it would never do to reduce your hours to eight. It would interfere with the P. R. R. dividends.'
Victoria looked at him without feeling.
'What am I to do?' she asked at length.
'Go to a hospital,' said Farwell. 'These inst.i.tutions are run by the wealthy who pay two guineas a year ransom for a thousand pounds of profits and get in the bargain a fine sense of civic duty done. No doubt the directors of the P.R.R. contribute most generously.'
'I can't give up my job,' said Victoria dully.
'Perhaps they'll give you a stocking,' said Farwell, 'or sell it you, letting you pay in instalments so that you be not pauperised. This is called training in responsibility, also self-help.'
Victoria got up. She could bear it no longer. Farwell saw her home and made her promise to apply for leave to see the doctor. As the door closed behind her he stood still for some minutes on the doorstep, filling his pipe.
'Well, well,' he said at length, 'the Government might think of that lethal chamber--but no, that would never do, it would deplete the labour market and hamper the commercial development of the Empire.'
He walked away, a crackling little laugh floating behind him. The faint light of a lamp fell on his bowed head and shoulders, making him look like a t.i.tan born a dwarf.
Two days later Victoria went to the Carew. She had never before set foot in a hospital. Such intercourse as she had had with doctors was figured by discreet interviews in dark studies filled with unspeakably ugly and rea.s.suringly solid furniture. Those doctors had patted her hand, said she needed a little change or may be a tonic. At the Carew, fed as it is by the misery of two square miles of North East London, the revelation of pain was dazzling, apocalyptic. The sight of the benches crowded with women and children--some pale as corpses, others flushed with fever, some with faces bandaged or disfigured by sores--almost made her sick. They were packed in serried rows; the children almost all cried persistently, except here and there a baby, who looked with frightful fixity at the glazed roof. From all this chattering crowd of the condemned rose a stench of iodoform, perspiration, unwashed bodies, the acrid smell of poverty.
The little red-haired Scotch doctor dismissed Victoria's case in less than one minute.
'Varicose veins. Always wear a stocking. Here's your form. Settle terms at the truss office. Don't stand on your feet. Oh, what's your occupation?'
'Waitress at the P.R.R., Sir.'
'Ah, hum. You must give it up.'
'I can't, Sir.'
'It's your risk. Come again in a month.'
Victoria pulled up her stockings. Walking in a dream she went to the truss office where a man measured her calves. She felt numb and indifferent as to the exposure of her body. The man looked enquiringly at the left calf.
'V.H. for the left,' he called over his shoulder to the clerk.
At twelve o'clock she was in the P.R.R., revived by the familiar atmosphere. She even rallied one of the old chess players on a stroke of ill-luck. Towards four o'clock her ankles began to twitch.
CHAPTER XXIV
THROUGH all these anxious times, Betty watched over Victoria with the devotion that is born of love. There was in the girl a reserve of maternal sweetness equalled only by the courage she showed every day.
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