Demos Part 25
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The shake of the hands was a tribute to old times, the 'sir' was a recognition of changed circ.u.mstances. Mr. Nicholas Dabbs, the brother of Daniel, was not a man to lose anything by failure to acknowledge social distinctions. A short time ago Daniel had expostulated with his brother on the use of 'sir' to Mutimer, eliciting the profound reply, 'D'you think he'd have 'ad that gla.s.s of whisky if I'd called him d.i.c.k?'
'Dan home yet?' Mutimer inquired.
'Not been in five minutes. Come round, sir, will you? I know he wants to see you.'
A portion of the counter was raised, and Richard pa.s.sed into a parlour behind the bar.
'I'll call him,' said the landlord.
Daniel appeared immediately.
'I want a bit of private talk,' he said to his brother. 'We'll have this door shut, if you don't mind.'
'You may as well bring us a drop of something first, Nick,' put in Richard. 'Give the order, Dan.'
'Wouldn't have 'ad it but for the "sir,"' chuckled Nicholas to himself.
'Never used to when he come here, unless I stood it.'
Daniel drew a chair to the table and stirred his tumbler thoughtfully, his nose over the steam.
'We're going to have trouble with 'Arry,' said Richard, who had seated himself on a sofa in a dispirited way. 'Of course someone's been telling him, and now the young fool says he's going to throw up work. I suppose I shall have to take him down yonder with me.'
'Better do so,' a.s.sented Daniel, without much attention to the matter.
'What is it you want to talk about, Dan?'
Mr. Dabbs had a few minutes ago performed the customary evening cleansing of his hands and face, but it had seemed unnecessary to brush his hair, which consequently stood upright upon his forehead, a wiry rampart, just as it had been thrust by the vigorously-applied towel.
This, combined with an unwonted lugubriousness of visage, made Daniel's aspect somewhat comical. He kept stirring very deliberately with his sugar-crusher.
'Why, it's this, d.i.c.k,' he began at length. 'And understand, to begin with, that I've got no complaint to make of n.o.body; it's only _things_ as are awk'ard. It's this way, my boy. When you fust of all come and told me about what I may call the great transformation scene, you said, "Now it ain't a-goin' to make no difference, Dan," you said. Now wait till I've finished; I ain't complainin' of n.o.body. Well, and I tried to 'ope as it wouldn't make no difference, though I 'ad my doubts. "Come an' see us all just as usu'l," you said. Well, I tried to do so, and three or four weeks I come reg'lar, lookin' in of a Sunday night. But somehow it wouldn't work; something 'ad got out of gear. So I stopped it off. Then comes 'Arry a-askin' why I made myself scarce, sayin' as th'
old lady and the Princess missed me. So I looked in again; but it was wuss than before, I saw I'd done better to stay away. So I've done ever since. Y' understand me, d.i.c.k?'
Richard was not entirely at his ease in listening. He tried to smile, but failed to smile naturally.
'I don't see what you found wrong,' he returned, abruptly.
'Why, I'm a-tellin' you, my boy, I didn't find nothing wrong except in myself, as you may say. What's the good o' beatin' about the bush? It's just this 'ere, d.i.c.k, my lad. When I come to the Square, you know very well who it was as I come to see. Well, it stands to reason as I can't go to the new 'ouse with the same thoughts as I did to the old. Mind, I can't say as she'd ever a' listened to me; it's more than likely she wouldn't But now that's all over, and the sooner I forget all about it the better for me. And th' only way to forget is to keep myself to myself,--see, d.i.c.k?'
The listener drummed with his fingers on the table, still endeavouring to smile.
'I've thought about all this, Dan,' he said at length, with an air of extreme frankness. 'In fact, I meant to have a talk with you. Of course I can't speak for my sister, and I don't know that I can even speak to her about it, but one thing I can say, and that is that she'll never be encouraged by me to think herself better than her old friends.' He gave a laugh. 'Why, that 'ud be a good joke for a man in my position! What am I working for, if not to do away with distinctions between capital and labour? You'll never have my advice to keep away, Do you suppose I shall cry off with Emma Vine just because I've and that you know. Why, who am I going to marry myself? got more money than I used to have?'
Daniel's eye was upon him as he said these words, an eye at once reflective and scrutinising. Richard felt it, and laughed yet more scornfully.
'I think we know you better than that,' responded Dabbs. 'But it ain't quite the same thing, you see. There's many a man high up has married a poor girl. I don't know how it is; perhaps because women is softer than men, and takes the polish easier. And then we know very well how it looks when a man as has no money goes after a girl as has a lot. No, no; it won't do, d.i.c.k.'
It was said with the voice of a man who emphasises a negative in the hope of eliciting a stronger argument on the other side. But Richard allowed the negative finality in fact, if not in appearance.
'Well, it's for your own deciding, Dan. All I have to say is that you don't stay away with my approval. Understand that.'
He left Daniel idly stirring the dregs of his liquor, and went off to pay another visit. This was to the familiar house in Wilton Square.
There was a notice in the window that dress-making and millinery were carried on within.
Mrs. Clay (Emma's sister Kate) opened to him. She was better dressed than in former days, but still untidy. Emma was out making purchases, but could not be many minutes. In the kitchen the third sister, Jane, was busy with her needle; at Richard's entrance she rose from her chair with evident feebleness: her illness of the spring had lasted long, and its effects were grave. The poor girl--she closely resembled Emma in gentleness of face, but the lines of her countenance were weaker--now suffered from p.r.o.nounced heart disease, and the complicated maladies which rheumatic fever so frequently leaves behind it in women. She brightened at sight of the visitor, and her eyes continued to rest on his face with quiet satisfaction.
One of Kate's children was playing on the floor. The mother caught it up irritably, and began lamenting the necessity of was.h.i.+ng its dirty little hands and face before packing it off to bed. In a minute or two she went up stairs to discharge these duties. Between her and Richard there was never much exchange of words.
'How are you feeling, Jane?' Mutimer inquired, taking a seat opposite her.
'Better--oh, very much better! The cough hasn't been not near so troublesome these last nights.'
'Mind you don't do too much work. You ought to have put your sewing aside by now.'
'Oh, this is only a bit of my own. I'm sorry to say there isn't very much of the other kind to do yet.'
'Comes in slowly, does it?' Richard asked, without appearance of much interest.
'It'll be better soon, I dare say. People want time, you see, to get to know of us.'
Richard's eyes wandered.
'Have you finished the port wine yet?' he asked, as if to fill a gap.
'What an idea! Why, there's four whole bottles left, and one as I've only had three gla.s.ses out of.'
'Emma was dreadfully disappointed when you didn't come as usual,' she said presently.
Richard nodded.
'Have you got into your house?' she asked timidly.
'It isn't quite ready yet; but I've been seeing about the furnis.h.i.+ng.'
Jane dreamed upon the word. It was her habit to escape from the suffering weakness of her own life to joy in the lot which awaited her sister.
'And Emma will have a room all to herself?'
Jane had read of ladies' boudoirs; it was her triumph to have won a promise from Richard that Emma should have such a chamber.
'How is it going to be furnished? Do tell me.'
Richard's imagination was not active in the spheres of upholstery.
'Well, I can't yet say,' he replied, as if with an effort to rouse himself. 'How would you like it to be?'
Jane had ever before her mind a vague vision of bright-hued drapery, of glistening tables and chairs, of n.o.bly patterned carpet, setting which her heart deemed fit for that priceless jewel, her dear sister. But to describe it all in words was a task beyond her. And the return of Emma herself saved her from the necessity of trying.
Hearing her enter the house, Richard went up to meet Emma, and they sat together in the sitting-room. This room was just as it had been in Mrs.
Demos Part 25
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