Part 23 (1/2)
She felt cold, and s.h.i.+vered several times as she walked home to the noisy hotel.
XIII
They had been married nearly three months, and each month seemed longer to her than any year of her previous existence.
Many changes were visible at the shop. Indeed, from the back wall of the carters' yard to the sign-board over the front doors, nothing was quite as it used to be. The big white board, which told the world that the business ”Established 1813” now belonged to Thompson & Marsden, was a makes.h.i.+ft affair; but the new partner had ordered a gigantic and artistic fascia, and this, he said, would be a real ornament to High Street.
He promised soon to inaugurate new departments, to introduce improvements in the old ones, to revolutionize old-fas.h.i.+oned time-wasting methods of book-keeping and all other office work; but so far he had only achieved something very like chaos.
”Don't fuss,” he used to say. ”I'll soon get to work; but I can't attend to it for the moment.”
Thus the little realm behind the gla.s.s had been turned upside down and not yet replaced upon its feet again. The rooms were blocked with the opened and unopened packing-cases that contained the materials for Mr.
Marsden's clever arrangement--innumerable desks and cabinets, immense index cupboards, racks and sideless stands, by the use of which weapons such antiquated devices as letter-presses, copying-machines, and pigeon-holes would be abolished. Every shred of paper would be filed flat; thousands of letters would lie in the s.p.a.ce hitherto occupied by half a dozen; each correspondent would be allotted a file to himself, letter and answer together; and this novel system would deprive clerks of the power of making mistakes; order would reign; confusion would be impossible. But at present, with the two systems inextricably mixed, the new system half started and the old system half discarded, confusion was not only possible but unavoidable.
”Let them rub along as they can pro tem. I'll straighten it out for them directly I settle down to it.”
Just now he could throw himself into the business only by fits and starts, but he a.s.sured everybody that it should soon secure his undivided care.
”_I'll_ wake 'em up;” and he tapped his forehead and laughed. ”There's a reservoir of enterprise here--the ideas simply bubbling over.” Then he would bring out his jewelled cigarette-case, light a cigarette, and swagger off to keep some pleasant appointment.
He was candidly enjoying the softer side of his new position, and postponing its arduous duties. He both looked and felt very jolly.
Except when anyone accidentally made him angry, he was always ready to laugh and joke.
He had a small run-about car, and was rapidly learning to drive it while a much bigger car was being built for him. He was renewing old acquaintances and picking up fresh friends. He showed a fine catholic taste for amus.e.m.e.nt, and handsomely supported the theatre, the music-hall, the race-course. In the good company with which he was now able to surround himself he dashed to and fro all over England, to see the winter sport between the flags. He dressed grandly, drank bravely, spent freely--in a word, he was hastily completing his education as a gentleman.
”Must have my fling, old girl”--He was nearly always jolly about it to his wife. ”But don't you fear that I'm turning into an idler. Not much.
This is my holiday. And no one can say I haven't _earned_ a holiday.
Ever since I was fourteen I've been putting my back into it like a good 'un.”
He was especially genial when luck had been kind to him and he had won a few bets. Returning after a couple of fortunate days at Manchester or Wolverhampton, he jingled the sovereigns in his pockets and chattered gleefully.
”Rare fun up there--and little d.i.c.k came out on top. Cheer up, Jane.
Give a chap a welcome. This doesn't cost one half what you might guess.... Besides, anyhow, I've got to do it--for a bit--not forever....
I'm young--don't forget that. Only one life to live--in this vale of tears.”
He pleaded his youth, as if it must always prove a sufficient excuse for anything; but she never invited either excuses or apologies.
”Well, old girl, I'm leaving you to your own resources again--but, you understand, don't you? Boys will be boys;” and he laughed. ”This isn't naughtiness--only what is called the levity of youth. Ta-ta--take care of yourself.”
He liked to avail himself of a spare day between two race-meetings, and run up to London, make a swift tour of the wholesale houses, and do a little of that easiest and proudest sort of business which is known as ”buying for a sound firm.” His vanity was flattered by the outward show of respect with which these big London people received him. Managers fawned upon him; even princ.i.p.als begged him to join them at their luncheon table; and he described to his wife something of his satisfaction when he found himself seated with the bosses, at places that he used to enter a few years ago as a poor little devil trotting about the city to match a ribbon or a tape string.
He came home one night, when the rain was beating on the window-panes and sending a river down St. Saviour's Court to swell the sea of mud in High Street, and told her he had heard big news while lunching with his silk merchants.
She was waiting for him by the dining-room fire, and when he first came in he displayed anger because the cabman had wanted more than his fare.