Part 12 (2/2)

”But what will he _do_? He can't live on his sweet nature.”

”Oh, he's got enough to live on, though not enough to--to do what he wants on. But he'll get a job all right. You needn't bother your dear little head about Ralph.”

f.a.n.n.y said to herself: ”I'll tell him, then he'll adore her more than ever. If only he adores her _enough_ he'll buck up and get something to do.”

VI

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Mr. Waddington did not approve of Mrs. Levitt's intimacy with her sister, Bertha Rickards.

He would have approved of it still less if he had heard the conversation which Mrs. Trinder heard and reported to Miss Gregg, the governess at the rectory, who told the Rector's wife, who told the Rector, who told Colonel Grainger, who told Ralph Sevan, who kept it to himself.

”What did you say to the old boy, Elise?”

”Don't ask me what I _said_!”

”Well--have you got the cottage?”

”Of course I've got it, silly cuckoo. I can get anything out of him I like. He wasn't going to turn those Ballingers out, but I made him.”

”Did he say when Mrs. Waddington was going to call?”

Bertha couldn't resist the temptation of pinching where she knew the flesh was tender.

”I didn't ask him.”

”She can't very well be off it, now he's your landlord.”

That was what Mrs. Levitt thought. And if Mrs. Waddington called, Lady Corbett couldn't very well be off it either. They were the only ones in Wyck who had not called; but it would be futile to pretend that they didn't matter, that they were not the ones who mattered more than anybody.

The net she had drawn round Mr. Waddington was tightening, though he was as yet unaware of his entanglement. First of all, the Lower Wyck cottage was put into thorough repair; and if the plaster was not quite dry when the Ballingers moved into it, that was not Mr. Waddington's concern. He had provided them with a house, which was all that the law could reasonably require him to do. Clearly it was. .h.i.tchin, the builder, who should be held responsible for the plaster, not he. As for the rheumatism Mrs. Ballinger got, supposing it could be put down to the damp plaster and not to some inherent defect in Mrs. Ballinger's const.i.tution, clearly that was not Mr. Waddington's concern either. If anybody was responsible for Mrs. Ballinger's rheumatism, it was. .h.i.tchin.

Mr. Waddington did not approve of Hitchin. Hitchin was a Socialist who followed Colonel Grainger's lead in overpaying his workmen, with disastrous consequences to other people; for over and above the general upsetting caused by this gratuitous interference with the prevailing economic system, Mr. Hitchin was in the habit of recouping himself by monstrous overcharges. And Mr. Hitchin was not only the best builder in the neighbourhood, but the only builder and stonemason in Wyck-on-the-Hill, so that he had you practically at his mercy.

And operations at the Sheep Street cottage were suspended while Mr.

Waddington disputed Mr. Hitchin's estimate bit by bit, from the total cost of building the new rooms down to the last pot of enamel paint and his charge per foot for lead piping. June was slipping away while they contended, and there seemed little chance of Mrs. Levitt's getting into her house before Michaelmas, if then.

So that on the morning of the nineteenth, two days before the meeting, Mr. Waddington found another letter waiting for him on the breakfast-table.

f.a.n.n.y was looking at him, and he sought protection in an affectation of annoyance.

”Now what can Mrs. Levitt find to write to me about?”

”I wouldn't set any limits to her invention,” f.a.n.n.y said.

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