Part 26 (1/2)
At tea in the dismantled sitting-room, though he was going out to supper, he ate quite as much tea as usual, from sheer poltroonery. He said as casually as he could--
”By the way, Charlie Orgreave called this afternoon.”
”Did he?” said Maggie.
”He's off back to London to-morrow. He would have me slip up there to-night to see him.”
”And shall you?”
”I think so,” said Edwin, with an appearance of indecision. ”I may as well.”
It was the first time that there had ever been question of him visiting a private house, except his aunt's, at night. To him the moment marked an epoch, the inception of freedom; but the phlegmatic Maggie showed no sign of excitement--(”Clara would have gone into a fit!” he reflected)-- and his father only asked a casual question about Charlie.
VOLUME TWO, CHAPTER SEVEN.
LANE END HOUSE.
Here was another of those impressive square halls, on the other side of the suddenly opened door of Lane End House. But Edwin was now getting accustomed to square halls. Nevertheless he quaked as he stood on the threshold. An absurd young man! He wondered whether he would ever experience the sensation of feeling authentically grown-up. Behind him in the summer twilight lay the large oval lawn, and the gates which once had doubtless marked the end of Manor Lane--now Oak Street. And actually he had an impulse to rush back upon his steps, and bring on himself eternal shame. The servant, however, primly held him with her eyes alone, and he submitted to her sway.
”Mr Charles in?” he inquired glumly, affecting nonchalance.
The servant bowed her head with a certain condescending deference, as who should say: ”Do not let us pretend that they are not expecting you.”
A door to the right opened. Janet was revealed, and, behind her, Charlie. Both were laughing. There was a sound of a piano. As soon as Charlie caught sight of Edwin he exclaimed to Janet--
”Where's my bob?”
”Charlie!” she protested, checking her laughter.
”Why! What have I said?” Charlie inquired, with mock innocence, perceiving that he had been indiscreet, and trying to remedy his rash mistake. ”Surely I can say 'bob'!”
Edwin understood nothing of this brief pa.s.sage. Janet, ignoring Charlie and dismissing the servant with an imperceptible sign, advanced to the visitor. She was dressed in white, and Edwin considered her to be extraordinarily graceful, dignified, sweet, and welcoming. There was a peculiar charm in the way in which her skirts half-reluctantly followed her along the carpet, causing beautiful curves of drapery from the waist. And her smile was so warm and so sincere! For the moment she really felt that Edwin's presence in the house satisfied the keenest of her desires, and of course her face generously expressed what she felt.
”Well, Miss Orgreave,” Edwin grinned. ”Here I am, you see!”
”And we're delighted,” said Janet simply, taking his hand. She might have amiably teased him about the protracted difficulties of getting him. She might have hinted an agreeable petulance against the fact that the brother had succeeded where the sister had failed. Her sisterly manner to Charlie a little earlier had perhaps shown flashes of such thoughts in her mind. But no. In the presence of Edwin, Janet's extreme good-nature forgot everything save that he was there, a stranger to be received and cherished.
”Here! Give us that tile,” said Charlie.
”Beautiful evening,” Edwin observed.
”Oh! Isn't it!” breathed Janet, in ecstasy, and gazed from the front door into the western sky. ”We were out on the lawn, but mother said it was damp. It wasn't,” she laughed. ”But if you think it's damp, it is damp, isn't it? Will you come and see mother? Charlie, you can leave the front door open.”
Edwin said to himself that she had all the attractiveness of a girl and of a woman. She preceded him towards the door to the right. Charlie hovered behind, on springs. Edwin, nervously pulling out his handkerchief and putting it back, had a confused vision of the hall full of little pictures, plates, stools, rugs, and old sword-sheaths. There seemed to him to be far more knick-knacks in that hall than in the whole of his father's house; Mr Orgreave's ingeniously contrived bookshelves were simply overlaid and smothered in knick-knacks. Janet pushed at the door, and the sound of the piano suddenly increased in volume.
TWO.
There was no cessation of the music as the three entered. As it were beneath the music, Mrs Orgreave, a stout and faded calm lady, greeted him kindly: ”Mr Edwin!” She was shorter than Janet, but Edwin could see Janet in her movements and in her full lips. ”Well, Edwin!” said Osmond Orgreave with lazy and distinguished good-nature, shaking hands.
Jimmie and Johnnie, now aged nineteen and eighteen respectively, were in the room; Johnnie was reading; their blus.h.i.+ng awkwardness in salutation and comic efforts to be curtly benevolent in the manner of clubmen somewhat eased the tension in Edwin. They addressed him as 'Clayhanger.' The eldest and the youngest child of the family sat at the piano in the act of performing a duet. Tom, pale, slight, near-sighted and wearing spectacles, had reached the age of thirty-two, and was junior partner in a firm of solicitors at Hanbridge; Bursley seldom saw him. Alicia had the delightful gawkiness of twelve years.
One only of the seven children was missing. Marian, aged thirty, and married in London, with two little babies; Marian was adored by all her brothers and sisters, and most by Janet, who, during visits of the married sister, fell back with wors.h.i.+pping joy into her original situation of second daughter.