"Why not?"
"Why not, man! Nothing could ever stop you from getting patients--with that smile! You"ll simply walk straight into anything you want."
"You think so?" Charlie affected an ironic incredulity, but he was pleased. He had met the same theory in London.
"Well, you didn"t suppose degrees and things had anything to do with it, did you?" said Edwin, smiling a little superiorly. He felt, with pleasure, that he was still older than the Sunday; and it pleased him also to be able thus to utilise ideas which he had formed from observation but which by diffidence and lack of opportunity he had never expressed. "All a patient wants is to be smiled at in the right way,"
he continued, growing bolder. "Just look at "em!"
"Look at who?"
"The doctors here." He dropped his voice further. "Do you know why the dad"s gone to Heve?"
"Gone to Heve, has he? Left old Who-is-it?"
"Yes. I don"t say Heve isn"t clever, but it"s his look that does the trick for him."
"You seem to go about noticing things. Any charge?"
Edwin blushed and laughed. Their nervousness was dissipated. Each was rea.s.sured of the old basis of "decency" in the other.
THREE.
"Look here," said Charlie. "I can"t stop now."
"Hold on a bit."
"I only called to tell you that you"ve simply got to come up to-night."
"Come up where?"
"To our place. You"ve simply got to."
The secret fact was that Edwin had once more been under discussion in the house of the Orgreaves. And Osmond Orgreave had lent Janet a shilling so that she might bet Charlie a shilling that he would not succeed in bringing Edwin to the house. The understanding was that if Janet won, her father was to take sixpence of the gain. Janet herself had failed to lure Edwin into the house. He was so easy to approach and so difficult to catch. Janet was slightly piqued.
As for Edwin, he was postponing the execution of all his good resolutions until he should be installed in the new house. He could not achieve highly difficult tasks under conditions of expectancy and derangement. The whole Clayhanger premises were in a suppressed state of being packed up. In a week the removal would occur. Until the removal was over and the new order was established Edwin felt that he could still conscientiously allow his timidity to govern him, and so he had remained in his sh.e.l.l. The sole herald of the new order was the new suit.
"Oh! I can"t come--not to-night."
"Why not?"
"We"re so busy."
"Bosh to that!"
"Some other night."
"No. I"m going back to-morrow. Must. Now look here, old man, come on.
I shall be very disappointed if you don"t."
Edwin wondered why he could not accept and be done with it, instead of persisting in a sequence of insincere and even lying hesitations. But he could not.
"That"s all right," said Charlie, as if clinching the affair. Then he lowered his voice to a scarce audible confidential whisper. "Fine girl staying up there just now!" His eyes sparkled.
"Oh! At your place?" Edwin adopted the same cautious tone. Stifford, outside, strained his ears--in vain. The magic word "girl" had in an instant thrown the shop into agitation. The shop was no longer provincial; it became a part of the universal.
"Yes. Haven"t you seen her about?"
"No. Who is she?"
"Oh! Friend of Janet"s. Hilda Lessways, her name is. I don"t know much of her myself."
"Bit of all right, is she?" Edwin tried in a whisper to be a man of vast experience and settled views. He tried to whisper as though he whispered about women every day of his life. He thought that these Londoners were terrific on the subject of women, and he did his best to reach their level. He succeeded so well that Charlie, who, as a man, knew more of London than of the provinces, thought that after all London was nothing in comparison to the seeming-quiet provinces. Charlie leaned back in his chair, drew down the corners of his mouth, nodded his head knowingly, and then quite spoiled the desired effect of doggishness by his delightfully candid smile. Neither of them had the least intention of disrespect towards the fine girl who was on their lips.
FOUR.
Edwin said to himself: "Is it possible that he has come down specially to see this Hilda?" He thought enviously of Charlie as a free bird of the air.
"What"s she like?" Edwin inquired.
"You come up and see," Charlie retorted.
"Not to-night," said the fawn, in spite of Edwin.
"You come to-night, or I perish in the attempt," said Charlie, in his natural voice. This phrase from their school-days made them both laugh again. They were now apparently as intimate as ever they had been.
"All right," said Edwin. "I"ll come."
"Sure?"
"Yes."
"Come for a sort of supper at eight."
"Oh!" Edwin drew back. "Supper? I didn"t--Suppose I come after supper for a bit?"
"Suppose you don"t!" Charlie snorted, sticking his chin out. "I"m off now. Must."
They stood a moment together at the door of the shop, in the declining warmth of the summer afternoon, mutually satisfied.
"So-long!"
"So-long!"
The Sunday elegantly departed. Edwin had given his word, and he felt as he might have felt had surgeons just tied him to the operating-table.
Nevertheless he was not ill-pleased with his own demeanour in front of Charlie. And he liked Charlie as much as ever. He should rely on Charlie as a support during this adventure into the worldly regions peopled by fine girls. He pictured this Hilda as being more romantic and strange than Janet Orgreave; he pictured her as mysteriously superior. And he was afraid of his own image of her.