Mrs. Thompson

Chapter 42

"Where did you pick _her_ up?" asked Marsden, when the girl had gone.

"She"s healthy enough and plump enough--but she looks half-baked."

"She will do very well, if you give her time to learn."

"Oh, _I_"ll let her learn, if _you_ can teach her.... But what was I saying? Oh, yes--about the furniture!"

Then he walked round the room, pointing at different things, and continuing his questions.

"Did this come out of the shop?"

"Yes."

"And this?... And those chairs?... And the sofa?"

She did not understand why he asked. But he soon explained himself. He said that all this furniture was taken out of the shop, and it therefore belonged to the firm--or at any rate could not be considered as her private property.

"A partnership is a partnership," he added sententiously.

"But it was ages before the partnership. And all the things were paid for by me."

"No, not paid for," he said quickly. "Not paid for in _cash_--just a matter of writing down a debit somewhere and a credit somewhere else, and saying it was accounted for. But from the point of view of the shop, that"s a bogus transaction."

"How absurd!"

"No, _not_ absurd--common sense. The shop never got a penny profit, and it seems to me that--"

"Oh, I won"t dispute it with you. What is it that you want done?"

"I want the _right_ thing to be done," he replied slowly, as if deliberating on a knotty point. "And it isn"t easy to say off-hand what that is."

"Do you want me to send the things back into the department?"

"No.... No, the time has pa.s.sed for doing that. It would muddle the accounts. Come into the dining-room, and show me the shop things in there."

She obeyed him; and then he asked if there were any shop things upstairs.

"Yes, several."

"Well, you can show me those to-morrow morning.... I begin to see my way. Yes, I think I see now what"s fair and proper."

"Do you?"

He said emphatically that in justice and equity he possessed a half share of all goods taken out of his shop, no matter how long ago. And he insisted on having his share. He would obtain a valuation of the goods, and Mrs. Marsden could pay him cash for half the amount, and retain the goods. Or he would send the goods to London and sell them by auction; and they would each take half the proceeds.

Mrs. Marsden chose the second method of dealing with the problem.

"All right," said Marsden. "So be it. I dare say they"ll fetch a tidy sum--and it"s share and share alike, of course, for the two of us."

Two days after this the house was stripped of nearly all that had given it an air of opulent comfort and decorative luxury. Mrs. Marsden went to the department of the firm, and bought the cheapest bedroom things she could find to fill the blank s.p.a.ces and ugly gaps upstairs, and paid for everything with her private purse.

In a fortnight the furniture auctioneers wrote to inform Mr. Marsden that the goods under the hammer had brought the respectable sum of one hundred and thirty pounds. Account for commission, etc., with cheque to balance, should follow shortly. And before long he duly received the balancing cheque.

But the loss of the cabinets and sofas made the living rooms seem bare and forlorn. The house and the shop had become alike: in each one could now see the empty, cheerless aspect of impending ruin.

Enid, when next she brought her child to call on granny, uttered an exclamation of surprise and distress.

"Mother! What has happened? Where has everything gone?"

"To London--to be sold."

"Oh, mother. Has he obliged you to do this?"

"Yes."

The barrier of reserve so long maintained by Mrs. Marsden had worn very thin. It gave small shelter now; and the brave defender seemed to be growing careless of exposure. And Enid too was losing the power to protect herself from pity and commiseration. The misery caused by both husbands could not much longer be concealed. Yet Enid"s state was surely a happy one, when compared with the prevailing gloom in which her mother vainly laboured. Enid had a child to console her.

Weeks pa.s.sed; but Marsden said nothing of the "share and share alike"

settlement that was to clear up that little difficulty of the furniture.

At last his wife asked him if he had heard from the auctioneers.

"Oh, yes. Didn"t I tell you? The things went pretty well."

"What did they bring?"

"Oh, about a hundred quid."

"Then when may I have my share?"

"Oh, you shall have your share all right--but you can"t have it now."

"d.i.c.k, have you spent it--have you spent what belonged to me?"

"Who says I have spent it?" And he turned on her angrily. "If it isn"t convenient to me to square up at the moment, why can"t you wait? What does it matter to you when you get it? Why should you pretend to be in such a deuce of a hurry?"

This again was late at night. They were alone together in the dismantled drawing-room.

"d.i.c.k," she said quietly but resolutely, "I must have my share."

"Then you"ll jolly well wait for it.... Look here. Shut up. I"m not going to be nagged at. Be d.a.m.ned to your share. You don"t want it."

"Yes, I do want it--I have relied on it."

"Oh, _you_"re all right. You"ve plenty of money stowed away _somewhere_."

"On my honour, I have no money available."

"Available! That"s a good word. That means funds that you don"t intend to touch. Prices on change are down, are they?--and you don"t care to realise just now?"

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