"I wrote to you last Sunday to ask if anything was the matter with you, and as you didn"t answer I went to your rooms on Wednesday."
Philip turned his head away and did not answer. His heart began to beat violently. Athelny did not speak, and presently the silence seemed intolerable to Philip. He could not think of a single word to say.
"Your landlady told me you hadn"t been in since Sat.u.r.day night, and she said you owed her for the last month. Where have you been sleeping all this week?"
It made Philip sick to answer. He stared out of the window.
"Nowhere."
"I tried to find you."
"Why?" asked Philip.
"Betty and I have been just as broke in our day, only we had babies to look after. Why didn"t you come here?"
"I couldn"t."
Philip was afraid he was going to cry. He felt very weak. He shut his eyes and frowned, trying to control himself. He felt a sudden flash of anger with Athelny because he would not leave him alone; but he was broken; and presently, his eyes still closed, slowly in order to keep his voice steady, he told him the story of his adventures during the last few weeks.
As he spoke it seemed to him that he had behaved inanely, and it made it still harder to tell. He felt that Athelny would think him an utter fool.
"Now you"re coming to live with us till you find something to do," said Athelny, when he had finished.
Philip flushed, he knew not why.
"Oh, it"s awfully kind of you, but I don"t think I"ll do that."
"Why not?"
Philip did not answer. He had refused instinctively from fear that he would be a bother, and he had a natural bashfulness of accepting favours.
He knew besides that the Athelnys lived from hand to mouth, and with their large family had neither s.p.a.ce nor money to entertain a stranger.
"Of course you must come here," said Athelny. "Thorpe will tuck in with one of his brothers and you can sleep in his bed. You don"t suppose your food"s going to make any difference to us."
Philip was afraid to speak, and Athelny, going to the door, called his wife.
"Betty," he said, when she came in, "Mr. Carey"s coming to live with us."
"Oh, that is nice," she said. "I"ll go and get the bed ready."
She spoke in such a hearty, friendly tone, taking everything for granted, that Philip was deeply touched. He never expected people to be kind to him, and when they were it surprised and moved him. Now he could not prevent two large tears from rolling down his cheeks. The Athelnys discussed the arrangements and pretended not to notice to what a state his weakness had brought him. When Mrs. Athelny left them Philip leaned back in his chair, and looking out of the window laughed a little.
"It"s not a very nice night to be out, is it?"
CII
Athelny told Philip that he could easily get him something to do in the large firm of linendrapers in which himself worked. Several of the a.s.sistants had gone to the war, and Lynn and Sedley with patriotic zeal had promised to keep their places open for them. They put the work of the heroes on those who remained, and since they did not increase the wages of these were able at once to exhibit public spirit and effect an economy; but the war continued and trade was less depressed; the holidays were coming, when numbers of the staff went away for a fortnight at a time: they were bound to engage more a.s.sistants. Philip"s experience had made him doubtful whether even then they would engage him; but Athelny, representing himself as a person of consequence in the firm, insisted that the manager could refuse him nothing. Philip, with his training in Paris, would be very useful; it was only a matter of waiting a little and he was bound to get a well-paid job to design costumes and draw posters. Philip made a poster for the summer sale and Athelny took it away. Two days later he brought it back, saying that the manager admired it very much and regretted with all his heart that there was no vacancy just then in that department. Philip asked whether there was nothing else he could do.
"I"m afraid not."
"Are you quite sure?"
"Well, the fact is they"re advertising for a shop-walker tomorrow," said Athelny, looking at him doubtfully through his gla.s.ses.
"D"you think I stand any chance of getting it?"
Athelny was a little confused; he had led Philip to expect something much more splendid; on the other hand he was too poor to go on providing him indefinitely with board and lodging.
"You might take it while you wait for something better. You always stand a better chance if you"re engaged by the firm already."
"I"m not proud, you know," smiled Philip.
"If you decide on that you must be there at a quarter to nine tomorrow morning."
Notwithstanding the war there was evidently much difficulty in finding work, for when Philip went to the shop many men were waiting already. He recognised some whom he had seen in his own searching, and there was one whom he had noticed lying about the park in the afternoon. To Philip now that suggested that he was as homeless as himself and pa.s.sed the night out of doors. The men were of all sorts, old and young, tall and short; but every one had tried to make himself smart for the interview with the manager: they had carefully brushed hair and scrupulously clean hands.
They waited in a pa.s.sage which Philip learnt afterwards led up to the dining-hall and the work rooms; it was broken every few yards by five or six steps. Though there was electric light in the shop here was only gas, with wire cages over it for protection, and it flared noisily. Philip arrived punctually, but it was nearly ten o"clock when he was admitted into the office. It was three-cornered, like a cut of cheese lying on its side: on the walls were pictures of women in corsets, and two poster-proofs, one of a man in pyjamas, green and white in large stripes, and the other of a ship in full sail ploughing an azure sea: on the sail was printed in large letters "great white sale." The widest side of the office was the back of one of the shop-windows, which was being dressed at the time, and an a.s.sistant went to and fro during the interview. The manager was reading a letter. He was a florid man, with sandy hair and a large sandy moustache; from the middle of his watch-chain hung a bunch of football medals. He sat in his shirt sleeves at a large desk with a telephone by his side; before him were the day"s advertis.e.m.e.nts, Athelny"s work, and cuttings from newspapers pasted on a card. He gave Philip a glance but did not speak to him; he dictated a letter to the typist, a girl who sat at a small table in one corner; then he asked Philip his name, age, and what experience he had had. He spoke with a c.o.c.kney tw.a.n.g in a high, metallic voice which he seemed not able always to control; Philip noticed that his upper teeth were large and protruding; they gave you the impression that they were loose and would come out if you gave them a sharp tug.
"I think Mr. Athelny has spoken to you about me," said Philip.
"Oh, you are the young feller who did that poster?"
"Yes, sir."
"No good to us, you know, not a bit of good."
He looked Philip up and down. He seemed to notice that Philip was in some way different from the men who had preceded him.
"You"d "ave to get a frock coat, you know. I suppose you "aven"t got one.
You seem a respectable young feller. I suppose you found art didn"t pay."
Philip could not tell whether he meant to engage him or not. He threw remarks at him in a hostile way.
"Where"s your home?"
"My father and mother died when I was a child."
"I like to give young fellers a chance. Many"s the one I"ve given their chance to and they"re managers of departments now. And they"re grateful to me, I"ll say that for them. They know what I done for them. Start at the bottom of the ladder, that"s the only way to learn the business, and then if you stick to it there"s no knowing what it can lead to. If you suit, one of these days you may find yourself in a position like what mine is.
Bear that in mind, young feller."
"I"m very anxious to do my best, sir," said Philip.
He knew that he must put in the sir whenever he could, but it sounded odd to him, and he was afraid of overdoing it. The manager liked talking. It gave him a happy consciousness of his own importance, and he did not give Philip his decision till he had used a great many words.
"Well, I daresay you"ll do," he said at last, in a pompous way. "Anyhow I don"t mind giving you a trial."
"Thank you very much, sir."