"I"ve come from father," he said, "and we don"t want to have anything more to do with you, and you"re not to write."
"Oh!" She looked at him now with her eyes suddenly quite dry. They seemed to burn her in their sockets. "Did he send you here to tell me that?"
"Yes; and you"re not to come down."
She put her hand to her forehead, looking vacantly before her.
"But what am I to do? I haven"t got any money; I"ve p.a.w.ned everything."
George looked at her silently; but he was horribly curious.
"Why did he leave you?" he said.
She made no answer; she looked before her as if she were going out of her mind.
"Has he left you any money?" asked George.
Then she started up, her cheeks flaming red.
"I wouldn"t touch a halfpenny of his. I"d rather starve!" she screamed.
George shrugged his shoulders.
"Well, you understand?" he said.
"Oh, how can you! It"s all you and mother. You"ve always hated me. But I"ll pay you out, by G.o.d! I"ll pay you out. I know what you are, all of you--you and mother, and all the Blackstable people. You"re a set of d.a.m.ned hypocrites."
"Look here, Daisy! I"m not going to stand here and hear you talk like that of me and mother," he replied with dignity; "and as for the Blackstable people, you"re not fit to--to a.s.sociate with them. And I can see where you learnt your language."
Daisy burst into hysterical laughter. George became more angry--virtuously indignant.
"Oh, you can laugh as much as you like! I know your repentance is a lot of d.a.m.ned humbug. You"ve always been a conceited little beast. And you"ve been stuck up and c.o.c.ky because you thought yourself nice-looking, and because you were educated in Tercanbury. And no one was good enough for you in Blackstable. And I"m jolly glad that all this has happened to you; it serves you jolly well right. And if you dare to show yourself at Blackstable, we"ll send for the police."
Daisy stepped up to him.
"I"m a d.a.m.ned bad lot," she said, "but I swear I"m not half as bad as you are.... You know what you"re driving me to."
"You don"t think I care what you do," he answered, as he flung himself out of the door. He slammed it behind him, and he also slammed the front door to show that he was a man of high principles. And even George Washington when he said, "I cannot tell a lie; I did it with my little hatchet," did not feel so righteous as George Griffith at that moment.
Daisy went to the window to see him go, and then, throwing up her arms, she fell on her knees, weeping, weeping, and she cried,--
"My G.o.d, have pity on me!"
VIII
"I wouldn"t go through it again for a hundred pounds," said George, when he recounted his experience to his mother. "And she wasn"t a bit humble, as you"d expect."
"Oh! that"s Daisy all over. Whatever happens to her, she"ll be as bold as bra.s.s."
"And she didn"t choose her language," he said, with mingled grief and horror.
They heard nothing more of Daisy for over a year, when George went up to London for the choir treat. He did not come back till three o"clock in the morning, but he went at once to his mother"s room.
He woke her very carefully, so as not to disturb his father. She started up, about to speak, but he prevented her with his hand.
"Come outside; I"ve got something to tell you."
Mrs Griffith was about to tell him rather crossly to wait till the morrow, but he interrupted her,--
"I"ve seen Daisy."
She quickly got out of bed, and they went together into the parlour.
"I couldn"t keep it till the morning," he said.... "What d"you think she"s doing now? Well, after we came out of the Empire, I went down Piccadilly, and--well, I saw Daisy standing there.... It did give me a turn, I can tell you; I thought some of the chaps would see her. I simply went cold all over. But they were on ahead and hadn"t noticed her."
"Thank G.o.d for that!" said Mrs Griffith, piously.
"Well, what d"you think I did? I went straight up to her and looked her full in the face. But d"you think she moved a muscle? She simply looked at me as if she"d never set eyes on me before. Well, I was taken aback, I can tell you. I thought she"d faint. Not a bit of it."
"No, I know Daisy," said Mrs Griffith; "you think she"s this and that, because she looks at you with those blue eyes of hers, as if she couldn"t say bo to a goose, but she"s got the very devil inside her....
Well, I shall tell her father that, just so as to let him see what she has come to."...
The existence of the Griffith household went on calmly. Husband and wife and son led their life in the dull little fishing town, the seasons pa.s.sed insensibly into one another, one year slid gradually into the next; and the five years that went by seemed like one long, long day.
Mrs Griffith did not alter an atom; she performed her housework, went to church regularly, and behaved like a Christian woman in that state of life in which a merciful Providence had been pleased to put her. George got married, and on Sunday afternoons could be seen wheeling an infant in a perambulator along the street. He was a good husband and an excellent father. He never drank too much, he worked well, he was careful of his earnings, and he also went to church regularly; his ambition was to become churchwarden after his father. And even in Mr Griffith there was not so very much change. He was more bowed, his hair and beard were greyer. His face was set in an expression of pa.s.sive misery, and he was extremely silent. But as Mrs Griffith said,--
"Of course, he"s getting old. One can"t expect to remain young for ever"--she was a woman who frequently said profound things--"and I"ve known all along he wasn"t the sort of man to make old bones. He"s never had the go in him that I have. Why, I"d make two of him."
The Griffiths were not so well-to-do as before. As Blackstable became a more important health resort, a regular undertaker opened a shop there; and his window, with two little model coffins and an arrangement of black Prince of Wales"s feathers surrounded by a white wreath, took the fancy of the natives, so that Mr Griffith almost completely lost the most remunerative part of his business. Other carpenters sprang into existence and took away much of the trade.
"I"ve no patience with him," said Mrs Griffith, of her husband. "He lets these newcomers come along and just take the bread out of his hands.
Oh, if I was a man, I"d make things different, I can tell you! He doesn"t seem to care."...
At last, one day George came to his mother in a state of tremendous excitement.
"I say, mother, you know the pantomime they"ve got at Tercanbury this week?"
"Yes."
"Well, the princ.i.p.al boy"s Daisy."
Mrs Griffith sank into a chair, gasping.