The Old Wives' Tale

Chapter 101

d.i.c.k, having a.s.sured himself that the door was closed, a.s.saulted Lily with a kiss.

"Been here long?" he inquired.

"About an hour and a half."

"Glad to see me?"

"Oh, d.i.c.k!" she protested.

"Old lady"s in one of her humours, eh?"

"No, no! Only she was just talking about balloons--you know. She"s very much up in arms."

"You ought to keep her off balloons. Balloons may be the ruin of her wedding-present to us, my child."

"d.i.c.k! How can you talk like that? ... It"s all very well saying I ought to keep her off balloons. You try to keep her off balloons when once she begins, and see!"

"What started her?"

"She said she was thinking of giving you old Mr. Baines"s gold watch and chain--if you behaved yourself."

"Thank you for nothing!" said d.i.c.k. "I don"t want it."

"Have you seen it?"

"Have I seen it? I should say I had seen it. She"s mentioned it once or twice before."

"Oh! I didn"t know."

"I don"t see myself carting that thing about. I much prefer my own.

What do you think of it?"

"Of course it is rather clumsy," said Lily. "But if she offered it to you, you couldn"t refuse it, and you"d simply have to wear it."

"Well, then," said d.i.c.k, "I must try to behave myself just badly enough to keep off the watch, but not badly enough to upset her notions about wedding-presents."

"Poor old thing!" Lily murmured, compa.s.sionately.

Then Lily put her hand silently to her neck.

"What"s that?"

"She"s just given it to me."

d.i.c.k approached very near to examine the cameo brooch. "Hm!" he murmured. It was an adverse verdict. And Lily coincided with it by a lift of the eyebrows.

"And I suppose you"ll have to wear that!" said d.i.c.k.

"She values it as much as anything she"s got, poor old thing!" said Lily. "It belonged to her mother. And she says cameos are coming into fashion again. It really is rather good, you know."

"I wonder where she learnt that!" said d.i.c.k, drily. "I see you"ve been suffering from the photographs again."

"Well," said Lily, "I much prefer the photographs to helping her to play Patience. The way she cheats herself--it"s too silly! I--"

She stopped. The door which had after all not been latched, was pushed open, and the antique Fossette introduced herself painfully into the room. Fossette had an affection for d.i.c.k Povey.

"Well, Methusaleh!" he greeted the animal loudly. She could scarcely wag her tail, nor shake the hair out of her dim eyes in order to look up at him. He stooped to pat her.

"That dog does smell," said Lily, bluntly.

"What do you expect? What she wants is the least dose of prussic acid.

She"s a burden to herself."

"It"s funny that if you venture to hint to Mrs. Povey that the dog is offensive she gets quite peppery," said Lily.

"Well, that"s very simple," said d.i.c.k. "Don"t hint, that"s all! Hold your nose and your tongue too."

"d.i.c.k, I do wish you wouldn"t be so absurd."

Constance returned into the room, cutting short the conversation.

"Mrs. Povey," said d.i.c.k, in a voice full of grat.i.tude, "Lily has just been showing me her brooch--"

He noticed that she paid no heed to him, but pa.s.sed hurriedly to the window.

"What"s amiss in the Square?" Constance exclaimed. "When I was in the parlour just now I saw a man running along Wedgwood Street, and I said to myself, what"s amiss?"

d.i.c.k and Lily joined her at the window.

Several people were hurrying down the Square, and then a man came running with a doctor from the market-place. All these persons disappeared from view under the window of Mrs. Povey"s drawing-room, which was over part of Mrs. Critchlow"s shop. As the windows of the shop projected beyond the walls of the house it was impossible, from the drawing-room window, to see the pavement in front of the shop.

"It must be something on the pavement--or in the shop!" murmured Constance.

"Oh, ma"am!" said a startled voice behind the three. It was Mary, original of the photograph, who had run unperceived into the drawing-room. "They say as Mrs. Critchlow has tried to commit suicide!"

Constance started back. Lily went towards her, with an instinctive gesture of supporting consolation.

"Maria Critchlow tried to commit suicide!" Constance muttered.

"Yes, ma"am! But they say she"s not done it."

"By Jove! I"d better go and see if I can help, hadn"t I?" cried d.i.c.k Povey, hobbling off, excited and speedy. "Strange, isn"t it?" he exclaimed afterwards, "how I manage to come in for things? Sheer chance that I was here to-day! But it"s always like that! Somehow something extraordinary is always happening where I am." And this too ministered to his satisfaction, and to his zest for life.

II

When, in the evening, after all sorts of comings and goings, he finally returned to the old lady and the young one, in order to report the upshot, his demeanour was suitably toned to Constance"s mood. The old lady had been very deeply disturbed by the tragedy, which, as she said, had pa.s.sed under her very feet while she was calmly talking to Lily.

The whole truth came out in a short s.p.a.ce of time. Mrs. Critchlow was suffering from melancholia. It appeared that for long she had been depressed by the failing trade of the shop, which was none of her fault. The state of the Square had steadily deteriorated. Even the "Vaults" were not what they once were. Four or five shops had been shut up, as it were definitely, the landlords having given up hope of discovering serious tenants. And, of those kept open, the majority were struggling desperately to make ends meet. Only Holl"s and a new upstart draper, who had widely advertised his dress-making department, were really flourishing. The confectionery half of Mr. Brindley"s business was disappearing. People would not go to Hanbridge for their bread or for their groceries, but they would go for their cakes. These electric trams had simply carried to Hanbridge the cream, and much of the milk, of Bursley"s retail trade. There were unprincipled tradesmen in Hanbridge ready to pay the car-fares of any customer who spent a crown in their establishments. Hanbridge was the geographical centre of the Five Towns, and it was alive to its situation. Useless for Bursley to compete! If Mrs. Critchlow had been a philosopher, if she had known that geography had always made history, she would have given up her enterprise a dozen years ago. But Mrs. Critchlow was merely Maria Insull. She had seen Baines"s in its magnificent prime, when Baines"s almost conferred a favour on customers in serving them. At the time when she took over the business under the wing of her husband, it was still a good business. But from that instant the tide had seemed to turn. She had fought, and she kept on fighting, stupidly. She was not aware that she was fighting against evolution, not aware that evolution had chosen her for one of its victims! She could understand that all the other shops in the Square should fail, but not that Baines"s should fail! She was as industrious as ever, as good a buyer, as good a seller, as keen for novelties, as economical, as methodical! And yet the returns dropped and dropped.

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