fraternity-第8章

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ed；　and　pulling　the　remnant　of　a　bell；　Hilary　walked　in。

The　first　thing　that　he　noticed　was　a　smell；　it　was　not　precisely　bad；　but　it　might　have　been　better。　　It　was　a　smell　of　walls　and　washing；　varied　rather　vaguely　by　red　herrings。　　The　second　thing　he　noticed　was　his　moonlight　bulldog；　who　stood　on　the　doorstep　eyeing　a　tiny　sandy　cat。　　This　very　little　cat；　whose　back　was　arched　with　fury；　he　was　obliged　to　chase　away　before　his　bulldog　would　come　in。　The　third　thing　he　noticed　was　a　lame　woman　of　short　stature；　standing　in　the　doorway　of　a　room。　　Her　face；　with　big　cheek…bones；　and　wide…open；　light　grey；　dark…lashed　eyes；　was　broad　and　patient；　she　rested　her　lame　leg　by　holding　to　the　handle　of　the　door。

〃I　dunno　if　you'll　find　anyone　upstairs。　　I'd　go　and　ask；　but　my　leg's　lame。〃

〃So　I　see；〃　said　Hilary；　〃I'm　sorry。〃

The　woman　sighed：　〃Been　like　that　these　five　years〃；　and　turned　back　into　her　room。

〃Is　there　nothing　to　be　done　for　it？〃

〃Well；　I　did　think　so　once；〃　replied　the　woman；　〃but　they　say　the　bone's　diseased；　I　neglected　it　at　the　start。〃

〃Oh　dear！〃

〃We　hadn't　the　time　to　give　to　it；〃　the　woman　said　defensively；　retiring　into　a　room　so　full　of　china　cups；　photographs；　coloured　prints；　waxwork　fruits；　and　other　ornaments；　that　there　seemed　no　room　for　the　enormous　bed。

Wishing　her　good…morning；　Hilary　began　to　mount　the　stairs。　　On　the　first　floor　he　paused。　　Here；　in　the　back　room；　the　little　model　lived。

He　looked　around　him。　　The　paper　on　the　passage　walls　was　of　a　dingy　orange　colour；　the　blind　of　the　window　torn；　and　still　pursuing　him；　pervading　everything；　was　the　scent　of　walls　and　washing　and　red　herrings。　　There　came　on　him　a　sickness；　a　sort　of　spiritual　revolt。　To　live　here；　to　pass　up　these　stairs；　between　these　dingy；　bilious　walls；　on　this　dirty　carpet；　with　thisugh！　every　day；　twice；　four　times；　six　times；　who　knew　how　many　times　a　day！　　And　that　sense；　the　first　to　be　attracted　or　revolted；　the　first　to　become　fastidious　with　the　culture　of　the　body；　the　last　to　be　expelled　from　the　temple　of　the　pure…spirit；　that　sense　to　whose　refinement　all　breeding　and　all　education　is　devoted；　that　sense　which；　ever　an　inch　at　least　in　front　of　man；　is　able　to　retard　the　development　of　nations；　and　paralyse　all　social　schemesthis　Sense　of　Smell　awakened　within　him　the　centuries　of　his　gentility；　the　ghosts　of　all　those　Dallisons　who；　for　three　hundred　years　and　more；　had　served　Church　or　State。　It　revived　the　souls　of　scents　he　was　accustomed　to；　and　with　them；　subtly　mingled；　the　whole　live　fabric　of　aestheticism；　woven　in　fresh　air　and　laid　in　lavender。　　It　roused　the　simple；　non…extravagant　demand　of　perfect　cleanliness。　　And　though　he　knew　that　chemists　would　have　certified　the　composition　of　his　blood　to　be　the　same　as　that　of　the　dwellers　in　this　house；　and　that　this　smell；　composed　of　walls　and　washing　and　red　herrings；　was　really　rather　healthy；　he　stood　frowning　fixedly　at　the　girl's　door；　and　the　memory　of　his　young　niece's　delicately　wrinkled　nose　as　she　described　the　house　rose　before　him。　　He　went　on　upstairs；　followed　by　his　moonlight　bulldog。

Hilary's　tall　thin　figure　appearing　in　the　open　doorway　of　the　top…　floor　front；　his　kind　and　worried　face；　and　the　pale　agate　eyes　of　the　little　bulldog　peeping　through　his　legs；　were　witnessed　by　nothing　but　a　baby；　who　was　sitting　in　a　wooden　box　in　the　centre　of　the　room。　　This　baby；　who　was　very　like　a　piece　of　putty　to　which　Nature　had　by　some　accident　fitted　two　movable　black　eyes；　was　clothed　in　a　woman's　knitted　undervest；　spreading　beyond　his　feet　and　hands；　so　that　nothing　but　his　head　was　visible。　　This　vest　divided　him　from　the　wooden　shavings　on　which　he　sat；　and；　since　he　had　not　yet　attained　the　art　of　rising　to　his　feet；　the　box　divided　him　from　contacts　of　all　other　kinds。　　As　completely　isolated　from　his　kingdom　as　a　Czar　of　all　the　Russias；　he　was　doing　nothing。　　In　this　realm　there　was　a　dingy　bed；　two　chairs；　and　a　washstand；　with　one　lame　leg；　supported　by　an　aged　footstool。　　Clothes　and　garments　were　hanging　on　nails；　pans　lay　about　the　hearth；　a　sewing…machine　stood　on　a　bare　deal　table。　　Over　the　bed　was　hung　an　oleograph；　from　a　Christmas　supplement；　of　the　birth　of　Jesus；　and　above　it　a　bayonet；　under　which　was　printed　in　an　illiterate　hand　on　a　rough　scroll　of　paper：　〃Gave　three　of　em　what　for　at　Elandslaagte。　　S。　Hughs。〃　　Some　photographs　adorned　the　walls；　and　two　drooping　ferns　stood　on　the　window…ledge。　　The　room　withal　had　a　sort　of　desperate　tidiness；　in　a　large　cupboard；　slightly　open；　could　be　seen　stowed　all　that　must　not　see　the　light　of　day。　　The　window　of　the　baby's　kingdom　was　tightly　closed；　the　scent　was　the　scent　of　walls　and　washing　and　red　herrings；　andof　other　things。

Hilary　looked　at　the　baby；　and　the　baby　looked　at　him。　　The　eyes　of　that　tiny　scrap　of　grey　humanity　seemed　saying：

'You　are　not　my　mother；　I　believe？'

He　stooped　down　and　touched　its　cheek。　　The　baby　blinked　its　black　eyes　once。

'No；'　it　seemed；　to　say　again；　'you　are　not　my　mother。'

A　lump　rose　in　Hilary's　throat；　he　turned　and　went　downstairs。　Pausing　outside　the　little　model's　door；　he　knocked；　and；　receiving　no　answer；　turned　the　handle。　　The　little　square　room　was　empty；　it　was　neat　and　clean　enough；　with　a　pink…flowered　paper　of　comparatively　modern　date。　　Through　its　open　window　could　be　seen　a　pear…tree　in　full　bloom。　　Hilary　shut　the　door　again　with　care；　ashamed　of　having　opened　it。

On　the　half…landing；　staring　up　at　him　with　black　eyes　like　the　baby's；　was　a　man　of　medium　height　and　active　build；　whose　short　face；　with　broad　cheekbones；　cropped　dark　hair；　straight　nose；　and　little　black　moustache；　was　burnt　a　dark　dun　colour。　　He　was　dressed　in　the　uniform　of　those　who　sweep　the　streetsa　loose　blue　blouse；　and　trousers　tucked　into　boots　reaching　half…way　up　his　calves；　he　held　a　peaked　cap　in　his　hand。

After　some　seconds　of　mutual　admiration；　Hilary　said：

〃Mr。　Hughs；　I　believe？〃　　Yes。

〃I've　been　up　to　see　your　wife。〃

〃Have　you？〃

〃You　know　me；　I　suppose？〃

〃Yes；　I　know　you。〃

〃Unfortunately；　there's　only　your　baby　at　home。〃

Hughs　motioned　with　his　cap　towards　the　little　model's　room。　　〃I　thought　perhaps　you'd　been　to　see　her；〃　he　said。　　His　black　eyes　smouldered；　there　was　more　than　class　resentment　in　the　expression　of　his　face。

Flushing　slightly　and　giving　him　a　keen　look；　Hilary　passed　down　the　stairs　without　replying。　　But　Miranda　had　not　followed。　　She　stood；　with　one　paw　delicately　held　up　above　the　topmost　step。

'I　don't　know　this　man；'　she　seemed　to　say；　'and　I　don't　like　his　looks。'

Hughs　grinned。　　〃I　never　hurt　a　dumb　animal；〃　he　said；　〃come　on；　tykie！〃

Stimulated　by　a　word　she　had　never　thought　to　hear；　Miranda　descended　rapidly。

'He　meant　that　for　impudence；'　thought　Hilary　as　he　walked　away。

〃Westminister；　sir？　　Oh　dear！〃

A　skinny　trembling　hand　was　offering　him　a　greenish　newspaper。

〃Terrible　cold　wind　for　the　time　o'　year！〃

A　very　aged　man　in　black…rimmed　spectacles；　with　a　distended　nose　and　long　upper　lip　and　chin；　was　tentatively　fumbling　out　change　for　sixpence。

〃I　seem　to　know　your　face；〃　said　Hilary。

〃Oh　dear；　yes。　　You　deals　with　this　'ere　shopthe　tobacco　department。　　I've　often　seen　you　when　you've　a…been　agoin'　in。　Sometimes　you　has　the　Pell　Mell　off　o'　this　man　here。〃　　He　jerked　his　head　a　trifle　to　the　left；　where　a　younger　man　was　standing　armed　with　a　sheaf　of　whiter　papers。　　In　that　gesture　were　years　of　envy；　heart…burning；　and　sense　of　wrong。　　'That's　my　paper；'　it　seemed　to　say；　'by　all　the　rights　of　man；　and　that　low…class　fellow　sellin'　it；　takin'　away　my　profits！'

〃I　sells　this　'ere　Westminister。　　I　reads　it　on　Sundaysit's　a　gentleman's　paper；　'igh…class　papernotwithstandin'　of　its　politics。　But；　Lor'；　sir；　with　this　'ere　man　a…sellin'　the　Pell　Mell〃lowering　his　voice；　he　invited　Hilary　to　confidence〃so　many　o'　the　gentry　takes　that；　an'　there　ain't　too　many　o'　the　gentry　about　'ereI　mean；　not　o'　the　real　gentrythat　I　can　afford　to　'ave　'em　took　away　from　me。〃

Hilary；　who　had　stopped　to　listen　out　of　delicacy；　had　a　flash　of　recollection。　　〃You　live　in　Hound　Street？〃

The　old　man　answered　eagerly：　〃Oh　dear！　　Yes；　sirNo。　1；　name　of　Creed。　　You're　the　gentleman　where　the　young　person　goes　for　to　copy　of　a　book！〃

〃It's　not　my　book　she　copies。〃

〃Oh　no；　it's　an　old　gentleman；　I　know　'im。　　He　come　an'　see　me　once。　He　come　in　one　Sunday　morning。　　'Here's　a　pound　o'　tobacca　for　you！'　'e　says。　　'You　was　a　butler；'　'e　says。　　'Butlers！'　'e　says；　'there'll　be　no　butlers　in　fifty　years。'　　An'　out　'e　goes。　　Not　quite〃he　put　a　shaky　hand　up　to　his　head〃not　quiteoh　dear！〃

〃Some　people　called　Hughs　live　in　your　house；　I　think？〃

〃I　rents　my　room　off　o'　them。　　A　lady　was　a…speakin'　to　me　yesterday　about　'em；　that's　not　your　lady；　I　suppose；　sir？〃

His　eyes　seemed　to　apostrophise　Hilary's　hat；　which　was　of　soft　felt：　'Yes；　yesI've　seen　your　sort　a…stayin'　about　in　the　best　houses。　They　has　you　down　because　of　your　learnin'；　and　quite　the　manners　of　a　gentleman　you've　got。'

〃My　wife's　sister；　I　expect。〃

〃Oh　dear！　　She　often　has　a　paper　off　o'　me。　　A　real　ladynot　one　o'　these〃again　he　invited　Hilary　to　confidence〃you　know　what　I　mean；　sirthat　buys　their　things　a'　ready…made　at　these　'ere　large　establishments。　　Oh；　I　know　her　well。〃

〃The　old　gentleman　who　visited　you　is　her　father。〃

〃Is　he？　　Oh　dear！〃　　The　old　butler　was　silent；　evidently　puzzled。

Hilary's　eyebrows　began　to　execute　those　intricate　manoeuvres　which　always　indicated　that　he　was　about　to　tax　his　delicacy。

〃How…how　does　Hughs　treat　the　little　girl　who　lives　in　the　next　room　to　you？〃

The　old　butler　replied　in　a　rather　gloomy　tone：

〃She　takes　my　advice；　and　don't　'ave　nothin'　to　say　to　'im。　　Dreadful　foreign…lookin'　man　'e　is。　　Wherever　'e　was　brought　up　I　can't　think！〃

〃A　soldier；　wasn't　he？〃

〃So　he　says。　　He's　one　o'　these　that　works　for　the　Vestry；　an'　then　'e'll　go　an'　get　upon　the　drink；　an'　when　that　sets　'im　off；　it　seems　as　if　there　wasn't　no　respect　for　nothing　in　'im；　he　goes　on　against　the　gentry；　and　the　Church；　and　every　sort　of　institution。　　I　never　met　no　soldiers　like　him。　　Dreadful　foreignWelsh；　they　tell　me。〃

〃What　do　you　think　of　the　street　you're　living　in？〃

〃I　keeps　myself　to　myself；　low　class　o'　street　it　is；　dreadful　low　class　o'　person　thereno　self…respect　about　'em。〃

〃Ah！〃　said　Hilary。

〃These　little　'ouses；　they　get　into　the　hands　o'　little　men；　and　they　don't　care　so　long　as　they　makes　their　rent　out　o'　them。　　They　can't　help　themselveslow　class　o'　man　like　that；　'e's　got　to　do　the　best　'e　can　for　'imself。　　They　say　there's　thousands　o'　these　'ouses　all　over　London。　　There's　some　that's　for　pullin'　of　'em　down；　but　that's　talkin'　rubbish；　where　are　you　goin'　to　get　the　money　for　to　do　it？　These　'ere　little　men；　they　can't　afford　not　even　to　put　a　paper　on　the　walls；　and　the　big　ground　landlords…you　can't　expect　them　to　know　what's　happenin'　behind　their　backs。　　There's　some　ignorant　fellers　like　this　Hughs　talks　a　lot　o'　wild　nonsense　about　the　duty　o'　ground　landlords；　but　you　can't　expect　the　real　gentry　to　look　into　these　sort　o'　things。　　They've　got　their　estates　down　in　the　countr