I tried the smoking-room. Usually the talk there is entertaining, but on that occasion it was so frivolous that I did not remain five minutes. In the card-room a member told me excitedly that a policeman had spoken rudely to him; and my strange comment was:
After all, it is a small matter.
In the library, where I had not been for years, I found two members asleep, and, to my surprise, William on a ladder dusting books.
You have not heard, sir? he said, in answer to my raised eyebrows. Descending the ladder, he whispered tragically: It was last evening, sir. II lost my head, and I swore at a member.
I stepped back from William, and glanced apprehensively at the two members. They still slept.
I hardly knew, William went on, what I was doing all day yesterday, for I had left my wife so weakly that
I stamped my foot.
I beg your pardon for speaking of her, he had the grace to say, but I couldnt help slipping up to the window often yesterday to look for Jenny, and when she did come, and I saw she was crying, it it sort of confused me, and I didnt know right, sir, what I was doing. I hit against a member, Mr. Myddleton Finch, and he he jumped and swore at me. Well, sir, I had just touched him after all, and I was so miserable, it a kind of stung me to be treated like like that, and me a man as well as him; and I lost my senses, and and I swore back.
Williams shamed head sank on his chest, but I even let pass his insolence in likening himself to a member of the club, so afraid was I of the sleepers waking and detecting me in talk with a waiter.
For the love of God, William cried, with coarse emotion, dont let them dismiss me!
Speak lower! I said. Who sent you here?
I was turned out of the dining-room at once, and told to attend to the library until they had decided what to do with me. Oh, sir, Ill lose my place!
He was blubbering, as if a change of waiters was a matter of importance.
This is very bad, William, I said. I fear I can do nothing for you.
Have mercy on a distracted man! he entreated. Ill go on my knees to Mr. Myddleton Finch.
How could I but despise a fellow who would be thus abject for a pound a week?
I dare not tell her, he continued, that I have lost my place. She would just fall back and die.
I forbade your speaking of your wife, I said, sharply, unless you can speak pleasantly of her.
But she may be worse now, sir, and I cannot even see Jenny from here. The library windows look to the back.
If she dies, I said, it will be a warning to you to marry a stronger woman next time.
Now everyone knows that there is little real affection among the lower orders. As soon as they have lost one mate they take another. Yet William, forgetting our relative positions, drew himself up and raised his fist, and if I had not stepped back I swear he would have struck me.
The highly improper words William used I will omit, out of consideration for him. Even while he was apologising for them I retired to the smoking-room, where I found the cigarettes so badly rolled that they would not keep alight. After a little I remembered that I wanted to see Myddleton Finch about an improved saddle of which a friend of his has the patent. He was in the newsroom, and, having questioned him about the saddle, I said:
By the way, what is this story about your swearing at one of the waiters?
You mean about his swearing at me, Myddleton Finch replied, reddening.
I am glad that was it, I said; for I could not believe you guilty of such bad form.
If I did swear he was beginning, but I went on:
The version which has reached me was that you swore at him, and he repeated the word. I heard he was to be dismissed and you reprimanded.
Who told you that? asked Myddleton Finch, who is a timid man.
I forget; it is club talk, I replied, lightly. But of course the committee will take your word. The waiter, whichever one he is, richly deserves his dismissal for insulting you without provocation.
Then our talk returned to the saddle, but Myddleton Finch was abstracted, and presently he said:
Do you know, I fancy I was wrong in thinking that the waiter swore at me, and Ill withdraw my charge to-morrow.
Myddleton Finch then left me, and, sitting alone, I realised that I had been doing William a service. To some slight extent I may have intentionally helped him to retain his place in the club, and I now see the reason, which was that he alone knows precisely to what extent I like my claret[49] heated.
For a mere second I remembered Williams remark that he should not be able to see the girl Jenny from the library windows. Then this recollection drove from my head that I had only dined in the sense that my dinner-bill was paid. Returning to the dining-room, I happened to take my chair at the window, and while I was eating a deviled kidney I saw in the street the girl whose nods had such an absurd effect on William.
The children of the poor are as thoughtless as their parents, and this Jenny did not sign to the windows in the hope that William might see her, though she could not see him. Her face, which was disgracefully dirty, bore doubt and dismay on it, but whether she brought good news it would not tell. Somehow I had expected her to signal when she saw me, and, though her message could not interest me, I was in the mood in which one is irritated at that not taking place which he is awaiting. Ultimately she seemed to be making up her mind to go away.
A boy was passing with the evening papers, and I hurried out to get one, rather thoughtlessly, for we have all the papers in the club. Unfortunately, I misunderstood the direction the boy had taken; but round the first corner (out of sight of the club windows) I saw the girl Jenny, and so asked her how Williams wife was.
Did he send you to me? she replied, impertinently taking me for a waiter. My! she added, after a second scrutiny, I blieve youre one of them. His missis is a bit better, and I was to tell him as she took all the tapiocar.
How could you tell him? I asked.
I was to do like this, she replied, and went through the supping of something out of a plate in dumb-show.
That would not show she ate all the tapioca, I said.
But I was to end like this, she answered, licking an imaginary plate with her tongue.
I gave her a shilling (to get rid of her), and returned to the club disgusted.
Later in the evening I had to go to the club library for a book, and while William was looking in vain for it (I had forgotten the title) I said to him:
That would not show she ate all the tapioca, I said.
But I was to end like this, she answered, licking an imaginary plate with her tongue.
I gave her a shilling (to get rid of her), and returned to the club disgusted.
Later in the evening I had to go to the club library for a book, and while William was looking in vain for it (I had forgotten the title) I said to him:
By the way, William, Mr. Myddleton Finch is to tell the committee that he was mistaken in the charge he brought against you, so you will doubtless be restored to the dining-room to-morrow.
The two members were still in their chairs, probably sleeping lightly; yet he had the effrontery to thank me.
Dont thank me, I said, blushing at the imputation. Remember your place, William!
But Mr. Myddleton Finch knew I swore, he insisted.
A gentleman, I replied, stiffly, cannot remember for twenty-four hours what a waiter has said to him.
No, sir; but
To stop him I had to say: And, ah, William, your wife is a little better. She has eaten the tapioca all of it.
How can you know, sir?
By an accident.
Jenny signed to the window?
No.
Then you saw her, and went out, and
Nonsense!
Oh, sir, to do that for me! May God bl
William!
Forgive me, sir; but when I tell my missis, she will say it was thought of your own wife as made you do it.
He wrung my hand. I dared not withdraw it, lest we should waken the sleepers.
William returned to the dining-room, and I had to show him that if he did not cease looking gratefully at me I must change my waiter. I also ordered him to stop telling me nightly how his wife was, but I continued to know, as I could not help seeing the girl Jenny from the window. Twice in a week I learned from this objectionable child that the ailing woman had again eaten all the tapioca. Then I became suspicious of William. I will tell why.
It began with a remark of Captain Upjohns. We had been speaking of the inconvenience of not being able to get a hot dish served after 1 A.M., and he said:
It is because these lazy waiters would strike. If the beggars had a love of their work they would not rush away from the club the moment one oclock strikes. That glum fellow who often waits on you takes to his heels the moment he is clear of the club steps. He ran into me the other night at the top of the street, and was off without apologising.
You mean the foot of the street, Upjohn, I said; for such is the way to Drury Lane.
No; I mean the top. The man was running west.
East.
West.
I smiled, which so annoyed him that he bet me two to one in sovereigns. The bet could have been decided most quickly by asking William a question, but I thought, foolishly doubtless, that it might hurt his feelings, so I watched him leave the club. The possibility of Upjohns winning the bet had seemed remote to me. Conceive my surprise, therefore when William went westward.
Amazed, I pursued him along two streets without realising that I was doing so. Then curiosity put me into a hansom[50]. We followed William, and it proved to be a three-shilling fare, for, running when he was in breath and walking when he was out of it, he took me to West Kensington[51].
I discharged my cab, and from across the street watched Williams incomprehensible behaviour. He had stopped at a dingy row of workmens houses, and knocked at the darkened window of one of them. Presently a light showed. So far as I could see, someone pulled up the blind and for ten minutes talked to William. I was uncertain whether they talked, for the window was not opened, and I felt that, had William spoken through the glass loud enough to be heard inside, I must have heard him too. Yet he nodded and beckoned. I was still bewildered when, by setting off the way he had come, he gave me the opportunity of going home.
Knowing from the talk of the club what the lower orders are, could I doubt that this was some discreditable love-affair of Williams? His solicitude for his wife had been mere pretence; so far as it was genuine, it meant that he feared she might recover. He probably told her that he was detained nightly in the club till three.