Denry the Audacious - Arnold Bennett

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comfort. The Fearnses' French governess was one of the seven wonders of the Five Towns. Men enjoyed him in these moods; and as he raised his voice, so he enlarged the circle of his audience.

      "If the bye-laws of this town were worth a bilberry," he was saying, "about a thousand so-called houses would have to come down to-morrow. Now there's that old woman I was talking about just now—Hullins. She 's a Catholic—and my governess is always slumming about among Catholics—that's how I know. She 's paid half a crown a week for pretty near half a century for a hovel that isn't worth eighteen pence, and now she's going to be pitched into the street because she can't pay any more. And she 's seventy if she 's a day! And that's the basis of society. Nice, refined society, eh?"

      "Who's the grasping owner?" some one asked.

      "Old Mrs. Codleyn," said Fearns.

      "Here, Mr. Machin, they 're talking about you," said the Secretary and Steward genially. He knew that Denry collected Mrs. Codleyn's rents.

      "Mrs. Codleyn is n't the owner," Denry called out across the room, almost before he was aware what he was doing. There was a smile on his face and a glass in his hand.

      "Oh!" said Fearns. "I thought she was. Who is?"

      Everybody looked inquisitively at the renowned Machin, the new member.

      "I am," said Denry.

      He had concealed the change of ownership from the Widow Hullins. In his quality of owner he could not have lent her money in order that she might pay it instantly back to himself.

      "I beg your pardon," said Fearns, with polite sincerity. "I'd no idea! … " He saw that unwittingly he had come near to committing a gross outrage on club etiquette.

      "Not at all!" said Denry. "But supposing the cottage was yours, what should you do, Mr. Fearns? Before I bought the property I used to lend her money myself to pay her rent."

      "I know," Fearns answered with a certain dryness of tone.

      It occurred to Denry that the lawyer knew too much.

      "Well, what should you do?" he repeated obstinately.

      "She 's an old woman," said Fearns. "And honest enough, you must admit. She came up to see my governess, and I happened to see her."

      "But what should you do in my place?" Denry insisted.

      "Since you ask, I should lower the rent, and let her off the arrears," said Fearns.

      "And supposing she didn't pay then? Let her have it rent free, because she's seventy? Or pitch her into the streets?"

      "Oh—Well——"

      "Fearns would make her a present of the blooming house and give her a conveyance free!" a voice said humorously, and everybody laughed.

      "Well, that's what I 'll do," said Denry. "If Mr. Fearns will do the conveyance free, I 'll make her a present of the blooming house. That's the sort of grasping owner I am."

      There was a startled pause. "I mean it," said Denry firmly, even fiercely, and raised his glass. "Here's to the Widow Hullins!"

      There was a sensation, because, incredible although the thing was, it had to be believed. Denry himself was not the least astounded person in the crowded smoky room. To him, it had been like somebody else talking, not himself. But, as always when he did something crucial, spectacular, and effective, the deed had seemed to be done by a mysterious power within him, over which he had no control.

      This particular deed was quixotic, enormously unusual; a deed assuredly without precedent in the annals of the Five Towns. And he, Denry, had done it. The cost was prodigious, ridiculously and dangerously beyond his means. He could find no rational excuse for the deed. But he had done it. And men again wondered. Men had wondered when he led the Countess out to waltz. That was nothing to this. What! A smooth-chinned youth giving houses away—out of mere, mad, impulsive generosity!

      And men said, on reflection: "Of course that's just the sort of thing Machin would do!" They appeared to find a logical connection between dancing with a Countess, and tossing a house or so to a poor widow. And the next morning every man who had been in the Sports Club that night was remarking eagerly to his friends: "I say, have you heard young Machin's latest?"

      And Denry, inwardly aghast at his own rashness, was saying to himself: "Well, no one but me would ever have done that!"

      He was now not simply a card; he was the card.

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      I

      "How do you do, Miss Earp?" said Denry, in a worldly manner which he had acquired for himself by taking the most effective features of the manners of several prominent citizens, and piecing them together so that as a whole they formed Denry's manner.

      "Oh! How do you do, Mr. Machin?" said Ruth Earp, who had opened her door to him at the corner of Tudor Passage and St. Luke's Square.

      It was an afternoon in July. Denry wore a new summer suit, whose pattern indicated not only present prosperity but the firm belief that prosperity would continue. As for Ruth, that plain but piquant girl was in one of her simpler costumes; blue linen; no jewelry. Her hair was in its usual calculated disorder; its outer fleeces held the light. She was now at least twenty-five, and her gaze disconcertingly combined extreme maturity with extreme candour. At one moment a man would be saying to himself: "This woman knows more of the secrets of human nature than I can ever know." And the next he would be saying to himself: "What a simple little thing she is!" The career of nearly every man is marked at the sharp corners with such women. Speaking generally, Ruth Earp's demeanour was hard and challenging. It was evident that she could not be subject to the common weaknesses of her sex. Denry was glad. A youth of quick intelligence, he had perceived all the dangers of the mission upon which he was engaged, and had planned his precautions.

      "May I come in a minute?" he asked in a purely business tone. There was no hint in that tone of the fact that once she had accorded him a supper-dance.

      "Please do," said Ruth.

      An agreeable flouncing swish of linen skirts as she turned to precede him down the passage! But he ignored it. That is to say, he easily steeled himself against it.

      She led him to the large room which served as her dancing academy, the bare-boarded place in which, a year and a half before, she had taught his clumsy limbs the principles of grace and rhythm. She occupied the back part of a building of which the front part was an empty shop. The shop had been tenanted by her father, one of whose frequent bankruptcies had happened there; after which his stock of the latest novelties in inexpensive furniture had been seized by rapacious creditors, and Mr. Earp had migrated to Birmingham, where he was courting the Official Receiver anew. Ruth had remained, solitary and unprotected, with a considerable amount of household goods which had been her mother's. (Like all professional bankrupts, Mr. Earp had invariably had belongings which, as he could prove to his creditors, did not belong to him.) Public opinion had justified Ruth in her enterprise of staying in Bursley on her own responsibility and renting part of the building, in order not to lose her "connection" as a dancing-mistress. Public opinion said that "there would have been no sense in her going dangling after her wastrel of a father."

      "Quite a long time since we saw anything of each other," observed Ruth in rather a pleasant style, as she sat down and as he sat down.

      It was. The intimate ecstasy of the supper-dance had never been repeated. Denry's exceeding industry in carving out his career, and his desire to graduate as an accomplished clubman, had prevented him from giving to his heart that attention which it deserved, having regard to his tender years.

      "Yes, it is, isn't it?" said Denry.

      Then there was a pause, and they both glanced vaguely about

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