65 Short Stories (86 page)

‘My dear, you’re not going to fall in love with him.’

‘I have,’ said Margery.

‘Darling, isn’t it going to be rather awkward?’

‘Oh, it won’t last. After all he’s going back to Borneo in the autumn.’

‘Well, one can’t deny that it’s made you look years younger.’

‘I know, and I feel years younger.’

Soon they were meeting every day. They met in the morning and walked in the Park together or went to a picture gallery. They separated for Margery to lunch with her husband and after lunch met again and motored into the country or to some place on the river. Margery did not tell her husband. She very naturally thought he would not understand.

‘How was it you never met Morton?’ I asked Janet.

‘Oh, she didn’t want me to. You see, we belong to the same generation, Margery and I. I can quite understand that.’

‘I see.’

‘Of course I did everything I could. When she went out with Gerry she was always supposed to be with me.’

I am a person who likes to cross a ‘f and dot an T.

‘Were they having an affair?’ I asked.

‘Oh, no. Margery isn’t that sort of woman at all.’

‘How do you know?’

‘She would have told me.’

‘I suppose she would.’

‘Of course I asked her. But she denied it point-blank and I’m sure she was telling me the truth. There’s never been anything of that sort between them at all.’

‘It seems rather odd to me.’

Well, you see, Margery is a very good woman.’

I shrugged my shoulders.

She was absolutely loyal to Charlie. She wouldn’t have deceived him for anything in the world. She couldn’t bear the thought of having any secret from him. As soon as she knew she was in love with Gerry she wanted to tell Charlie. Of course I begged her not to. I told her it wouldn’t do any good and it would only make Charlie miserable. And after all, the boy was going away in a couple of months, it didn’t seem much good to make a lot of fuss about a thing that couldn’t possibly last.’

But Gerry’s imminent departure was the cause of the crash. The Bishops had arranged to go abroad as usual and proposed to motor through Belgium, Holland, and the North of Germany. Charlie was busy with maps and guides. He collected information from friends about hotels and roads. He looked forward to his holiday with the bubbling excitement of a schoolboy. Margery listened to him discussing it with a sinking heart. They were to be away four weeks and in September Gerry was sailing. She could not bear to lose so much of the short time that remained to them and the thought of the motor tour filled her with exasperation. As the interval grew shorter and shorter she grew more and more nervous. At last she decided that there was only one thing to do.

‘Charlie, I don’t want to come on this trip,’ she interrupted him suddenly, one day when he was talking to her of some restaurant he had just heard of ‘I wish you’d get someone else to go with you.’

He looked at her blankly. She was startled at what she had said and her lips trembled a little.

‘Why, what’s the matter?’

Nothing’s the matter. I don’t feel like it. I want to be by myself for a bit.’

‘Are you ill?’

She saw the sudden fear in his eyes. His concern drove her beyond her endurance.

‘No. I’ve never been better in my life. I’m in love.’

‘You? Whom with?’

‘Gerry’

He looked at her in amazement. He could not believe his ears. She mistook his expression.

‘It’s no good blaming me. I can’t help it. He’s going away in a few weeks. I’m not going to waste the little time he has left.’ He burst out laughing. ‘Margery, how can you make such a damned fool of yourself? You’re old enough to be his mother.’ She flushed.

‘He’s just as much in love with me as I am with him.’

‘Has he told you so?’

‘A thousand times.’

‘He’s a bloody liar, that’s all.’

He chuckled. His fat stomach rippled with mirth. He thought it a huge joke. I daresay Charlie did not treat his wife in the proper way. Janet seemed to think he should have been tender and compassionate.
He should have understood. 
I saw the scene that was in her mind’s eye, the stiff upper lip, the silent sorrow, and the final renunciation. Women are always sensitive to the beauty of the self-sacrifice of others. Janet would have sympathized also if he had flown into a violent passion, broken one or two pieces of furniture (which he would have had to replace), or given Margery a sock in the jaw. But to laugh at her was unpardonable. I did not point out that it is very difficult for a rather stout and not very tall professor of pathology, aged fifty-five, to act all of a sudden like a cave-man. Anyhow, the excursion to Holland was given up and the Bishops stayed in London through August. They were not very happy. They lunched and dined together every day because they had been in the habit of doing so for so many years and the rest of the time Margery spent with Gerry. The hours she passed with him made up for all she had to put up with and she had to put up with a good deal. Charlie had a ribald and sarcastic humour and he made himself very funny at her expense and at Gerry’s. He persisted in refusing to take the matter seriously. He was vexed with Margery for being so silly, but apparently it never occurred to him that she might have been unfaithful to him. I commented upon this to Janet.

‘He never suspected it even,’ she said. ‘He knew Margery much too well.’ The weeks passed and at last Gerry sailed. He went from Tilbury and Margery saw him off. When she came back she cried for forty-eight hours. Charlie watched her with increasing exasperation. His nerves were much frayed.

‘Look here, Margery,’ he said at last, ‘I’ve been very patient with you, but now you must pull yourself together. This is getting past a joke.’

‘Why can’t you leave me alone?’ she cried. ‘I’ve lost everything that made life lovely to me.’

‘Don’t be such a fool,’ he said.

I do not know what else he said. But he was unwise enough to tell her what he thought of Gerry and I gather that the picture he drew was virulent. It started the first violent scene they had ever had. She had borne Charlie’s jibes when she knew that she would see Gerry in an hour or next day, but now that she had lost him for ever she could bear them no longer. She had held herself in for weeks: now she flung her self-control to the winds. Perhaps she never knew exactly what she said to Charlie. He had always been irascible and at last he hit her. They were both frightened when he had. He seized a hat and flung out of the flat. During all that miserable time they had shared the same bed, but when he came back, in the middle of the night, he found that she had made herself up a shake-down on the sofa in the sitting-room.

‘You can’t sleep there,’ he said. ‘Don’t be so silly. Come to bed.’

‘No, I won’t, let me alone.’

For the rest of the night they wrangled, but she had her way and now made up her bed every night on the sofa. But in that tiny flat they could not get away from one another; they could not even get out of sight or out of hearing of one another. They had lived in such intimacy for so many years that it was an instinct for them to be together. He tried to reason with her. He thought her incredibly stupid and argued with her interminably in the effort to show her how wrong-headed she was. He could not leave her alone. He would not let her sleep, and he talked half through the night till they were both exhausted.

He thought he could talk her out of love. For two or three days at a time they would not speak to one another. Then one day, coming home, he found her crying bitterly; the sight of her tears distracted him; he told her how much he loved her and sought to move her by the recollection of all the happy years they had spent together. He wanted to let bygones be bygones. He promised never to refer to Gerry again. Could they not forget the nightmare they had been through? But the thought of all that a reconciliation implied revolted her. She told him she had a racking headache and asked him to give her a sleeping draught. She pretended to be still asleep when he went out next morning, but the moment he was gone she packed up her things and left. She had a few trinkets that she had inherited and by selling them she got a little money. She took a room at a cheap boarding-house and kept her address a secret from Charlie.

It was when he found she had left him that he went all to pieces. The shock of her flight broke him. He told Janet that his loneliness was intolerable. He wrote to Margery imploring her to come back, and asked Janet to intercede for him; he was willing to promise anything; he abased himself Margery was obdurate. Do you think she’ll ever go back?’ I asked Janet.

‘She says not.’

I had to leave then, for it was nearly half past one and I was bound for the other end of London.

Two or three days later I got a telephone message from Margery asking if I could see her. She suggested coming to my rooms. I asked her to tea. I tried to be nice to her; her affairs were no business of mine, but in my heart I thought her a very silly woman and I dare say my manner was cold. She had never been handsome and the passing years had changed her little. She had still those fine dark eyes and her face was astonishingly unlined. She was very simply dressed and if she wore make-up it was so cunningly put on that I did not perceive it. She had still the charm she had always had of perfect naturalness and of a kindly humour.

‘I want you to do something for me if you will,’ she began without beating about the bush.

‘What is it?’

‘Charlie is leaving the Marshes today and going back to the flat. I’m afraid his first few days there will be rather difficult; it would be awfully nice of you if you’d ask him to dinner or something.’

‘I’ll have a look at my book.’

‘I’m told he’s been drinking heavily. It’s such a pity. I wish you could give him a hint.’

‘I understand he’s had some domestic worries of late,’ I said, perhaps acidly. Margery flushed. She gave me a pained look. She winced as though I had struck her.

‘Of course you’ve known him ever so much longer than you’ve known me. It’s natural that you should take his part.’

‘My dear, to tell you the truth I’ve known him all these years chiefly on your account. I have never very much liked him, but I thought you were awfully nice.’

She smiled at me and her smile was very sweet. She knew that I meant what I said.

Do you think I was a good wife to him?’

‘Perfect.’

‘He used to put people’s backs up. A lot of people didn’t like him, but I never found him difficult.’

‘He was awfully fond of you.’

‘I know. We had a wonderful time together. For sixteen years we were perfectly happy.’ She paused and looked down. ‘I had to leave him. It became quite impossible. That cat-and-dog life we were leading was too awful.’

‘I never see why two persons should go on living together if they don’t want to.’

‘You see, it was awful for us. We’d always lived in such close intimacy. We could never get away from one another. At the end I hated the sight of him.’

‘I don’t suppose the situation was easy for either of you.’

‘It wasn’t my fault that I fell in love. You see, it was quite a different love from the one I’d felt for Charlie. There was always something maternal in that and protective. I was so much more reasonable than he was. He was unmanageable, but I could always manage him. Gerry was different.’ Her voice grew soft and her face was transfigured with glory. ‘He gave me back my youth. I was a girl to him and I could depend on his strength and be safe in his care.’

‘He seemed to me a very nice lad,’ I said slowly. ‘I imagine he’ll do well. He was very young for the job he had when I ran across him. He’s only twenty-nine now, isn’t he?’

She smiled softly. She knew quite well what I meant.

‘I never made any secret of my age to him. He says it doesn’t matter.’

I knew this was true. She was not the woman to have lied about her age. She had found a sort of fierce delight in telling him the truth about herself ‘How old are you?’

Torty-four.’

‘What are you going to do now?’

‘I’ve written to Gerry and told him I’ve left Charlie. As soon as I hear from him I’m going out to join him.’ I was staggered.

‘You know, it’s a very primitive little colony he’s living in. I’m afraid you’ll find your position rather awkward.’

‘He made me promise that if I found my life impossible after he left I’d go to him.’

‘Are you sure you’re wise to attach so much importance to the things a young man says when he’s in love?’

Again that really beautiful look of exaltation came into her face. ‘Yes, when the young man happens to be Gerry.’

My heart sank. I was silent for a moment. Then I told her the story of the road Gerry Morton had built. I dramatized it, and I think I made it rather effective.