The Small House at Allington by Anthony Trollope (the kiss of deception read online txt) 📕

well for you to say that. But we women know what such compliments as those mean;⁠—don’t we, Miss Spruce? A woman that’s been married five years as I have⁠—or I may say six⁠—doesn’t expect much attention from young men. And though I was young when I married⁠—young in years, that is⁠—I’d seen too much and gone through too much to be young in heart.” This she said almost in a whisper; but Miss Spruce heard it, and was confirmed in her belief that Burton Crescent was no longer respectable.

“I don’t know what you were then, Mrs. Lupex,” said Eames; “but you’re young enough now for anything.”

“Mr. Eames, I’d sell all that remains of my youth at a cheap rate⁠—at a very cheap rate, if I could only be sure of⁠—”

“Sure of what, Mrs. Lupex?”

“The undivided affection of the one person that I loved. That is all that is necessary to a woman’s happiness.”

“And isn’t Lupex⁠—”

“Lupex! But, hush, never mind. I should not have allowed myself to be betrayed into an expression of feeling. Here’s your friend Mr. Cradell. Do you know I sometimes wonder what you find in that man to be so fond of him.” Miss Spruce saw it all, and heard it all, and positively resolved upon moving herself to those two small rooms at Dulwich.

Hardly a word was exchanged between Amelia and Eames before dinner. Amelia still devoted herself to Cradell, and Johnny saw that that arrow, if it should be needed, would be a strong weapon. Mrs. Roper they found seated at her place at the dining-table, and Eames could perceive the traces of her tears. Poor woman! Few positions in life could be harder to bear than hers! To be ever tugging at others for money that they could not pay; to be ever tugged at for money which she could not pay; to desire respectability for its own sake, but to be driven to confess that it was a luxury beyond her means; to put up with disreputable belongings for the sake of lucre, and then not to get the lucre, but be driven to feel that she was ruined by the attempt! How many Mrs. Ropers there are who from year to year sink down and fall away, and no one knows whither they betake themselves! One fancies that one sees them from time to time at the corners of the streets in battered bonnets and thin gowns, with the tattered remnants of old shawls upon their shoulders, still looking as though they had within them a faint remembrance of long-distant respectability. With anxious eyes they peer about, as though searching in the streets for other lodgers. Where do they get their daily morsels of bread, and their poor cups of thin tea⁠—their cups of thin tea, with perhaps a pennyworth of gin added to it, if Providence be good! Of this state of things Mrs. Roper had a lively appreciation, and now, poor woman, she feared that she was reaching it, by the aid of the Lupexes. On the present occasion she carved her joint of meat in silence, and sent out her slices to the good guests that would leave her, and to the bad guests that would remain, with apathetic impartiality. What was the use now of doing favour to one lodger or disfavour to another? Let them take their mutton⁠—they who would pay for it and they who would not. She would not have the carving of many more joints in that house if Chumpend acted up to all the threats which he had uttered to her that morning.

The reader may, perhaps, remember the little back room behind the dining parlour. A description was given in some former pages of an interview which was held between Amelia and her lover. It was in that room that all the interviews of Mrs. Roper’s establishment had their existence. A special room for interviews is necessary in all households of a mixed nature. If a man lives alone with his wife, he can have his interviews where he pleases. Sons and daughters, even when they are grown up, hardly create the necessity of an interview-chamber, though some such need may be felt if the daughters are marriageable and independent in their natures. But when the family becomes more complicated than this, if an extra young man be introduced, or an aunt comes into residence, or grown-up children by a former wife interfere with the domestic simplicity, then such accommodation becomes quite indispensable. No woman would think of taking in lodgers without such a room; and this room there was at Mrs. Roper’s, very small and dingy, but still sufficient⁠—just behind the dining parlour and opposite to the kitchen stairs. Hither, after dinner, Amelia was summoned. She had just seated herself between Mrs. Lupex and Miss Spruce, ready to do battle with the former because she would stay, and with the latter because she would go, when she was called out by the servant girl.

“Miss Mealyer, Miss Mealyer⁠—sh⁠—sh⁠—sh!” And Amelia, looking round, saw a large red hand beckoning to her. “He’s down there,” said Jemima, as soon as her young mistress had joined her, “and wants to see you most partic’lar.”

“Which of ’em?” asked Amelia, in a whisper.

“Why, Mr. Heames, to be sure. Don’t you go and have anythink to say to the other one, Miss Mealyer, pray don’t; he ain’t no good; he ain’t indeed.”

Amelia stood still for a moment on the landing, calculating whether it would be well for her to have the interview, or well to decline it. Her objects were two;⁠—or, rather, her object was in its nature twofold. She was, naturally, anxious to drive John Eames to desperation; and anxious also, by some slight added artifice, to make sure of Cradell if Eames’s desperation did not have a very speedy effect. She agreed with Jemima’s criticism in the main, but she did not go quite so far as to think that Cradell was no good at all. Let it be Eames, if Eames were possible; but let the other