The Pretty Lady eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about The Pretty Lady.

The Pretty Lady eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 303 pages of information about The Pretty Lady.

“Oh!  It’s not that,” said G.J. carelessly.  “I expect you can manage all right.”

“Oh!” cried she.  “I know how you feel about it, sir, and I’m very sorry.  And at best it’s bound to be highly inconvenient for a gentleman like yourself, sir.  I said to Braiding, ’You’re taking advantage of Mr. Hoape’s good nature,’ that’s what I said to Braiding, and he couldn’t deny it.  However, sir, if you’ll be so good as to let me try what I can do by myself—­”

“I tell you that’ll be all right,” he stopped her.

Braiding, his mainstay, was irrevocably gone.  He realised that, and it was a severe blow.  He must accept it.  As for Mrs. Braiding managing, she would manage in a kind of way, but the risks to Regency furniture and china would be grave.  She did not understand Regency furniture and china as Braiding did; no woman could.  Braiding had been as much a “find” as the dome bed or the unique bookcase which bore the names of “Homer” and “Virgil” in bronze characters on its outer wings.  Also, G.J. had a hundred little ways about neckties and about trouser-stretching which he, G.J., would have to teach Mrs. Braiding.  Still the war ...

When she was gone he stood up and brushed the crumbs from his dressing-gown, and emitted a short, harsh laugh.  He was laughing at himself.  Regency furniture and china!  Neckties!  Trouser-stretching!  In the next room was a youngish woman whose minstrel boy to the war had gone—­gone, though he might be only in the next street!  And had she said a word about her feelings as a wife?  Not a word!  But dozens of words about the inconvenience to the god-like employer!  She had apologised to him because Braiding had departed to save the Empire without first asking his permission.  It was not merely astounding—­it flabbergasted.  He had always felt that there was something fundamentally wrong in the social fabric, and he had long had a preoccupation to the effect that it was his business, his, to take a share in finding out what was wrong and in discovering and applying a cure.  This preoccupation had worried him, scarcely perceptibly, like the delicate oncoming of neuralgia.  There must be something wrong when a member of one class would behave to a member of another class as Mrs. Braiding behaved to him—­without protest from him.

“Mrs. Braiding!” he called out.

“Yes, sir.”  She almost ran back into the drawing-room.

“When shall you be seeing your husband?” At least he would remind her that she had a husband.

“I haven’t an idea, sir.”

“Well, when you do, tell him that I want to speak to him; and you can tell him I shall pay you half his wages in addition to your own.”

Her gratitude filled him with secret fury.

He said to himself: 

“Futile—­these grand gestures about wages.”

Chapter 8

BOOTS

In the very small hall G.J. gazed at himself in the mirror that was nearly as large as the bathroom door, to which it was attached, and which it ingeniously masked.

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