The Price of Love eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 423 pages of information about The Price of Love.

The Price of Love eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 423 pages of information about The Price of Love.

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The Five Towns Hotel stood theoretically in the borough of Hanbridge, but in fact it was in neither Hanbridge nor Knype, but “opposite Knype station,” on the quiet side of Knype station, far away from any urban traffic; the gross roar of the electric trams running between Knype and Hanbridge could not be heard from the great portico of the hotel.  It is true that the hotel primarily existed on its proximity to the railway centre of the Five Towns.  But it had outgrown its historic origin, and would have moderately flourished even had the North Staffordshire railway been annihilated.  By its sober grandeur and its excellent cooking it had taken its place as the first hotel in the district.  It had actually no rival.  Heroic, sublime efforts had been made in the centre of Hanbridge to overthrow the pre-eminence of the Five Towns Hotel.  The forlorn result of one of these efforts—­so immense was it!—­had been bought by the municipality and turned into a Town Hall—­supreme instance of the Five Towns’ habit of “making things do!” No effort succeeded.  Men would still travel from the ends of the Five Towns to the bar, the billiard-rooms, the banqueting-halls of the Five Towns Hotel, where every public or semi-public ceremonial that included conviviality was obliged to happen if it truly respected itself.

The Five Towns Hotel had made fortunes, and still made them.  It was large and imposing and sombre.  The architect, who knew his business, had designed staircases, corridors, and accidental alcoves on the scale of a palace; so that privacy amid publicity could always be found within its walls.  It was superficially old-fashioned, and in reality modern.  It had a genuine chef, with sub-chefs, good waiters whose sole weakness was linguistic, and an apartment of carven oak with a vast counterfeit eye that looked down on you from the ceiling.  It was ready for anything—­a reception to celebrate the nuptials of a maid, a lunch to a Cabinet Minister with an axe to grind in the district, or a sale by auction of house-property with wine ad libitum to encourage bids.

But its chief social use was perhaps as a retreat for men who were tired of a world inhabited by two sexes.  Sundry of the great hotels of Britain have forgotten this ancient function, and are as full of frills, laces, colour, and soft giggles as a London restaurant, so that in Manchester, Liverpool, and Glasgow a man in these days has no safe retreat except the gloominess of a provincial club.  The Five Towns Hotel has held fast to old tradition in this respect.  Ladies were certainly now and then to be seen there, for it was a hotel and as such enjoyed much custom.  But in the main it resembled a monastery.  Men breathed with a new freedom as they entered it.  Commandments reigned there, and their authority was enforced; but they were not precisely the tables of Moses.  The enormous pretence which men practise

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