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.

She started in good time because she wanted to walk without hurry, and to ponder.  The morning, though imperfect and sunless, had in it some quality of the spring, which the buoyant youth of Rachel instantly discovered and tasted in triumph.  Moreover, the spirit of a festival was abroad, and visible in the costume and faces of passers-by; and it was the first festival of the year.  Rachel responded to it eagerly, mingling her happiness with the general exultation.  She was intensely, unreasonably happy.  She knew that she was unreasonably happy; and she did not mind.

When she turned into Friendly Street the big black double gates of the works were shut, but in one of them a little door stood ajar.  She pushed it, stooped, and entered the twilight of the archway.  The office door was shut.  She walked uncertain up the archway into the yard, and through a dirty window on her left she could dimly discern a man gesticulating.  She decided that he must be Horrocleave.  She hesitated, and then, slightly confused, thought, “Perhaps I’d better go back to the archway and knock at the office door.”

III

In the inner office, among art-lustre ware, ink-stained wood, dusty papers, and dirt, Jim Horrocleave banged down a petty-cash book on to Louis’ desk.  His hat was at the back of his head, and his eyes blazed at Louis, who stood somewhat limply, with a hesitant, foolish, faint smile on his face.

“That’s enough!” said Horrocleave fiercely.  “I haven’t had patience to go all through it.  But that’s enough.  I needn’t tell ye I suspected ye last year, but ye put me off.  And I was too busy to take the trouble to go into it.  However, I’ve had a fair chance while you’ve been away.”  He gave a sneering laugh.  “I’ll tell ye what put me on to ye again, if you’ve a mind to know.  The weekly expenses went down as soon as ye thought I had suspicions.  Ye weren’t clever enough to keep ’em up.  Well, what have ye got to say for yeself, seeing ye are on yer way to America?”

“I never meant to go to America,” said Louis.  “Why should I go to America?”

“Ask me another.  Then ye confess?”

“I don’t,” said Louis.

“Oh!  Ye don’t!” Horrocleave sat down and put his hands on his outstretched knees.

“There may be mistakes in the petty-cash book.  I don’t say there aren’t.  Any one who keeps a petty-cash book stands to lose.  If he’s too busy at the moment to enter up a payment, he may forget it—­and there you are!  He’s out of pocket.  Of course,” Louis added, with a certain loftiness, “as you’re making a fuss about it I’ll pay up for anything that’s wrong ... whatever the sum is.  If you make it out to be a hundred pounds I’ll pay up.”

Horrocleave growled:  “Oh, so ye’ll pay up, will ye?  And suppose I won’t let ye pay up?  What shall ye do then?”

Louis, now quite convinced that Horrocleave was only bullying retorted, calmly: 

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