The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 367 pages of information about The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories.

The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 367 pages of information about The Matador of the Five Towns and Other Stories.

Thenceforward the witch without a name held continuous receptions in the boudoir, and the boudoir gradually grew into an abode of mystery and strangeness, hypnotizing the entire house.  People went thither; people came back; and those who had not been pictured to themselves something very incantatory, and little by little they made up their minds to go.  Some thought the woman excellent, others said it was all rot.  But none denied that it was interesting.  None could possibly deny that the fortune-telling had killed every other diversion provided by the hospitable Stephen and Vera (except the refreshments).  The most scornful scoffers made a concession and kindly consented to go to the boudoir.  Stephen went.  Charlie went.  Even the Mayor of Hanbridge went (not being on the borough Bench that night).

But Vera would not go.  A genuine fear was upon her.  Christmases had always been unlucky for her peace of mind.  And she was highly superstitious.  Yet she wanted to go; she was burning to go, all the while assuring her guests that nothing would induce her to go.  The party drew to a close, and pair by pair the revellers drove off, or walked, into the romantic night.  Then Stephen told Vera to give the woman half-a-sovereign and let her depart, for it was late.  And in paying the half-sovereign to the woman Vera was suddenly overcome by temptation and asked for her fortune.  The woman’s grimy simplicity, her smiling face, the commonness of her teapot, her utter unlikeness to anything in the first act of Macbeth, encouraged Vera to believe in her magic powers.  Vera’s hand trembled as, under instructions, she tipped the tea-leaves into the saucer.

“Ay!” said the witch, in broadest Staffordshire, running her objectionable hand up and down the buttons of her linsey-woolsey bodice, and gently agitating the saucer.  “Theer’s a widder theer.” [There’s a widow there.] “Yo’ll be havin’ a letter, or it mit be a talligram—­”

Vera wouldn’t hear any more.  Her one fear in life was the fear of Stephen’s death (though she did console Charlie with nice smiles and lots of tete-a-tete), and here was this fiendish witch directly foreseeing the dreadful event.

III

Every day for many days Stephen expected to have to take part in a pitched battle about the proposed balcony.  The sweet enemy, however, did not seem to be in fighting form.  It is true that she mentioned the balcony, but she mentioned it in quite a reasonable spirit.  Astounding as the statement may appear to any personal acquaintance of Vera’s, Vera showed a capacity to perceive that there were two sides to the question.  When Stephen pointed out that balconies were unsuited to the English climate, she almost agreed.  When he said that balconies were dangerous and that to have a safe one would necessitate the strengthening of the wall, she merely replied, with wonderful meekness, that she only weighed seven stone twelve.  When he informed her that the breakfast-room, already not too light, was underneath the proposed balcony, which would further darken it, she kept an angelic silence.  And when he showed her that the view from the proposed balcony would in any case be marred by the immense pall of Five Towns smoke to the south, she still kept an angelic silence.

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