In the Cage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 134 pages of information about In the Cage.

In the Cage eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 134 pages of information about In the Cage.
There were times when she wondered how in the world she could “put up with” him, how she could put up with any man so smugly unconscious of the immensity of her difference.  It was just for this difference that, if she was to be liked at all, she wanted to be liked, and if that was not the source of Mr. Mudge’s admiration, she asked herself what on earth could be?  She was not different only at one point, she was different all round; unless perhaps indeed in being practically human, which her mind just barely recognised that he also was.  She would have made tremendous concessions in other quarters:  there was no limit for instance to those she would have made to Captain Everard; but what I have named was the most she was prepared to do for Mr. Mudge.  It was because he was different that, in the oddest way, she liked as well as deplored him; which was after all a proof that the disparity, should they frankly recognise it, wouldn’t necessarily be fatal.  She felt that, oleaginous—­too oleaginous—­as he was, he was somehow comparatively primitive:  she had once, during the portion of his time at Cocker’s that had overlapped her own, seen him collar a drunken soldier, a big violent man who, having come in with a mate to get a postal-order cashed, had made a grab at the money before his friend could reach it and had so determined, among the hams and cheeses and the lodgers from Thrupp’s, immediate and alarming reprisals, a scene of scandal and consternation.  Mr. Buckton and the counter-clerk had crouched within the cage, but Mr. Mudge had, with a very quiet but very quick step round the counter, an air of masterful authority she shouldn’t soon forget, triumphantly interposed in the scrimmage, parted the combatants and shaken the delinquent in his skin.  She had been proud of him at that moment, and had felt that if their affair had not already been settled the neatness of his execution would have left her without resistance.

Their affair had been settled by other things:  by the evident sincerity of his passion and by the sense that his high white apron resembled a front of many floors.  It had gone a great way with her that he would build up a business to his chin, which he carried quite in the air.  This could only be a question of time; he would have all Piccadilly in the pen behind his ear.  That was a merit in itself for a girl who had known what she had known.  There were hours at which she even found him good-looking, though, frankly there could be no crown for her effort to imagine on the part of the tailor or the barber some such treatment of his appearance as would make him resemble even remotely a man of the world.  His very beauty was the beauty of a grocer, and the finest future would offer it none too much room consistently to develop.  She had engaged herself in short to the perfection of a type, and almost anything square and smooth and whole had its weight for a person still conscious herself of being a mere bruised fragment

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