Some Do Not … Ford Madox Ford (top ten ebook reader TXT) 📖

The General said:

“Then I’ll take it that you tell me a lie meaning me to know that it’s a lie. That’s quite proper. I take it you mean to keep the woman officially out of it. But look here, Chrissie”⁠—his tone took a deeper seriousness⁠—“If the woman that’s come between you and Sylvia⁠—that’s broken up your home, damn it, for that’s what it is!⁠—is little Miss Wannop⁠ ⁠…”

“Her name was Julia Mandelstein,” Tietjens said.

The General said:

“Yes! Yes! Of course!⁠ ⁠… But if it is the little Wannop girl and it’s not gone too far.⁠ ⁠… Put her back.⁠ ⁠… Put her back, as you used to be a good boy! It would be too hard on the mother⁠ ⁠…”

Tietjens said:

“General! I give you my word⁠ ⁠…”

The General said:

“I’m not asking any questions, my boy; I’m talking now. You’ve told me the story you want told and it’s the story I’ll tell for you! But that little piece is⁠ ⁠… she used to be!⁠ ⁠… as straight as a die. I daresay you know better than I. Of course when they get among the wild women there’s no knowing what happens to them. They say they’re all whores.⁠ ⁠… I beg your pardon, if you like the girl⁠ ⁠…”

“Is Miss Wannop,” Tietjens asked, “the girl who demonstrates?”

“Sandbach said,” the General went on, “that he couldn’t see from where he was whether that girl was the same as the one in the Haymarket. But he thought it was.⁠ ⁠… He was pretty certain.”

“As he’s married your sister,” Tietjens said, “one can’t impugn his taste in women.”

“I say again, I’m not asking,” the General said. “But I do say again too: put her back. Her father was a great friend of your father’s: or your father was a great admirer of his. They say he was the most brilliant brain of the party.”

“Of course I know who Professor Wannop was,” Tietjens said. “There’s nothing you could tell me about him.”

“I daresay not,” the General said drily. “Then you know that he didn’t leave a farthing when he died and the rotten Liberal Government wouldn’t put his wife and children on the Civil List because he’d sometimes written for a Tory paper. And you know that the mother has had a deuced hard row to hoe and has only just turned the corner. If she can be said to have turned it. I know Claudine takes them all the peaches she can cadge out of Paul’s gardener.”

Tietjens was about to say that Mrs. Wannop, the mother, had written the only novel worth reading since the eighteenth century.⁠ ⁠… But the General went on:

“Listen to me, my boy.⁠ ⁠… If you can’t get on without women⁠ ⁠… I should have thought Sylvia was good enough. But I know what we men are.⁠ ⁠… I don’t set up to be a saint. I heard a woman in the promenade of the Empire say once that it was the likes of them that saved the lives and figures of all the virtuous women of the country. And I daresay it’s true.⁠ ⁠… But choose a girl that you can set up in a tobacco shop and do your courting in the back parlour. Not in the Haymarket.⁠ ⁠… Heaven knows if you can afford it. That’s your affair. You appear to have been sold up. And from what Sylvia’s let drop to Claudine⁠ ⁠…”

“I don’t believe,” Tietjens said, “that Sylvia’s said anything to Lady Claudine⁠ ⁠… She’s too straight.”

“I didn’t say ‘said,’ ” the General exclaimed, “I particularly said ‘let drop.’ And perhaps I oughtn’t to have said as much as that, but you know what devils for ferreting out women are. And Claudine’s worse than any woman I ever knew⁠ ⁠…”

“And, of course, she’s had Sandbach to help,” Tietjens said.

“Oh, that fellow’s worse than any woman,” the General exclaimed.

“Then what does the whole indictment amount to?” Tietjens asked.

“Oh, hang it,” the General brought out, “I’m not a beastly detective, I only want a plausible story to tell Claudine. Or not even plausible. An obvious lie as long as it shows you’re not flying in the face of society⁠—as walking up the Haymarket with the little Wannop when your wife’s left you because of her would be.”

“What does it amount to?” Tietjens said patiently. “What Sylvia ‘let drop’?”

“Only,” the General answered, “that you are⁠—that your views are⁠—immoral. Of course they often puzzle me. And, of course, if you have views that aren’t the same as other people’s, and don’t keep them to yourself, other people will suspect you of immorality. That’s what put Paul Sandbach on your track!⁠ ⁠… and that you’re extravagant.⁠ ⁠… Oh, hang it.⁠ ⁠… Eternal hansoms, and taxis and telegrams⁠ ⁠… You know, my boy, times aren’t what they were when your father and I married. We used to say you could do it on five hundred a year as a younger son.⁠ ⁠… And then this girl too⁠ ⁠…” His voice took on a more agitated note of shyness⁠—pain.⁠ ⁠… “It probably hadn’t occurred to you.⁠ ⁠… But, of course, Sylvia has an income of her own.⁠ ⁠… And, don’t you see⁠ ⁠… if you outrun the constable and⁠ ⁠… In short, you’re spending Sylvia’s money on the other girl, and that’s what people can’t stand.” He added quickly: “I’m bound to say that Mrs. Satterthwaite backs you through thick and thin. Thick and thin! Claudine wrote to her. But you know what women are with a handsome son-in-law that’s always polite to them. But I may tell you that but for your mother-in-law, Claudine would have cut you out of her visiting list months ago. And you’d have been cut out of some others too⁠ ⁠…”

Tietjens said:

“Thanks. I think that’s enough to go on with.⁠ ⁠… Give me a couple of minutes to reflect on what you’ve said⁠ ⁠…”

“I’ll wash my hands and change my coat,” the General said with intense relief.

At the end of two minutes Tietjens said:

“No; I don’t see that there is anything I want to say.” The General exclaimed with enthusiasm:

“That’s my good lad! Open confession is next to reform.⁠ ⁠… And⁠ ⁠… and try to be more respectful