Henry Green: Loving

'Me?' Kate echoed, suddenly quiet. 'You mean on account of Paddy don't you?'

'Then there is,' Edith said. Her eyes opened wide.

'Why Edie,' Kate replied serious, 'you wouldn't ever believe that surely?'

'That's all right then.'

'Never in your life,' Kate went on. 'So you guessed?'

'It was Albert told my young ladies. That little bastard had it from Mrs Welch. There's no other word to describe the lad.'

'She calls 'im that 'erself so Jane told me. She heard her.'

'Would you believe it?' Edith murmured.

'But Paddy's not what you suppose dear,' Kate said as if she had given Edith's last remark a certain meaning. 'You've no need to bother yourself about that between Paddy an' me. I'm not goin' to have nothing don't worry. No it was everything got me down all of a sudden.'

'You weren't thinkin' of him in such a way then?'

'Well there's not much else to think of is there Edie?'

'Why he's a Roman.'

'That don't make no difference.'

'I don't suppose it should. But these Irish are not like us.'

'Once I get Paddy smartened up you'd never recognize him for one.'

'But what about his speech, Kate?'

'Yes I know that's a problem. It'll be the hardest thing to alter."

'So you are considering him?' Edith asked.

'There's nobody else. A girl gets lonely,' Kate answered beginning to cry once more. 'And I think you're not bein' gracious about it,' she added.

'There dear,' Edith said, 'you're upset.'

'Don't go,' Kate muttered between sobs.

'I'm not goin' love. You quiet yourself. Life's not easy.'

'You're tellin' me,' Kate agreed and pulled herself together to blow her nose. 'Now d'you know what's come about?'

'What's that?' Edith asked as she began to stroke her again.

'He's in a terrible state about them eggs.'

'What eggs?'

'Why the eggs you put away under waterglass in this very room,' Kate answered.

'But that was months ago. However did he come to learn?'

'It was young Albert again who else? I promise I never told 'im Dothin'. I wouldn't do such a thing. And then in addition Mr Raunce went and informed about that peacock Mrs Welch had in the larder. Oh Edie 'e got in such a state. I was frighted.'

'I'll speak of this to Charley,' Edith said grim.

'It's as you like,' Kate replied, 'but 'e worships the birds, there you are love, he fair worships 'em. There's nothing I can do. And what he's just learned has made 'im act so strange. I don't know what to think, honest I don't.'

'Then what does he say he'll do?' Edith enquired.

'Why 'e talks as if 'e was goin' to lock 'em up and never let the things out any more. Can you tell me how Mrs Tennant'll see that?'

'I'd forgotten all about those old eggs,' Edith said. Then she added in a wondering voice, 'I suppose it was me knowin' I had no more use for 'em.'

'What d'you mean no more use? You used to reckon they'd still be good for your skin even if they had been stood in that stuff.'

'Yes,' Edith said, 'it's not that I've no need any more for my face which'll still come in handy I don't doubt. But the fact is now Raunce an' me's come to an understanding I got no time for charms.'

'I shouldn't wonder if he didn't find time for yours even if you shouldn't,' Kate remarked archly.

Edith blushed.

'Look,' Kate cried and seemed far more cheery, 'you're blushin'.'

'It's not that kind you mention,' Edith said. 'I meant like crossing a gipsy's palm with silver at the fair. A charm to make you seem different,' she explained.

'Would they do the same for me d'you suppose?'

'I don't know Kate seein' I've never tried.'

'But if 'e came upon it Edie 'e'd strangle me.'

'Like little Albert did to one of his peacocks?' Edith was smiling.

'You don't know 'im Edie, there's no one could tell what action 'e'd take.'

'Why should he ever learn?' Edith asked.

'There's not much is kept mum in this house love.'

'O. K. then. But it's only the children after all, Kate, as we've found since little Albert came. They'll never discover. I shan't tell.'

'But d'you think it's real what you believed about the things?'

'There's this to it Kate. He loves the birds, you've just said so. If you used their eggs and he was ignorant then it might do something to him.'

'Just imagine me smarming that muck over my face and chest to please. What we girls do have to put up with.'

'Go on,' Edith said, 'that's nothing,' Both began to giggle. Edith put the heel of her hand up to cover her mouth. 'For land's sake,' she cried.

'And when they come at you…' Kate began then stopped. She started laughing helplessly all of a sudden. Edith joined in. Within a minute they were exchanging breathless and indistinct accounts of the antics men get up to, in between shrieks of giggling.

Later that afternoon came over dark with a storm outside. Edith had filled a polished copper jug and was hurrying down the Long Passage to lay the hot water in Mrs Jack's washbasin when she saw something move in an open doorway into the dressing room next door. She stopped dead, raised her free hand to her heart. But it was Raunce.

'You Charley,' she said low when she saw him, 'why I nearly spilled it.'

'Sorry ducks,' he answered, whispering also, 'I was only puttin' out his things.'

'Whatever for?' she asked. 'You don't do that so early do you?'

'Well if you're speaking of the hour I'll wager this hot water you're carryin' will go cold before she comes to use it.'

'There's a cover I put over the jug stupid,' she replied. 'Are you goin' to tell me you didn't know that after all the years you've been here?'

'I don't like to let you out of my sight.'

'Why Charley,' she said warm, 'you don't mean to say you've got him on your mind again?'

'Well it's not right when he might come across you in his own bedroom.'

'Have you ever heard?' she muttered in a delighted voice and went inside Mrs Jack's room. He followed after.

'I don't know,' he said, 'but I gave you a bit of a start. I saw.'

'Oh these jugs,' she began, 'they will tarnish. And when we're shorthanded like we are.'

'You give'm to me in the morning an' I'll rub'm up for you.'

'Not if you set Albert to it I won't.'

'Where did you get that notion?' he enquired. He was looking at her as he usually did nowadays, like a spaniel dog.

'I move around,' she answered.

'No. What I do for you I do for you,' he announced. 'Who'd you take me for?'

'Take you for? You're not so easily mistaken for anyone.'

'Just now,' he explained, 'you thought I was someone else.'

'You do want to know a great deal.' She was smiling. They stood close to each other. Then she reached up to finger a button on his coat. She poked at it as though at a bell. He did not seem to dare touching her.

'I'll have to be on hand each time you come up that's all,' he said.

'But what about your work?'

'Only when it's like now, when there's none of us about dear,' he appealed.

'You are silly,' she replied and gave him a quick kiss.

'But did he ever?' he asked still rigid.

'See here,' she said, 'you may have your Albert to do everything for you but I've not, I'm on my own.' She crossed over to the bed. 'Look,' she said. She took a black silk transparent nightdress out of its embroidered case. 'What d'you say to that Charley?'

He gazed, obviously struck dumb. She held it up in front of her. She put a hand in at the neck so that he could see the veiled skin. He, began to breathe heavy.

'It's wicked that's all,' he announced at last while she watched.

'What?' she echoed. 'Not more than it was with mam'selle surely?'

'Ow d'you mean Edie?'

' "There's many a time I'd give her a long bong jour,"' she quoted.

'I never,' he said and took a step forward.