English fiction -- 20th century; Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Short stories, English
“Simply maddening,” cried Blanche, laughing. “And you say you’ve no
ideas.” She raised her brown eyes to heaven. “And now that’s settled. By
the way, never open your mouth while you’re in the place. Always wait
till——”
“Don’t you worry,” said Titus. “I don’t want to be assaulted before my
time. No _viva voces_ for me. They can bite the opinion if they like,
but——”
“They’re more likely to have it framed,” said Mrs. Cheviot.
The lady was perfectly right.
At the end of three weeks Blanche and Titus, who were booked up for six,
put up their fees, charging seventy guineas a room, if the house was in
town, and regretfully refusing to visit the country unless they were
asked to survey at least three rooms.
Audacity, Carelessness up, always wins.
Business at 68, Old Bond Street, actually increased.
The stalls began to be constantly occupied by patrons who were waiting
to occupy the bench. Among them was Mrs. Drinkabeer Stoat, who, somewhat
disconcerted by the reflection that, if necessary, about five thousand
people could prove that the cipher upon her drawing-room ceiling had
cost but fifty guineas, hastened to request that her hall and
dining-room might be surveyed forthwith.
Firms of decorators who had at first been plainly contemptuous changed
their coats forthwith and began to remember ‘Cheviot’s’ in their
prayers.
The weather becoming hot, the great fireplace was replaced by an oriel
out of whose leaded casements was plainly visible a blue and sunlit sky.
Its deep window-seat was laden with cushions of powder-blue. The
mountainous chair and its henchmen had gone with the fireplace, to be
replaced by a fair ‘gate’ table, which the footman laid for lunch and
later for tea. From six o’clock the gleaming paraphernalia of cocktails
burdened the board. With the approach of evening the window was not
illuminated: only the sky beyond became suffused with the glory of some
sinking sun. Even the open book, which declared its legend from the
floor, was sacrificed to this effect, which attracted much well-deserved
attention and was commended by several newspapers.
Early in September the Cheviots raised their fee to a hundred guineas
and declined to go into the country to survey less than five rooms,
_three of which_, said their gracious intimation, _may be in one house
and two in another not more than ten miles distant_.
By the end of the month they were making four thousand a week.
The two worked hard, employing five secretaries.
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