BURIED ALIVE A Tale of These Days BY ARNOLD BENNETT To JOHN FREDERICK FARRAR M.R.C.S., L.R.C.P. MY COLLABORATOR IN THIS AND MANY OTHER BOOKS A GRATEFUL EXPRESSION OF OLD-ESTABLISHED REGARD CONTENTS I. THE PUCE DRESSING-GOWN II. A PAIL III. THE PHOTOGRAPH IV. A SCOOP V. ALICE ON HOTELS VI. A PUTNEY MORNING VII. THE CONFESSION VIII. AN INVASION IX. A GLOSSY MALE X. THE SECRET XI. AN ESCAPE XII. ALICE'S PERFORMANCES CHAPTER I _The Puce Dressing-gown_ The peculiar angle of the earth's axis to the plane of the ecliptic-- that angle which is chiefly responsible for our geography and therefore for our history--had caused the phenomenon known in London as summer. The whizzing globe happened to have turned its most civilized face away from the sun, thus producing night in Selwood Terrace, South Kensington. In No. 91 Selwood Terrace two lights, on the ground-floor and on the first-floor, were silently proving that man's ingenuity can outwit nature's. No. 91 was one of about ten thousand similar houses between South Kensington Station and North End Road. With its grimy stucco front, its cellar kitchen, its hundred stairs and steps, its perfect inconvenience, and its conscience heavy with the doing to death of sundry general servants, it uplifted tin chimney-cowls to heaven and gloomily awaited the day of judgment for London houses, sublimely ignoring the axial and orbital velocities of the earth and even the reckless flight of the whole solar system through space. You felt that No. 91 was unhappy, and that it could only be rendered happy by a 'To let' standard in its front patch and a 'No bottles' card in its cellar-windows. It possessed neither of these specifics. Though of late generally empty, it was never untenanted. In the entire course of its genteel and commodious career it had never once been to let. Go inside, and breathe its atmosphere of a bored house that is generally empty yet never untenanted. All its twelve rooms dark and forlorn, save two; its cellar kitchen dark and forlorn; just these two rooms, one on the top of the other like boxes, pitifully struggling against the inveterate gloom of the remaining ten! Stand in the dark hall and get this atmosphere into your lungs.