But there was the money, the price of deliverance, and now I must
explain the circumstances. The piano was an exceedingly good one which
I had bought on the hire system long ago at the second-hand price of
£40. I had presented it to her on some anniversary and thenceforward
never thought of it as mine, never regarded it as a possible means
of raising money for my needs. And here it had been the saving of a
very bad situation, for although my experience was still green I dimly
understood that the hour of deliverance was at hand. The side-issue
of the terribly low figure for which that beautiful instrument was
pledged--which if not repaid within a year would mean its loss--did
touch me rather sharply, but I could not stop to think of that, nor
could I be ungrateful enough to suggest to my wife that she might have
done better, remembering her experience. Also I felt that in a year,
who knew, I might happen on something which would enable me to redeem
the piano.
So I had the price, and secure in that knowledge I went to bed
and slept very soundly, no thought of the proceedings after the
preliminary payment occasioning me the slightest uneasiness. And it
was with a light heart that I rose early in the morning to complete
the clearing up of my wrecked ship, to put, in fact, my house in order
against what I dimly foresaw would be the next step, the visit of the
official assessor whose duty it would be to estimate the whole of my
possessions, with the exceptions of tools and an irreducible minimum of
clothing and bedding, not bedsteads. By eleven o'clock I had made the
poor place look quite respectable and hurried off, leaving, as a last
message, instructions to my wife to dispose of our fowls for what they
would fetch. We had bred them ourselves, and they had been a source of
great pleasure to us and profit to the children, for they responded
liberally in the matter of eggs. There were twenty-five of them
altogether, beautiful birds of no particular breed, and all pets. I may
as well finish off this particular transaction by saying that during
the day they were sold _en bloc_ for eighteen shillings, although any
one of them would have cost three shillings dead had I been a buyer.
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