I had been about a year in the shop when I realised that I could no
longer expect to do any good whatever with the fancy department. The
Islanders had obviously no aspirations in the direction of crewel work,
applique or any other form of art embroidery. Or if they had they did
not consider that my emporium was the place to satisfy them. So I
began to face the possibility of writing off all the expenditure on
that side as a loss, and the only question was, whose? For beyond all
controversy I was now in debt--how much I would not know, dared not
contemplate. But as my picture-framing was still a going concern, and
subject to sudden spasmodic accessions of trade, I was always kept on
the tenterhooks of expectation--I dare not say hope--that one big order
might put things right. In this I was doubtless somewhat encouraged by
a sympathetic fellow-clerk, who used to suggest to me the possibility
of my getting orders for frames to be exhibited say in all the stations
from King's Cross to Aberdeen, and just for fun we often used to
speculate upon the profits to be obtained from such a contract. I knew
perfectly well that I stood not the slightest chance of getting such a
bit of fat as such a contract would be, but I felt that it cost nothing
to build a castle or two upon its possibilities, and so I did.
Indeed I wanted some romance in my grey life now, for I was getting
hemmed in on every side. The rates kept going up, the gas bills were
crushing, sickness was perennial with us owing to the bad drainage
of the house, and to make matters very much worse, the structural
conditions of the place rendered it barely habitable. The landlord
would do nothing, and I could do nothing, towards making the house fit
to live in; and in consequence, as he lived next door, our relations,
as they say in the newspapers, were strained. I blamed him then, but
now I repent that I did so, for he was a poor man also, and he must
have often felt that his rent was in the greatest danger. As indeed it
was, although I gratefully remember that I _did_ pay him all that he
was entitled to, not indeed without some slight coercion, but still I
did pay.
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