Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Mothers and daughters -- Fiction; Staffordshire (England) -- Fiction; Young women -- Fiction
Hilda could tell from the movements of the vague form in the corner by
the door, and by the quality of his voice, that George Cannon was in a
state of extreme emotion. She had never known him half so moved. His
emotion excited her and flattered her. She thought how wonderful it was
that she, the shaking little girl who yesterday had run off with
fourpence to buy a meal at a tripe-shop, should be the cause of this
emotion in such a man. She thought: "My life is marvellous." She was
dizzied by the conception of the capacity of her own body and soul for
experience. No factors save her own body and soul and his had been
necessary to the bringing about of the situation. It was essential only
that the man and the woman should be together, and their companionship
would produce miracles of experience! She ceased crying. Astounding that
she had never, in George's eyes, suspected his past! It was as if he had
swiftly opened a concealed door in the house of their passion and
disclosed a vista of which she had not dreamed.
"But surely that must have been a long time ago!" she said in an
ordinary tone.
"Considering that I was twenty-two--yes!"
"Why did you leave her?"
"Why did I leave her? Because I had to! I'd gone as a clerk in a
solicitor's office in Torquay, and she was a client. She went mad about
me. I'm only telling you. She was a spinster. Had one of those big
houses high up on the hill behind the town!" He stopped; and then his
voice began to come again out of the deep shadow in the corner. "She
wanted me, and she got me. And she didn't care who knew! The wedding was
in the _Torquay Directory_. I told her I'd got no relations, and she was
jolly glad."
"But how old was she? Young?"
George sneered. "She'd never see thirty-six again, the day she was
married. Good-looking. Well-dressed. Very stylish and all that! Carried
me off my feet. Of course there was the money.... I may as well out with
it all while I'm about it! She made me an absolute present of four
thousand pounds. Insisted on doing it. I never asked. Of course I know I
married for money. It happens to youths sometimes just as it does to
girls. It may be disgusting, but not more disgusting for one than for
the other. Besides, I didn't realize it was a sale and purchase, at the
time!... Oh! And it lasted about ten days. I couldn't stand it, so I
told her so and chucked it. She began an action for restitution of
conjugal rights, but she soon tired of that. She wouldn't have her four
thousand back. Simply wouldn't! She was a terror, but I'll say that for
her. Well, I kept it. Four thousand pounds is a lot of brass. That's how
I started business in Turnhill, if you want to know!" He spoke
defiantly. "You may depend I never let on in the Five Towns about my
beautiful marriage.... That's the tale. You've got to remember I was
twenty-two!"
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