He looked up from time to time, but the questions he put barely
interrupted my reverie. I stared at the fire in the pretty old-fashioned
grate. He had no gas up there; his cardboard lamp-shade, green outside
and a little heat-browned inside, stood on a chenille-clothed table; and
he had given the shade a tilt for his convenience in reading. Thus the
fireplace end of the room lay in a sort of irregular parabola of
illumination. There were bright circles on the ceiling above the chimney
of the lamp; then came spaces of cosy gloom; and below, in the pleasant
light, were his arm-chairs, his small book-shelf, and, the rail of it
catching the firelight, his high perforated brass fender. In the middle
of a great cam of light that lay over the dimity-papered wall between
his sitting and bed rooms, his dressing-gown, hanging from a hook in the
bedroom door, made a grotesquely human-shaped shadow.
By-and-by, with the book on his knee and his eyes still fixed on it,
Archie began mechanically to unlace his boots. I looked up as he
reached for his slippers, and then resumed my reverie.
I was glad that Kitty Windus, whether she realised it or not, had been
made the subject of an innocently awkward little snub. I couldn't stand
the woman. I couldn't stand it that, ignoring my existence when she
could, she spoke to me, when she did speak, with a false vivacity that
only enhanced the effect of her passing over at other times. And lest
you should think I was wasting my detestation on a rather insignificant
object, I must ask you again to remember what my days were. The whole
Scheme of Things seemed to be against me; but there is not much relief
to be had from taking a blind fling at the Scheme of Things. A man with
a grudge against the world will be very likely indeed to take that
grudge out of the nearest person. I was not prosperous enough to have
much time to waste on human charities. So, in my resentful hours, I took
it mercilessly out of one against whom, in my calmer moments, I had no
grudge except that she was not a thousand miles away. And if she had
been a thousand miles away, I should have vented my bitterness on
somebody else. I had to get rid of it somehow.
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