The barrier that divided the little post-and-telegraph-office from the
grocery was a frail structure of wood and wire; but the social, the
professional separation was a gulf that fortune, by a stroke quite
remarkable, had spared her the necessity of contributing at all
publicly to bridge. When Mr. Cocker’s young men stepped over from
behind the other counter to change a five-pound note—and Mr. Cocker’s
situation, with the cream of the “Court Guide” and the dearest
furnished apartments, Simpkin’s, Ladle’s, Thrupp’s, just round the
corner, was so select that his place was quite pervaded by the crisp
rustle of these emblems—she pushed out the sovereigns as if the
applicant were no more to her than one of the momentary, the
practically featureless, appearances in the great procession; and this
perhaps all the more from the very fact of the connexion (only
recognised outside indeed) to which she had lent herself with
ridiculous inconsequence. She recognised the others the less because
she had at last so unreservedly, so irredeemably, recognised Mr. Mudge.
However that might be, she was a little ashamed of having to admit to
herself that Mr. Mudge’s removal to a higher sphere—to a more
commanding position, that is, though to a much lower
neighbourhood—would have been described still better as a luxury than
as the mere simplification, the corrected awkwardness, that she
contented herself with calling it. He had at any rate ceased to be all
day long in her eyes, and this left something a little fresh for them
to rest on of a Sunday. During the three months of his happy survival
at Cocker’s after her consent to their engagement she had often asked
herself what it was marriage would be able to add to a familiarity that
seemed already to have scraped the platter so clean. Opposite there,
behind the counter of which his superior stature, his whiter apron, his
more clustering curls and more present, too present, _h_’s had been for
a couple of years the principal ornament, he had moved to and fro
before her as on the small sanded floor of their contracted future. She
was conscious now of the improvement of not having to take her present
and her future at once. They were about as much as she could manage
when taken separate.
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