Sketches in Lavender, Blue and GreenJerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
General
Sketches in Lavender, Blue and Green
Jerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
Manners and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, English
They married in due course. We were mistaken on one point. She brought
Billy nothing. But they both seemed quite content on his not too
extravagant fortune. They took a tiny house not far from Victoria
Station, and hired a brougham for the season. They did not entertain
very much, but they contrived to be seen everywhere it was right and
fashionable they should be seen. The Honourable Mrs. Drayton was a much
younger and brighter person than had been the eldest Miss Lovell, and as
she continued to dress charmingly, her social position rose rapidly.
Billy went everywhere with her, and evidently took a keen pride in her
success. It was even said that he designed her dresses for her, and I
have myself seen him earnestly studying the costumes in Russell and
Allen's windows.
The captain's prophecy remained unfulfilled. "Blase Billy"--if the name
could still be applied to him--hardly ever visited the Club after his
marriage. But I had grown to like him, and, as he had foretold, to like
his wife. I found their calm indifference to the burning questions of
the day a positive relief from the strenuous atmosphere of literary and
artistic circles. In the drawing-room of their little house in Eaton
Row, the comparative merits of George Meredith and George R. Sims were
not considered worth discussion. Both were regarded as persons who
afforded a certain amount of amusement in return for a certain amount of
cash. And on any Wednesday afternoon, Henrick Ibsen and Arthur Roberts
would have been equally welcome, as adding piquancy to the small
gathering. Had I been compelled to pass my life in such a house, this
Philistine attitude might have palled upon me; but, under the
circumstances, it refreshed me, and I made use of my welcome, which I
believe was genuine, to its full extent.
As months went by, they seemed to me to draw closer to one another,
though I am given to understand that such is not the rule in fashionable
circles. One evening I arrived a little before my time, and was shown up
into the drawing-room by the soft-footed butler. They were sitting in
the dusk with their arms round one another. It was impossible to
withdraw, so I faced the situation and coughed. A pair of middle-class
lovers could not have appeared more awkward or surprised.
But the incident established an understanding between us, and I came to
be regarded as a friend before whom there was less necessity to act.
Studying them, I came to the conclusion that the ways and manners of love
are very same-like throughout the world, as though the foolish boy,
unheedful of human advance, kept but one school for minor poet and East
End shop-boy, for Girton girl and little milliner; taught but the one
lesson to the end-of-the-nineteenth-century Johnny that he taught to
bearded Pict and Hun four thousand years ago.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account