Husband and wife -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction
For a time Rachel pursued her work, but presently her interest flagged
and she dressed herself for the street. She was of two minds. Instead
of going out immediately she ascended to the top story to take a peep
at Nicholas. At her suggestion the old man's workroom was now on the
third floor and it was no longer necessary for him to descend a flight
of steps to his chamber. Also, his meals were all served to him in his
workroom. Without comprehending the cause of his greater comfort, the
old fellow cherished a whimsical and flighty affection for Rachel;
while Simon was humbly grateful to her for this interest in his erratic
parent. Now the only time Nicholas was obliged to attempt the stairs
was when he went for an airing. On certain days of the week, if the
weather were fine, a man nurse appeared and conveyed him to the street
and remained with him in the Square. From these excursions Nicholas
never returned without some token for Rachel. Now it was a cornucopia
of popcorn which he had bought from a vender; later, as the spring
advanced and grass began to show along the paths, it was a cluster of
leaves and buds; not infrequently it happened that he treasured up and
presented to her particularly handsome specimens of insects mounted on
pins.
If truth were told, little and lithe and still spry, this old
reprobate, with his eagerness regarding the habits of the house-fly,
his raptures and his rages, came nearer than any other person in the
house to being keyed to the same pitch as Rachel herself. If rumour
could be trusted, a number of discreditable experiences had made up
Nicholas's life. He had gamed and drunk, driven fast horses, followed
fast women. He had conducted one thriving business after another, and
among them, the car shops that had employed old David. He had made
fortunes with ease and lost them with equal facility. Now, in his last
years, he was penniless and Simon was engaged in patiently paying the
debts Nicholas had contracted; but for this, be it understood, he
received scorn rather than gratitude.
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