'I wonder,' the journalist was saying, 'if Luli would lend us twenty
francs. Think he would, Betty?'
He spoke in English now; they always spoke English to each other when
they were alone together, though they seemed quite equally at their ease
in both languages; they also stammered equally in both. They stammered
when they were at all excited, or earnest, or tired, and very often when
they were not. When they were talking, these hiatuses were often the
only opportunities their companions had of getting in a word edgeways.
Betty thought it improbable that Luli would lend any such sum.
'You know, Tommy, we had ten from him last month. He won't miss it if
we don't remind him, but it would be silly to bother him again just
yet.'
'Oh, all right. But I'm afraid we've rather got to get some somehow.
We've spent an awful lot lately. Why did we have lunch to-day? We didn't
want it.'
'Who's been bothering?'
From long experience Betty caught the issue.
'The chap I get paints from. I--I told him he'd got to wait; he c-cut up
rough; said he'd waited long enough.'
The stutter, becoming pronounced, showed Tommy a little stirred.
'Well----' Betty's tone was depressed. There was an intonation of
melancholy, however, in general in the Crevequers' stammering speech--a
melancholy that was on the borderland of laughter, and stuttered into it
as a man stumbles unawares into puddles, walking along a wet path. Miss
Crevequer, quite suddenly, stumbled into one now, for no apparent
reason, and dragged Tommy after her. 'Well'--Betty regained, as it were,
dry ground--'let's give him this week's rent; and by next week something
will have turned up. You can win some at cards, can't you? It's a pity
I've got no job just now. At least, it's rather fun really, and we'll go
to the theatre to-night.'
Tommy nodded. The proposition seemed a matter of course; no incongruity
struck either. There was, in fact, no incongruity; it was very simple:
the payment of debts would have been an indulgence quite beyond their
means; going to the theatre was one within them. The Crevequers could
only afford cheap pleasures.
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