The Custom of the Country eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 534 pages of information about The Custom of the Country.

The Custom of the Country eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 534 pages of information about The Custom of the Country.

“A man doesn’t know till he tries it how killing uncongenial work is, and how it destroys the power of doing what one’s fit for, even if there’s time for both.  But there’s Paul to be looked out for, and I daren’t chuck my job—­I’m in mortal terror of its chucking me...”

Little by little he slipped into a detailed recital of all his lesser worries, the most recent of which was his experience with the Lipscombs, who, after a two months’ tenancy of the West End Avenue house, had decamped without paying their rent.

Clare laughed contemptuously.  “Yes—­I heard he’d come to grief and been suspended from the Stock Exchange, and I see in the papers that his wife’s retort has been to sue for a divorce.”

Ralph knew that, like all their clan, his cousin regarded a divorce-suit as a vulgar and unnecessary way of taking the public into one’s confidence.  His mind flashed back to the family feast in Washington Square in celebration of his engagement.  He recalled his grandfather’s chance allusion to Mrs. Lipscomb, and Undine’s answer, fluted out on her highest note:  “Oh, I guess she’ll get a divorce pretty soon.  He’s been a disappointment to her.”

Ralph could still hear the horrified murmur with which his mother had rebuked his laugh.  For he had laughed—­had thought Undine’s speech fresh and natural!  Now he felt the ironic rebound of her words.  Heaven knew he had been a disappointment to her; and what was there in her own feeling, or in her inherited prejudices, to prevent her seeking the same redress as Mabel Lipscomb?  He wondered if the same thought were in his cousin’s mind...

They began to talk of other things:  books, pictures, plays; and one by one the closed doors opened and light was let into dusty shuttered places.  Clare’s mind was neither keen nor deep:  Ralph, in the past, had smiled at her rash ardours and vague intensities.  But she had his own range of allusions, and a great gift of momentary understanding; and he had so long beaten his thoughts out against a blank wall of incomprehension that her sympathy seemed full of insight.

She began by a question about his writing, but the subject was distasteful to him, and he turned the talk to a new book in which he had been interested.  She knew enough of it to slip in the right word here and there; and thence they wandered on to kindred topics.  Under the warmth of her attention his torpid ideas awoke again, and his eyes took their fill of pleasure as she leaned forward, her thin brown hands clasped on her knees and her eager face reflecting all his feelings.

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