Denry the Audacious. Arnold Bennett

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СКАЧАТЬ considered coarse, and cigarettes were coming into fashion – though not in Chapel Alley. Mrs. Hullins smoked her pipe, and thought about nothing in particular. Occasionally some vision of the past floated through her drowsy brain. She had lived in that residence for over forty years. She had brought up eleven children and two husbands there. She had coddled thirty-five grandchildren there, and given instruction to some half-dozen daughters-in-law. She had known midnights when she could scarcely move in that residence without disturbing somebody asleep. Now she was alone in it. She never left it, except to fetch water from the pump in the Square. She had seen a lot of life, and she was tired.

      Denry came unceremoniously in, smiling gaily and benevolently, with his bright, optimistic face under his fair brown hair. He had large and good teeth. He was getting – not stout, but plump.

      "Well, mother!" he greeted Mrs. Hullins, and sat down on the other chair.

      A young fellow obviously at peace with the world, a young fellow content with himself for the moment! No longer a clerk; one of the employed; saying "sir" to persons with no more fingers and toes than he had himself; bound by servile agreement to be in a fixed place at fixed hours! An independent unit, master of his own time and his own movements! In brief, a man! The truth was that he earned now in two days a week slightly more than Mr. Duncalf paid him for the labour of five and a half days. His income, as collector of rents and manager of estates large or small, totalled about a pound a week. But he walked forth in the town, smiled, poked, spoke vaguely, and said "Do you?" to such a tune that his income might have been guessed to be anything from ten pounds a week to ten thousand a year. And he had four days a week in which to excogitate new methods of creating a fortune.

      "I 've nowt for ye!" said the old woman, not moving.

      "Come, come, now! That won't do!" said Denry. "Have a pinch of my tobacco!"

      She accepted a pinch of his tobacco, and refilled her pipe, and he gave her a match.

      "I 'm not going out of this house without half a crown at any rate!" said Denry blithely.

      And he rolled himself a cigarette, possibly to keep warm. It was very chilly in the stuffy residence, but the old woman never shivered. She was one of those old women who seem to wear all the skirts of all their lives, one over the other.

      "Ye 're here for th' better part o' some time, then," observed Mrs. Hullins, looking facts in the face. "I 've told ye about my son Jack. He 's been playing [out of work] six weeks. He starts to-day, and he 'll gi' me summat Saturday."

      "That won't do," said Denry, curtly and kindly.

      He then, with his bluff benevolence, explained to Mother Hullins that Mrs. Codleyn would stand no further increase of arrears, from anybody, that she could not afford to stand any further increase of arrears, that her tenants were ruining her, and that he himself, with all his cheery good will for the rent-paying classes, would be involved in her fall.

      "Six and forty years have I been i' this 'ere house!" said Mrs. Hullins.

      "Yes, I know," said Denry. "And look at what you owe, mother!"

      It was with immense good-humoured kindliness that he invited her attention to what she owed. She tacitly declined to look at it.

      "Your children ought to keep you," said Denry, upon her silence.

      "Them as is dead, can't," said Mrs. Hullins, "and them as is alive has their own to keep, except Jack."

      "Well, then, it's bailiffs," said Denry, but still cheerfully.

      "Nay, nay! Ye 'll none turn me out."

      Denry threw up his hands, as if to exclaim: "I 've done all I can, and I 've given you a pinch of tobacco. Besides, you ought not to be here alone. You ought to be with one of your children."

      There was more conversation, which ended in Denry repeating, with sympathetic resignation:

      "No, you 'll have to get out. It's bailiffs."

      Immediately afterwards he left the residence, with a bright filial smile. And then, in two minutes, he popped his cheerful head in at the door again.

      "Look here, mother," he said, "I 'll lend you half a crown if you like."

      Charity beamed on his face, and genuinely warmed his heart.

      "But you must pay me something for the accommodation," he added. "I can't do it for nothing. You must pay me back next week and give me threepence. That's fair. I could n't bear to see you turned out of your house. Now, get your rent-book."

      And he marked half a crown as paid in her greasy, dirty rent-book, and the same in his large book.

      "Eh, you 're a queer 'un, Mester Machin!" murmured the old woman, as he left. He never knew precisely what she meant. Fifteen – twenty years later in his career, her intonation of that phrase would recur to him and puzzle him.

      On the following Monday everybody in Chapel Alley and Carpenter's Square seemed to know that the inconvenience of bailiffs and eviction could be avoided by arrangement with Denry the philanthropist. He did quite a business. And having regard to the fantastic nature of the security, he could not well charge less than threepence a week for half a crown. That was about forty per cent. a month and five hundred per cent. per annum. The security was merely fantastic, but nevertheless, he had his remedy against evil-doers. He would take what they paid him for rent and refuse to mark it as rent, appropriating it to his loans; so that the fear of bailiffs was upon them again. Thus, as the good genius of Chapel Alley and Carpenter's Square, saving the distressed from the rigours of the open street, rescuing the needy from their tightest corners, keeping many a home together when but for him it would have fallen to pieces, always smiling, jolly, sympathetic, and picturesque, Denry at length employed the five-pound note won from Harold Etches. A five-pound note – especially a new and crisp one, as this was – is a miraculous fragment of matter, wonderful in the pleasure which the sight of it gives even to millionaires; but perhaps no five-pound note was ever so miraculous as Denry's. Ten per cent. per week, compound interest, mounts up; it ascends; and it lifts. Denry never talked precisely. But the town soon began to comprehend that he was a rising man, a man to watch. The town admitted that, so far, he had lived up to his reputation as a dancer with countesses. The town felt that there was something indefinable about Denry.

      Denry himself felt this. He did not consider himself clever, nor brilliant. But he considered himself peculiarly gifted. He considered himself different from other men. His thoughts would run:

      "Anybody but me would have knuckled down to Duncalf and remained a shorthand clerk for evermore."

      "Who but me would have had the idea of going to the ball and asking the Countess to dance? … And then that business with the fan!"

      "Who but me would have had the idea of taking his rent-collecting off Duncalf?"

      "Who but me would have had the idea of combining these loans with the rent-collecting. It's simple enough! It's just what they want! And yet nobody ever thought of it till I thought of it!"

      And he knew of a surety that he was that most admired type in the bustling, industrial provinces – a card.

      IV

      The desire to become a member of the Sports Club revived in his breast. And yet, celebrity though he was, rising though he was, he secretly regarded the Sports Club at Hillport as being really a bit above him. The Sports Club was the latest and greatest phenomenon of social life in Bursley, and it was emphatically the club to which СКАЧАТЬ