Mrs. Craddock. W. Somerset Maugham

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      "The marriage is all settled then? You're a very lucky young man."

      Craddock put his arm through Mr. Glover's with the unconscious friendliness that had gained him an hundred friends. "Yes, I am lucky," he said. "I know you people think it rather queer that Bertha and I should get married, but we're very much attached to one another, and I mean to do my best by her. You know I've never racketed about, Vicar, don't you?"

      "Yes, my boy," said the Vicar, touched at Edward's confidence. "Every one knows you're steady enough."

      "Of course, she could have found men of much better social position than mine—but I'll try to make her happy. And I've got nothing to hide from her as some men have; I go to her almost as straight as she comes to me."

      "That is a very fortunate thing to be able to say."

      "I have never loved another woman in my life, and as for the rest—well, of course, I'm young and I've been up to town sometimes; but I always hated and loathed it. And the country and the hard work keep one pretty clear of anything nasty."

      "I'm very glad to hear you say that," answered Mr. Glover. "I hope you'll be happy, and I think you will."

      The Vicar felt a slight pricking of conscience, for at first his sister and himself had called the match a misalliance (they pronounced the word vilely), and not till they learned it was inevitable did they begin to see that their attitude was a little wanting in charity. The two men shook hands.

      "I hope you don't mind me spitting out these things to you, Vicar. I suppose it's your business in a sort of way. I've wanted to tell Miss Ley something of the kind; but somehow or other I can never get an opportunity."

      VII

      Exactly one month after her twenty-first birthday, as Bertha had announced, the marriage took place; and the young couple started off to spend their honeymoon in London. Bertha, knowing she would not read, took with her notwithstanding a book, to wit the Meditations of Marcus Aurelius; and Edward, thinking that railway journeys were always tedious, bought for the occasion The Mystery of the Six-fingered Woman, the title of which attracted him. He was determined not to be bored, for not content with his novel, he purchased at the station a Sporting Times.

      "Oh," said Bertha, when the train had started, heaving a great sigh of relief, "I'm so glad to be alone with you at last. Now we shan't have anybody to worry us, and no one can separate us, and we shall be together for the rest of our lives."

      Craddock put down the newspaper, which, from force of habit, he had opened after settling himself in his seat.

      "I'm glad to have the ceremony over too."

      "D'you know," she said, "I was terrified on the way to church; it occurred to me that you might not be there—that you might have changed your mind and fled."

      He laughed. "Why on earth should I change my mind? That's a thing I never do."

      "Oh, I can't sit solemnly opposite you as if we'd been married a century. Make room for me, boy."

      She came over to his side and nestled close to him.

      "Tell me you love me," she whispered.

      "I love you very much."

      He bent down and kissed his wife, then putting his arm round her waist drew her nearer to him. He was a little nervous, he would not really have been very sorry if some officious person had disregarded the engaged on the carriage and entered. He felt scarcely at home with Bertha, and was still bewildered by his change of fortune; there was, indeed, a vast difference between Court Leys and Bewlie's Farm.

      "I'm so happy," said Bertha. "Sometimes I'm afraid. . . . D'you think it can last, d'you think we shall always be as happy? I've got everything I want in the world, and I'm absolutely and completely content." She was silent for a minute, caressing his hands. "You will always love me, Eddie, won't you—even when I'm old and horrible?"

      "I'm not the sort of chap to alter."

      "Oh, you don't know how I adore you," she cried, passionately. "My love will never alter, it is too strong. To the end of my days I shall always love you with all my heart. I wish I could tell you what I feel."

      Of late the English language had seemed quite incompetent for the expression of her manifold emotions.

      They went to a far more expensive hotel than they could afford. Craddock had prudently suggested something less extravagant, but Bertha would not hear of it; as Miss Ley she had been unused to the second-rate, and she was too proud of her new name to take it to any but the best hotel in London.

      The more Bertha saw of her husband's mind, the more it delighted her. She loved the simplicity and the naturalness of the man; she cast off like a tattered silken cloak the sentiments with which for years she had lived, and robed herself in the sturdy homespun which so well suited her lord and master. It was charming to see his naïve enjoyment of everything. To him all was fresh and novel; he would explode with laughter at the comic papers, and in the dailies continually find observations which struck him for their profound originality. He was the unspoiled child of nature; his mind free from the million perversities of civilisation. To know him was in Bertha's opinion an education in all the goodness and purity, the strength and virtue of the Englishman!

      They went often to the theatre, and it pleased Bertha to watch her husband's simple enjoyment. The pathetic passages of a melodrama, which made Bertha's lips curl with semi-amused contempt, moved him to facile tears; and in the darkness he held her hand to comfort her, imagining that his wife enjoyed the same emotions as himself. Ah, she wished she could; she hated the education in foreign countries, which, in the study of pictures and palaces and strange peoples, had released her mind from its prison of darkness, yet had destroyed half her illusions; now she would far rather have retained the plain and unadorned illiteracy, the ingenuous ignorance of the typical and creamy English girl. What is the use of knowledge? Blessed are the poor in spirit: all that a woman really wants is purity and goodness, and perhaps a certain acquaintance with plain cooking.

      But the lovers, the injured heroine and the wrongly suspected hero, had bidden one another a heartrending good-bye, and the curtain descended to rapturous applause. Edward cleared his throat and blew his nose.

      "Isn't it splendid?" he said, turning to his wife.

      "You dear thing!" she whispered.

      It touched her to see how deeply he felt it all. How clean and big and simple and good must be his heart! She loved him ten times more because his emotions were easily aroused. Ah yes, she abhorred the cold cynicism of the worldly-wise who sneer at the burning tears of the simple minded.

      The curtain rose on the next act, and in his eagerness to see what was about to happen, Edward immediately ceased to listen to what Bertha was in the middle of saying, and gave himself over to the play. The feelings of the audience having been sufficiently harrowed, the comic relief was turned on. The funny man made jokes about various articles of clothing, tumbling over tables and chairs; and it charmed Bertha again to see her husband's open-hearted hilarity. It tickled her immensely to hear his peals of unrestrained laughter; he put his head back, and, with his hands to his sides, simply roared.

      "He has a charming character," she thought.

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