The Little Nugget. P. G. Wodehouse

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      'I am in no hurry,' she said. 'Mr. Gifford, will you take Cynthia?

       I will follow with Mr. Burns. You will meet Parker on the stairs.

       Tell him to call another cab.'

      As the door closed behind them, she turned on me like a many-coloured snake.

      'How can you be so extraordinarily tactless, Peter?' she cried.

       'You're a perfect fool. Have you no eyes?'

      'I'm sorry,' I said.

      'He's devoted to her.'

      'I'm sorry.'

      'What do you mean?'

      'Sorry for her.'

      She seemed to draw herself together inside her dress. Her eyes glittered. My mouth felt very dry, and my heart was beginning to thump. We were both furiously angry. It was a moment that had been coming for years, and we both knew it. For my part I was glad that it had come. On subjects on which one feels deeply it is a relief to speak one's mind.

      'Oh!' she said at last. Her voice quivered. She was clutching at her self-control as it slipped from her. 'Oh! And what is my daughter to you, Mr. Burns!'

      'A great friend.'

      'And I suppose you think it friendly to try to spoil her chances?'

      'If Mr. Gifford is a sample of them—yes.'

      'What do you mean?'

      She choked.

      'I see. I understand. I am going to put a stop to this once and for all. Do you hear? I have noticed it for a long time. Because I have given you the run of the house, and allowed you to come in and out as you pleased, like a tame cat, you presume—'

      'Presume—' I prompted.

      'You come here and stand in Cynthia's way. You trade on the fact that you have known us all this time to monopolize her attention. You spoil her chances. You—'

      The invaluable Parker entered to say that the cab was at the door.

      We drove to the Fletchers' house in silence. The spell had been broken. Neither of us could recapture that first, fine, careless rapture which had carried us through the opening stages of the conflict, and discussion of the subject on a less exalted plane was impossible. It was that blessed period of calm, the rest between rounds, and we observed it to the full.

      When I reached the ballroom a waltz was just finishing. Cynthia, a statue in black, was dancing with Tanky Gifford. They were opposite me when the music stopped, and she caught sight of me over his shoulder.

      She disengaged herself and moved quickly towards me.

      'Take me away,' she said under her breath. 'Anywhere. Quick.'

      It was no time to consider the etiquette of the ballroom. Tanky, startled at his sudden loneliness, seemed by his expression to be endeavouring to bring his mind to bear on the matter. A couple making for the door cut us off from him, and following them, we passed out.

      Neither of us spoke till we had reached the little room where I had meditated.

      She sat down. She was looking pale and tired.

      'Oh, dear!' she said.

      I understood. I seemed to see that journey in the cab, those dances, those terrible between-dances …

      It was very sudden.

      I took her hand. She turned to me with a tired smile. There were tears in her eyes …

      I heard myself speaking …

      She was looking at me, her eyes shining. All the weariness seemed to have gone out of them.

      I looked at her.

      There was something missing. I had felt it when I was speaking. To me my voice had had no ring of conviction. And then I saw what it was. There was no mystery. We knew each other too well. Friendship kills love.

      She put my thought into words.

      'We have always been brother and sister,' she said doubtfully.

      'Till tonight.'

      'You have changed tonight? You really want me?'

      Did I? I tried to put the question to myself and answer it honestly. Yes, in a sense, I had changed tonight. There was an added appreciation of her fineness, a quickening of that blend of admiration and pity which I had always felt for her. I wanted with all my heart to help her, to take her away from her dreadful surroundings, to make her happy. But did I want her in the sense in which she had used the word? Did I want her as I had wanted Audrey Blake? I winced away from the question. Audrey belonged to the dead past, but it hurt to think of her.

      Was it merely because I was five years older now than when I had wanted Audrey that the fire had gone out of me?

      I shut my mind against my doubts.

      'I have changed tonight,' I said.

      And I bent down and kissed her.

      I was conscious of being defiant against somebody. And then I knew that the somebody was myself.

      I poured myself out a cup of hot coffee from the flask which

       Smith, my man, had filled against my return. It put life into me.

       The oppression lifted.

      And yet there remained something that made for uneasiness, a sort of foreboding at the back of my mind.

      I had taken a step in the dark, and I was afraid for Cynthia. I had undertaken to give her happiness. Was I certain that I could succeed? The glow of chivalry had left me, and I began to doubt.

      Audrey had taken from me something that I could not recover—poetry was as near as I could get to a definition of it. Yes, poetry. With Cynthia my feet would always be on the solid earth. To the end of the chapter we should be friends and nothing more.

      I found myself pitying Cynthia intensely. I saw her future a series of years of intolerable dullness. She was too good to be tied for life to a battered hulk like myself.

      I drank more coffee and my mood changed. Even in the grey of a winter morning a man of thirty, in excellent health, cannot pose to himself for long as a piece of human junk, especially if he comforts himself with hot coffee.

      My mind resumed its balance. I laughed at myself as a sentimental fraud. Of course I could make her happy. No man and woman had ever been more admirably suited to each other. As for that first disaster, which I had been magnifying into a life-tragedy, what of it? An incident of my boyhood. A ridiculous episode which—I rose with the intention of doing so at once—I should now proceed to eliminate from my life.

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