第5章 THE SON'S VETO(5)

Soon,however,she gave way to the temptation of going with him again,and on this occasion their conversation was distinctly tender,and Sam said he never should forget her,notwithstanding that she had served him rather badly at one time.After much hesitation he told her of a plan it was in his power to carry out,and one he should like to take in hand,since he did not care for London work:it was to set up as a master greengrocer down at Aldbrickham,the county-town of their native place.He knew of an opening--a shop kept by aged people who wished to retire.

'And why don't you do it,then,Sam?'she asked with a slight heartsinking.

'Because I'm not sure if--you'd join me.I know you wouldn't--couldn't!Such a lady as ye've been so long,you couldn't be a wife to a man like me.'

'I hardly suppose I could!'she assented,also frightened at the idea.

'If you could,'he said eagerly,'you'd on'y have to sit in the back parlour and look through the glass partition when I was away sometimes--just to keep an eye on things.The lameness wouldn't hinder that ...I'd keep you as genteel as ever I could,dear Sophy--if I might think of it!'he pleaded.

'Sam,I'll be frank,'she said,putting her hand on his.'If it were only myself I would do it,and gladly,though everything I possess would be lost to me by marrying again.'

'I don't mind that!It's more independent.'

'That's good of you,dear,dear Sam.But there's something else.Ihave a son ...I almost fancy when I am miserable sometimes that he is not really mine,but one I hold in trust for my late husband.He seems to belong so little to me personally,so entirely to his dead father.He is so much educated and I so little that I do not feel dignified enough to be his mother ...Well,he would have to be told.'

'Yes.Unquestionably.'Sam saw her thought and her fear.'Still,you can do as you like,Sophy--Mrs.Twycott,'he added.'It is not you who are the child,but he.'

'Ah,you don't know!Sam,if I could,I would marry you,some day.

But you must wait a while,and let me think.'

It was enough for him,and he was blithe at their parting.Not so she.To tell Randolph seemed impossible.She could wait till he had gone up to Oxford,when what she did would affect his life but little.But would he ever tolerate the idea?And if not,could she defy him?

She had not told him a word when the yearly cricket-match came on at Lord's between the public schools,though Sam had already gone back to Aldbrickham.Mrs.Twycott felt stronger than usual:she went to the match with Randolph,and was able to leave her chair and walk about occasionally.The bright idea occurred to her that she could casually broach the subject while moving round among the spectators,when the boy's spirits were high with interest in the game,and he would weigh domestic matters as feathers in the scale beside the day's victory.They promenaded under the lurid July sun,this pair,so wide apart,yet so near,and Sophy saw the large proportion of boys like her own,in their broad white collars and dwarf hats,and all around the rows of great coaches under which was jumbled the debris of luxurious luncheons;bones,pie-crusts,champagne-bottles,glasses,plates,napkins,and the family silver;while on the coaches sat the proud fathers and mothers;but never a poor mother like her.

If Randolph had not appertained to these,had not centred all his interests in them,had not cared exclusively for the class they belonged to,how happy would things have been!A great huzza at some small performance with the bat burst from the multitude of relatives,and Randolph jumped wildly into the air to see what had happened.

Sophy fetched up the sentence that had been already shaped;but she could not get it out.The occasion was,perhaps,an inopportune one.

The contrast between her story and the display of fashion to which Randolph had grown to regard himself as akin would be fatal.She awaited a better time.