第23章 PART FIRST(21)
Nothing mystifies a man more than a woman's aberrations from some point at which he,supposes her fixed as a star.In these unfurnished houses,without steam or elevator,March followed his wife about with patient wonder.She rather liked the worst of them best:but she made him go down into the cellars and look at the furnaces;she exacted from him a rigid inquest of the plumbing.She followed him into one of the cellars by the fitful glare of successively lighted matches,and they enjoyed a moment in which the anomaly of their presence there on that errand,so remote from all the facts of their long-established life in Boston,realized itself for them.
"Think how easily we might have been murdered and nobody been any the wiser!"she said when they were comfortably outdoors again.
"Yes,or made way with ourselves in an access of emotional insanity,supposed to have been induced by unavailing flat-hunting,"he suggested.
She fell in with the notion."I'm beginning to feel crazy.But I don't want you to lose your head,Basil.And I don't want you to sentimentalize any of the things you see in New York.I think you were disposed to do it in that street we drove through.I don't believe there's any real suffering--not real suffering--among those people;that is,it would be suffering from our point of view,but they've been used to it all their lives,and they don't feel their'discomfort so much.""Of course,I understand that,and I don't propose to sentimentalize them.I think when people get used to a bad state of things they had better stick to it;in fact,they don't usually like a better state so well,and I shall keep that firmly in mind."She laughed with him,and they walked along the L bestridden avenue,exhilarated by their escape from murder and suicide in that cellar,toward the nearest cross town track,which they meant to take home to their hotel."Now to-night we will go to the theatre,"she said,"and get this whole house business out of our minds,and be perfectly fresh for a new start in the morning."Suddenly she clutched his arm."Why,did you see that man?"and she signed with her head toward a decently dressed person who walked beside them,next the gutter,stooping over as if to examine it,and half halting at times.
"No.What?"
"Why,I saw him pick up a dirty bit of cracker from the pavement and cram it into his mouth and eat it down as if he were famished.And look!he's actually hunting for more in those garbage heaps!"This was what the decent-looking man with the hard hands and broken nails of a workman was doing-like a hungry dog.They kept up with him,in the fascination of the sight,to the next corner,where he turned down the side street still searching the gutter.
They walked on a few paces.Then March said,"I must go after him,"and left his wife standing.
"Are you in want--hungry?"he asked the man.
The man said he could not speak English,Monsieur.
March asked his question in French.
The man shrugged a pitiful,desperate shrug,"Mais,Monsieur--"March put a coin in his hand,and then suddenly the man's face twisted up;he caught the hand of this alms-giver in both of his and clung to it.
"Monsieur!Monsieur!"he gasped,and the tears rained down his face.
His benefactor pulled himself away,shocked and ashamed,as one is by such a chance,and got back to his wife,and the man lapsed back into the mystery of misery out of which he had emerged.
March felt it laid upon him to console his wife for what had happened.
"Of course,we might live here for years and not see another case like that;and,of course,there are twenty places where he could have gone for help if he had known where to find them.""Ah,but it's the possibility of his needing the help so badly as that,"she answered."That's what I can't bear,and I shall not come to a place where such things are possible,and we may as well stop our house-hunting here at once.""Yes?And what part of Christendom will you live in?Such things are possible everywhere in our conditions.""Then we must change the conditions--"
"Oh no;we must go to the theatre and forget them.We can stop at Brentano's for our tickets as we pass through Union Square.""I am not going to the theatre,Basil.I am going home to Boston to-night.You can stay and find a flat."
He convinced her of the absurdity of her position,and even of its selfishness;but she said that her mind was quite made up irrespective of what had happened,that she had been away from the children long enough;that she ought to be at home to finish up the work of leaving it.The word brought a sigh."Ah,I don't know why we should see nothing but sad and ugly things now.When we were young--""Younger,"he put in."We're still young.""That's what we pretend,but we know better.But I was thinking how pretty and pleasant things used to be turning up all the time on our travels in the old days.Why,when we were in New York here on our wedding journey the place didn't seem half so dirty as it does now,and none of these dismal things happened.""It was a good deal dirtier,"he answered;"and I fancy worse in every way-hungrier,raggeder,more wretchedly housed.But that wasn't the period of life for us to notice it.Don't you remember,when we started to Niagara the last time,how everybody seemed middle-aged and commonplace;and when we got there there were no evident brides;nothing but elderly married people?""At least they weren't starving,"she rebelled.
"No,you don't starve in parlor-cars and first-class hotels;but if you step out of them you run your chance of seeing those who do,if you're getting on pretty well in the forties.If it's the unhappy who see unhappiness,think what misery must be revealed to people who pass their lives in the really squalid tenement-house streets--I don't mean picturesque avenues like that we passed through.""But we are not unhappy,"she protested,bringing the talk back to the personal base again,as women must to get any good out of talk."We're really no unhappier than we were when we were young.""We're more serious."