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Chapter1
Itbeganin
en
a
Woman’sClubinLondonon
en
a
Februaryafternoon—anuncomfortableclub,
och
and
amiserableafternoon—whenMrs.Wilkins,
som
who
hadcomedownfromHampsteadtoshop
och
and
hadlunchedatherclub,
tog
took
upTheTimesfromthetableinthesmoking-room,
och
and
runningherlistlesseye
ner
down
theAgonyColumnsaw
detta
this:
.
ToThosewhoAppreciateWistaria
och
and
Sunshine.
SmallmediaevalItalianCastleontheshoresoftheMediterraneantobeLetFurnishedforthemonthofApril.
Necessaryservantsremain.
Z,Box1000,TheTimes.
Thatwasitsconception;
ändå
yet
,asinthecaseof
många
many
another,theconceiverwasunawareofitatthe
just nu
moment
.
SoentirelyunawarewasMrs.WilkinsthatherAprilforthat
året
year
hadthenandtherebeensettledforherthatshedroppedthenewspaper
med
with
agesturethatwas
både
both
irritatedandresigned,and
gick
went
overtothewindow
och
and
stareddrearilyoutatthedripping
gatan
street
.
Notforherweremediaevalcastles,
även
even
thosethatarespeciallydescribedas
små
small
.
NotforhertheshoresinApriloftheMediterranean,
och
and
thewistariaandsunshine.
Suchdelightswere
bara
only
fortherich.
Yettheadvertisement
hade
had
beenaddressedtopersonswhoappreciate
dessa
these
things,sothatit
hade
had
been,anyhow,addressedtooto
henne
her
,forshecertainlyappreciated
dem
them
;
morethananybodyknew;
mer
more
thanshehadever
berättat
told
.
Butshewaspoor.
Inthe
hela
whole
worldshepossessedofhervery
egen
own
onlyninetypounds,savedfrom
år
year
toyear,putbycarefullypoundbypound,outofherdressallowance.
She
hade
had
scrapedthissumtogetheratthesuggestionofherhusbandas
en
a
shieldandrefugeagainst
en
a
rainyday.
Herdressallowance,
gav
given
herbyherfather,was£100
en
a
year,sothatMrs.Wilkins’sclotheswerewhather
man
husband
,urginghertosave,
kallade
called
modestandbecoming,andheracquaintancetoeachother,
när
when
theyspokeofheratall,whichwasseldomforshewas
mycket
very
negligible,calledaperfectsight.
Mr.
Wilkins,
en
a
solicitor,encouragedthrift,exceptthatbranchofitwhich
kom
got
intohisfood.
Hedidnot
kallade
call
thatthrift,hecalleditbadhousekeeping.
Men
But
forthethriftwhich,likemoth,penetratedintoMrs.Wilkins’sclothes
och
and
spoiltthem,hehad
mycket
much
praise.
“Youneverknow,”he
sa
said
,“whentherewillbearainy
dag
day
,andyoumaybe
mycket
very
gladtofindyou
har
have
anest-egg.
Indeedwe
båda
both
may.”
LookingoutoftheclubwindowintoShaftesburyAvenue—herswas
en
an
economicalclub,butconvenientforHampstead,whereshe
bodde
lived
,andforShoolbred’s,wheresheshopped—Mrs.
Wilkins,
hade
having
stoodtheresometimeverydrearily,hermind’seyeontheMediterraneaninApril,
och
and
thewistaria,andtheenviableopportunitiesoftherich,
medan
while
herbodilyeyewatchedthereallyextremelyhorriblesootyrain
föll
falling
steadilyonthehurryingumbrellas
och
and
splashingomnibuses,suddenlywonderedwhether
kanske
perhaps
thiswasnottherainy
dagen
day
Mellersh—MellershwasMr.Wilkins—hadsooftenencouragedhertoprepare
för
for
,andwhethertogetoutofsuch
en
a
climateandintothesmallmediaevalcastlewasn’t
kanske
perhaps
whatProvidencehadallalongintendedhertodo
med
with
hersavings.
Partofhersavings,ofcourse;
kanske
perhaps
quiteasmallpart.
Thecastle,beingmediaeval,
kan
might
alsobedilapidated,anddilapidationsweresurelycheap.
Shewouldn’tintheleastminda
några
few
ofthem,becauseyoudidn’t
betalade
pay
fordilapidationswhichwere
redan
already
there;
onthecontrary—byreducingthepriceyouhadto
betala
pay
theyreallypaidyou.
Men
But
whatnonsensetothinkofit...
She
vände
turned
awayfromthewindow
med
with
thesamegestureofmingledirritation
och
and
resignationwithwhichshe
hade
had
laiddownTheTimes,
och
and
crossedtheroomtowards
de
the
doorwiththeintentionof
getting
hermackintoshandumbrella
och
and
fightingherwayintooneof
de
the
overcrowdedomnibusesandgoingtoShoolbred’sonher
väg
way
homeandbuyingsomesolesforMellersh’sdinner—Mellershwasdifficult
med
with
fishandlikedonlysoles,exceptsalmon—whenshebeheldMrs.Arbuthnot,a
kvinna
woman
sheknewbysightas
också
also
livinginHampsteadandbelongingto
de
the
club,sittingatthetablein
de
the
middleoftheroomonwhich
de
the
newspapersandmagazineswerekept,absorbed,inher
vände
turn
,inthefirstpageof
De
The
Times.
Mrs.
Wilkinshad
aldrig
never
yetspokentoMrs.Arbuthnot,
som
who
belongedtooneof
de
the
variouschurchsets,and
som
who
analysed,classified,dividedandregistered
de
the
poor;
whereassheandMellersh,
när
when
theydidgoout,
gick
went
tothepartiesofimpressionistpainters,ofwhominHampsteadtherewere
många
many
.
Mellershhadasisterwho
hade
had
marriedoneofthem
och
and
livedupontheHeath,
och
and
becauseofthisallianceMrs.Wilkinswasdrawnintoacirclewhichwashighlyunnaturalto
henne
her
,andshehadlearnedtodreadpictures.
Shehadto
säga
say
thingsaboutthem,andshedidn’t
visste
know
whattosay.
She
brukade
used
tomurmur,“Marvellous,”andfeelthatitwasnotenough.
Men
But
nobodyminded.
Nobodylistened.
Ingen
Nobody
tookanynoticeofMrs.Wilkins.
Shewas
den
the
kindofpersonwhoisnotnoticedatparties.
Herclothes,infestedbythrift,
gjorde
made
herpracticallyinvisible;
her
ansikte
face
wasnon-arresting;
herconversationwasreluctant;
shewasshy.
Och
And
ifone’sclothesand
ansikte
face
andconversationareallnegligible,
tänkte
thought
Mrs.Wilkins,whorecognisedherdisabilities,
vad
what
,atparties,isthereleftof
en
one
?
Alsoshewasalways
med
with
Wilkins,thatclean-shaven,fine-looking
man
man
,whogaveaparty,merelyby
komma
coming
toit,agreat
luft
air
.
Wilkinswasveryrespectable.
Hewasknowntobehighlythoughtofbyhisseniorpartners.
Hissister’scircleadmired
honom
him
.
Hepronouncedadequatelyintelligentjudgmentsonart
och
and
artists.
Hewaspithy;
hewasprudent;
he
aldrig
never
saidawordtoo
mycket
much
,nor,ontheother
sidan
hand
,didheeversay
ett
a
wordtoolittle.
Heproducedtheimpressionofkeepingcopiesof
allt
everything
hesaid;
andhewassoobviouslyreliablethatitoften
hände
happened
thatpeoplewhomethimat
dessa
these
partiesbecamediscontentedwiththeir
egna
own
solicitors,andafteraperiodofrestlessnessextricatedthemselves
och
and
wenttoWilkins.
NaturallyMrs.Wilkinswasblottedout.
“She,”
sa
said
hissister,withsomethingherselfof
den
the
judicial,thedigested,and
den
the
finalinhermanner,“should
stanna
stay
athome.”
ButWilkins
kunde
could
notleavehiswifeat
hemma
home
.
Hewasafamilysolicitor,
och
and
allsuchhavewives
och
and
showthem.
Withhisintheweekhe
gick
went
toparties,andwithhisonSundayshe
gick
went
tochurch.
Beingstillfairlyyoung—hewasthirty-nine—andambitiousof
gamla
old
ladies,ofwhomhe
hade
had
notyetacquiredinhispractice
ett
a
sufficientnumber,hecouldnotaffordto
missa
miss
church,anditwastherethatMrs.Wilkins
blev
became
familiar,thoughneverthroughwords,
med
with
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Shesawhermarshalling
de
the
childrenofthepoorintopews.
She
komma
would
comeinattheheadoftheprocessionfromtheSunday
Skulle
School
exactlyfiveminutesbeforethechoir,
och
and
getherboysandgirlsneatlyfittedintotheirallottedseats,
och
and
downontheirlittlekneesintheirpreliminaryprayer,
och
and
upagainontheirfeetjust
som
as
,totheswellingorgan,thevestrydooropened,
och
and
thechoirandclergy,
stora
big
withthelitaniesandcommandmentstheywerepresentlytoroll
ut
out
,emerged.
Shehadasad
ansikte
face
,yetshewasevidentlyefficient.
Thecombination
brukade
used
tomakeMrs.Wilkinswonder,forshe
hade
had
beentoldbyMellersh,ondayswhenshe
hade
had
onlybeenableto
get
plaice,thatifonewereefficient
man
one
wouldn’tbedepressed,andthatif
man
one
doesone’sjobwell
man
one
becomesautomaticallybrightandbrisk.
Om
About
Mrs.Arbuthnottherewas
inget
nothing
brightandbrisk,though
mycket
much
inherwaywiththeSundaySchool
barn
children
thatwasautomatic;
but
när
when
Mrs.Wilkins,turningfromthewindow,caughtsightofherintheclubshewasnotbeingautomaticatall,butwaslookingfixedlyat
en
one
portionofthefirstpageofTheTimes,
höll
holding
thepaperquitestill,hereyesnotmoving.
Shewas
bara
just
staring;
andherface,asusual,wasthe
ansikte
face
ofapatientanddisappointedMadonna.
Obeying
en
an
impulseshewonderedateven
medan
while
obeyingit,Mrs.Wilkins,theshy
och
and
thereluctant,insteadofproceedingasshe
hade
had
intendedtothecloakroom
och
and
fromthencetoSchoolbred’sinsearchofMellersh’sfish,
stannade
stopped
atthetableand
sitt
sat
downexactlyoppositeMrs.Arbuthnot,towhomshe
hade
had
neveryetspokeninher
liv
life
.
Itwasoneofthoselong,narrowrefectorytables,sothattheywere
ganska
quite
closetoeachother.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot,however,didnot
tittade
look
up.
Shecontinuedtogaze,
med
with
eyesthatseemedtobe
drömma
dreaming
,atonespotonlyofTheTimes.
Mrs.
Wilkins
tittade
watched
heraminute,tryingtoscrewupcourageto
prata
speak
toher.
Shewantedto
fråga
ask
herifshehad
sett
seen
theadvertisement.
Shedidnot
visste
know
whyshewantedto
fråga
ask
herthis,butshe
ville
wanted
to.
Howstupidnottobeableto
prata
speak
toher.
Shelookedso
snäll
kind
.
Shelookedsounhappy.
Varför
Why
couldn’ttwounhappypeoplerefresheachotherontheir
vägen
way
throughthisdustybusinessoflifeby
ett
a
littletalk—real,naturaltalk,aboutwhatthey
kände
felt
,whattheywouldhave
gillat
liked
,whattheystilltriedto
hoppas
hope
?
Andshecouldnothelp
tänka
thinking
thatMrs.Arbuthnot,too,was
läste
reading
thatverysameadvertisement.
Hereyeswereon
den
the
verypartofthepaper.
Was
hon
she
,too,picturingwhatitwouldbelike—thecolour,thefragrance,thelight,thesoftlappingoftheseaamong
små
little
hotrocks?
Colour,fragrance,
ljus
light
,sea;
insteadofShaftesburyAvenue,
och
and
thewetomnibuses,and
de
the
fishdepartmentatShoolbred’s,
och
and
theTubetoHampstead,
och
and
dinner,andto-morrowthe
detsamma
same
andthedayafter
de
the
sameandalwaysthe
detsamma
same
...
SuddenlyMrs.Wilkins
fann
found
herselfleaningacrossthetable.
“Areyou
läser
reading
aboutthemediaevalcastle
och
and
thewistaria?”
sheheardherself
fråga
asking
.
NaturallyMrs.Arbuthnotwassurprised;
men
but
shewasnothalfsomuchsurprisedasMrs.Wilkinswasatherselffor
fråga
asking
.
Mrs.
Arbuthnothadnot
ännu
yet
toherknowledgeseteyeson
den
the
shabby,lank,loosely-put-togetherfiguresittingopposite
henne
her
,withitssmallfreckled
ansikte
face
andbiggreyeyes
nästan
almost
disappearingunderasmashed-downwet-weatherhat,
och
and
shegazedathera
ögonblick
moment
withoutanswering.
Shewasreading
om
about
themediaevalcastleandthewistaria,
eller
or
ratherhadreadaboutit
tio
ten
minutesbefore,andsincethen
hade
had
beenlostindreams—of
ljus
light
,ofcolour,offragrance,ofthesoftlappingoftheseaamong
små
little
hotrocks...
“Whydoyou
frågar
ask
methat?”
shesaidinhergravevoice,forhertrainingof
och
and
bythepoorhad
gjort
made
hergraveandpatient.
Mrs.
Wilkinsflushed
och
and
lookedexcessivelyshyandfrightened.
“Oh,
bara
only
becauseIsawittoo,
och
and
Ithoughtperhaps—Ithoughtsomehow—”
shestammered.
WhereuponMrs.Arbuthnot,her
sinne
mind
beingusedtogetting
folk
people
intolistsanddivisions,fromhabitconsidered,asshegazedthoughtfullyatMrs.Wilkins,
under
under
whatheading,supposingshehadtoclassifyher,she
kunde
could
mostproperlybeput.
“AndI
känner
know
youbysight,”wentonMrs.Wilkins,who,like
alla
all
theshy,onceshewas
började
started
plungedon,frighteningherselfto
mer
more
andmorespeechby
det
the
sheersoundofwhatshe
hade
had
saidlastinherears.
“EverySunday—I
ser
see
youeverySundayinchurch—”.
“Inchurch?”
echoedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“And
här
this
seemssuchawonderfulthing—thisadvertisement
om
about
thewistaria—and—”.
Mrs.
Wilkins,
som
who
musthavebeenat
minst
least
thirty,brokeoffandwriggledinherchair
med
with
themovementofanawkward
och
and
embarrassedschoolgirl.
“Itseemssowonderful,”shewentoninakindofburst,“and—itissuchamiserableday...”
Och
And
thenshesatlookingatMrs.Arbuthnot
med
with
theeyesofanimprisoned
hund
dog
.
“Thispoorthing,”thoughtMrs.Arbuthnot,whose
liv
life
wasspentinhelping
och
and
alleviating,“needsadvice.”
Sheaccordinglypreparedherselfpatientlyto
ge
give
it.
“Ifyouseemeinchurch,”she
sa
said
,kindlyandattentively,“Isupposeyou
bor
live
inHampsteadtoo?”
“Ohyes,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
Andsherepeated,her
huvud
head
onitslongthinneckdroopinga
lite
little
asiftherecollectionofHampsteadbowedher,“Ohyes.”
“Where?”
frågade
asked
Mrs.Arbuthnot,who,whenadvicewasneeded,naturally
först
first
proceededtocollectthefacts.
ButMrs.Wilkins,layingher
hand
hand
softlyandcaressinglyonthe
del
part
ofTheTimeswheretheadvertisementwas,asthoughthemereprintedwordsofitwereprecious,only
sa
said
,“Perhapsthat’swhythisseemssowonderful.”
“No—I
tycker
think
that’swonderfulanyhow,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
glömmer
forgetting
factsandfaintlysighing.
“Thenyouwere
läste
reading
it?”
“Yes,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,hereyes
går
going
dreamyagain.
“Wouldn’titbewonderful?”
murmuredMrs.Wilkins.
“Wonderful,”
sa
said
Mrs.Arbuthnot.
Herface,
som
which
hadlitup,fadedintopatience
igen
again
.
“Verywonderful,”shesaid.
“Butit’s
ingen
no
usewastingone’stime
tänka
thinking
ofsuchthings.”
“Oh,
men
but
itis,”wasMrs.Wilkins’squick,surprisingreply;
surprising
eftersom
because
itwassomuchunlikethe
resten
rest
ofher—thecharacterlesscoat
och
and
skirt,thecrumpledhat,theundecidedwispof
hår
hair
stragglingout.
“Andjust
det
the
consideringofthemisworthwhileinitself—sucha
förändring
change
fromHampstead—andsometimesIbelieve—I
verkligen
really
dobelieve—ifoneconsiders
hårt
hard
enoughonegetsthings.”
Mrs.
Arbuthnotobservedherpatiently.
Inwhatcategorywould
hon
she
,supposingshehadto,
sätta
put
her?
“Perhaps,”shesaid,leaningforwarda
lite
little
,“youwilltellmeyour
namn
name
.
Ifwearetobefriends”—shesmiledhergravesmile—“asI
hoppas
hope
weare,wehadbetterbeginatthebeginning.”
“Ohyes—howkindofyou.
I’mMrs.Wilkins,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Idon’texpect,”sheadded,flushing,asMrs.Arbuthnot
sa
said
nothing,“thatitconveysanythingtoyou.
Ibland
Sometimes
it—itdoesn’tseemtoconvey
något
anything
tomeeither.
But”—she
tittade
looked
roundwithamovementofseekinghelp—“IamMrs.Wilkins.”
Shedidnot
gillade
like
hername.
Itwasamean,
litet
small
name,withakindoffacetioustwist,she
tänkte
thought
,aboutitsendliketheupwardcurveofapugdog’stail.
Där
There
itwas,however.
Therewasno
göra
doing
anythingwithit.
Wilkinsshewas
och
and
Wilkinsshewouldremain;
och
and
thoughherhusbandencouragedherto
ge
give
itonalloccasionsasMrs.Mellersh-Wilkinsshe
bara
only
didthatwhenhewaswithinearshot,forshe
tyckte
thought
MellershmadeWilkinsworse,emphasisingitinthe
sätt
way
Chatsworthonthegate-postsof
en
a
villaemphasisesthevilla.
När
When
firsthesuggestedsheshouldaddMellershshehadobjectedfortheabove
skäl
reason
,andafterapause—Mellershwas
mycket
much
tooprudenttospeakexcept
efter
after
apause,duringwhichpresumablyhewas
tog
taking
acarefulmentalcopyofhiscomingobservation—he
sa
said
,muchdispleased,“ButIamnot
en
a
villa,”andlookedatherashelookswho
hoppas
hopes
,forperhapsthehundredth
gången
time
,thathemaynot
har
have
marriedafool.
Ofcoursehewasnot
en
a
villa,Mrs.Wilkinsassured
honom
him
;
shehadneversupposedhewas;
she
hade
had
notdreamedofmeaning...
shewasonlyjust
tänkte
thinking
...
The
mer
more
sheexplainedthemoreearnest
blev
became
Mellersh’shope,familiartohimby
här
this
time,forhehadthenbeen
en
a
husbandfortwoyears,thathe
kanske
might
notbyanychance
hade
have
marriedafool;
andthey
hade
had
aprolongedquarrel,ifthat
kan
can
becalledaquarrelwhichisconducted
med
with
dignifiedsilenceonone
sidan
side
andearnestapologyonthe
andra
other
,astowhetheror
inte
no
Mrs.WilkinshadintendedtosuggestthatMr.Wilkinswasavilla.
“Ibelieve,”she
hade
had
thoughtwhenitwasatlastover—it
tog
took
alongwhile—“thatanybodywouldquarrel
om
about
anythingwhenthey’venotleftoffbeing
tillsammans
together
forasingledayfor
två
two
wholeyears.
Whatwe
båda
both
needisaholiday.”
“Myhusband,”wentonMrs.WilkinstoMrs.Arbuthnot,
försöker
trying
tothrowsomelightonherself,“is
en
a
solicitor.
He—”
Shecast
om
about
forsomethingshecould
säga
say
elucidatoryofMellersh,and
fann
found
:
“He’sveryhandsome.”
“Well,”
sa
said
Mrs.Arbuthnotkindly,“that
måste
must
beagreatpleasuretoyou.”
“Why?”
frågade
asked
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Because,”saidMrs.Arbuthnot,
en
a
littletakenaback,forconstantintercourse
med
with
thepoorhadaccustomedherto
hade
have
herpronouncementsacceptedwithout
fråga
question
,“becausebeauty—handsomeness—isagift
som
like
anyother,andifitisproperlyused—”.
Shetrailedoffintosilence.
Mrs.Wilkins’s
stora
great
greyeyeswerefixedonher,
och
and
itseemedsuddenlytoMrs.Arbuthnotthat
kanske
perhaps
shewasbecomingcrystallisedintoahabitofexposition,
och
and
ofexpositionafterthemannerofnursemaids,
genom
through
havinganaudiencethatcouldn’tbutagree,that
ville
would
beafraid,ifit
ville
wished
,tointerrupt,thatdidn’t
visste
know
,thatwas,infact,athermercy.
Men
But
Mrs.Wilkinswasnot
lyssnade
listening
;
forjustthen,absurdasitseemed,apicture
hade
had
flashedacrossherbrain,
och
and
thereweretwofiguresinit
satt
sitting
togetherunderagreattrailingwistariathatstretchedacrossthebranchesofatreeshedidn’t
kände
know
,anditwasherself
och
and
Mrs.Arbuthnot—shesawthem—shesaw
dem
them
.
Andbehindthem,brightinsunshine,were
gamla
old
greywalls—themediaevalcastle—she
såg
saw
it—theywerethere...
ShethereforestaredatMrs.Arbuthnot
och
and
didnotheara
ord
word
shesaid.
AndMrs.Arbuthnotstared
också
too
atMrs.Wilkins,arrestedbytheexpressiononher
ansikte
face
,whichwassweptbytheexcitementofwhatshe
såg
saw
,andwasasluminous
och
and
tremulousunderitas
vatten
water
insunlightwhenitisruffledby
en
a
gustofwind.
At
här
this
moment,ifshehadbeenat
en
a
party,Mrs.Wilkinswould
ha
have
beenlookedatwithinterest.
Theystaredateachother;
Mrs.Arbuthnotsurprised,inquiringly,Mrs.Wilkins
med
with
theeyesofsomeone
som
who
hashadarevelation.
Ofcourse.
Thatwashowit
kunde
could
bedone.
Sheherself,shebyherself,couldn’taffordit,
och
and
wouldn’tbeable,even
om
if
shecouldaffordit,to
go
thereallalone;
butshe
och
and
Mrs.Arbuthnottogether...
Sheleanedacrossthetable.
“Whydon’twe
försöker
try
andgetit?”
shewhispered.
Mrs.
Arbuthnot
blev
became
evenmorewide-eyed.
“Getit?”
sherepeated.
“Yes,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins,stillasthoughshewere
rädd
afraid
ofbeingoverheard.
“Notjust
sitta
sit
hereandsayHowwonderful,
och
and
thengohometoHampstead
utan
without
havingputoutafinger—go
hem
home
justasusualand
se
see
aboutthedinnerandthefishjustaswe’vebeendoingforyears
och
and
yearsandwillgoondoingforyears
och
and
years.
Infact,”saidMrs.Wilkins,flushingtotherootsofher
hår
hair
,forthesoundofwhatshewassaying,ofwhatwas
kom
coming
pouringout,frightenedher,
och
and
yetshecouldn’tstop,“I
ser
see
noendtoit.
Thereisno
slut
end
toit.
Sothat
det
there
oughttobea
paus
break
,thereoughttobeintervals—ineverybody’sinterests.
Varför
Why
,itwouldreallybebeingunselfishto
go
awayandbehappyfora
lite
little
,becausewewouldcome
tillbaka
back
somuchnicer.
Yousee,
efter
after
abiteverybodyneedsaholiday.”
“But—howdoyou
menar
mean
,getit?”
askedMrs.Arbuthnot.
“Takeit,”
sa
said
Mrs.Wilkins.
“Takeit?”