"Certainly I do.There was a long time in my misguided youth when I supposed myself some sort of porcelain;but it's a relief to be of the common clay, after all, and to know it.If I get broken, I can be easily replaced.""If Tom must go into such a business," said Mrs.Corey, "I'm glad James approves of it.""I'm afraid it wouldn't matter to Tom if he didn't;and I don't know that I should care," said Corey, betraying the fact that he had perhaps had a good deal of his brother-in-law's judgment in the course of his life.
"You had better consult him in regard to Tom's marrying the princess.""There is no necessity at present for that," said Mrs.Corey, with dignity.After a moment, she asked, "Should you feel quite so easy if it were a question of that, Bromfield?""It would be a little more personal."
"You feel about it as I do.Of course, we have both lived too long, and seen too much of the world, to suppose we can control such things.The child is good, I haven't the least doubt, and all those things can be managed so that they wouldn't disgrace us.But she has had a certain sort of bringing up.I should prefer Tom to marry a girl with another sort, and this business venture of his increases the chances that he won't.That's all.""''Tis not so deep as a well, nor so wide as a church door, but 'twill serve.'""I shouldn't like it."
"Well, it hasn't happened yet."
"Ah, you never can realise anything beforehand.""Perhaps that has saved me some suffering.But you have at least the consolation of two anxieties at once.
I always find that a great advantage.You can play one off against the other."Mrs.Corey drew a long breath as if she did not experience the suggested consolation; and she arranged to quit, the following afternoon, the scene of her defeat, which she had not had the courage to make a battlefield.
Her son went down to see her off on the boat, after spending his first day at his desk in Lapham's office.
He was in a gay humour, and she departed in a reflected gleam of his good spirits.He told her all about it, as he sat talking with her at the stern of the boat, lingering till the last moment, and then stepping ashore, with as little waste of time as Lapham himself, on the gang-plank which the deck-hands had laid hold of.
He touched his hat to her from the wharf to reassure her of his escape from being carried away with her, and the next moment his smiling face hid itself in the crowd.
He walked on smiling up the long wharf, encumbered with trucks and hacks and piles of freight, and, taking his way through the deserted business streets beyond this bustle, made a point of passing the door of Lapham's warehouse, on the jambs of which his name and paint were lettered in black on a square ground of white.The door was still open, and Corey loitered a moment before it, tempted to go upstairs and fetch away some foreign letters which he had left on his desk, and which he thought he might finish up at home.He was in love with his work, and he felt the enthusiasm for it which nothing but the work we can do well inspires in us.He believed that he had found his place in the world, after a good deal of looking, and he had the relief, the repose, of fitting into it.
Every little incident of the momentous, uneventful day was a pleasure in his mind, from his sitting down at his desk, to which Lapham's boy brought him the foreign letters, till his rising from it an hour ago.
Lapham had been in view within his own office, but he had given Corey no formal reception, and had, in fact, not spoken to him till toward the end of the forenoon, when he suddenly came out of his den with some more letters in his hand, and after a brief "How d'ye do?"had spoken a few words about them, and left them with him.
He was in his shirt-sleeves again, and his sanguine person seemed to radiate the heat with which he suffered.
He did not go out to lunch, but had it brought to him in his office, where Corey saw him eating it before he left his own desk to go out and perch on a swinging seat before the long counter of a down-town restaurant.
He observed that all the others lunched at twelve, and he resolved to anticipate his usual hour.When he returned, the pretty girl who had been clicking away at a type-writer all the morning was neatly putting out of sight the evidences of pie from the table where her machine stood, and was preparing to go on with her copying.In his office Lapham lay asleep in his arm-chair, with a newspaper over his face.
Now, while Corey lingered at the entrance to the stairway, these two came down the stairs together, and he heard Lapham saying, "Well, then, you better get a divorce."He looked red and excited, and the girl's face, which she veiled at sight of Corey, showed traces of tears.
She slipped round him into the street.
But Lapham stopped, and said, with the show of no feeling but surprise: "Hello, Corey! Did you want to go up?""Yes; there were some letters I hadn't quite got through with.""You'll find Dennis up there.But I guess you better let them go till to-morrow.I always make it a rule to stop work when I'm done.""Perhaps you're right," said Corey, yielding.
"Come along down as far as the boat with me.There's a little matter I want to talk over with you."It was a business matter, and related to Corey's proposed connection with the house.
