"Yes, about father--his living and getting well again and being happy as he used to be.What's happened to this place?"She looked at him in the strangest way.He suddenly felt that he'd never seen her before.
"There are a number of things, Martin, that you don't understand--a number of things.You are away from us for years, you come back to us and expect things to be the same.""You and Amy," he said, "both of you, have kept me out of everything since I came back.I believe you both hate me!"She got up slowly from her seat, slowly put her spectacles away in their case, rubbed her fat little hands together, then suddenly licked inquisitively one finger as an animal might do.She spoke to him over her shoulder as she went to the door:
"Oh no, Martin, you speak too strongly."
Left then to his own devices he, at last, wandered out into the foggy streets.After a while he found himself outside a public-house and, after a moment's hesitation, he went in.He asked the stout, rubicund young woman behind the counter for a whisky.She gave him one; he drank that, and then another.
Afterwards he had several more, leaning over the bar, speaking to no one, seeing no one, hearing nothing, and scarcely tasting the drink.
When he came out into the street again he knew that he was half drunk--not so drunk that he didn't know what he was doing.Oh dear, no.HE could drink any amount without feeling it.Nevertheless he had drunk so little during these last weeks that even a drop...
How foggy the streets were...made it difficult to find your way home.But he was all right, he could walk straight, he could put his latch-key into the door at one try, HE was all right.
He was at home again.He didn't stop to hang up his hat and coat but went straight into the dining-room, leaving the door open behind him.He saw that the meal was still on the table just as they'd left it.Amy was there too.
He saw her move back when he came in as though she were afraid to touch him.
"You're drunk!" she said.
"I'm not.You're a liar, Amy.You've always been a liar all your life."She tried to pass him, but he stood in the middle of the door.
"No, you don't," he said."We've got to have this out.What have you been spreading scandal about me and Maggie Cardinal for?""Let me go," she said again.
"Tell me that first.You've always tried to do me harm.Why?""Because I hate the sight of you," she answered quickly."As you've asked me, you shall have a truthful answer.You've never been anything but a disgrace to us ever since you were a little boy.You disgraced us at home and then abroad; now you've come back to disgrace us here again.""That's a lie," he repeated."I've not disgraced anybody.""Well, it won't be very long before you finish ruining that wretched girl.The best you can do now is to marry her.""I can't do that," he said."I'm married already." She did not answer that hut stared at him with amazement.
"But never mind that," he went on."What if I am a bad lot? I don't know what a bad lot is exactly, but if you mean that I've lived with women and been drunk, and lost jobs because I didn't do the work, and been generally on the loose, it's true, of course.But I meant to live decently when I came home.Yes, I did.You can sneer as much as you like.Why didn't you help me? You're my sister, aren't you?
And now I don't care what I do.You've all given me up.Well, give me up, and I'll just go to bits as fast as I can go! If you don't want me there are others who do, or at any rate the bit of money I've got.You've kept me from the only decent girl I've ever known, the one I could have been straight with--""Straight with!" Amy broke in."How were you going to be straight if you're married already?"He would have answered her but a sound behind him made him turn.He wheeled round and saw his father standing almost up against him.He had only time for a horrified vision of the ghostlike figure, the staring eyes, the open mouth, the white cheeks.The old man caught his coat.
"Martin, what was that? What did you say?...No, no...I can't bear that now.I can't, I can't."He turned and made as though he would run up the stairs, catching about him like a child the shabby old dressing-gown that he was wearing.At the first step he stumbled, clutching the bannister to save himself.
Martin rushed to him, putting his arms round him, holding him close to him."It's all right, father...It's not true what you heard...It's all right."His father turned, putting his arms round his neck.
Martin half helped, half carried him up to his bedroom.He laid him on his bed and then, holding his hand, sat by his side all through the long dim afternoon.
About, five Warlock suddenly revived, sat up, arid with the assistance of Martin dressed properly, had some tea, and went down to his study.He sat down in his chair, then suddenly looking up at his son he said:
"Did you and Amy have a quarrel this afternoon?""No, father," said Martin.
"That's right.I thought--I thought...I don't know...My head's confused.You've been a good boy, Martin, haven't you?
There's no need for me to worry, is there?""None, father," Martin said.
After a while Martin said:
"Father, don't go to Chapel to-night."
Warlock smiled.
"I must go.That's all right...Nothing to worry about."For some while he sat there, Martin's hand in his; Martin did not know whether he were asleep or not.
At about ten he ate and drank.At eleven he started with Amy and Thurston for the Chapel.
