so it was that the great and long incubated quarrel between lady harman and her husband broke into active hostilities.
in spite of my ill-concealed bias in favour of lady harman i have to confess that she began this conflict rashly, planlessly, with no equipment and no definite end. particularly i would emphasize that she had no definite end. she had wanted merely to establish a right to go out by herself occasionally, exercise a certain choice of friends, take on in fact the privileges of a grown-up person, and in asserting that she had never anticipated that the participation of the household would be invoked, or that a general breach might open between herself and her husband. it had seemed just a definite little point at issue, but at sir isaac's angry touch a dozen other matters that had seemed safely remote, matters she had never yet quite properly thought about, had been drawn into controversy. it was not only that he drew in things from outside; he evoked things within herself. she discovered she was disposed to fight not simply to establish certain liberties for herself but also—which had certainly not been in her mind before—to keep her husband away from herself. something latent in the situation had surprised her with this effect. it had arisen out of the quarrel like a sharpshooter out of an ambuscade. her right to go out alone had now only the value of a mere pretext for far more extensive independence. the ultimate extent of these independences, she still dared not contemplate.
she was more than a little scared. she wasn't prepared for so wide a revision of her life as this involved. she wasn't at all sure of the rightfulness of her position. her conception of the marriage contract at that time was liberal towards her husband. after all, didn't she owe obedience? didn't she owe him a subordinate's co-operation? didn't she in fact owe him the whole marriage service contract? when she thought of the figure of him in his purple-striped pyjamas dancing in a paroxysm of exasperation, that sense of responsibility which was one of her innate characteristics reproached her. she had a curious persuasion that she must be dreadfully to blame for provoking so ridiculous, so extravagant an outbreak....
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she heard him getting up tumultuously and when she came down,—after a brief interview with her mother who was still keeping her room,—she found him sitting at the breakfast-table eating toast and marmalade in a greedy malignant manner. the tentative propitiations of his proposal to make things up had entirely disappeared, he was evidently in a far profounder rage with her than he had been overnight. snagsby too, that seemly domestic barometer, looked extraordinarily hushed and grave. she made a greeting-like noise and sir isaac scrunched "morning" up amongst a crowded fierce mouthful of toast. she helped herself to tea and bacon and looking up presently discovered his eye fixed upon her with an expression of ferocious hatred....
he went off in the big car, she supposed to london, about ten and she helped her mother to pack and depart by a train a little after midday. she made a clumsy excuse for not giving that crisp little trifle of financial assistance she was accustomed to, and mrs. sawbridge was anxiously tactful about the disappointment. they paid a visit of inspection and farewell to the nursery before the departure. then lady harman was left until lunch to resume her meditation upon this unprecedented breach that had opened between her husband and herself. she was presently moved to write a little note to lady beach-mandarin expressing her intention of attending a meeting of the social friends and asking whether the date was the following wednesday or thursday. she found three penny stamps in the bureau at which she wrote and this served to remind her of her penniless condition. she spent some time thinking out the possible consequences of that. how after all was she going to do things, with not a penny in the world to do them with?
lady harman was not only instinctively truthful but also almost morbidly honourable. in other words, she was simple-minded. the idea of a community of goods between husband and wife had never established itself in her mind, she took all sir isaac's presents in the spirit in which he gave them, presents she felt they were on trust, and so it was that with a six-hundred pound pearl necklace, a diamond tiara, bracelets, lockets, rings, chains and pendants of the most costly kind—there had been a particularly beautiful bracelet when millicent was born, a necklace on account of florence, a fan painted by charles conder for annette and a richly splendid set of old spanish jewellery—yellow sapphires set in gold—to express sir isaac's gratitude for the baby—with all sorts of purses, bags, boxes, trinkets and garments, with a bedroom and morning-room rich in admirable loot, and with endless tradespeople willing to give her credit it didn't for some time occur to her that there was any possible means of getting pocket-money except by direct demand from sir isaac. she surveyed her balance of two penny stamps and even about these she felt a certain lack of negotiable facility.
she thought indeed that she might perhaps borrow money, but there again her paralyzing honesty made her recoil from the prospect of uncertain repayment. and besides, from whom could she borrow?...
it was on the evening of the second day that a chance remark from peters turned her mind to the extensive possibilities of liquidation that lay close at hand. she was discussing her dinner dress with peters, she wanted something very plain and high and unattractive, and peters, who disapproved of this tendency and was all for female wiles and propitiations, fell into an admiration of the pearl necklace. she thought perhaps by so doing she might induce lady harman to wear it, and if she wore it sir isaac might be a little propitiated, and if sir isaac was a little propitiated it would be much more comfortable for snagsby and herself and everyone. she was reminded of a story of a lady who sold one and substituted imitation pearls, no one the wiser, and she told this to her mistress out of sheer garrulousness. "but if no one found out," said lady harman, "how do you know?"
"not till her death, me lady," said peters, brushing, "when all things are revealed. her husband, they say, made it a present of to another lady and the other lady, me lady, had it valued...."
once the idea had got into lady harman's head it stayed there very obstinately. she surveyed the things on the table before her with a slightly lifted eyebrow. at first she thought the idea of disposing of them an entirely dishonourable idea, and if she couldn't get it out of her head again at least she made it stand in a corner. and while it stood in a corner she began putting a price for the first time in her life first upon this coruscating object and then that. then somehow she found herself thinking more and more whether among all these glittering possessions there wasn't something that she might fairly regard as absolutely her own. there were for example her engagement ring and, still more debateable, certain other pre-nuptial trinkets sir isaac had given her. then there were things given her on her successive birthdays. a birthday present of all presents is surely one's very own? but selling is an extreme exercise of ownership. since those early schooldays when she had carried on an unprofitable traffic in stamps she had never sold anything—unless we are to reckon that for once and for all she had sold herself.
concurrently with these insidious speculations lady harman found herself trying to imagine how one sold jewels. she tried to sound peters by taking up the story of the necklace again. but peters was uninforming. "but where," asked lady harman, "could such a thing be done?"
"there are places, me lady," said peters.
"but where?"
"in the west end, me lady. the west end is full of places—for things of that sort. there's scarcely anything you can't do there, me lady—if only you know how."
that was really all that peters could impart.
"how does one sell jewels?" lady harman became so interested in this side of her perplexities that she did a little lose sight of those subtler problems of integrity that had at first engaged her. do jewellers buy jewels as well as sell them? and then it came into her head that there were such things as pawnshops. by the time she had thought about pawnshops and tried to imagine one, her original complete veto upon any idea of selling had got lost to sight altogether. instead there was a growing conviction that if ever she sold anything it would be a certain sapphire and diamond ring which she didn't like and never wore that sir isaac had given her as a birthday present two years ago. but of course she would never dream of selling anything; at the utmost she need but pawn. she reflected and decided that on the whole it would be wiser not to ask peters how one pawned. it occurred to her to consult the encyclopædia britannica on the subject, but though she learnt that the chinese pawnshops must not charge more than three per cent. per annum, that king edward the third pawned his jewels in 1338 and that father bernardino di feltre who set up pawnshops in assisi and padua and pavia was afterward canonized, she failed to get any very clear idea of the exact ritual of the process. and then suddenly she remembered that she knew a finished expert in pawnshop work in the person of susan burnet. susan could tell her everything. she found some curtains in the study that needed replacement, consulted mrs. crumble and, with a view to economizing her own resources, made that lady send off an urgent letter to susan bidding her come forthwith.
