Of Human Bondage - W. Somerset Maugham (best fiction books to read .TXT) 📗

of ’er room if she ’ad four children, and ’ad to do the cookin’, and mend their clothes, and wash them.”

Philip discovered that the greatest tragedy of life to these people was not separation or death, that was natural and the grief of it could be assuaged with tears, but loss of work. He saw a man come home one afternoon, three days after his wife’s confinement, and tell her he had been dismissed; he was a builder and at that time work was slack; he stated the fact, and sat down to his tea.

“Oh, Jim,” she said.

The man ate stolidly some mess which had been stewing in a saucepan against his coming; he stared at his plate; his wife looked at him two or three times, with little startled glances, and then quite silently began to cry. The builder was an uncouth little fellow with a rough, weather-beaten face and a long white scar on his forehead; he had large, stubbly hands. Presently he pushed aside his plate as if he must give up the effort to force himself to eat, and turned a fixed gaze out of the window. The room was at the top of the house, at the back, and one saw nothing but sullen clouds. The silence seemed heavy with despair. Philip felt that there was nothing to be said, he could only go; and as he walked away wearily, for he had been up most of the night, his heart was filled with rage against the cruelty of the world. He knew the hopelessness of the search for work and the desolation which is harder to bear than hunger. He was thankful not to have to believe in God, for then such a condition of things would be intolerable; one could reconcile oneself to existence only because it was meaningless.

It seemed to Philip that the people who spent their time in helping the poorer classes erred because they sought to remedy things which would harass them if themselves had to endure them without thinking that they did not in the least disturb those who were used to them. The poor did not want large airy rooms; they suffered from cold, for their food was not nourishing and their circulation bad; space gave them a feeling of chilliness, and they wanted to burn as little coal as need be; there was no hardship for several to sleep in one room, they preferred it; they were never alone for a moment, from the time they were born to the time they died, and loneliness oppressed them; they enjoyed the promiscuity in which they dwelt, and the constant noise of their surroundings pressed upon their ears unnoticed. They did not feel the need of taking a bath constantly, and Philip often heard them speak with indignation of the necessity to do so with which they were faced on entering the hospital: it was both an affront and a discomfort. They wanted chiefly to be left alone; then if the man was in regular work life went easily and was not without its pleasures: there was plenty of time for gossip, after the day’s work a glass of beer was very good to drink, the streets were a constant source of entertainment, if you wanted to read there was Reynolds’ or the News of the World; “but there, you couldn’t make out ’ow the time did fly, the truth was and that’s a fact, you was a rare one for reading when you was a girl, but what with one thing and another you didn’t get no time now not even to read the paper.”

The usual practice was to pay three visits after a confinement, and one Sunday Philip went to see a patient at the dinner hour. She was up for the first time.

“I couldn’t stay in bed no longer, I really couldn’t. I’m not one for idling, and it gives me the fidgets to be there and do nothing all day long, so I said to ’Erb, I’m just going to get up and cook your dinner for you.”

’Erb was sitting at table with his knife and fork already in his hands. He was a young man, with an open face and blue eyes. He was earning good money, and as things went the couple were in easy circumstances. They had only been married a few months, and were both delighted with the rosy boy who lay in the cradle at the foot of the bed. There was a savoury smell of beefsteak in the room and Philip’s eyes turned to the range.

“I was just going to dish up this minute,” said the woman.

“Fire away,” said Philip. “I’ll just have a look at the son and heir and then I’ll take myself off.”

Husband and wife laughed at Philip’s expression, and ’Erb getting up went over with Philip to the cradle. He looked at his baby proudly.

“There doesn’t seem much wrong with him, does there?” said Philip.

He took up his hat, and by this time ’Erb’s wife had dished up the beefsteak and put on the table a plate of green peas.

“You’re going to have a nice dinner,” smiled Philip.

“He’s only in of a Sunday and I like to ’ave something special for him, so as he shall miss his ’ome when he’s out at work.”

“I suppose you’d be above sittin’ down and ’avin’ a bit of dinner with us?” said ’Erb.

“Oh, ’Erb,” said his wife, in a shocked tone.

“Not if you ask me,” answered Philip, with his attractive smile.

“Well, that’s what I call friendly, I knew ’e wouldn’t take offence, Polly. Just get another plate, my girl.”

Polly was flustered, and she thought ’Erb a regular caution, you never knew what ideas ’e’d get in ’is ’ead next; but she got a plate and wiped it quickly with her apron, then took a new knife and fork from the chest of drawers, where her best cutlery rested among her best clothes. There was a jug