Read A Family and a Fortune Online
Authors: Ivy Compton-Burnett
âI believe I have put something definitely between Aunt Matty and me. That is what I have done in the first days without Mother. Well, we can't expect to do so well without her.'
âIs Miss Sloane remaining with us in simple obedience?' said Mark.
âI should like to stay with you all.'
âI will give her to you for a time,' said Dudley. âI must learn to talk like a husband.'
âAnd Aunt Matty has given her,' said Aubrey.
âFather, she is yours, if you will have it so,' said Justine. âNo one counts with us as you do.'
âJustine has also given Miss Sloane,' said Aubrey.
âThen I will talk to your father,' said Maria. âAnd you can have your uncle.'
Justine waited for the door to close.
âUncle, I don't think it is too soon to broach a subject which Mother would wish to be dealt with. This does not seem the wrong day to carry out what may have been her last wish. You know what I would say?'
âCan't you try to say it? Because I cannot. And if your mother would have wished it, you must.'
âIt goes without saying,' said Justine, with a casual gesture. âIt is yours, that which you gave us in your generosity when it was yours to give. Now it belongs to another, and we are glad that there is the nearer claim. The lack of it was the shadow over your good fortune. Mother felt it for you and just had time to know that it was lifted. You must have known her feelings.'
âWhat about your old men and women in the village?'
âI shall give them what I gave them before, the work of my heart and head. They like it better, or rather I like it as well for them, as it does not touch their independence. Do
not fear, Uncle. There is no sacrifice in rendering to you the things that are yours.'
âIt seems that there must be sacrifice in rendering things. What does Mark feel about the house?'
âAm I so much worse than Justine?'
âI should think you must be rather worse. Anyone would be. And it is on the weaker person that the greater sacrifice falls.'
âSacrifice? Faugh!' said Justine. âWhat Father can bear, Mark can, and with as good a grace, I hope, as someone who is less affected and matters less.'
âI did not know all that about Mark. And I am still ill at ease. To give a thing and take a thing is so bad that I cannot do it. It must be done for me. And I am glad that a beginning is made.'
âWe can go on,' said Clement, quickly. âEverything is in your hands. Have you anything to tell us of your future home?'
âDo you remember', said Justine, âhow I almost foresaw the need of some readjustment like this, and made a stipulation to meet it? Everything was to be as it had been. That is how it is.'
âMark has not told me that he will like to see the house decay. I wish he would.'
âI can tell you how glad I am to have parts of it saved, and the parts in most danger, and how glad to feel that you will have a home of your own.'
âHere is a little man who is as ready as anyone to make what you will call his sacrifice,' said Justine. âHe is too shy to say so, but he feels it none the less.'
âI am ready indeed,' said Aubrey at once, showing his sister's rightness and her error.
âAnd it is not really a sacrifice,' said Dudley. âHe will tell me that it is not.'
âThere is no need to do that, Uncle.'
âHaven't you enjoyed the money I gave you? It is dreadful to want you to enjoy it and then to give it back. But am I the only person in the world who really likes money?'
âWe have savoured it to the full,' said Justine, âbut not as
much as we shall savour the sense that you are using it for yourself.'
âI do not like the sound of that. I want to eat my cake and have it. I had better let Aubrey keep his pocket money. Then I shall feel that I am letting my brother's family have all I can. That is all I can let them have. Five shillings a week.'
âWell, the little boy will appreciate it, Uncle. And he will feel that he has shown himself willing to fall into line.'
âAubrey will eat his cake and have it,' said Clement.
âSo he will,' said Dudley. âAnd I shall keep my cake and give away the smallest morsel of it. I think that is what people do with cakes. I shall have to be like people; I cannot avoid it.'
âYou cannot,' said Justine. âYou are caught in the meshes of your own life. It has come at last, though it has been so long delayed.'
âYou don't think I am old, do you?'
âNo, not at all. You are in time to give your full prime to her who has won it. Accepted it, you would like me to say. And I think it may be the truer word.'
âAnd some people always have a touch of youth about them.'
âYes, and you are indeed one of them.'
âThank you, I think that is all. And yet I feel there is something else. Oh, Clement has not told me that he is pleased to give up his allowance.'
âIt goes without saying, Uncle.'
âI see it will have to. And I am taking everything and giving nothing. That is terribly like people. I have so often heard it said of them.'
âThe tables are turned on you at last,' said Justine. âBrace up your courage and meet the truth.'
âOf course people never can really part with money. You seem to be the only ones who are different from them. I am getting to know myself better. I knew people before.'
âYou will have a larger charity.'
âIs it larger? It is certainly not the same. Perhaps it is
what people have when they give their sympathy and nothing else? I am more and more as they are. I shall have to face it.'
âWell, I don't think it does us any harm to look at that straight. I have always regarded it squarely myself.'
âBut you have never given a thing and taken a thing. You may not really be like people. You can cling to that in your heart.'
âI wonder if I do,' said Justine, in a musing tone.
âI am going,' said her uncle. âI may be told that I am like people and you are not. Saying a thing of yourself does not mean that you like to hear other people say it. And they do say it differently.'
âWell, we have come to it quickly,' said Clement. âI wonder that Uncle liked to bring another change to our life at once.'
âIt was Justine who chose the time,' said Mark.
âI liked the way he did it,' said Justine, still musingly. âIt was the way I should have chosen to see him carry it through. My heart ached for him as he tried to keep his own note throughout. And he succeeded as well as anyone can, who attempts the impossible. And I think that I spared both him and us by grasping the rope in both hands.'
âYou could not have helped him more,' said Mark.
âMiss Sloane and I are to share his money,' said Aubrey. âIt should knit us closer.'
âI am glad you are not to make a sacrifice, little boy. You are young to take that sort of part in life.'
âI regret that I have to make one,' said Clement.
âI would rather that Uncle had the money than I. I am only so glad that he wants it.'
âI can't understand his wanting it all at once like this. Our little allowances can't make so much difference.'
âHe has spent too much on the house,' said Mark. âIt has taken much more than we foresaw. He has overdrawn his income and the capital he cannot touch. He must actually be in debt. If he did not have this money, he would have nothing for the time. If he had not inherited it, he could not have thought of marrying.'
âHe would have had to see Miss Sloane quite differently,' said Aubrey. âWe see the power of wealth.'
âHe could easily borrow money,' said Clement.
âYou talk as if you did not know him,' said Mark. âHe would not do that; he would hardly dare. You must allow for the effect of his life upon him and for his own character. And it may be less easy to borrow when your securities are in trust.'
âThe income would soon accumulate. He is not going to be married tomorrow.'
âLet us face the truth,' said Justine suddenly. âUncle has lost himself heart and soul in Miss Sloane. Nothing counts beside her and his desire to lavish all he has upon her. His old feelings and affections are for the time in abeyance. We must face it, accept it, welcome it. Anything else would be playing a sorry part.'
âAnd he has to take a house and do the part of an engaged man,' said Mark. âHe will have expenses.'
âWe shall have to see that we have none,' said Clement.
âAnd quite time too,' said Justine, âif it makes us feel like this. It is a good thing that the change has come before we are quite ruined.'
âYou are all ruined but me,' said Aubrey.
âMake an end to your selfish complacence,' said Clement to his sister. âYou are giving up nothing.'
âJustine has spent what she had on other people,' said Mark. âHer old men and women are the sufferers.'
âOh, I have spent on them very wisely, very circumspectly. I have seen to it that they should take no risk. They will feel no sudden change. I have had a care for them.'
âIs Aunt Matty to give up her money?' said Clement.
âNo. Uncle indicated to me in an aside that there would be no question of that. It is to remain as it is.'
âHe should have had an aside about Clement,' said Aubrey.
âMother has left her money to Father, hasn't she?' said Clement.
âYes, most of it. A small legacy to Aunt Matty. She had very little.'
âWill Aunt Matty be ruined, Justine?' said Aubrey. âWhat will she be like then?'
âPoor Aunt Matty!'
âRich Aunt Matty!'
âOh, come, she is an invalid woman, living in a small way. It is not for us, in this house and in comparative luxury, to grudge her any extra that she has. And it will make a difference to Grandpa's last years.'
âGrandpa is not an old man in the village. Only in the lodge.'
âAnd you are a naughty little boy. We must have Mr Penrose back. We must make an end of this doing nothing because of our sorrow. We have lost our leader, but we are in no doubt about her lead. We shall get into the way of hiding a good deal of laziness under our grief. I am in her place and I must represent her.'
âYour own place entitles you to direct Aubrey,' said Mark.
âWe must take up our burdens and go forward.'
âPeople say that kind of thing so cheerfully.'
âI am at a standstill,' said Clement.
âThings go deep with people of Clement's saturnine exterior,' said Aubrey, glancing at his brother with a wariness which was not needed, as the latter's demeanour showed that he had not noticed his words and would notice no other words from him.
âI do see his point,' said Justine. âBut it will not hurt him to show a little grit in his youth.'
âThings like that ought to be guaranteed or not given,' said Clement. âPeople can't have credit for giving things just while they do not want them.'
âUncle asked no credit.'
âNo, but he had it, and we shall have none for giving them up when we are becoming dependent on them. People's outlook alters a great deal in a few months.'
âReally, Clement, I don't see that you deserve any praise for your kind of relinquishment. We have not had enough
giving up in our lives. We see it as a thing which has to be learnt. I am not quite so pleased with my part in it as I perhaps implied; but in a way I welcome it and look forward to getting my teeth into it and going forward without a sign. We may look back on this early lesson and be grateful.'
Aubrey looked at his sister in surprise at the place she gave the lesson in her life.
âWhat will Father do now?' he said. âThere will be no one to be with him.'
âAh,' said Justine, shaking her head, âis that ever out of my mind? Does anything matter beside our real problem? We can snap our fingers at any other.'
âYes, we see you can,' said Clement.
âWe must all do our best,' said Mark.
âMark has confidence in himself as a substitute for Mother and Uncle,' said Clement, irritated by this attitude towards problems.
âNow I don't think what he said suggested that, Clement.'
âWe can't help fate,' said Mark.
âWe can't help it,' said his sister, sighing, âin any sense.'
âI suppose all problems solve themselves.'
âWhy do you think that?' said Clement. âYours does. My problem and Father's have no solution. We shall have to cut the knots, and the result will be the usual mess and waste.'
âCome,' said Justine, beckoning with a slow hand and moving to the window. âCome. Perhaps the answer to our question is here.'
Maria and the brothers were walking together below.
âIs that our solution? May it be.'
âMay it,' said Clement. âIt has served so far for several seconds.'
âCome,' said his sister, beckoning again. âIs it unfolding itself before our eyes?'
Dudley had left his place in the middle and taken Maria's other arm, leaving the one he relinquished, for his brother.'
âThere may be the lifting and laying of our fear, the final token of the future.'
âYou build rather much on it,' said Mark.
âI feel it is symbolic, emblematic, whatever you call it. I cannot feel that the future will be left to itself, with Uncle's eyes upon it, with Uncle's hand to steer its way. And by the future I mean Father's future, of course.'
âNo one else has one,' said Clement. âBut it is natural that Father should not escape Uncle's thoughts at this time. He has just lost his wife, and his brother is leaving him after fifty years. It is not an average situation.'
âWell, I feel that we have had a sign. But you are determined to be contrary until your own little share in the change becomes familiar.'
âWhy is it little? Because yours is? There is no other reason.'