As
you 4
pass by in , or while enjoying ten cents worth of fresh air on top of a green omnibus 7
, it 1
jumps out and bites at you 8
.
Architects 9
, confronted with it 1
, reel and throw up their 9
hands defensively , and even the lay observer 10
has a sense of shock .
The place 1
resembles in almost equal proportions a cathedral 11
, a suburban villa 12
, a hotel 13
and a Chinese pagoda 14
.
Many of its 1
windows are of stained glass , and above the porch 15
stand two terra-cotta lions , considerably more repulsive even than the complacent animals which guard New York 17
's Public Library
16 .
It 1
is a house which is impossible to overlook 55
: and it was probably for this reason that Mrs. Pett 18
insisted on buying it 1
, for she 18
was a woman who liked to be noticed 54
.
Through the rich interior of this mansion 1
Mr. Pett 2
, its 1
nominal proprietor
56 , was wandering like a lost spirit 19
.
The hour was about ten of a fine Sunday morning , but the Sabbath calm which was upon the house 1
had not communicated itself to him 2
.
There was a look of exasperation on his 2
usually patient face , and a muttered oath , picked up no doubt on the godless Stock Exchange 20
, escaped his 2
lips .
" Darn it ! "
He 2
was afflicted by a sense of the pathos of his 2
position .
It was not as if he 2
demanded much from life .
He 2
asked but little here below .
At that moment all that he 2
wanted was a quiet spot where he 2
might read his 2
Sunday paper in solitary peace , and he 2
could not find one .
Intruders 21
lurked behind every door .
The place 1
was congested .
This sort of thing had been growing worse and worse ever since his 2
marriage two years previously .
There was a strong literary virus in Mrs. Pett 18
's system .
She 18
not only wrote voluminously herself 18
-- the name Nesta Ford Pett 18
is familiar to all lovers of sensational fiction 22
-- but aimed at maintaining a salon .
Starting , in pursuance of this aim , with a single specimen 23
, -- , Willie Partridge 23
, who was working on a new explosive which would eventually revolutionise war -- she 18
had gradually added to her 18
collections , until now she 18
gave shelter beneath her 18
terra-cotta roof to no fewer than six young and unrecognised geniuses 24
.
Six brilliant youths 24
, mostly novelists who had not yet started 24
and poets who were about to begin 24
, cluttered up on this fair June morning , while he 2
, clutching his 2
Sunday paper , wandered about , finding , like the dove in Genesis , no rest .
It was at such times that he 2
was almost inclined to envy , a business friend of
his 2
25 named Elmer Ford 25
, who had perished suddenly of an apoplectic seizure : and the pity which he 2
generally felt for the deceased 25
tended to shift its focus .
Marriage had certainly complicated life for Mr. Pett 2
, as it frequently does for the man who waits fifty years before trying it 26
.
In addition to the geniuses 24
, Mrs. Pett 18
had brought with her 18
to , Ogden 59
, a fourteen-year-old boy of a singularly unloveable type 27
.
Years of grown-up society and the absence of anything approaching discipline had given him 27
a precocity on which the earnest efforts of a series of private tutors 28
had expended themselves 28
in vain .
They 28
came , full of optimism and self-confidence , to retire after a brief interval , shattered by the boy 27
's stodgy resistance to education in any form or shape .
To Mr. Pett 2
, never at his 2
ease with boys 29
, Ogden Ford 27
was a constant irritant .
He 2
disliked 's personality , and he 2
more than suspected him 27
of stealing his 2
cigarettes .
It was an additional annoyance that he 2
was fully aware of the impossibility of ever catching him 27
at it .
Mr. Pett 2
resumed his 2
journey .
He 2
had interrupted it for a moment to listen at the door of the morning-room 30
, but , a remark in a high tenor voice about the essential Christianity of the poet Shelley 52
filtering through the oak , he 2
had moved on .
Silence from behind another door farther down the passage 31
encouraged him 2
to place his 2
fingers on the handle , but a crashing chord from an unseen piano made him 2
remove them swiftly .
He 2
roamed on , and a few minutes later the process of elimination had brought him 2
to what was technically his 2
own private library
32 -- a large , soothing room full of old books , of which
had been a great collector
60 .
Mr. Pett 2
did not read old books himself 2
, but he 2
liked to be among them , and it is proof of his 2
pessimism that he 2
had not tried the library 32
first .
To his 2
depressed mind it had seemed hardly possible that there could be nobody 34
there 32
.
He 2
stood outside the door , listening tensely .
He 2
could hear nothing .
He 2
went in , and for an instant experienced that ecstatic thrill which only comes to elderly gentlemen of solitary habit who in
find
themselves 35
alone at last
35 .
Then a voice spoke , shattering his 2
dream of solitude .
" Hello , pop 2
! "
Ogden Ford 27
was sprawling in a deep chair in the shadows .
" Come in , pop 2
, come in .
Lots of room . "
Mr. Pett 2
stood in the doorway , regarding with a sombre eye .
He 2
resented the boy 27
's tone of easy patronage , all the harder to endure with philosophic calm at the present moment from the fact that the latter 27
was lounging in his 2
favourite chair .
Even from an aesthetic point of view the sight of the bulging child 27
offended him 2
.
Ogden Ford 27
was round and blobby and looked overfed .
He 27
had the plethoric habit of one to whom wholesome exercise is a stranger and the sallow complexion of the confirmed candy-fiend .
Even now , a bare half hour after breakfast , his 27
jaws were moving with a rhythmical , champing motion .
" What are you 27
eating , boy 27
? " demanded Mr. Pett 2
, his 2
disappointment turning to irritability .
" Candy . "
" I 2
wish you 27
would not eat candy all day . "
" Mother 18
gave it to me 27
, " said Ogden 27
simply .
As he 27
had anticipated , the shot silenced the enemy 2
's battery .
Mr. Pett 2
grunted , but made no verbal comment .
Ogden 27
celebrated his 27
victory by putting another piece of candy in his 27
mouth .
" Got a grouch this morning , have n't you 2
, pop 2
? "
" I 2
will not be spoken to like that ! "
" I 27
thought you 2
had , " said complacently .
" I 27
can always tell .
I 27
do n't see why you 2
want to come picking on me 27
, though .
I 27
've done nothing . "
Mr. Pett 2
was sniffing suspiciously .
" You 27
've been smoking . "
" Me 27
!! "
" Smoking cigarettes . "
" No , sir 2
! "
" There are two butts in the ash-tray . "
" I 27
did n't put them there . "
" One of them is warm . "
" It 's a warm day . "
" You 27
dropped it there when you 27
heard me 2
come in . "
" No , sir 2
!
I 27
've only been here 32
a few minutes .
I 27
guess one of the fellows 24
was in here 32
before me 27
.
They 24
're always swiping your 2
coffin-nails .
You 2
ought to do something about it , pop 2
.
You 2
ought to assert yourself 2
. "
A sense of helplessness came upon Mr. Pett 2
.
For the thousandth time he 2
felt himself 2
baffled by this calm , goggle-eyed boy who treated
him 2
with such supercilious coolness
27 .
" You 27
ought to be out in the open air this lovely morning , " he 2
said feebly .
" All right .
Let 's go for a walk .
I 27
will if you 2
will . "
" I 2
-- I 2
have other things to do , " said Mr. Pett 2
, recoiling from the prospect .
" Well , this fresh-air stuff is overrated anyway .
Where 's the sense of having a home 1
if you 38
do n't stop in it 1
? "
" When I 2
was your 27
age , I 2
would have been out on a morning like this -- er -- bowling my 2
hoop . "
" And look at you 2
now ! "
" What do you 27
mean ? "
" Martyr to lumbago . "
" I 2
am not a martyr to lumbago , " said Mr. Pett , who was touchy on the subject 2
.
" Have it your 2
own way .
All I 27
know is -- " " Never mind ! "
" I 27
'm only saying what mother 18
. . . " " Be quiet ! "
Ogden 27
made further researches in the candy box .
" Have some , pop 2
? "
" No . "
" Quite right .
Got to be careful at your 2
age . "
" What do you 27
mean ? "
" Getting on , you 2
know .
Not so young as you 2
used to be .
Come in , pop 2
, if you 2
're coming in .
There 's a draft from that door . "
Mr. Pett 2
retired , fermenting .
He 2
wondered how another man 39
would have handled this situation .
The ridiculous inconsistency of the human character infuriated him 2
.
Why should he 2
be a totally different man 2
on Riverside Drive 3
from in Pine Street 40
?
Why should he 2
be able to hold his 2
own in Pine Street 40
with grown men 41
-- whiskered , square-jawed financiers 57
-- and yet be unable on Riverside Drive 3
to eject a fourteen-year-old boy 27
from an easy chair ?
It seemed to him 2
sometimes that a curious paralysis of the will came over him 2
out of business hours .
Meanwhile , he 2
had still to find a place where he 2
could read his 2
Sunday paper .
He 2
stood for a while in thought .
Then his 2
brow cleared , and he 2
began to mount the stairs 42
.
Reaching the top floor 43
, he 2
walked along the passage 44
and knocked on a door at the end of it 44
.
From behind this door , as from behind those below , sounds proceeded , but this time they did not seem to discourage Mr. Pett 2
.
It was the tapping of a typewriter that he 2
heard , and he 2
listened to it with an air of benevolent approval .
He 2
loved to hear the sound of a typewriter : it made home 1
so like the office 45
.
" Come in , " called a girl 46
's voice .
The room in which
Mr. Pett 2
found
himself 2
47 was small but cosy , and its 47
cosiness -- oddly , considering the sex of its 47
owner -- had that peculiar quality which belongs as a rule to .
A large bookcase almost covered one side of it 47
, its reds and blues and browns smiling cheerfully at whoever entered .
The walls were hung with prints , judiciously chosen and arranged .
Through a window to the left , healthfully open at the bottom , the sun streamed in , bringing with it the pleasantly subdued whirring of automobiles 50
out on the Drive 3
.
At a desk at right angles to this window , her 46
vivid red-gold hair rippling in the breeze from the river 51
, sat the girl who had been working at the typewriter 46
.
She 46
turned as Mr. Pett 2
entered , and smiled over her 46
shoulder .