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The explanation of the little model's absence was thus stated by herself to Hilary: 〃I had an appointment。〃

〃More work?〃

〃A friend of Mr。 French。〃

〃Yeswho?〃

〃Mr。 Lennard。  He's a sculptor; he's got a studio in Chelsea。  He wants me to pose to him。〃

〃Ah!〃

She stole a glance at Hilary; and hung her head。

Hilary turned to the window。  〃You know what posing to a sculptor means; of course?〃

The little model's voice sounded behind him; matter…of…fact as ever: 〃He said I was just the figure he was looking for。〃

Hilary continued to stare through the window。  〃I thought you didn't mean to begin standing for the nude。〃

〃I don't want to stay poor always。〃

Hilary turned round at the strange tone of these unexpected words。

The girl was in a streak of sunlight; her pale cheeks flushed; her pale; half…opened lips red; her eyes; in their setting of short black lashes; wide and mutinous; her young round bosom heaving as if she had been running。

〃I don't want to go on copying books all my life。〃

〃Oh; very well。〃

〃Mr。 Dallison!  I didn't mean thatI didn't really!  I want to do what you tell me to doI do!〃

Hilary stood contemplating her with the dubious; critical look; as though asking: 〃What is there behind you?  Are you really a genuine edition; or what?〃 which had so disconcerted her before。  At last he said: 〃You must do just as you like。  I never advise anybody。〃

〃But you don't want me toI know you don't。  Of course; if you don't want me to; then it'll be a pleasure not to!〃

Hilary smiled。

〃Don't you like copying for Mr。 Stone?〃

The little model made a face。  〃I like Mr。 Stonehe's such a funny old gentleman。〃

〃That is the general opinion;〃 answered Hilary。  〃But Mr。 Stone; you know; thinks that we are funny。〃

The little model smiled faintly; too; the streak of sunlight had slanted past her; and; standing there behind its glamour and million floating specks of gold…dust; she looked for the moment like the young Shade of Spring; watching with expectancy for what the year would bring her。

With the words 〃I am ready;〃 spoken from the doorway; Mr。 Stone interrupted further colloquy。。。。

But though the girl's position in the household had; to all seeming; become established; now and then some little incidentstraws blowing down the windshowed feelings at work beneath the family's apparent friendliness; beneath that tentative and almost apologetic manner towards the poor or helpless; which marks out those who own what Hilary had called the 〃social conscience。〃  Only three days; indeed; before he sat in his brown study; meditating beneath the bust of Socrates; Cecilia; coming to lunch; had let fall this remark:

〃Of course; I know nobody can read his handwriting; but I can't think why father doesn't dictate to a typist; instead of to that little girl。  She could go twice the pace!〃

Blanca's answer; deferred for a few seconds; was:

〃Hilary perhaps knows。〃

〃Do you dislike her coming here?〃  asked Hilary。

〃Not particularly。  Why?〃

〃I thought from your tone you did。〃

〃I don't dislike her coming here for that purpose。〃

〃Does she come for any other?〃

Cecilia; dropping her quick glance to her fork; said just a little hastily: 〃Father is extraordinary; of course。〃

But the next three days Hilary was out in the afternoon when the little model came。

This; then; was the other reason; on the morning of the first of May; which made him not averse to go and visit Mrs。 Hughs in Hound Street; Kensington。




CHAPTER VI

FIRST PILGRIMAGE TO HOUND STREET

Hilary and his little bulldog entered Hound Street from its eastern end。  It was a grey street of three…storied houses; all in one style of architecture。  Nearly all their doors were open; and on the doorsteps babes and children were enjoying Easter holidays。  They sat in apathy; varied by sudden little slaps and bursts of noise。  Nearly all were dirty; some had whole boots; some half boots; and two or three had none。  In the gutters more children were at play; their shrill tongues and febrile movements gave Hilary the feeling that their 〃caste〃 exacted of them a profession of this faith: 〃To…day we live; to…morrowif there be onewill be like to…day。〃

He had unconsciously chosen the very centre of the street to walk in; and Miranda; who had never in her life demeaned herself to this extent; ran at his heels; turning up her eyes; as though to say: 'One thing I make a point ofno dog must speak to me!'

Fortunately; there were no dogs; but there were many cats; and these cats were thin。

Through the upper windows of the houses Hilary had glimpses of women in poor habiliments doing various kinds of work; but stopping now and then to gaze into the street。  He walked to the end; where a wall stopped him; and; still in the centre of the road; he walked the whole length back。  The children stared at his tall figure with indifference; they evidently felt that he was not of those who; like themselves; had no to…morrow。

No。 1; Hound Street; abutting on the garden of a house of better class; was distinctly the show building of the street。  The door; however; was not closed; and pulling the remnant of a bell; Hilary walked in。

The first thing that he noticed was a smell; it was not precisely bad; but it might have been better。  It was a smell of walls and washing; varied rather vaguely by red herrings。  The second thing he noticed was his moonlight bulldog; who stood on the doorstep eyeing a tiny sandy cat。  This very little cat; whose back was arched with fury; he was obliged to chase away before his bulldog would come in。 The third thing he noticed was a lame woman of short stature; standing in the doorway of a room。  Her face; with big cheek…bones; and wide…open; light grey; dark…lashed eyes; was broad and patient; she rested her lame leg by holding to the handle of the door。

〃I dunno if you'll find anyone upstairs。  I'd go and ask; but my leg's lame。〃

〃So I see;〃 said Hilary; 〃I'm sorry。〃

The woman sighed: 〃Been like that these five years〃; and turned back into her room。

〃Is there nothing to be done for it?〃

〃Well; I did think so once;〃 replied the woman; 〃but they say the bone's diseased; I neglected it at the start。〃

〃Oh dear!〃

〃We hadn't the time to give to it;〃 the woman said defensively; retiring into a room so full of china cups; photographs; coloured prints; waxwork fruits; and other ornaments; that there seemed no room for the enormous bed。

Wishing her good…morning; Hilary began to mount the stairs。  On the first floor he paused。  Here; in the back room; the little model lived。

He looked around him。  The paper on the passage walls was of a dingy orange colour; the blind of the window torn; and still pursuing him; pervading everything; was the scent of walls and washing and red herrings。  There came on him a sickness; a sort of spiritual revolt。 To live here; to pass up these stairs; between these dingy; bilious walls; on this dirty carpet; with thisugh! every day; twice; four times; six times; who knew how many times a day!  And that sense; the first to be attracted or revolted; the first to become fastidious with the culture of the body; the last to be expelled from the temple of the pure…spirit; that sense to whose refinement all breeding and all education is devoted; that sense which; ever an inch at least in front of man; is able to retard the development of nations; and paralyse all social schemesthis Sense of Smell awakened within him the centuries of his gentility; the ghosts of all those Dallisons who; for three hundred years and more; had served Church or State。 It revived the souls of scents he was accustomed to; and with them; subtly mingled; the whole live fabric of aestheticism; woven in fresh air and laid in lavender。  It roused the simple; non…extravagant demand of perfect cleanliness。  And though he knew that chemists would have certified the composition of his blood to be the same as that of the dwellers in this house; and that this smell; composed of walls and washing and red herrings; was really rather healthy; he stood frowning fixedly at the girl's door; and the memory of his young niece's delicately wrinkled nose as she described the house rose before him

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