首页 >出版文学> McTeague>第30章

第30章

  “Butyou’vesignedaPAPER,“criedTrina,exasperated。
  “You’vegottopaythatfirstmonth’srent,anyhow——toforfeitit。Oh,youaresostupid!There’sthirty-
  fivedollarsjustthrownaway。ISHAN’Tgointothathouse;wewon’tmoveaFOOToutofhere。I’vechangedmymindaboutit,andthere’swaterinthebasementbesides。“
  “Well,Iguesswecanstandthirty-fivedollars,“mumbledthedentist,“ifwe’vegotto。“
  “Thirty-fivedollarsjustthrownoutofthewindow,“criedTrina,herteethclicking,everyinstinctofherparsimonyaroused。“Oh,youthethick-wittedestmanthatIeverknew。
  Doyouthinkwe’remillionaires?Oh,tothinkoflosingthirty-fivedollarslikethat。“Tearswereinhereyes,tearsofgriefaswellasofanger。NeverhadMcTeagueseenhislittlewomansoaroused。Suddenlysherosetoherfeetandslammedthechopping-bowldownuponthetable。“Well,Iwon’tpayanickelofit,“sheexclaimed。
  “Huh?What,what?“stammeredthedentist,takenallabackbyheroutburst。
  “Isaythatyouwillfindthatmoney,thatthirty-fivedollars,yourself。“
  “Why——why——“
  “It’syourstupiditygotusintothisfix,andyou’llbetheonethat’llsufferbyit。“
  “Ican’tdoit,IWON’Tdoit。We’ll——we’llshareandsharealike。Why,yousaid——youtoldmeyou’dtakethehouseifthewaterwasfree。“
  “INEVERdid。INEVERdid。Howcanyoustandthereandsaysuchathing?“
  “Youdidtellmethat,“vociferatedMcTeague,beginningtogetangryinhisturn。
  “Mac,Ididn’t,andyouknowit。Andwhat’smore,Iwon’tpayanickel。Mr。Heisepayshisbillnextweek,it’sforty-threedollars,andyoucanjustpaythethirty-fiveoutofthat。“
  “Why,yougotawholehundreddollarssavedupinyourmatch-safe,“shoutedthedentist,throwingoutanarmwithanawkwardgesture。“YoupayhalfandI’llpayhalf,that’sonlyfair。“
  “No,no,NO,“exclaimedTrina。“It’snotahundreddollars。Youwon’ttouchit;youwon’ttouchmymoney,I
  tellyou。“
  “Ah,howdoesithappentobeyours,I’dliketoknow?“
  “It’smine!It’smine!It’smine!“criedTrina,herfacescarlet,herteethclickinglikethesnapofaclosingpurse。
  “Itain’tanymoreyoursthanitismine。“
  “Everypennyofitismine。“
  “Ah,whatafinefixyou’dgetmeinto,“growledthedentist。“I’vesignedthepaperwiththeowner;that’sbusiness,youknow,that’sbusiness,youknow;andnowyougobackonme。Supposewe’dtakenthehouse,we’d’a’sharedtherent,wouldn’twe,justaswedohere?“
  Trinashruggedhershoulderswithagreataffectationofindifferenceandbeganchoppingtheonionsagain。
  “Yousettleitwiththeowner,“shesaid。“It’syouraffair;you’vegotthemoney。“Shepretendedtoassumeacertaincalmnessasthoughthematterwassomethingthatnolongeraffectedher。HermannerexasperatedMcTeagueallthemore。
  “No,Iwon’t;no,Iwon’t;Iwon’teither,“heshouted。
  “I’llpaymyhalfandhecancometoyoufortheotherhalf。“Trinaputahandoverhereartoshutouthisclamor。
  “Ah,don’ttryandbesmart,“criedMcTeague。“Come,now,yesorno,willyoupayyourhalf?“
  “YouheardwhatIsaid。“
  “Willyoupayit?“
  “No。“
  “Miser!“shoutedMcTeague。“Miser!you’reworsethanoldZerkow。Allright,allright,keepyourmoney。I’llpaythewholethirty-five。I’dratherloseitthanbesuchamiserasyou。“
  “Haven’tyougotanythingtodo,“returnedTrina,“insteadofstayinghereandabusingme?“
  “Well,then,forthelasttime,willyouhelpmeout?“
  Trinacuttheheadsofafreshbunchofonionsandgavenoanswer。
  “Huh?willyou?“
  “I’dliketohavemykitchentomyself,please,“shesaidinamincingway,irritatingtoalastdegree。Thedentiststampedoutoftheroom,bangingthedoorbehindhim。
  Fornearlyaweekthebreachbetweenthemremainedunhealed。
  Trinaonlyspoketothedentistinmonosyllables,whilehe,exasperatedathercalmnessandfrigidreserve,sulkedinhis“DentalParlors,“mutteringterriblethingsbeneathhismustache,orfindingsolaceinhisconcertina,playinghissixlugubriousairsoverandoveragain,orswearingfrightfuloathsathiscanary。WhenHeisepaidhisbill,McTeague,inafury,senttheamounttotheownerofthelittlehouse。
  Therewasnoformalreconciliationbetweenthedentistandhislittlewoman。Theirrelationsreadjustedthemselvesinevitably。Bytheendoftheweektheywereasamicableasever,butitwaslongbeforetheyspokeofthelittlehouseagain。NordidtheyeverrevisititofaSundayafternoon。
  AmonthorsolatertheRyerstoldthemthattheownerhimselfhadmovedin。TheMcTeaguesneveroccupiedthatlittlehouse。
  ButTrinasufferedareactionafterthequarrel。Shebegantobesorryshehadrefusedtohelpherhusband,sorryshehadbroughtmatterstosuchanissue。OneafternoonasshewasatworkontheNoah’sarkanimals,shesurprisedherselfcryingovertheaffair。Shelovedher“oldbear“toomuchtodohimaninjustice,andperhaps,afterall,shehadbeeninthewrong。Thenitoccurredtoherhowprettyitwouldbetocomeupbehindhimunexpectedly,andslipthemoney,thirty-fivedollars,intohishand,andpullhishugeheaddowntoherandkisshisbaldspotassheusedtodointhedaysbeforetheyweremarried。
  Thenshehesitated,pausinginherwork,herknifedroppingintoherlap,ahalf-whittledfigurebetweenherfingers。
  Ifnotthirty-fivedollars,thenatleastfifteenorsixteen,hershareofit。Butafeelingofreluctance,asuddenrevoltagainstthisintendedgenerosity,aroseinher。
  “No,no,“shesaidtoherself。“I’llgivehimtendollars。
  I’lltellhimit’sallIcanafford。ItISallIcanafford。“
  Shehastenedtofinishthefigureoftheanimalshewasthenatworkupon,puttingintheearsandtailwithadropofglue,andtossingitintothebasketatherside。Thensheroseandwentintothebedroomandopenedhertrunk,takingthekeyfromunderacornerofthecarpetwhereshekeptithid。
  Attheverybottomofhertrunk,underherbridaldress,shekepthersavings。Itwasallinchange——halfdollarsanddollarsforthemostpart,withhereandthereagoldpiece。
  Longsincethelittlebrassmatch-boxhadoverflowed。Trinakeptthesurplusinachamois-skinsackshehadmadefromanoldchestprotector。Justnow,yieldingtoanimpulsewhichoftenseizedher,shedrewoutthematch-boxandthechamoissack,andemptyingthecontentsonthebed,countedthemcarefully。Itcametoonehundredandsixty-fivedollars,alltold。Shecounteditandrecounteditandmadelittlepilesofit,andrubbedthegoldpiecesbetweenthefoldsofherapronuntiltheyshone。
  “Ah,yes,tendollarsisallIcanaffordtogiveMac,“saidTrina,“andeventhen,thinkofit,tendollars——itwillbefourorfivemonthsbeforeIcansavethatagain。But,dearoldMac,Iknowitwouldmakehimfeelglad,andperhaps,“
  sheadded,suddenlytakenwithanidea,“perhapsMacwillrefusetotakeit。“
  Shetookaten-dollarpiecefromtheheapandputtherestaway。Thenshepaused:
  “No,notthegoldpiece,“shesaidtoherself。“It’stoopretty。Hecanhavethesilver。“Shemadethechangeandcountedouttensilverdollarsintoherpalm。Butwhatadifferenceitmadeintheappearanceandweightofthelittlechamoisbag!Thebagwasshrunkenandwithered,longwrinklesappearedrunningdownwardfromthedraw-string。Itwasalamentablesight。Trinalookedlonginglyatthetenbroadpiecesinherhand。Thensuddenlyallherintuitivedesireofsaving,herinstinctofhoarding,herloveofmoneyforthemoney’ssake,rosestrongwithinher。
  “No,no,no,“shesaid。“Ican’tdoit。Itmaybemean,butIcan’thelpit。It’sstrongerthanI。“Shereturnedthemoneytothebagandlockeditandthebrassmatch-boxinhertrunk,turningthekeywithalongbreathofsatisfaction。
  Shewasalittletroubled,however,asshewentbackintothesitting-roomandtookupherwork。
  “Ididn’tusetobesostingy,“shetoldherself。“SinceI
  woninthelotteryI’vebecomearegularlittlemiser。It’sgrowingonme,butnevermind,it’sagoodfault,and,anyhow,Ican’thelpit。“
  CHAPTER11
  OnthatparticularmorningtheMcTeagueshadrisenahalfhourearlierthanusualandtakenahurriedbreakfastinthekitchenonthedealtablewithitsoilclothcover。Trinawashouse-cleaningthatweekandhadapresentimentofahardday’sworkaheadofher,whileMcTeaguerememberedaseveno’clockappointmentwithalittleGermanshoemaker。
  Atabouteighto’clock,whenthedentisthadbeeninhisofficeforoveranhour,Trinadescendeduponthebedroom,atowelaboutherheadandtheroller-sweeperinherhand。
  Shecoveredthebureauandsewingmachinewithsheets,andunhookedthechenilleportieresbetweenthebedroomandthesitting-room。AsshewastyingtheNottinghamlacecurtainsatthewindowintogreatknots,shesawoldMissBakerontheoppositesidewalkinthestreetbelow,andraisingthesashcalleddowntoher。
  “Oh,it’syou,Mrs。McTeague,“criedtheretireddressmaker,facingabout,herheadintheair。Thenalongconversationwasbegun,Trina,herarmsfoldedunderherbreast,herelbowsrestingonthewindowledge,willingtobeidleforamoment;oldMissBaker,hermarket-basketonherarm,herhandswrappedintheendsofherworstedshawlagainstthecoldoftheearlymorning。Theyexchangedphrases,callingtoeachotherfromwindowtocurb,theirbreathcomingfromtheirlipsinfaintpuffsofvapor,theirvoicesshrill,andraisedtodominatetheclamorofthewakingstreet。Thenewsboyshadmadetheirappearanceonthestreet,togetherwiththedaylaborers。Thecablecarshadbeguntofillup;allalongthestreetcouldbeseentheshopkeeperstakingdowntheirshutters;somewerestillbreakfasting。Nowandthenawaiterfromoneofthecheaprestaurantscrossedfromonesidewalktoanother,balancingononepalmatraycoveredwithanapkin。
  “Aren’tyououtprettyearlythismorning,MissBaker?“
  calledTrina。
  “No,no,“answeredtheother。“I’malwaysupathalf-pastsix,butIdon’talwaysgetoutsosoon。Iwantedtogetaniceheadofcabbageandsomelentilsforasoup,andifyoudon’tgotomarketearly,therestaurantsgetallthebest。“
  “Andyou’vebeentomarketalready,MissBaker?“
  “Oh,my,yes;andIgotafish——asole——see。“Shedrewthesoleinquestionfromherbasket。
  “Oh,thelovelysole!“exclaimedTrina。
  “IgotthisoneatSpadella’s;healwayshasgoodfishonFriday。Howisthedoctor,Mrs。McTeague?“
  “Ah,Macisalwayswell,thankyou,MissBaker。“
  “Youknow,Mrs。Ryertoldme,“criedthelittledressmaker,movingforwardastepoutofthewayofa“glass-put-in“
  man,“thatDoctorMcTeaguepulledatoothofthatCatholicpriest,Father——oh,Iforgethisname——anyhow,hepulledhistoothwithhisfingers。Wasthattrue,Mrs。McTeague?“
  “Oh,ofcourse。Macdoesthatalmostallthetimenow,’speciallywithfrontteeth。He’sgotaregularreputationforit。Hesaysit’sbroughthimmorepatientsthaneventhesignIgavehim,“sheadded,pointingtothebiggoldenmolarprojectingfromtheofficewindow。