The Lady of the Basement Flat | Page 7

look after the
children. Most inefficient, Adela says. Holes in their stockings, and
shrieks the moment their father is out of the building!"
"What was he like?"
"He? Who? Oh, the poor father! Handsome, she said, but haggard. The
Templar nose. Poor, helpless man!"
A horrible feeling surged over me. I felt it rise, swell, crash over my
head like a flood of water--a conviction that I was listening to no tale,
but to a call--that Providence had heard my cry for work, and had
answered it in the person of Wenham Thorold--handsome and
haggard-- in the person of little Thorold girls with holes in their
stockings, of little Thorold boys who shrieked, and a Thorold baby with
problematic hair that might, or might not, curl.
I cowered at the prospect. All very well to talk of my own way, and my

own niche, all very well to dream of fairy wands, and of the soothing,
self-ingratiating role of transforming other people's grey into gold,
while the said people sat agape, transfixed with gratitude and
admiration, but--how extraordinarily prosaic and unromantic the
process became when worked out in sober black and white. To mend
stockings, to stifle shrieks, to be snubbed by a cross housekeeper;
probably, in addition, to be sent to Coventry by the handsome and
haggard one, under suspicion of manoeuvring for his affections. Yes, at
the slightest interference he would certainly put me down as a
designing female, with designs on his hand. At this last thought I
sniggered, and Aunt Eliza looked severe.
"No subject for mirth, Evelyn. I'm surprised! You who are always
talking of wanting to help--"
"But could I help him? I will, if I can. I have money and time, and am
longing for work. Could I banish the housekeeper, and introduce a
variation by paying to take her place?"
Aunt Eliza looked at the ceiling, and informed it obviously, though
dumbly, that when nieces talked nonsense it was waste of breath to
reply. Outraged dignity spoke in her rigid back, in the thin contour of
her cheek.
"A Wastneys to speak of being a housekeeper!"
I realised that I had gone too far, for to jest at the expense of the family
pride was an unpardonable offence, so I added hastily:--
"Or I might take a flat hard by, and do good by stealth! Win the
housekeeper's heart, and then take charge of the five when she gads
forth. Some of the other tenants might need help too. In those great big
buildings, where scores of families live under one roof, there must
always be somebody who needs a helping hand. It would be rather a
charming role to play good fairy to the mansions!"
Even as I spoke a flash of inspiration seemed to light up my dark brain.
My own careless words had created a picture which charmed, which

intrigued. It was as though a veil had lifted, and I caught sight of
beckoning hands. I saw before me a great, grim building, storey after
storey rising in unbroken line, the dusty windows staring into the
windows of a twin building across the road, just as tall, just as unlovely,
just as desolate. I saw a bare entrance hall, in which pale-faced men and
women came and went. I passed with them into so-called "homes"
where electric light burned day and night, and little children played in
nurseries about the size of a comfortable bed. Everybody, as it seemed,
was worn down with the burden of the inevitable daily task, so that
there was no energy left for beauty, for gaiety, for joy. Suppose--oh,
suppose there lived in that building one tenant whose mission it was to
supply that need, to be a Happiness-Monger, a Fairy Godmother,
a--a--a living bran pie of unexpected and stimulating helps.
For the first moment since that motor car turned out of the gate, bearing
away the bride and bridegroom, a glow of warmth took the place of the
blank ache in the place where my heart used to be. It hurt a little, just as
it hurts when the circulation returns to frozen limbs, but it was a
wholesome hurt, a hundred times better than the calm that had gone
before. There glowed through my veins the exultation of the martyr.
Now farewell to ease and luxury, to personal desires and ambitions.
Henceforth I lived only to serve the race!
"Oh, Auntie, it's a glorious idea. Why didn't I think of it before? My
vocation is ready and waiting for me, but I should never have found it
if it hadn't been for you! Why shouldn't I take a little flat in some
unfashionable block, and play good fairy to my neighbours? A free,
unmarried woman is so useful! There ought to be one in