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Title: The Card, A Story Of Adventure In The Five Towns

Author: Arnold Bennett

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Language: English


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WORKS BY ARNOLD BENNETT NOVELS A MAN FROM THE NORTH HELEN WITH THE HIGH HAND ANNA OF THE FIVE TOWNS THE PRICE OF LOVE LEONORA CLAYHANGER A GREAT MAN HILDA LESSWAYS SACRED AND PROFANE LOVE THESE TWAIN WHOM GOD HATH JOINED THE ROLL CALL BURIED ALIVE THE CARD THE OLD WIVES' TALE THE REGENT THE GLIMPSE THE LION'S SHARE LILIAN THE PRETTY LADY MR. PROHACK RICEYMAN STEPS LORD RAINGO THE STRANGE VANGUARD ACCIDENT IMPERIAL PALACE  

 

FANTASIAS THE GRAND BABYLON HOTEL THE LOOT OF CITIES THE GATES OF WRATH HUGO TERESA OF WATLING STREET THE GHOST
THE CITY OF PLEASURE

 

SHORT STORIES THE NIGHT VISITOR THE GRIM SMILE OF THE FIVE TOWNS TALES OF THE FIVE TOWNS ELSIE AND THE CHILD THE MATADOR OF THE FIVE TOWNS THE WOMAN WHO STOLE EVERYTHING

 

BELLES-LETTRES JOURNALISM FOR WOMEN MARRIED LIFE FAME AND FICTION THE AUTHOR'S CRAFT HOW TO BECOME AN AUTHOR LIBERTY THE TRUTH ABOUT AN AUTHOR OVER THERE MENTAL EFFICIENCY BOOKS AND PERSONS HOW TO LIVE ON TWENTY-FOUR SELF AND SELF-MANAGEMENT
HOURS A DAY THINGS THAT HAVE INTERESTED ME THE HUMAN MACHINE THINGS THAT HAVE INTERESTED ME LITERARY TASTE (Second Series) THE FEAST OF ST. FRIEND THINGS THAT HAVE INTERESTED ME HOW TO MAKE THE BEST OF LIFE (Third Series) THE RELIGIOUS INTERREGNUM THE SAVIOUR OF LIFE

 

DRAMA POLITE FARCES THE GREAT ADVENTURE CUPID AND COMMON SENSE THE TITLE WHAT THE PUBLIC WANTS JUDITH THE HONEYMOON SACRED AND PROFANE LOVE THE LOVE MATCH BODY AND SOUL DON JUAN THE BRIGHT ISLAND
MR. PROHACK MISCELLANEOUS THEIR UNITED STATE OUR WOMEN PARIS NIGHTS THE LOG OF THE "VELSA"
MEDITERRANEAN SCENES (In Collaboration with EDEN PHILLPOTTS)
THE SINEWS OF WAR: A ROMANCE
THE STATUE: A ROMANCE (In Collaboration with EDWARD KNOBLOCK)
MILESTONES
LONDON LIFE

 

The Card: A story of adventure in the Five Towns, by Arnold Bennett

First Published (Crown 8vo), February 23rd, 1911

PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN
CONTENTS CHAP. PAGE I. THE DANCE 7 II. THE WIDOW HULLINS'S HOUSE 27 III. THE PANTECHNICON 48 IV. WRECKING OF A LIFE 71 V. THE MERCANTILE MARINE 89 VI. HIS BURGLARY 112 VII. THE RESCUER OF DAMES 132 VIII. RAISING A WIGWAM 153 IX. THE GREAT NEWSPAPER WAR 177 X. HIS INFAMY 196 XI. IN THE ALPS 218 XII. THE SUPREME HONOUR 240
THE CARD
CHAPTER I THE DANCE

I

Edward Henry Machin first saw the smoke on the 27th May 1867, in Brougham Street, Bursley, the most ancient of the Five Towns. Brougham Street runs down from St Luke's Square straight into the Shropshire Union Canal, land consists partly of buildings known as "potbanks" (until they come to be sold by auction, when auctioneers describe them as "extensive earthenware manufactories") and partly of cottages whose highest rent is four-and-six a week. In such surroundings was an extraordinary man born. He was the only anxiety of a widowed mother, who gained her livelihood and his by making up "ladies' own materials" in ladies' own houses. Mrs Machin, however, had a speciality apart from her vocation: she could wash flannel with less shrinking than any other woman in the district, and she could wash fine lace without ruining it; thus often she came to sew and remained to wash. A somewhat gloomy woman; thin, with a tongue! But I liked her. She saved a certain amount of time every day by addressing her son as Denry, instead of Edward Henry.

Not intellectual, not industrious, Denry would have maintained the average dignity of labour on a potbank had he not at the age of twelve won a scholarship from the Board School to the Endowed School. He owed his triumph to audacity rather than learning, and to chance rather than design. On the second day of the examination he happened to arrive in the examination-room ten minutes too soon for the afternoon sitting. He wandered about the place exercising his curiosity, and reached the master's desk. On the desk was a tabulated form with names of candidates and the number of marks achieved by each in each subject of the previous day. He had done badly in geography, and saw seven marks against his name, in the geographical column, out of a possible thirty. The figures had been written in pencil. The pencil lay on the desk. He picked it up, glanced at the door and at the rows of empty desks, and a neat "2" in front of the 7; then he strolled innocently forth and came back late. His trick ought to have been found out—the odds were against him—but it was not found out. Of course it was dishonest. Yes, but I will not agree that Denry was uncommonly vicious. Every schoolboy is dishonest, by the adult standard. If I knew an honest schoolboy I would begin to count my silver spoons as he grew up. All is fair between schoolboys and schoolmasters.

This dazzling feat seemed to influence not only Denry's career but also his character. He gradually came to believe that he had won the scholarship by genuine merit, and that he was a remarkable boy and destined to great ends. His new companions, whose mothers employed Denry's mother, also believed that he was a remarkable boy; but they did not forget, in their gentlemanly way, to call him "washer-woman." Happily Denry did not mind.

He had a thick skin, and fair hair and bright eyes and broad shoulders, and the jolly gaiety of his disposition developed daily. He did not shine at the school; he failed to fulfil the rosy promise of the scholarship; but he was not stupider than the majority; and his opinion of himself, having once risen, remained at "set fair." It was inconceivable that he should work in clay with his hands.

II

When he was sixteen his mother, by operations on a yard and a half of Brussels point lace, put Mrs Emery under an obligation. Mrs Emery was the sister of Mr Duncalf. Mr Duncalf was town Clerk of Bursley, and a solicitor. It is well known that all bureaucracies are honey-combed with intrigue. Denry Machin left school to be clerk to Mr Duncalf, on the condition that within a year he should be able to write shorthand at the rate of a hundred and fifty words a minute. In those days mediocre and incorrect shorthand was not a drug on the market. He complied (more or less, and decidedly less than more) with the condition. And for several years he really thought that he had nothing further to hope for. Then he met the Countess.

The Countess of Chell was born of poor but picturesque parents, and she could put her finger on her great-grandfather's grandfather. Her mother gained her livelihood and her daughter's by allowing herself to be seen a great deal with humbler but richer people's daughters. The Countess was brought up to matrimony. She was aimed and timed to hit a given mark at a given moment. She succeeded. She married the Earl of Chell. She also married about twenty thousand acres in England, about a fifth of Scotland, a house in Piccadilly, seven country seats (including Sneyd), a steam yacht, and five hundred thousand pounds' worth of shares in the Midland Railway. She was young and pretty. She had travelled in China and written a book about China. She sang at charity concerts and acted in private theatricals. She sketched from nature. She was one of the great hostesses of London. And she had not the slightest tendency to stoutness. All this did not satisfy her. She was ambitious! She wanted to be taken seriously. She wanted to enter into the life of the people. She saw in the quarter of a million souls that constitute the Five Towns a unique means to her end, an unrivalled toy. And she determined to be identified with all that was most serious in the social progress of the Five Towns. Hence some fifteen thousand pounds were spent in refurbishing Sneyd Hall, which lies on the edge of the Five Towns, and the Earl and Countess passed four months of the year there. Hence the Earl, a mild, retiring man, when invited by the Town Council to be the ornamental Mayor of Bursley, accepted the invitation. Hence the Mayor and Mayoress gave an immense afternoon reception to practically the entire roll of burgesses. And hence, a little later, the Mayoress let it be known that she meant to give a municipal ball. The news of the ball thrilled Bursley more than anything had thrilled Bursley since the signing of Magna Charta. Nevertheless, balls had been offered by previous mayoresses. One can only suppose that in Bursley there remains a peculiar respect for land, railway stock, steam yachts, and great-grandfathers' grandfathers.

Now, everybody of account had been asked to the reception. But everybody could not be asked to the ball, because not more than two hundred people could dance in the Town Hall. There were nearly thirty-five thousand inhabitants in Bursley, of whom quite two thousand "counted," even though they did not dance.

III

Three weeks and three days before the ball Denry Machin was seated one Monday alone in Mr Duncalf's private offices in Duck Square (where he carried on his practice as a solicitor), when in stepped a tall and pretty young woman, dressed very smartly but soberly in dark green. On the desk in front of Denry were several wide sheets of "abstract" paper, concealed by a copy of that morning's Athletic News. Before Denry could even think of reversing the positions of the abstract paper and the Athletic News the young woman said "Good-morning!" in a very friendly style. She had a shrill voice and an efficient smile.

"Good-morning, madam," said Denry.

"Mr Duncalf in?" asked the young woman brightly.

(Why should Denry have slipped off his stool? It is utterly against etiquette for solicitors' clerks to slip off their stools while answering inquiries.)

"No, madam; he's across at the Town Hall," said Denry.

The young lady shook her head playfully, with a faint smile.

"I've just been there," she said. "They said he was here."

"I daresay I could find him, madam—if you would——"

She now smiled broadly. "Conservative Club, I suppose?" she said, with an air deliciously confidential.

He, too, smiled.

"Oh, no," she said, after a little pause; "just tell him I've called."

"Certainly, madam. Nothing I can do?"

She was already turning away, but she turned back and scrutinised his face, as Denry thought, roguishly.

"You might just give him this list," she said, taking a paper from her satchel and spreading it. She had come to the desk; their elbows touched. "He isn't to take any notice of the crossings-out in red ink— you understand? Of course, I'm relying on him for the other lists, and I expect all the invitations to be out on Wednesday. Good-morning."

She was gone. He sprang to the grimy window. Outside, in the snow, were a brougham, twin horses, twin men in yellow, and a little crowd of youngsters and oldsters. She flashed across the footpath, and vanished; the door of the carriage banged, one of the twins in yellow leaped up to his brother, and the whole affair dashed dangerously away. The face of the leaping twin was familiar to Denry. The man had, indeed, once inhabited Brougham Street, being known to the street as Jock, and his mother had for long years been a friend of Mrs Machin's.

It was the first time Denry had seen the Countess, save at a distance. Assuredly she was finer even than her photographs. Entirely different from what one would have expected! So easy to talk to! (Yet what had he said to her? Nothing—and everything.)

He nodded his head and murmured, "No mistake about that lot!" Meaning, presumably, that all that one had read about the brilliance of the aristocracy was

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