But in such things as rehanging the pictures,deciding on a summer boarding-place,taking a seaside cottage,repapering rooms,choosing seats at the theatre,seeing what the children ate when she was not at table,shutting the cat out at night,keeping run of calls and invitations,and seeing if the furnace was dampered,he had failed her so often that she felt she could not leave him the slightest discretion in regard to a flat.Her total distrust of his judgment in the matters cited and others like them consisted with the greatest admiration of his mind and respect for his character.She often said that if he would only bring these to bear in such exigencies he would be simply perfect;but she had long given up his ever doing so.She subjected him,therefore,to an iron code,but after proclaiming it she was apt to abandon him to the native lawlessness of his temperament.She expected him in this event to do as he pleased,and she resigned herself to it with considerable comfort in holding him accountable.He learned to expect this,and after suffering keenly from her disappointment with whatever he did he waited patiently till she forgot her grievance and began to extract what consolation lurks in the irreparable.She would almost admit at moments that what he had done was a very good thing,but she reserved the right to return in full force to her original condemnation of it;and she accumulated each act of independent volition in witness and warning against him.Their mass oppressed but never deterred him.
He expected to do the wrong thing when left to his own devices,and he did it without any apparent recollection of his former misdeeds and their consequences.There was a good deal of comedy in it all,and some tragedy.
He now experienced a certain expansion,such as husbands of his kind will imagine,on going back to his hotel alone.It was,perhaps,a revulsion from the pain of parting;and he toyed with the idea of Mrs.Grosvenor Green's apartment,which,in its preposterous unsuitability,had a strange attraction.He felt that he could take it with less risk than anything else they had seen,but he said he would look at all the other places in town first.He really spent the greater part of the next day in hunting up the owner of an apartment that had neither steam heat nor an elevator,but was otherwise perfect,and trying to get him to take less than the agent asked.By a curious psychical operation he was able,in the transaction,to work himself into quite a passionate desire for the apartment,while he held the Grosvenor Green apartment in the background of his mind as something that he could return to as altogether more suitable.He conducted some simultaneous negotiation for a furnished house,which enhanced still more the desirability of the Grosvenor Green apartment.Toward evening he went off at a tangent far up-town,so as to be able to tell his wife how utterly preposterous the best there would be as compared even with this ridiculous Grosvenor Green gimcrackery.It is hard to report the processes of his sophistication;perhaps this,again,may best be left to the marital imagination.
He rang at the last of these up-town apartments as it was falling dusk,and it was long before the janitor appeared.Then the man was very surly,and said if he looked at the flat now he would say it was too dark,like all the rest.His reluctance irritated March in proportion to his insincerity in proposing to look at it at all.He knew he did not mean to take it under any circumstances;that he was going to use his inspection of it in dishonest justification of his disobedience to his wife;but he put on an air of offended dignity."If you don't wish to show the apartment,"he said,"I don't care to see it."The man groaned,for he was heavy,and no doubt dreaded the stairs.He scratched a match on his thigh,and led the way up.March was sorry for him,and he put his fingers on a quarter in his waistcoat-pocket to give him at parting.At the same time,be had to trump up an objection to the flat.This was easy,for it was advertised as containing ten rooms,and he found the number eked out with the bath-room and two large closets.
"It's light enough,"said March,"but I don't see how you make out ten rooms""There's ten rooms,"said the man,deigning no proof.
March took his fingers off the quarter,and went down-stairs and out of the door without another word.It would be wrong,it would be impossible,to give the man anything after such insolence.He reflected,with shame,that it was also cheaper to punish than forgive him.
He returned to his hotel prepared for any desperate measure,and convinced now that the Grosvenor Green apartment was not merely the only thing left for him,but was,on its own merits,the best thing in New York.
Fulkerson was waiting for him in the reading-room,and it gave March the curious thrill with which a man closes with temptation when he said:
"Look here!Why don't you take that woman's flat in the Xenophon?She's been at the agents again,and they've been at me.She likes your look--or Mrs.March's--and I guess you can have it at a pretty heavy discount from the original price.I'm authorized to say you can have it for one seventy-five a month,and I don't believe it would be safe for you to offer one fifty."March shook his head,and dropped a mask of virtuous rejection over his corrupt acquiescence."It's too small for us--we couldn't squeeze into it.""Why,look here!"Fulkerson persisted."How many rooms do you people want?""I've got to have a place to work--"
"Of course!And you've got to have it at the Fifth Wheel office.""I hadn't thought of that,"March began."I suppose I could do my work at the office,as there's not much writing--""Why,of course you can't do your work at home.You just come round with me now,and look at that again.""No;I can't do it."
"Why?"
"I--I've got to dine."
