Mrs. Craddock. W. Somerset Maugham

it nothing ominous; he looked at Bertha with a grateful smile, and the glance which she returned was full of the most passionate devotion.

      Since his arrival Miss Ley had been observing Craddock with great minuteness, and, being a woman, could not help finding some pleasure in the knowledge that Bertha was trying with anxiety to discover her judgment. Craddock's appearance was prepossessing. Miss Ley liked young men generally, and this was a very good-looking member of the species. His eyes were good, but otherwise there was nothing remarkable in the physiognomy—he looked healthy and good-tempered. Miss Ley noticed even that he did not bite his nails, and that his hands were strong and firm. There was really nothing to distinguish him from the common run of healthy young Englishmen, with good morals and fine physique; but the class is pleasant. Miss Ley's only wonder was that Bertha had chosen him rather than ten thousand others of the same variety, for that Bertha had chosen him somewhat actively there was in Miss Ley's mind not the shadow of a doubt.

      Miss Ley turned to him.

      "Has Bertha shown you our chickens?" she asked, calmly.

      "No," he said, surprised at the question; "I hope she will."

      "Oh, no doubt. You know I am quite ignorant of agriculture. Have you ever been abroad?"

      "No, I stick to my own country," he replied; "it's good enough for me."

      "I dare say it is," said Miss Ley, looking to the ground. "Bertha must certainly show you our chickens. They interest me because they're very like human beings—they're so stupid."

      "I can't get mine to lay at all at this time of year," said Craddock.

      "Of course I'm not an agriculturist," repeated Miss Ley, "but chickens amuse me."

      Dr. Ramsay began to smile, and Bertha flushed angrily.

      "You have never shown any interest in the chickens before, Aunt Polly."

      "Haven't I, my dear? Don't you remember last night I remarked how tough was that one we had for dinner. . . . How long have you known Bertha, Mr. Craddock?"

      "It seems all my life," he replied. "And I want to know her more."

      This time Bertha smiled, and Miss Ley, though she felt certain the repartee was unintentional, was not displeased with it.

      All this time Dr. Ramsay was not saying a word, and his behaviour aroused Bertha's anger.

      "I have never seen you sit for five minutes in silence before, Dr. Ramsay," she said.

      "I think what I have to say would scarcely please you, Miss Bertha."

      Miss Ley was anxious that no altercation should disturb the polite discomfort of the meeting.

      "You're thinking about those rents again, doctor," she said, and turning to Craddock: "The poor doctor is unhappy because half our tenants say they cannot pay."

      The poor doctor grunted and sniffed, and Miss Ley thought it was high time for the young man to take his leave. She looked at Bertha, who quickly understood, and getting up, said—

      "Let us leave them alone, Eddie; I want to show you the house."

      He rose with alacrity, evidently much relieved at the end of the ordeal. He shook Miss Ley's hand, and this time could not be restrained from making a little speech.

      "I hope you're not angry with me for taking Bertha away from you. I hope I shall soon get to know you better, and that we shall become great friends."

      Miss Ley was taken aback, but really thought his effort not bad. It might have been worse, and at all events he had kept out of it references to the Almighty and to his duty! Then Craddock turned to Dr. Ramsay, and went up to him with an outstretched hand that could not be refused.

      "I should like to see you sometime, Dr. Ramsay," he said, looking at him steadily. "I fancy you want to have a talk with me, and I should like it too. When can you give me an appointment?"

      Bertha flushed with pleasure at his frank words, and Miss Ley was pleased at the courage with which he had attacked the old curmudgeon.

      "I think it would be a very good idea," said the doctor. "I can see you to-night at eight."

      "Good! Good-bye, Miss Ley."

      He went out with Bertha.

      Miss Ley was not one of those persons who consider it indiscreet to form an opinion upon small evidence. Before knowing a man for five minutes she made up her mind about him, and liked nothing better than to impart her impression to any that asked her.

      "Upon my word, doctor," she said, as soon as the door was shut, "he's not so terrible as I expected."

      "I never said he was not good-looking," pointedly answered Dr. Ramsay, who was convinced that any and every woman was willing to make herself a fool with a handsome man.

      Miss Ley smiled. "Good looks, my dear doctor, are three parts of the necessary equipment in the battle of life. You can't imagine the miserable existence of a really plain girl."

      "Do you approve of Bertha's ridiculous idea?"

      "To tell you the truth, I think it makes very little difference if you and I approve or not; therefore we'd much better take the matter quietly."

      "You can do what you like, Miss Ley," replied the doctor very bluntly, "but I mean to stop the business."

      "You won't, my dear doctor," said Miss Ley, smiling again. "I know Bertha so much better than you. I've lived with her for three years, and I've found constant entertainment in the study of her character. . . . Let me tell you how I first knew her. Of course you know that her father and I hadn't been on speaking terms for years. Having played ducks and drakes with his own money, he wanted to play the same silly game with mine; and as I strongly objected he flew into a violent passion, called me an ungrateful wretch, and nourished the grievance to the end of his days. Well, his health broke down after his wife's death, and he spent several years with Bertha wandering about the continent. She was educated as best could be, in half-a-dozen countries, and it's a marvel to me that she is not entirely ignorant or entirely vicious. She's a brilliant example in favour of the opinion that the human race is inclined to good rather than to evil."

      Miss Ley smiled, for she was herself convinced of precisely the opposite.

      "Well, one day," she proceeded, "I got a telegram, sent through my solicitors: 'Father dead, please come if convenient.—Bertha Ley.' It was addressed from Naples and I was in Florence. Of course I rushed down, taking nothing but a bag, a few yards of crape, and some smelling-salts. I was met at the station by Bertha, whom I hadn't seen for ten years; I saw a tall and handsome young woman, very self-possessed, and admirably gowned in the very latest fashion. I kissed her in a subdued way, proper to the occasion; and as we drove back, inquired when the funeral was to be, holding the smelling-salts in readiness for an outburst of weeping. 'Oh, it's all over,' she said. 'I didn't send my wire till everything was settled; I thought it would only upset you. I've given notice to the landlord of the villa and to the servants. There was really no need for you to come at all, only the doctor and the English parson seemed to think it rather queer of me to be here alone.' I used the smelling-salts myself! Imagine my emotion; I expected to find a hobbledehoy of a girl in hysterics, everything topsy-turvy and all sorts of horrid things to do; instead of which I found everything arranged perfectly well and the hobbledehoy rather disposed to manage me if I let her. At luncheon she looked at my travelling dress. 'I suppose you left Florence in a hurry,' she remarked. 'If you want to get anything black, you'd better go to my dressmaker; she's not bad. I must go there this afternoon myself to try some things on,'"

      Miss Ley stopped and looked at the doctor to see the effect of her words. He said nothing.

      "And the impression I gained then," she added, "has only been strengthened since. You'll be a very clever man if you prevent Bertha from doing a thing upon which she has set her mind."

      "D'you mean to tell me that you're going to sanction the marriage?"

      Miss Ley shrugged her shoulders. "My dear Dr. Ramsay, I tell you it won't