he couldnât work more than thirteen hours a day! As if I werenât working far longer. For my dayâs work wasnât over when his was. I had to keep him going all evening, if you understand what I mean. If heâd had his way heâd have just sat in an armchair and sulked when dinner was over. It was I who had to draw him out of himself and brighten him up and make conversation. With no help from him, of course. Sometimes he didnât even listen. As I said to him, I should have thought good manners, if nothing elseâ¦he seemed to have forgotten that I was a lady even if I had married him, and all the time I was working my fingers to the bone for him: and without the slightest appreciation. I used to spend simply hours arranging flowers to make that poky little house nice, and instead of thankingme, what do you think he said? He said he wished I wouldnât fill up the writing desk with them when he wanted to use it: and there was a perfectly frightful fuss one evening because Iâd spilled one of the vases over some papers of his. If was all nonsense really, because they werenât anything to do with his work. He had some silly idea of writing a book in those daysâ¦as if he could. I cured him of that in the end.
âNo, Hilda, you must listen to me. The trouble I went to, entertaining! Robertâs idea was that heâd just slink off by himself every now and then to see what he called his old friendsâ¦and leave me to amuse myself! But I knew from the first that those friends were doing him no good. âNo, Robert,â said I, âyour friends are now mine. It is my duty to have them here, however tired I am and however little we can afford it.â Youâd have thought that would have been enough. But they did come for a bit. That is where I had to use a certain amount of tact. A woman who has her wits about her can always drop in a word here and there. I wanted Robert to see them against a different background. They werenât quite at their ease, somehow, in my drawing-room: not at their best. I couldnât help laughing sometimes. Of course Robert was uncomfortable while the treatment was going on, but itwas all for his own good in the end. None of that set were friends of his any longer by the end of the first year.
âAnd then, he got the new job. A great step up. But what do you think? Instead of realising that we now had a chance to spread out a bit, all he said was âWell now, for Godâs sake letâs have some peace.â That nearly finished me. I nearly gave him up altogether: but I knew my duty. I have always done my duty. You canât believe the work I had getting him to agree to a bigger house, and then finding a house. I wouldnât have grudged it one scrap if only heâd taken it in the right spiritâif only heâd seen the fun of it all. If heâd been a different sort of man it would have been fun meeting him on the doorstep as he came back from the office and saying, âCome along, Bobs, no time for dinner to-night. Iâve just heard of a house near Watford and Iâve got the keys and we can get there and back by one oâclock.â But with him! It was perfect misery, Hilda. For by this time your wonderful Robert was turning into the sort of man who cares about nothing but food.
âWell, I got him into the new house at last. Yes, I know. It was a little more than we could really afford at the moment, but all sorts of things were opening out before him. And, of course, I began to entertain properly. Nomore of his sort of friends, thank you. I was doing it all for his sake. Every useful friend he ever made was due to me. Naturally, I had to dress well. They ought to have been the happiest years of both our lives. If they werenât, he had no one but himself to thank. Oh, he was a maddening man, simply maddening! He just set himself to get old and silent and grumpy. Just sank into himself. He