Buried Alive: a Tale of These Days by Arnold Bennett
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"And you've always lived like that, alone like; no home; travelling about; no one to look after you, properly?" There was distress in her voice. He nodded. "One gets accustomed to it." "Oh yes," she said. "I can understand that." "No responsibilities," he added. "No. I can understand all that." Then she hesitated. "But I do feel so sorry for you... all these years!" And her eyes were moist, and her tone was so sincere that Priam Farll found it quite remarkably affecting. Of course she was talking about Henry Leek, the humble valet, and not about Leek's illustrious master. But Priam saw no difference between his lot and that of Leek. He felt that there was no essential difference, and that, despite Leek's multiple perfections as a valet, he never had been looked after--properly. Her voice made him feel just as sorry for himself as she was sorry for him; it made him feel that she had a kind heart, and that a kind heart was the only thing on earth that really mattered. Ah! If Lady Sophia Entwistle had spoken to him in such accents...! The bill came. It was so small that he was ashamed to pay it. The suppression of gratuities enabled the monarch of this bevelled palace to offer a complete dinner for about the same price as a thimbleful of tea and ten drachms of cake a few yards away. Happily the monarch, foreseeing his shame, had arranged a peculiar method of payment through |
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