persuade her that I should have sooner died than violate her child.
âI didnât do nothinâ! âE didnât do nothinâ!â screamed the girl, suddenly darting out from behind me, and lifting up her dress. âEre, âave a look if you donât believe me!â
And, without a word, the woman did so, barely pausing long enough to tug the blanket a few inches across the gap, and so afford her daughter a scrap of modesty.
At length, she grunted and stepped back. She said nothing, but looked at me; and for the first time I saw a doubt in her eyes, and she seemed somehow smaller, like a kite that has lost the wind, and begun to sag. For a moment, I felt, I had the advantage, and at once determined to make the best of it.
âI will not insult you by offering you more money,â I said, âbut Sarah has a shilling, which she earned fairly, by bringing me here; and I think you would do well to spend it on the doctor; for that is a bad cough, and should be treated.â
And before she had time to reply, or to tell the girl to give the shilling back again, I left, shutting the door behind me, and made my way back through the court, exciting no more than some whispering, and a derisive laugh, from the boys. A few moments later I was in the Strand â which, with its street-vendors, and gas-lamps, and crowds of cheerful theatre-goers, seemed like the waking world after an oppressive dream.
Forgive me, my darling, if what I have described distresses you; but â as you may imagine â it troubled me, and we have agreed that we must have no secrets from each other. I am haunted not merely by the thought of that poor child and her mother, and the knowledge that, quite unintentionally, I have brought more care into their already over-burdened lives, but also by the nagging question of why Ruskin should have suggested I go toMaiden Lane at all. Surely he must have known â as I know myself, if I pause to reflect upon it â that after almost sixty years it is almost inconceivable I should find someone who remembers the Turners? Yet what, otherwise (save only malice; and I hesitate to believe he would be so cruel to a man who has done him no harm) could have prompted him to send me to a stinking slum, from which all traces of the family have been long since obliterated?
My one hope is that I shall find the answer when I see Turnerâs pictures â in which case, I shall know it soon enough, for Marian and I go to Marlborough House on Monday.
My love to you always,
Walter
XII
Letter from Michael Gudgeon to Walter Hartright,
15th August, 185-
Box Cottage, Storry, East Sussex,
August
Dear Mr. Hartright,
Lord, yes! â I remember Turner, though the journey I took with him must have been almost forty years ago now. If I were to draw up an inventory of my memories, I should list them under the following chief heads:
1. Being very cold.
2. Being very wet.
3. Being sick in a boat.
4. Being footsore and saddle-sore in about equal measure.
5. Being ill-housed and ill-fed.
6. Being well housed and well fed.
7. Not giving a damn about any of the above; for my companion was a Great Genius, and I a lusty, impudent, carefree young fellow.
8. Turner very silent when sober.
9. Turner very boisterous when drunk.
I fear I cannot furnish you with a long memoir, for my hand isrheumatic (my poor long-suffering wife, indeed, is taking this letter down to my dictation); and nowadays I do not go about much. My friends, however, are good enough to call upon me here; and if you think it worth the time and expense to do likewise, I should be delighted to welcome you as one of them, and to tell you all I can recall.
Yours very truly,
Michael Gudgeon
XIII
From the diary of Marian Halcombe, 16th August, 185â
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