all roads lead to calvary-第26节
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afterwards；〃 she whispered； and Mary Stopperton had smiled and nodded。 The service； with its need for being continually upon the move； bored her； she was not in the mood for it。 And the sermon； preached by a young curate who had not yet got over his Oxford drawl； was uninteresting。 She had half hoped that the wheezy old clergyman； who had preached about Calvary on the evening she had first visited the church； would be there again。 She wondered what had become of him； and if it were really a fact that she had known him when she was a child； or only her fancy。 It was strange how vividly her memory of him seemed to pervade the little church。 She had the feeling he was watching her from the shadows。 She waited for Mary in the vestibule； and gave her the shawl； making her swear on the big key of the church door that she would wear it herself and not give it away。 The little old pew…opener's pink and white face flushed with delight as she took it； and the thin； work…worn hands fingered it admiringly。 〃But I may lend it？〃 she pleaded。
They turned up Church Street。 Joan confided to Mary what a rotten Christmas she had had； all by herself； without a soul to speak to except her landlady； who had brought her meals and had been in such haste to get away。
〃I don't know what made me think of you；〃 she said。 〃I'm so glad I did。〃 She gave the little old lady a hug。 Mary laughed。 〃Where are you going now； dearie？〃 she asked。
〃Oh； I don't mind so much now；〃 answered Joan。 〃Now that I've seen a friendly face； I shall go home and go to bed early。〃
They walked a little way in silence。 Mary slipped her hand into Joan's。 〃You wouldn't care to come home and have a bit of supper with me； would you； dearie？〃 she asked。
〃Oh； may I？〃 answered Joan。
Mary's hand gave Joan's a little squeeze。 〃You won't mind if anybody drops in？〃 she said。 〃They do sometimes of a Sunday evening。〃
〃You don't mean a party？〃 asked Joan。
〃No； dear；〃 answered Mary。 〃It's only one or two who have nowhere else to go。〃
Joan laughed。 She thought she would be a fit candidate。
〃You see； it makes company for me；〃 explained Mary。
Mary lived in a tiny house behind a strip of garden。 It stood in a narrow side street between two public…houses； and was covered with ivy。 It had two windows above and a window and a door below。 The upstairs rooms belonged to the churchwardens and were used as a storehouse for old parish registers； deemed of little value。 Mary Stopperton and her bedridden husband lived in the two rooms below。 Mary unlocked the door； and Joan passed in and waited。 Mary lit a candle that was standing on a bracket and turned to lead the way。
〃Shall I shut the door？〃 suggested Joan。
Mary blushed like a child that has been found out just as it was hoping that it had not been noticed。
〃It doesn't matter； dearie；〃 she explained。 〃They know； if they find it open； that I'm in。〃
The little room looked very cosy when Mary had made up the fire and lighted the lamp。 She seated Joan in the worn horsehair easy… chair； out of which one had to be careful one did not slip on to the floor； and spread her handsome shawl over the back of the dilapidated sofa。
〃You won't mind my running away for a minute；〃 she said。 〃I shall only be in the next room。〃
Through the thin partition； Joan heard a constant shrill； complaining voice。 At times； it rose into an angry growl。 Mary looked in at the door。
〃I'm just running round to the doctor's；〃 she whispered。 〃His medicine hasn't come。 I shan't be long。〃
Joan offered to go in and sit with the invalid。 But Mary feared the exertion of talking might be too much for him。 〃He gets so excited；〃 she explained。 She slipped out noiselessly。
It seemed； in spite of its open door； a very silent little house behind its strip of garden。 Joan had the feeling that it was listening。
Suddenly she heard a light step in the passage； and the room door opened。 A girl entered。 She was wearing a large black hat and a black boa round her neck。 Between them her face shone unnaturally white。 She carried a small cloth bag。 She started； on seeing Joan； and seemed about to retreat。
〃Oh； please don't go；〃 cried Joan。 〃Mrs。 Stopperton has just gone round to the doctor's。 She won't be long。 I'm a friend of hers。〃
The girl took stock of her and； apparently reassured； closed the door behind her。
〃What's he like to…night？〃 she asked； with a jerk of her head in the direction of the next room。 She placed her bag carefully upon the sofa； and examined the new shawl as she did so。
〃Well； I gather he's a little fretful；〃 answered Joan with a smile。
〃That's a bad sign；〃 said the girl。 〃Means he's feeling better。〃 She seated herself on the sofa and fingered the shawl。 〃Did you give it her？〃 she asked。
〃Yes；〃 admitted Joan。 〃I rather fancied her in it。〃
〃She'll only pawn it；〃 said the girl； 〃to buy him grapes and port wine。〃
〃I felt a bit afraid of her；〃 laughed Joan； 〃so I made her promise not to part with it。 Is he really very ill； her husband？〃
〃Oh； yes； there's no make…believe this time；〃 answered the girl。 〃A bad thing for her if he wasn't。〃
〃Oh； it's only what's known all over the neighbourhood；〃 continued the girl。 〃She's had a pretty rough time with him。 Twice I've found her getting ready to go to sleep for the night by sitting on the bare floor with her back against the wall。 Had sold every stick in the place and gone off。 But she'd always some excuse for him。 It was sure to be half her fault and the other half he couldn't help。 Now she's got her 'reward' according to her own account。 Heard he was dying in a doss…house； and must fetch him home and nurse him back to life。 Seems he's getting fonder of her every day。 Now that he can't do anything else。〃
〃It doesn't seem to depress her spirits；〃 mused Joan。
〃Oh； she！ She's all right；〃 agreed the girl。 〃Having the time of her life： someone to look after for twenty…four hours a day that can't help themselves。〃
She examined Joan awhile in silence。 〃Are you on the stage？〃 she asked。
〃No；〃 answered Joan。 〃But my mother was。 Are you？〃
〃Thought you looked a bit like it；〃 said the girl。 〃I'm in the chorus。 It's better than being in service or in a shop： that's all you can say for it。〃
〃But you'll get out of that；〃 suggested Joan。 〃You've got the actress face。〃
The girl flushed with pleasure。 It was a striking face； with intelligent eyes and a mobile； sensitive mouth。 〃Oh； yes；〃 she said； 〃I could act all right。 I feel it。 But you don't get out of the chorus。 Except at a price。〃
Joan looked at her。 〃I thought that sort of thing was dying out；〃 she said。
The girl shrugged her shoulders。 〃Not in my shop；〃 she answered。 〃Anyhow； it was the only chance I ever had。 Wish sometimes I'd taken it。 It was quite a good part。〃
〃They must have felt sure you could act；〃 said Joan。 〃Next time it will be a clean offer。〃
The girl shook her head。 〃There's no next time；〃 she said； 〃once you're put down as one of the stand…offs。 Plenty of others to take your place。〃
〃Oh； I don't blame them；〃 she added。 〃It isn't a thing to be dismissed with a toss of your head。 I thought it all out。 Don't know now what decided me。 Something inside me； I suppose。〃
Joan found herself poking the fire。 〃Have you known Mary Stopperton long？〃 she asked。
〃Oh； yes；〃 answered the girl。 〃Ever since I've been on my own。〃
〃Did you talk it over with her？〃 asked Joan。
〃No；〃 answered the girl。 〃I may have just told her。 She isn't the sort that gives advice。〃
〃I'm glad you didn't do it；〃 said Joan： 〃that you put up a fight for all women。〃
The girl gave a short laugh。 〃Afraid I wasn't thinking much about that；〃 she said。
〃No；〃 said Joan。 〃But perhaps that's the way the best fights are foughtwithout thinking。〃
Mary peeped round the door。 She had been lucky enough to find the doctor in。 She disappeared again； and they talked about themselves。 The girl was a Miss Ensor。 She lived by herself in a room in Lawrence Street。
〃I'm not good at getting on with people；〃 she explained。
Mary joined them； and went straight to Miss Ensor's bag and opened it。 She shook her head at the contents； which consisted of a small； flabby…looking meat pie in a tin dish； and two pale； flat mince tarts。
〃It doesn't nourish you； dearie；〃 complained Mary。 〃You could have bought yourself a nice bit of meat with the same money。〃
〃And you would have had all the trouble of cooking it；〃 answered the girl。 〃That only wants warming up。〃
〃But I like cooking； you know； dearie；〃 grumbled Mary。 〃There's no interest in warming things up。〃
The girl laughed。 〃You don't have to go far for your fun；〃 she said。 〃I'll bring a sole next time； and you shall do it au gratin。〃
Mary put the indigestible…looking pasties into the oven； and almost banged the door。 Miss Ensor proceeded to lay the table。 〃How many； do you think？〃 she asked。 Mary was doubtful。 She hoped that； it being Christmas Day； they would have somewhere better to go。
〃I passed old 'Bubble and Squeak；' just now； spouting away to three men and a dog outside the World's End。 I expect he'll turn up；〃 thought Miss Ensor。 She laid for
