the ragged trousered philanthropists-第30节

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mself　also　at　about　a　quarter　past　seven　and　very　nearly　caught　Philpot　in　the　act　of　smoking。

During　breakfast；　Philpot；　addressing　Crass　and　referring　to　Hunter；　inquired　anxiously：

‘'Ow's　'is　temper　this　mornin'；　Bob？'

‘As　mild　as　milk；'　replied　Crass。　　‘You'd　think　butter　wouldn't　melt　in　'is　mouth。'

‘Seemed　quite　pleased　with　'isself；　didn't　'e？'　said　Harlow。

‘Yes；'　remarked　Newman。　　‘'E　said　good　morning　to　me！'

‘So　'e　did　to　me！'　said　Easton。　　‘'E　come　inter　the　drorin'…room　an'　'e　ses；　〃Oh；　you're　in　'ere　are　yer；　Easton；〃　'e　ses　…　just　like　that；　quite　affable　like。　　So　I　ses；　〃Yes；　sir。〃　　〃Well；〃　'e　ses；　〃get　it　slobbered　over　as　quick　as　you　can；〃　'e　ses；　〃'cos　we　ain't　got　much　for　this　job：　don't　spend　a　lot　of　time　puttying　up。　　Just　smear　it　over　an'　let　it　go！〃'

‘'E　certinly　seemed　very　pleased　about　something；'　said　Harlow。　　‘I　thought　prap's　there　was　a　undertaking　job　in：　one　o'　them　generally　puts　'im　in　a　good　humour。'

‘I　believe　that　nothing　would　please　'im　so　much　as　to　see　a　epidemic　break　out；'　remarked　Philpot。　　‘Small…pox；　Hinfluenza；　Cholery　morbus；　or　anything　like　that。'

‘Yes：　don't　you　remember　'ow　good…tempered　'e　was　last　summer　when　there　was　such　a　lot　of　Scarlet　Fever　about？'　observed　Harlow。

‘Yes；'　said　Crass　with　a　chuckle。　　‘I　recollect　we　'ad　six　children's　funerals　to　do　in　one　week。　　Ole　Misery　was　as　pleased　as　Punch；　because　of　course　as　a　rule　there　ain't　many　boxin'…up　jobs　in　the　summer。　　It's　in　winter　as　hundertakers　reaps　their　'arvest。'

‘We　ain't　'ad　very　many　this　winter；　though；　so　far；'　said　Harlow。

‘Not　so　many　as　usual；'　admitted　Crass；　‘but　still；　we　can't　grumble：　we've　'ad　one　nearly　every　week　since　the　beginning　of　October。　That's　not　so　bad；　you　know。'

Crass　took　a　lively　interest　in　the　undertaking　department　of　Rushton　&　Co。's　business。　　He　always　had　the　job　of　polishing　or　varnishing　the　coffin　and　assisting　to　take　it　home　and　to　‘lift　in'　the　corpse；　besides　acting　as　one　of　the　bearers　at　the　funeral。　　This　work　was　more　highly　paid　for　than　painting。

‘But　I　don't　think　there's　no　funeral　job　in；'　added　Crass　after　a　pause。　　‘I　think　it's　because　'e's　glad　to　see　the　end　of　Owen；　if　yeh　ask　me。'

‘Praps　that　'as　got　something　to　do　with　it；'　said　Harlow。　　‘But　all　the　same　I　don't　call　that　a　proper　way　to　treat　anyone　…　givin'　a　man　the　push　in　that　way　just　because　'e　'appened　to　'ave　a　spite　against　'im。'

‘It's　wot　I　call　a　bldy　shame！'　cried　Philpot。　　‘Owen's　a　chap　wots　always　ready　to　do　a　good　turn　to　anybody；　and　'e　knows　'is　work；　although　'e　is　a　bit　of　a　nuisance　sometimes；　I　must　admit；　when　'e　gets　on　about　Socialism。'

‘I　suppose　Misery　didn't　say　nothin'　about　'im　this　mornin'？'　inquired　Easton。

‘No；'　replied　Crass；　and　added：　‘I　only　'ope　Owen　don't　think　as　I　never　said　anything　against　'im。　　'E　looked　at　me　very　funny　that　night　after　Nimrod　went　away。　　Owen　needn't　think　nothing　like　that　about　ME；　because　I'm　a　chap　like　this　…　if　I　couldn't　do　nobody　no　good；　I　wouldn't　never　do　'em　no　'arm！'

At　this　some　of　the　others　furtively　exchanged　significant　glances；　and　Harlow　began　to　smile；　but　no　one　said　anything。

Philpot；　noticing　that　the　newcomer　had　not　helped　himself　to　any　tea；　called　Bert's　attention　to　the　fact　and　the　boy　filled　Owen's　cup　and　passed　it　over　to　the　new　hand。

Their　conjectures　regarding　the　cause　of　Hunter's　good　humour　were　all　wrong。　　As　the　reader　knows；　Owen　had　not　been　discharged　at　all；　and　there　was　nobody　dead。　　The　real　reason　was　that；　having　decided　to　take　on　another　man；　Hunter　had　experienced　no　difficulty　in　getting　one　at　the　same　reduced　rate　as　that　which　Newman　was　working　for；　there　being　such　numbers　of　men　out　of　employment。　　Hitherto　the　usual　rate　of　pay　in　Mugsborough　had　been　sevenpence　an　hour　for　skilled　painters。　　The　reader　will　remember　that　Newman　consented　to　accept　a　job　at　sixpence　halfpenny。　　So　far　none　of　the　other　workmen　knew　that　Newman　was　working　under　price：　he　had　told　no　one；　not　feeling　sure　whether　he　was　the　only　one　or　not。　　The　man　whom　Hunter　had　taken　on　that　morning　also　decided　in　his　mind　that　he　would　keep　his　own　counsel　concerning　what　pay　he　was　to　receive；　until　he　found　out　what　the　others　were　getting。

Just　before　half　past　eight　Owen　arrived　and　was　immediately　assailed　with　questions　as　to　what　had　transpired　at　the　office。　　Crass　listened　with　ill…concealed　chagrin　to　Owen's　account；　but　most　of　the　others　were　genuinely　pleased。

‘But　what　a　way　to　speak　to　anybody！'　observed　Harlow；　referring　to　Hunter's　manner　on　the　previous　Monday　night。

‘You　know；　I　reckon　if　ole　Misery　'ad　four　legs；　'e'd　make　a　very　good　pig；'　said　Philpot；　solemnly；　‘and　you　can't　expect　nothin'　from　a　pig　but　a　grunt。'

During　the　morning；　as　Easton　and　Owen　were　working　together　in　the　drawing…room；　the　former　remarked：

‘Did　I　tell　you　I　had　a　room　I　wanted　to　let；　Frank？'

‘Yes；　I　think　you　did。'

‘Well；　I've　let　it　to　Slyme。　　I　think　he　seems　a　very　decent　sort　of　chap；　don't　you？'

‘Yes；　I　suppose　he　is；'　replied　Owen；　hesitatingly。　　‘I　know　nothing　against　him。'

‘Of　course；　we'd　rather　'ave　the　'ouse　to　ourselves　if　we　could　afford　it；　but　work　is　so　scarce　lately。　　I've　been　figuring　out　exactly　what　my　money　has　averaged　for　the　last　twelve　months　and　how　much　a　week　do　you　think　it　comes　to？'

‘God　only　knows；'　said　Owen。　　‘How　much？'

‘About　eighteen　bob。'

‘So　you　see　we　had　to　do　something；'　continued　Easton；　‘and　I　reckon　we're　lucky　to　get　a　respectable　sort　of　chap　like　Slyme；　religious　and　teetotal　and　all　that；　you　know。　　Don't　you　think　so？'

‘Yes；　I　suppose　you　are；'　said　Owen；　who；　although　he　intensely　disliked　Slyme；　knew　nothing　definite　against　him。

They　worked　in　silence　for　some　time；　and　then　Owen　said：

‘At　the　present　time　there　are　thousands　of　people　so　badly　off　that；　compared　with　them；　WE　are　RICH。　　Their　sufferings　are　so　great　that　compared　with　them；　we　may　be　said　to　be　living　in　luxury。　　You　know　that；　don't　you？'

‘Yes；　that's　true　enough；　mate。　　We　really　ought　to　be　very　thankful：　we　ought　to　consider　ourselves　lucky　to　'ave　a　inside　job　like　this　when　there's　such　a　lot　of　chaps　walkin'　about　doin'　nothing。'

‘Yes；'　said　Owen：　‘we're　lucky！　　Although　we're　in　a　condition　of　abject；　miserable　poverty　we　must　consider　ourselves　lucky　that　we're　not　actually　starving。'

Owen　was　painting　the　door；　Easton　was　doing　the　skirting。　　This　work　caused　no　noise；　so　they　were　able　to　converse　without　difficulty。

‘Do　you　think　it's　right　for　us　to　tamely　make　up　our　minds　to　live　for　the　rest　of　our　lives　under　such　conditions　as　that？'

‘No；　certainly　not；'　replied　Easton；　‘but　things　are　sure　to　get　better　presently。　　Trade　hasn't　always　been　as　bad　as　it　is　now。　　Why；　you　can　remember　as　well　as　I　can　a　few　years　ago　there　was　so　much　work　that　we　was　putting　in　fourteen　and　sixteen　hours　a　day。　　I　used　to　be　so　done　up　by　the　end　of　the　week　that　I　used　to　stay　in　bed　nearly　all　day　on　Sunday。'

‘But　don't　you　think　it's　worth　while　trying　to　find　out　whether　it's　possible　to　so　arrange　things　that　we　may　be　able　to　live　like　civilized　human　beings　without　being　alternately　worked　to　death　or　starved？'

‘I　don't　see　how　we're　goin'　to　alter　things；'　answered　Easton。　　‘At　the　present　time；　from　what　I　hear；　work　is　scarce　everywhere。　　WE　can't　MAKE　work；　can　we？'

‘Do　you　think；　then；　that　the　affairs　of　the　world　are　something　like　the　wind　or　the　weather　…　altogether　beyond　our　control？　　And　that　if　they're　bad　we　can　do　nothing　but　just　sit　down　and　wait　for　them　to　get　better？'

‘Well；　I　don't　see　'ow　we　can　odds　it。　　If　the　people　wot's　got　the　money　won't　spend　it；　the　likes　of　me　and　you　can't　make　'em；　can　we？'

Owen　looked　curiously　at　Easton。

‘I　suppose　you're　about　twenty…six　now；'　he　said。　　‘That　means　that　you　have　about　another　thirty　years　to　live。　　Of　course；　if　you　had　proper　food　and　clothes　and　hadn't　to　work　more　than　a　reasonable　number　of　hours　every　day；　there　is　no　natural　reason　why　you　should　not　live　for　another　fifty　or　sixty　years：　but　we'll　say　thirty。　　Do　you　mean　to　say　that　you　are　able　to　contemplate　with　indifference　the　prospect　of　living　for　another　thirty　years　under　such　conditions　as　those　we　endure　at　present？'

Easton　made　no　reply。

‘If　you　were　to　commit　some　serious　breach　of　the　law；　and　were　sentenced　next　week　to　ten　years'　penal　servitude；　you'd　probably　think　your　fate　a　very　pitiable　one：　yet　you　appear　to　submit　quite　cheerfully　to　this　other　sentence；　which　is　…　that　you　shall　die　a　premature　death　after　you　have　done　another　thirty　years'　hard　labour。'

Easton　continued　painting　the　skirting。

‘When　there's　no　work；'　Owen　went　on；　taking　another　dip　of　paint　as　he　spoke　and　starting　on　one　of　the　lower　panels　of　the　door；　‘when　there's　no　work；　you　will　either　starve　or　get　into　debt。　　When　…　as　at　present　…　there　is　a　little　work；　you　will　live　in　a　state　of　semi…starvation。　　When　times　are　what　you　call　〃good〃；　you　will　work　for　twelve　or　fourteen　hours　a　day　and　…　if　you're　VERY　lucky　…　occasionally　all　night。　　The　extra　money　you　then　earn　will　go　to　pay　your　debts　so　th