Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
Vol. VI No. 1 - Modernist Magazines Project
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THE WIDOWER<br />
By JOHN VAN DRUTEN (Author of "YOUNG WOODLEY")<br />
HE was in his office when the telephone rang and he heard Mrs.<br />
Clayton's voice. From its even, set tone, he knew what she had<br />
to tell him.<br />
"It's all over, Richard."<br />
"When?"<br />
"Quarter of an hour ago. Quite suddenly. There was no time to<br />
send for you."<br />
"How was it?"<br />
"Perfectly peaceful. <strong>No</strong>thing . . . not a sign."<br />
"All right. I'll be back soon."<br />
His voice was steady enough and so were his hands as he put back<br />
the receiver. For a moment he stared at the wall in front of him<br />
with dull, blank eyes, trying to realise what it meant, this news that<br />
he had been awaiting for four months now. But it meant nothing,<br />
nothing. His eyes softened, became human again. He called his secretary.<br />
"I've got to go, Miss Ellis. Will you sign the letters for me? I'll<br />
try to look in to-morrow."<br />
In the taxi on the way home he lit a cigarette and tried again to<br />
think. He couldn't. Brenda was dead. Well, he had known for four<br />
months now that she was going to die, had lived with that knowledge,<br />
watched her growing weaker and paler, drifting slowly towards that<br />
last stage of coma which had ended now in death.<br />
He tried to survey their married life; it seemed to elude him.<br />
Eight years, happy years. Were they happy? He hardly knew any<br />
longer. Seen like this, they seemed a succession of parties and concerts<br />
and holidays, of friends crowding their flat and Brenda playing hostess<br />
in a series of lovely gowns, of brief, snatched love scenes before a dying<br />
fire after the last guest had gone, interrupted by the clock chiming<br />
three and Brenda's "I think, my dear, that bed is indicated." Interrupted<br />
love scenes; there seemed never to have been quite enough<br />
time in their married life. Angry moments, too, with Brenda being cold<br />
and offhand, carelessly sarcastic, as though the occasion were not quite<br />
worth her bothering to be really cruel, as only she knew how to be.<br />
Oh, but it wasn't fair remembering it like this. What of the other<br />
times, the happy times, moments of sweetness almost intolerable to<br />
recall? If only he could recall them! Only now, his brain refused.<br />
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