McTeague, Frank Norris [polar express read aloud .txt] 📗

be less cordial since their misfortune. Maria retailed to her all the gossip of the flat and the neighborhood, and, which was much more interesting, told her of her troubles with Zerkow.

Trina said to herself that Maria was common and vulgar, but one had to have some diversion, and Trina could talk and listen without interrupting her work. On this particular occasion Maria was much excited over Zerkow’s demeanor of late.

“He’s gettun worse an’ worse,” she informed Trina as she sat on the edge of the bed, her chin in her hand. “He says he knows I got the dishes and am hidun them from him. The other day I thought he’d gone off with his wagon, and I was doin’ a bit of ir’ning, an’ by an’ by all of a sudden I saw him peeping at me through the crack of the door. I never let on that I saw him, and, honest, he stayed there over two hours, watchun everything I did. I could just feel his eyes on the back of my neck all the time. Last Sunday he took down part of the wall, ’cause he said he’d seen me making figures on it. Well, I was, but it was just the wash list. All the time he says he’ll kill me if I don’t tell.”

“Why, what do you stay with him for?” exclaimed Trina. “I’d be deathly ’fraid of a man like that; and he did take a knife to you once.”

“Hoh! He won’t kill me, never fear. If he’d kill me he’d never know where the dishes were; that’s what he thinks.”

“But I can’t understand, Maria; you told him about those gold dishes yourself.”

“Never, never! I never saw such a lot of crazy folks as you are.”

“But you say he hits you sometimes.”

“Ah!” said Maria, tossing her head scornfully, “I ain’t afraid of him. He takes his horsewhip to me now and then, but I can always manage. I say, ‘If you touch me with that, then I’ll never tell you.’ Just pretending, you know, and he drops it as though it was red hot. Say, Mrs. McTeague, have you got any tea? Let’s make a cup of tea over the stove.”

“No, no,” cried Trina, with niggardly apprehension; “no, I haven’t got a bit of tea.” Trina’s stinginess had increased to such an extent that it had gone beyond the mere hoarding of money. She grudged even the food that she and McTeague ate, and even brought away half loaves of bread, lumps of sugar, and fruit from the car conductors’ coffee-joint. She hid these pilferings away on the shelf by the window, and often managed to make a very creditable lunch from them, enjoying the meal with the greater relish because it cost her nothing.

“No, Maria, I haven’t got a bit of tea,” she said, shaking her head decisively. “Hark, ain’t that Mac?” she added, her chin in the air. “That’s his step, sure.”

“Well, I’m going to skip,” said Maria. She left hurriedly, passing the dentist in the hall just outside the door. “Well?” said Trina interrogatively as her husband entered. McTeague did not answer. He hung his hat on the hook behind the door and dropped heavily into a chair.

“Well,” asked Trina, anxiously, “how did you make out, Mac?”

Still the dentist pretended not to hear, scowling fiercely at his muddy boots.

“Tell me, Mac, I want to know. Did you get a place? Did you get caught in the rain?”

“Did I? Did I?” cried the dentist, sharply, an alacrity in his manner and voice that Trina had never observed before.

“Look at me. Look at me,” he went on, speaking with an unwonted rapidity, his wits sharp, his ideas succeeding each other quickly. “Look at me, drenched through, shivering cold. I’ve walked the city over. Caught in the rain! Yes, I guess I did get caught in the rain, and it ain’t your fault I didn’t catch my death-a-cold; wouldn’t even let me have a nickel for car fare.”

“But, Mac,” protested Trina, “I didn’t know it was going to rain.”

The dentist put back his head and laughed scornfully. His face was very red, and his small eyes twinkled. “Hoh! no, you didn’t know it was going to rain. Didn’t I tell you it was?” he exclaimed, suddenly angry again. “Oh, you’re a daisy, you are. Think I’m going to put up with your foolishness all the time? Who’s the boss, you or I?”

“Why, Mac, I never saw you this way before. You talk like a different man.”

“Well, I am a different man,” retorted the dentist, savagely. “You can’t make small of me always.”

“Well, never mind that. You know I’m not trying to make small of you. But never mind that. Did you get a place?”

“Give me my money,” exclaimed McTeague, jumping up briskly. There was an activity, a positive nimbleness about the huge blond giant that had never been his before; also his stupidity, the sluggishness of his brain, seemed to be unusually stimulated.

“Give me my money, the money I gave you as I was going away.”

“I can’t,” exclaimed Trina. “I paid the grocer’s bill with it while you were gone.”

“Don’t believe you.”

“Truly, truly, Mac. Do you think I’d lie to you? Do you think I’d lower myself to do that?”

“Well, the next time I earn any money I’ll keep it myself.”

“But tell me, Mac, did you get a place?”

McTeague turned his back on her.

“Tell me, Mac, please, did you?”

The dentist jumped up and thrust his face close to hers, his heavy jaw protruding, his little eyes twinkling meanly.

“No,” he shouted. “No, no, no. Do you hear? No.”

Trina cowered before him. Then suddenly she began to sob aloud, weeping partly at his strange brutality, partly at the disappointment of his failure to find employment.

McTeague cast a contemptuous glance about him, a glance that embraced the dingy, cheerless room, the rain streaming down the panes of the one window, and the figure of his weeping wife.

“Oh, ain’t this all fine?” he exclaimed. “Ain’t it lovely?”

“It’s