MRS. KORNER SINS HER MERCIES By Jerome K. Jerome "I do mean it, " declared Mrs. Korner, "I like a man to be a man. " "But you would not like Christopher--I mean Mr. Korner--to be that sortof man, " suggested her bosom friend. "I don't mean that I should like it if he did it often. But I shouldlike to feel that he was able to be that sort of man. --Have you toldyour master that breakfast is ready?" demanded Mrs. Korner of thedomestic staff, entering at the moment with three boiled eggs and ateapot. "Yus, I've told 'im, " replied the staff indignantly. The domestic staff at Acacia Villa, Ravenscourt Park, lived in a stateof indignation. It could be heard of mornings and evenings saying itsprayers indignantly. "What did he say?" "Said 'e'11 be down the moment 'e's dressed. " "Nobody wants him to come before, " commented Mrs. Korner. "Answered methat he was putting on his collar when I called up to him five minutesago. " "Answer yer the same thing now, if yer called up to 'im agen, I 'spect, "was the opinion of the staff. "Was on 'is 'ands and knees when I lookedin, scooping round under the bed for 'is collar stud. " Mrs. Korner paused with the teapot in her hand. "Was he talking?" "Talkin'? Nobody there to talk to; I 'adn't got no time to stop andchatter. " "I mean to himself, " explained Mrs. Korner. "He--he wasn't swearing?"There was a note of eagerness, almost of hope, in Mrs. Korner's voice. "Swearin'! 'E! Why, 'e don't know any. " "Thank you, " said Mrs. Korner. "That will do, Harriet; you may go. " Mrs Korner put down the teapot with a bang. "The very girl, " said Mrs. Korner bitterly, "the very girl despises him. " "Perhaps, " suggested Miss Greene, "he had been swearing and hadfinished. " But Mrs. Korner was not to be comforted. "Finished! Any other man wouldhave been swearing all the time. " "Perhaps, " suggested the kindly bosom friend, ever the one to plead thecause of the transgressor, "perhaps he was swearing, and she did nothear him. You see, if he had his head well underneath the bed--" The door opened. "Sorry I am late, " said Mr. Korner, bursting cheerfully into the room. It was a point with Mr. Korner always to be cheerful in the morning. "Greet the day with a smile and it will leave you with a blessing, " wasthe motto Mrs. Korner, this day a married woman of six months and threeweeks standing had heard her husband murmur before getting out of bed onprecisely two hundred and two occasions. The Motto entered largely intothe scheme of Mr. Korner's life. Written in fine copperplate upon cardsall of the same size, a choice selection counselled him each morningfrom the rim of his shaving-glass. "Did you find it?" asked Mrs. Korner. "It is most extraordinary, " replied Mr. Korner, as he seated himselfat the breakfast-table. "I saw it go under the bed with my own eyes. Perhaps--" "Don't ask me to look for it, " interrupted Mrs. Korner. "Crawling abouton their hands and knees, knocking their heads against iron bedsteads, would be enough to make some people swear. " The emphasis was on the"some. " "It is not bad training for the character, " hinted Mr. Korner, "occasionally to force oneself to perform patiently tasks calculated--" "If you get tied up in one of those long sentences of yours, you willnever get out in time to eat your breakfast, " was the fear of Mrs. Korner. "I should be sorry for anything to happen to it, " remarked Mr. Korner, "its intrinsic value may perhaps--" "I will look for it after breakfast, " volunteered the amiable MissGreene. "I am good at finding things. " "I can well believe it, " the gallant Mr. Korner assured her, as with thehandle of his spoon he peeled his egg. "From such bright eyes as yours, few--" "You've only got ten minutes, " his wife reminded him. "Do get on withyour breakfast. " "I should like, " said Mr. Korner, "to finish a speech occasionally. " "You never would, " asserted Mrs. Korner. "I should like to try, " sighed Mr. Korner, "one of these days--" "How did you sleep, dear? I forgot to ask you, " questioned Mrs. Kornerof the bosom friend. "I am always restless in a strange bed the first night, " explained MissGreene. "I daresay, too, I was a little excited. " "I could have wished, " said Mr. Korner, "it had been a better exampleof the delightful art of the dramatist. When one goes but seldom to thetheatre--" "One wants to enjoy oneself" interrupted Mrs. Korner. "I really do not think, " said the bosom friend, "that I have everlaughed so much in all my life. " "It was amusing. I laughed myself, " admitted Mr. Korner. "At the sametime I cannot help thinking that to treat drunkenness as a theme--" "He wasn't drunk, " argued Mrs. Korner, "he was just jovial. " "My dear!" Mr. Korner Corrected her, "he simply couldn't stand. " "He was much more amusing than some people who can, " retorted Mrs. Korner. "It is possible, my dear Aimee, " her husband pointed out to her, "fora man to be amusing without being drunk; also for a man to be drunkwithout--" "Oh, a man is all the better, " declared Mrs. Korner, "for lettinghimself go occasionally. " "My dear--" "You, Christopher, would be all the better for letting yourselfgo--occasionally. " "I wish, " said Mr. Korner, as he passed his empty cup, "you would notsay things you do not mean. Anyone hearing you--" "If there's one thing makes me more angry than another, " said Mrs. Korner, "it is being told I say things that I do not mean. " "Why say them then?" suggested Mr. Korner. "I don't. I do--I mean I do mean them, " explained Mrs. Korner. "You can hardly mean, my dear, " persisted her husband, "that you reallythink I should be all the better for getting drunk--even occasionally. " "I didn't say drunk; I said 'going it. '" "But I do 'go it' in moderation, " pleaded Mr. Korner, "'Moderation inall things, ' that is my motto. " "I know it, " returned Mrs. Korner. "A little of everything and nothing--" this time Mr. Korner interruptedhimself. "I fear, " said Mr. Korner, rising, "we must postpone thefurther discussion of this interesting topic. If you would not mindstepping out with me into the passage, dear, there are one or two littlematters connected with the house--" Host and hostess squeezed past the visitor and closed the door behindthem. The visitor continued eating. "I do mean it, " repeated Mrs. Korner, for the third time, reseatingherself a minute later at the table. "I would give anything--anything, "reiterated the lady recklessly, "to see Christopher more like theordinary sort of man. " "But he has always been the sort--the sort of man he is, " her bosomfriend reminded her. "Oh, during the engagement, of course, one expects a man to be perfect. I didn't think he was going to keep it up. " "He seems to me, " said Miss Greene, "a dear, good fellow. You are one ofthose people who never know when they are well off. " "I know he is a good fellow, " agreed Mrs. Korner, "and I am very fond ofhim. It is just because I am fond of him that I hate feeling ashamed ofhim. I want him to be a manly man, to do the things that other men do. " "Do all the ordinary sort of men swear and get occasionally drunk?" "Of course they do, " asserted Mrs. Korner, in a tone of authority. "Onedoes not want a man to be a milksop. " "Have you ever seen a drunken man?" inquired the bosom friend, who wasnibbling sugar. "Heaps, " replied Mrs. Korner, who was sucking marmalade off her fingers. By which Mrs. Korner meant that some half a dozen times in her life shehad visited the play, choosing by preference the lighter form of Britishdrama. The first time she witnessed the real thing, which happened justprecisely a month later, long after the conversation here recorded hadbeen forgotten by the parties most concerned, no one could have beenmore utterly astonished than was Mrs. Korner. How it came about Mr. Korner was never able to fully satisfy himself. Mr. Korner was not the type that serves the purpose of the temperancelecturer. His "first glass" he had drunk more years ago than he couldrecollect, and since had tasted the varied contents of many others. Butnever before had Mr. Korner exceeded, nor been tempted to exceed, thelimits of his favourite virtue, moderation. "We had one bottle of claret between us, " Mr. Korner would often recallto his mind, "of which he drank the greater part. And then he broughtout the little green flask. He said it was made from pears--that in Peruthey kept it specially for Children's parties. Of course, that may havebeen his joke; but in any case I cannot see how just one glass--I wondercould I have taken more than one glass while he was talking. " It was apoint that worried Mr. Korner. The "he" who had talked, possibly, to such bad effect was a distantcousin of Mr. Korner's, one Bill Damon, chief mate of the steamship_La Fortuna_. Until their chance meeting that afternoon in LeadenhallStreet, they had not seen each other since they were boys together. The_Fortuna_ was leaving St. Katherine's Docks early the next morning boundfor South America, and it might be years before they met again. As Mr. Damon pointed out, Fate, by thus throwing them into each other's arms, clearly intended they should have a cosy dinner together that veryevening in the captain's cabin of the _Fortuna_. Mr. Korner, returning to the office, despatched to Ravenscourt Park anexpress letter, announcing the strange news that he might not be homethat evening much before ten, and at half-past six, for the first timesince his marriage, directed his steps away from home and Mrs. Korner. The two friends talked of many things. And later on they spoke ofsweethearts and of wives. Mate Damon's experiences had apparently beenwide and varied. They talked--or, rather, the mate talked, and Mr. Korner listened--of the olive-tinted beauties of the Spanish Main, ofthe dark-eyed passionate creoles, of the blond Junos of the Californianvalleys. The mate had theories concerning the care and management ofwomen: theories that, if the mate's word could be relied upon, had stoodthe test of studied application. A new world opened out to Mr. Korner;a world where lovely women worshipped with doglike devotion men who, though loving them in return, knew how to be their masters. Mr. Korner, warmed gradually from cold disapproval to bubbling appreciation, sat entranced. Time alone set a limit to the recital of the mate'sadventures. At eleven o'clock the cook reminded them that the captainand the pilot might be aboard at any moment. Mr. Korner, surprised atthe lateness of the hour, took a long and tender farewell of his cousin, and found St. Katherine's Docks one of the most bewildering places outof which he had ever tried to escape. Under a lamp-post in the Minories, it suddenly occurred to Mr. Korner that he was an unappreciated man. Mrs. Korner never said and did the sort of things by means of whichthe beauties of the Southern Main endeavoured feebly to express theirconsuming passion for gentlemen superior in no way--as far as he couldsee--to Mr. Korner himself. Thinking over the sort of things Mrs. Kornerdid say and did do, tears sprung into Mr. Korner's eyes. Noticing thata policeman was eyeing him with curiosity, he dashed them aside andhurried on. Pacing the platform of the Mansion House Station, whereit is always draughty, the thought of his wrongs returned to him withrenewed force. Why was there no trace of doglike devotion about Mrs. Korner? The fault--so he bitterly told himself--the fault was his. "A woman loves her master; it is her instinct, " mused Mr. Korner tohimself. "Damme, " thought Mr. Korner, "I don't believe that half hertime she knows I am her master. " "Go away, " said Mr. Korner to a youth of pasty appearance who, with openmouth, had stopped immediately in front of him. "I'm fond o' listening, " explained the pasty youth. "Who's talking?" demanded Mr. Korner. "You are, " replied the pasty youth. It is a long journey from the city to Ravenscourt Park, but the task ofplanning out the future life of Mrs. Korner and himself kept Mr. Kornerwide awake and interested. When he got out of the train the thingchiefly troubling him was the three-quarters of a mile of muddy roadstretching between him and his determination to make things clear toMrs. Korner then and there. The sight of Acacia Villa, suggesting that everybody was in bed andasleep, served to further irritate him. A dog-like wife would have beensitting up to see if there was anything he wanted. Mr. Korner, actingon the advice of his own brass plate, not only knocked but also rang. Asthe door did not immediately fly open, he continued to knock and ring. The window of the best bedroom on the first floor opened. "Is that you?" said the voice of Mrs. Korner. There was, as it happened, a distinct suggestion of passion in Mrs. Korner's voice, but not of thepassion Mr. Korner was wishful to inspire. It made him a little moreangry than he was before. "Don't you talk to me with your head out of the window as if this were agallanty show. You come down and open the door, " commanded Mr. Korner. "Haven't you got your latchkey?" demanded Mrs. Korner. For answer Mr. Korner attacked the door again. The window closed. Thenext moment but six or seven, the door was opened with such suddennessthat Mr. Korner, still gripping the knocker, was borne inward in aflying attitude. Mrs. Korner had descended the stairs ready with afew remarks. She had not anticipated that Mr. Korner, usually slow ofspeech, could be even readier. "Where's my supper?" indignantly demanded Mr. Korner, still supported bythe knocker. Mrs. Korner, too astonished for words, simply stared. "Where's my supper?" repeated Mr. Korner, by this time worked up intogenuine astonishment that it was not ready for him. "What's everybodymean, going off to bed, when the masterororous hasn't had his supper?" "Is anything the matter, dear?" was heard the voice of Miss Greene, speaking from the neighbourhood of the first landing. "Come in, Christopher, " pleaded Mrs. Korner, "please come in, and let meshut the door. " Mrs. Korner was the type of young lady fond of domineering with a notun-graceful hauteur over those accustomed to yield readily to her; it isa type that is easily frightened. "I wan' grilled kinneys-on-toast, " explained Mr. Korner, exchanging theknocker for the hat-stand, and wishing the next moment that he had not. "Don' let's 'avareytalk about it. Unnerstan'? I dowan' any talk aboutit. " "What on earth am I to do?" whispered the terrified Mrs. Korner to herbosom friend, "there isn't a kidney in the house. " "I should poach him a couple of eggs, " suggested the helpful bosomfriend; "put plenty of Cayenne pepper on them. Very likely he won'tremember. " Mr. Korner allowed himself to be persuaded into the dining-room, whichwas also the breakfast parlour and the library. The two ladies, joinedby the hastily clad staff, whose chronic indignation seemed to havevanished in face of the first excuse for it that Acacia Villa hadafforded her, made haste to light the kitchen fire. "I should never have believed it, " whispered the white-faced Mrs. Korner, "never. " "Makes yer know there's a man about the 'ouse, don't it?" chirped thedelighted staff. Mrs. Korner, for answer, boxed the girl's ears; itrelieved her feelings to a slight extent. The staff retained its equanimity, but the operations of Mrs. Korner andher bosom friend were retarded rather than assisted by the voice of Mr. Korner, heard every quarter of a minute, roaring out fresh directions. "I dare not go in alone, " said Mrs. Korner, when all things were inorder on the tray. So the bosom friend followed her, and the staffbrought up the rear. "What's this?" frowned Mr. Korner. "I told you chops. " "I'm so sorry, dear, " faltered Mrs. Korner, "but there weren't any inthe house. " "In a perfectly organizedouse, such as for the future I meanterave, "continued Mr. Korner, helping himself to beer, "there should always bechopanteak. Unnerstanme? chopanteak!" "I'll try and remember, dear, " said Mrs. Korner. "Pearsterme, " said Mr. Korner, between mouthfuls, "you're norrer sort ofhousekeeper I want. " "I'll try to be, dear, " pleaded Mrs. Korner. "Where's your books?" Mr. Korner suddenly demanded. "My books?" repeated Mrs. Korner, in astonishment. Mr. Korner struck the corner of the table with his fist, which made mostthings in the room, including Mrs. Korner, jump. "Don't you defy me, my girl, " said Mr. Korner. "You know whatermean, your housekeepin' books. " They happened to be in the drawer of the chiffonier. Mrs. Kornerproduced them, and passed them to her husband with a trembling hand. Mr. Korner, opening one by hazard, bent over it with knitted brows. "Pearsterme, my girl, you can't add, " said Mr. Korner. "I--I was always considered rather good at arithmetic, as a girl, "stammered Mrs. Korner. "What you mayabeen as a girl, and what--twenner-seven and nine?"fiercely questioned Mr. Korner. "Thirty-eight--seven, " commenced to blunder the terrified Mrs. Korner. "Know your nine tables or don't you?" thundered Mr. Korner. "I used to, " sobbed Mrs. Korner. "Say it, " commanded Mr. Korner. "Nine times one are nine, " sobbed the poor little woman, "nine timestwo--" "Goron, " said Mr. Korner sternly. She went on steadily, in a low monotone, broken by stifled sobs. Thedreary rhythm of the repetition may possibly have assisted. As shementioned fearfully that nine times eleven were ninety-nine, Miss Greenepointed stealthily toward the table. Mrs. Korner, glancing up fearfully, saw that the eyes of her lord and master were closed; heard the risingsnore that issued from his head, resting between the empty beer-jug andthe cruet stand. "He will be all right, " counselled Miss Greene. "You go to bed and lockyourself in. Harriet and I will see to his breakfast in the morning. Itwill be just as well for you to be out of the way. " And Mrs. Korner, only too thankful for some one to tell her what to do, obeyed in all things. Toward seven o'clock the sunlight streaming into the room caused Mr. Korner first to blink, then yawn, then open half an eye. "Greet the day with a smile, " murmured Mr. Korner, sleepily, "and itwill--" Mr. Korner sat up suddenly and looked about him. This was not bed. The fragments of a jug and glass lay scattered round his feet. To thetablecloth an overturned cruet-stand mingled with egg gave colour. Atingling sensation about his head called for investigation. Mr. Kornerwas forced to the conclusion that somebody had been trying to make asalad of him--somebody with an exceptionally heavy hand for mustard. Asound directed Mr. Korner's attention to the door. The face of Miss Greene, portentously grave, was peeping through thejar. Mr. Korner rose. Miss Greene entered stealthily, and, closing the door, stood with her back against it. "I suppose you know what--what you've done?" suggested Miss Greene. She spoke in a sepulchral tone; it chilled poor Mr. Korner to the bone. "It is beginning to come back to me, but not--not very clearly, "admitted Mr. Korner. "You came home drunk--very drunk, " Miss Greene informed him, "at twoo'clock in the morning. The noise you made must have awakened half thestreet. " A groan escaped from his parched lips. "You insisted upon Aimee cooking you a hot supper. " "I insisted!" Mr. Korner glanced down upon the table. "And--and she didit!" "You were very violent, " explained Miss Greene; "we were terrified atyou, all three of us. " Regarding the pathetic object in front of her, Miss Greene found it difficult to recollect that a few hours before shereally had been frightened of it. Sense of duty alone restrained herpresent inclination to laugh. "While you sat there, eating your supper, " continued Miss Greeneremorselessly, "you made her bring you her books. " Mr. Korner had passed the stage when anything could astonish him. "You lectured her about her housekeeping. " There was a twinkle in theeye of Mrs. Korner's bosom friend. But lightning could have flashedbefore Mr. Korner's eyes without his noticing it just then. "You told her that she could not add, and you made her say her tables. " "I made her--" Mr. Korner spoke in the emotionless tones of one merelydesiring information. "I made Aimee say her tables?" "Her nine times, " nodded Miss Greene. Mr. Korner sat down upon his chair and stared with stony eyes into thefuture. "What's to be done?" said Mr. Korner, "she'll never forgive me; I knowher. You are not chaffing me?" he cried with a momentary gleam of hope. "I really did it?" "You sat in that very chair where you are sitting now and ate poachedeggs, while she stood opposite to you and said her nine times table. Atthe end of it, seeing you had gone to sleep yourself, I persuaded herto go to bed. It was three o'clock, and we thought you would not mind. "Miss Greene drew up a chair, and, with her elbows on the table, lookedacross at Mr. Korner. Decidedly there was a twinkle in the eyes of Mrs. Korner's bosom friend. "You'll never do it again, " suggested Miss Greene. "Do you think it possible, " cried Mr. Korner, "that she may forgive me?" "No, I don't, " replied Miss Greene. At which Mr. Korner's face fell backto zero. "I think the best way out will be for you to forgive her. " The idea did not even amuse him. Miss Greene glanced round to satisfyherself that the door was still closed, and listened a moment to assureherself of the silence. "Don't you remember, " Miss Greene took the extra precaution to whisperit, "the talk we had at breakfast-time the first morning of myvisit, when Aimee said you would be all the better for 'going it'occasionally?" Yes, slowly it came back to Mr. Korner. But she only said "going it, "Mr. Korner recollected to his dismay. "Well, you've been 'going it, '" persisted Miss Greene. "Besides, she didnot mean 'going it. ' She meant the real thing, only she did not like tosay the word. We talked about it after you had gone. She said she wouldgive anything to see you more like the ordinary man. And that is heridea of the ordinary man. " Mr. Korner's sluggishness of comprehension irritated Miss Greene. Sheleaned across the table and shook him. "Don't you understand? You havedone it on purpose to teach her a lesson. It is she who has got to askyou to forgive her. " "You think--?" "I think, if you manage it properly, it will be the best day's workyou have ever done. Get out of the house before she wakes. I shall saynothing to her. Indeed, I shall not have the time; I must catch theten o'clock from Paddington. When you come home this evening, you talkfirst; that's what you've got to do. " And Mr. Korner, in his excitement, kissed the bosom friend before he knew what he had done. Mrs. Korner sat waiting for her husband that evening in thedrawing-room. She was dressed as for a journey, and about the cornersof her mouth were lines familiar to Christopher, the sight of which senthis heart into his boots. Fortunately, he recovered himself in time togreet her with a smile. It was not the smile he had been rehearsing halfthe day, but that it was a smile of any sort astonished the words awayfrom Mrs. Korner's lips, and gave him the inestimable advantage of firstspeech. "Well, " said Mr. Korner cheerily, "and how did you like it?" For the moment Mrs. Korner feared her husband's new complaint hadalready reached the chronic stage, but his still smiling face reassuredher--to that extent at all events. "When would you like me to 'go it' again? Oh, come, " continued Mr. Korner in response to his wife's bewilderment, "you surely have notforgotten the talk we had at breakfast-time--the first morning ofMildred's visit. You hinted how much more attractive I should be foroccasionally 'letting myself go!'" Mr. Korner, watching intently, perceived that upon Mrs. Kornerrecollection was slowly forcing itself. "I was unable to oblige you before, " explained Mr. Korner, "having tokeep my head clear for business, and not knowing what the effect uponone might be. Yesterday I did my best, and I hope you are pleased withme. Though, if you could see your way to being content--just for thepresent and until I get more used to it--with a similar performance notoftener than once a fortnight, say, I should be grateful, " added Mr. Korner. "You mean--" said Mrs. Korner, rising. "I mean, my dear, " said Mr. Korner, "that almost from the day of ourmarriage you have made it clear that you regard me as a milksop. Youhave got your notion of men from silly books and sillier plays, and yourtrouble is that I am not like them. Well, I've shown you that, if youinsist upon it, I can be like them. " "But you weren't, " argued Mrs. Korner, "not a bit like them. " "I did my best, " repeated Mr. Korner; "we are not all made alike. Thatwas _my_ drunk. " "I didn't say 'drunk. '" "But you meant it, " interrupted Mr. Korner. "We were talking aboutdrunken men. The man in the play was drunk. You thought him amusing. " "He was amusing, " persisted Mrs. Korner, now in tears. "I meant thatsort of drunk. " "His wife, " Mr. Korner reminded her, "didn't find him amusing. In thethird act she was threatening to return home to her mother, which, ifI may judge from finding you here with all your clothes on, is also theidea that has occurred to you. " "But you--you were so awful, " whimpered Mrs. Korner. "What did I do?" questioned Mr. Korner. "You came hammering at the door--" "Yes, yes, I remember that. I wanted my supper, and you poached me acouple of eggs. What happened after that?" The recollection of that crowning indignity lent to her voice the truenote of tragedy. "You made me say my tables--my nine times!" Mr. Korner looked at Mrs. Korner, and Mrs. Korner looked at Mr. Korner, and for a while there was silence. "Were you--were you really a little bit on, " faltered Mrs. Korner, "oronly pretending?" "Really, " confessed Mr. Korner. "For the first time in my life. If youare content, for the last time also. " "I am sorry, " said Mrs. Korner, "I have been very silly. Please forgiveme. "