The first that Ted Bilborough knew

The first that Ted Bilborough knew of his wife's good fortune was when one of his friends, an elderly wag, shook his hand with mock gravity and murmured a few words of manly but inappropriate sympathy. Ted didn't know what to make of it. He had just stepped from the stairway on to the upper deck of the 6:15 P.M. ferry from town. Fred Lewis seemed to have been waiting for him, and as he looked about he got the impression of newspapers and grins and a little flutter of half derisive excitement, all focused on himself. Everything seemed to bulge towards him. It must be some sort of leg pull. He felt his assurance threatened, and the corner of his mouth twitched uncomfortably in his fat cheek, as he tried to assume a hard boiled manner.

"Keep the change, laddie," he said.
"He doesn't know, actually he doesn't know."
"Your wife's won the lottery!"
"He won't believe you. Show him the paper. There it is as plain as my nose. Mrs.Grace Biborough, 52 Cuthbert Street," A thick, stained forefinger pointed to the words. First prize, five thousand pounds, Last Hope Syndicate."
"He's taking it very hard," said Fred Lewis, shaking his head.

They began thumping him on the back. He had traveled on the ferry every week-day for the last ten years, barring a fortnight's holiday in January, and he knewnearly everyone. Even those he didn't know entered into the spirit of it. Ted filled his pipe nonchalantly but with unsteady fingers. He was keeping that odd unsteadiness, that seemed to begin somewhere deep in his chest, to himself. It was a wonder that fellows in the office hadn't got hold of this, but they had been busy today in the hot loft under the chromium pipes of the pneumatic system, sending down change and checking up on credit accounts. Sale time. Grace might have let him know. She could have rung up from Thompson's. Bill was always borrows the lawn mower and the step ladder, so it would hardly be asking a favour in the circumstances. But that was Grace all over.

"If I can't have it myself, you're the man I like to see get it."

They meant it too. Everyone liked Ted in a kind sort of way. He was a good fellow in both senses the word. Not namby pamby, always ready for a joke but a good citizen too, a good husband and father. He wasn't the sort that refused to wheel the perambulator. He flourished the perambulator. His wife could hold up her head, they paid their bills weekly and he even put something away, not much but something, and that was a triumph the way things were, the ten per cent knocked off his salary in the depression not restored yet. and one thing and another. And always cheerful, with a joke for everyone. All this was vaguely present in Ted's mind. He'd always expected in a trusting sort of way to be rewarded. but not through Grace.

"What are you going to do with it, Ted?
"You won't see him for a week, he's going on a jag." This was very funny because Ted never did, not even on Anzac Day.
A voice with a grievance said, not for the first time, "I've had shares in a ticket every week since it started, and I've never won a cent." No one was interested.
"You'll be going off on a trip somewhere?"
"They ll make you president of the Tennis Club and you'll have to donate a silver cup."
They were flattering him underneath the jokes.
"I expect Mrs. Bilborough will want to put some of it away for the children's future." he said. It was almost as if he was giving an interview to the press, and he was pleased with himself for saying the right thing. He always referred to Grace in public as Mrs Bilborough. He had too nice a social tense to say "the Missus."

Ted let them talk, and looked out of the window. He wasn't interested in the news in the paper tonight. The little boat vibrated fussily, and left a long wake like moulding glass in the quiet river. The evening was drawing in. The sun was sinking into a bank of grey cloud, soft and formless as mist. The air was dusky, so that its light was dosed into itself and it was easy to look at, a thick golden disc more like a moon rising through the smoke than the sun. It threw a single column orange light on the river, the ripples from the ferry fanned out into it. and their tiny shadows truncated it. The bank, rising steeply from the river and closing it in till it looked like a lake, was already bloomed with shadows.

Five thousand pounds," he thought: "Five thousand pounds." Five thousand pounds stewing gently in its interest, making old age safe. He could do almost anything he could think of with five thousand pounds. It gave his mind a stretched sort of feeling, just to think of it. It was hard to connect five thousand pounds with Grace, She might have let him know. And where had the five and threepence to buy the ticket come from? He couldn't help wondering about that. When you budgeted as carefully as they did there wasn't five and threepence over. If there had been, well, it wouldn't have been over at all, he would have put it in the bank. He hadn't noticed any difference in the housekeeping, and he prided himself he noticed everything. Surely she hadn't been running up bills to buy lottery tickets. His mind darted here and there suspiciously. There was something secretive in Grace, and he'd thought she told him everything, He'd taken it for granted, only, of course, in the ordinary run there was nothing to tell. He consciously relaxed the knot in his mind. After all, Grace had won the me thousand pounds. He remembered charitably that she had alway been a good wife to him. As he thought that he had a vision of the patch on his shirt, his newly washed cream trousers laid out for tennis, the children's neatness, the tidy house. That was being good wife. And he had been a good husband, ahways brought his money home and never looked at another woman. Theirs was a model home, everyone acknowledged it, but-well-somehow he found it easier to be cheerful in other people's homes than in his own. It was Grace's fault. She wasn't cheery and easy going. Something moody about her now. Woody. He'd worn better than Grace, anyone could see that, and yet it was he who had had the hard time. All she had to do was to stay at home and look arter the house and the children. Nothing much in that. She always seemed to be working, but he couldnt see what that was to do that could take her so long. Just a touch of woman's perversity. It wasn't that Grace had aged. Ten years married and with two children, there was still something girlish about her-raw, hard girtishness that had never mellowed. Maybe she'd be a bit brighter now. He could not help wondering how she had managed the five and three. If she could shower five and three about like that, he'd been giving her too much for the housekeeping. And why did she want to give it that damnfool name, "Last Hope." That meant there had been others. didnt it? It probably didnt mean a thing. Just a lucky tag.

A girl on the seat opposite was sewing lace on silkies for her trousseau, working intently in the bad light.

"Another one starting out," Ted thought.
"What about it?" said the man beside him.
Ted hadn't been listening.

The ferry had tied up at his landing stage and Ted got off. He tried not to show in his walk that his wife had won five thousand pounds, He felt jaunty and tired at once. He walked up the hill with a bunch of other men, his neighbours. They were still teasing him about the money. they didn't know how to stop. It was a very still, warm evening. As the sun descended into the misty bank on the horizon it picked out the delicate shapes of clouds invisibly sunk in the mass, outlining them with a fine thread of gold.

One by one the men dropped out, tuming into side streets or opening garden gates till Ted was alone with a single companion, a man who lived in a semi-detached cottage at the end of the street. They were suddenly very quiet and sober. Ted felt the ache around his mouth where he'd been smiling and smiling.

"I'm awfully glad you've had this bit of luck."
"I'm sure you are, Eric," Ted answered in a subdued voice.
"Theres nobody sooner see have it."
"Than very decent of you."
"I mean it."
"Well, well, I wasn't looking for it."
"We could do with a bit of luck like that in our house."
"I bet you could."
"There's an instatment on the house due next month, and Nellie's got to come home again. Bob can't get anything to do. Seems as ir we'd hardly done paying for the wedding."
"That's bad."
"She's expecting, so t suppose Mum and Dad will be let in for all that too."
"It seems only the other day Nelle was a kid getting round on a scooter."
"They grow up," Eric agreed. "It's the instalment that's the rub. First of next month. They expect it on the nail too. If we hadn't that hanging over us it wouldn't matter about Nellie coming home. She's our girt, and be nice to have her about that place again.
"You'll be proud as a cow with two tails when you're a grandpa."
"I suppose so."

They stood mutely by Eric's gate. An idea began to flicker in Ted's mind, and with it came a feeling of sweetness and happiness and power such as he had never expected to feel.

"I wont see you stuck, old man," he said.
"That's awfully decent of you."
"I mean it."

They shook hands as they parted. Ted had only a few steps more and he took them slowly. Very warm and dry, he thought. The garden will need watering. Now he was at his gate, There was no one in sight. He stood for a moment looking about him. It was as if he saw the house he had lived in for ten years, for the first time. He saw that it had a mean, narrow-chested appearance. The roof tiles were discoloured, the woodwork needed painting, the crazy pavement that he had laid with such zeal had an unpleasant flirtatious looks. The revolutionary thought moved in his mind, "We might leave here." Measured against the possibilities that lay before him, it looked small and mean. Even the name, "Emoh Ruo" seemed wrong, pokey.

Ted was reluctant to go in. It was so long since anything

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แรกที่ Ted Bilborough รู้เรื่องโชคดีของภรรยาของเขา ได้เมื่อเพื่อนของเขา wag ผู้สูงอายุ จับมือกับแรงโน้มถ่วงจำลอง และ murmured กี่คำเห็นใจแมน แต่ไม่เหมาะสม เท็ดไม่รู้ว่าจะทำของมัน เขามีเพียงขั้นบันไดจากบันไดไปด้านบนดาดฟ้าเรือ 18:15 น.จากตัวเมือง Fred Lewis ที่ดูเหมือนจะ มีรอเขา และเป็นเขาดูเกี่ยวกับ เขามีความประทับใจของหนังสือพิมพ์ และ grins และกระพือเล็กน้อยของครึ่งเชิงเยาะเย้ยความตื่นเต้น เน้นทั้งตนเอง ทุกอย่างดูเหมือนป่องไปทางเขา มันต้องมีบางจัดเรียงของดึงขา เขารู้สึกเขาประกันขู่ และมุมปากของเขา twitched ของเขาแก้มอ้วน uncomfortably ขณะที่เขาพยายามคิดอย่างหนักต้ม"ให้เปลี่ยน laddie, " เขากล่าวว่า "ไม่รู้ จริง ๆ แล้วเขาไม่รู้""ภรรยาของคุณของชนะลอตเตอรี่""เขาไม่เชื่อ เขาแสดงกระดาษ มีเป็นแบบธรรมดาที่จมูกของฉัน Mrs.Grace Biborough, 52 คัท Street หนา สีนิ้วชี้ที่ชี้ไปยังคำ แรกรางวัล ห้าพันปอนด์ ซินดิเคทหวังว่าสุดท้าย" "เขากำลังมันยาก กล่าวว่า Fred Lewis สั่นศีรษะของเขา พวกเขาเริ่ม thumping เขาด้านหลัง เขาเดินทางบนเรือทุกสัปดาห์วัน 10 ปี แบร์สั้น ๆ ของวันหยุดในเดือนมกราคม และ knewnearly ของเขาทุกคน แม้ผู้ไม่ทราบเข้าจิตวิญญาณของมัน เท็ดเติมท่อของเขา nonchalantly แต่ ด้วยมือ unsteady เขาถูกรักษาที่แปลกเห็นเดินเซ ที่ดูเหมือนจะเริ่มต้นที่ใดที่หนึ่งลึกลงไปในหน้าอกของเขา ตนเอง ก็พบว่า เฟลโล่ส์ในสำนักงานไม่ได้มีการระงับนี้ แต่พวกเขาเคยว่างวันนี้ลอฟท์ร้อนภายใต้ท่อโครเมียมระบบนิวเมติก ส่งลงเปลี่ยนแปลง และตรวจสอบค่าในบัญชีเครดิต เวลาขาย เกรซอาจจะให้เขารู้ เธออาจมีรุ่งขึ้นจากทอมป์สัน ตั๋วถูกเสมอมิตรเครื่องตัดหญ้าและขั้นบันได ดังนั้นมันจะแทบจะถามช่วยในสถานการณ์นั้น แต่ที่มีพระคุณทั้งหมดกว่า"ถ้าไม่มีก็ตัวเอง คุณคนที่ชอบดูรับ"พวกเขาหมายถึง มันเกินไป ทุกคนชอบ Ted ในการเรียงลำดับชนิดของวิธีการ กำลังดีคนทั้งความรู้สึกคำ ไม่ namby pamby เสมอพร้อมสำหรับเล่นแต่พลเมืองดีเกินไป เป็นสามีที่ดีและพ่อ ไม่เรียงลำดับที่ปฏิเสธที่จะล้อ perambulator ที่ เขาเจริญรุ่งเรืองที่ perambulator ภรรยาของเขาสามารถเก็บค่าหัวของเธอ พวกเขาจ่ายตั๋วของพวกเขาทุกสัปดาห์ และเขาแม้เก็บบางสิ่งบางอย่าง แต่บางสิ่งบางอย่าง ไม่มากว่า และเป็นชัยชนะทางได้ ร้อยละสิบที่โบว์ลิ่งออกจากเงินเดือนของเขาในภาวะซึมเศร้าที่เรียกคืนไม่ได้ สิ่งหนึ่งและอีกด้วย และ ร่าเริงเสมอ มีตลกสำหรับทุกคน ทั้งหมดนี้เป็นคลับอยู่ในจิตใจของเท็ด เขาได้คาดว่าในการจัดเรียงที่เชื่อถือของวิธีการได้รับรางวัลเสมอ แต่ไม่ ผ่านเก"จะทำกับมัน เท็ด "คุณจะไม่เห็นเขาในสัปดาห์ เขาเกิดขึ้น jag" นี้ได้ตลกมาก เพราะเท็ดไม่ได้ ไม่ได้ในวันนแซควู้เสียงกับความไม่พอใจที่กล่าวว่า ไม่สำหรับครั้งแรก "ฉันเคยหุ้นในตั๋วทุกสัปดาห์ตั้งแต่เริ่มต้น และฉันไม่เคยชนะร้อยละการ" ไม่ได้สนใจ"คุณจะได้ไปปิดเที่ยวที่ใด""พวกเขาจะทำให้ประธานชมรมเทนนิส และคุณจะได้บริจาคถ้วยเงิน"พวกเขาถูกวิธีเขาใต้ jokes "ผมคาดว่า นาง Bilborough จะต้องเก็บของมันสำหรับเด็กในอนาคต" เขากล่าวว่า มันเป็นเกือบเป็นถ้าเขาได้ให้สัมภาษณ์กับสื่อมวลชน และกำลังใจกับตัวเองว่า สิ่งที่ถูก เขามักจะเรียกว่าพระคุณในที่สาธารณะนาง Bilborough เขาดีเกินไปสังคมตึงเครียดว่า "Missus"เท็ดให้พวกเขาพูดคุย และมองออกจากหน้าต่าง เขาไม่ได้สนใจข่าวในกระดาษคืนนี้ เรือลำน้อย vibrated fussily และซ้ายปลุกยาวเช่นพลาสติกแก้วน้ำเงียบสงบ ตอนเย็นถูกวาดใน ดวงอาทิตย์ถูกจมลงในแนวเมฆสีเทา นุ่ม และเกมเป็นหมอก อากาศเป็น dusky เพื่อให้แสงถูก dosed ในตัวเอง และก็ง่ายต่อการดู ดิสก์ทองหนามากเช่นดวงเพิ่มขึ้นผ่านควันมากกว่าดวงอาทิตย์ มันโยนไฟส้มคอลัมน์เดียวในแม่น้ำ ripples จากเรือได้กระตุ้นออกมา และตัดเงาเล็ก ๆ ของมัน ธนาคาร เพิ่มขึ้นอย่างสูงจากแม่น้ำ และปิดในจนมันดูเหมือนทะเลสาบ ถูกแล้วบัวบานกับเงา Five thousand pounds," he thought: "Five thousand pounds." Five thousand pounds stewing gently in its interest, making old age safe. He could do almost anything he could think of with five thousand pounds. It gave his mind a stretched sort of feeling, just to think of it. It was hard to connect five thousand pounds with Grace, She might have let him know. And where had the five and threepence to buy the ticket come from? He couldn't help wondering about that. When you budgeted as carefully as they did there wasn't five and threepence over. If there had been, well, it wouldn't have been over at all, he would have put it in the bank. He hadn't noticed any difference in the housekeeping, and he prided himself he noticed everything. Surely she hadn't been running up bills to buy lottery tickets. His mind darted here and there suspiciously. There was something secretive in Grace, and he'd thought she told him everything, He'd taken it for granted, only, of course, in the ordinary run there was nothing to tell. He consciously relaxed the knot in his mind. After all, Grace had won the me thousand pounds. He remembered charitably that she had alway been a good wife to him. As he thought that he had a vision of the patch on his shirt, his newly washed cream trousers laid out for tennis, the children's neatness, the tidy house. That was being good wife. And he had been a good husband, ahways brought his money home and never looked at another woman. Theirs was a model home, everyone acknowledged it, but-well-somehow he found it easier to be cheerful in other people's homes than in his own. It was Grace's fault. She wasn't cheery and easy going. Something moody about her now. Woody. He'd worn better than Grace, anyone could see that, and yet it was he who had had the hard time. All she had to do was to stay at home and look arter the house and the children. Nothing much in that. She always seemed to be working, but he couldnt see what that was to do that could take her so long. Just a touch of woman's perversity. It wasn't that Grace had aged. Ten years married and with two children, there was still something girlish about her-raw, hard girtishness that had never mellowed. Maybe she'd be a bit brighter now. He could not help wondering how she had managed the five and three. If she could shower five and three about like that, he'd been giving her too much for the housekeeping. And why did she want to give it that damnfool name, "Last Hope." That meant there had been others. didnt it? It probably didnt mean a thing. Just a lucky tag. A girl on the seat opposite was sewing lace on silkies for her trousseau, working intently in the bad light."Another one starting out," Ted thought. "What about it?" said the man beside him. Ted hadn't been listening.The ferry had tied up at his landing stage and Ted got off. He tried not to show in his walk that his wife had won five thousand pounds, He felt jaunty and tired at once. He walked up the hill with a bunch of other men, his neighbours. They were still teasing him about the money. they didn't know how to stop. It was a very still, warm evening. As the sun descended into the misty bank on the horizon it picked out the delicate shapes of clouds invisibly sunk in the mass, outlining them with a fine thread of gold.One by one the men dropped out, tuming into side streets or opening garden gates till Ted was alone with a single companion, a man who lived in a semi-detached cottage at the end of the street. They were suddenly very quiet and sober. Ted felt the ache around his mouth where he'd been smiling and smiling."I'm awfully glad you've had this bit of luck.""I'm sure you are, Eric," Ted answered in a subdued voice. "Theres nobody sooner see have it.""Than very decent of you.""I mean it.""Well, well, I wasn't looking for it.""We could do with a bit of luck like that in our house.""I bet you could.""There's an instatment on the house due next month, and Nellie's got to come home again. Bob can't get anything to do. Seems as ir we'd hardly done paying for the wedding." "That's bad." "She's expecting, so t suppose Mum and Dad will be let in for all that too.""It seems only the other day Nelle was a kid getting round on a scooter." "They grow up," Eric agreed. "It's the instalment that's the rub. First of next month. They expect it on the nail too. If we hadn't that hanging over us it wouldn't matter about Nellie coming home. She's our girt, and be nice to have her about that place again."You'll be proud as a cow with two tails when you're a grandpa." "I suppose so."They stood mutely by Eric's gate. An idea began to flicker in Ted's mind, and with it came a feeling of sweetness and happiness and power such as he had never expected to feel. "I wont see you stuck, old man," he said. "That's awfully decent of you." "I mean it." They shook hands as they parted. Ted had only a few steps more and he took them slowly. Very warm and dry, he thought. The garden will need watering. Now he was at his gate, There was no one in sight. He stood for a moment looking about him. It was as if he saw the house he had lived in for ten years, for the first time. He saw that it had a mean, narrow-chested appearance. The roof tiles were discoloured, the woodwork needed painting, the crazy pavement that he had laid with such zeal had an unpleasant flirtatious looks. The revolutionary thought moved in his mind, "We might leave here." Measured against the possibilities that lay before him, it looked small and mean. Even the name, "Emoh Ruo" seemed wrong, pokey. Ted was reluctant to go in. It was so long since anything