These Twain [antikvár]

CHAPTER 1 THE HOUSE In the year 1892 Bleakridge, residential suburb of Bursley, was still most plainly divided into old and new, - that is to say, into the dull red or dull yellow with stone facings, and the bright red with terracotta gimcrackery. Like incompatible liquids congealed in a pot, the two components had run into each other and mingled, but never mixed. Paramount among the old was the house of the Member of Parliament, near the top of the important mound that separates Hanbridge from Bursley. The aged and widowed Member used the house little, but he kept it up, and sometimes came into it with an unexpectedness that extremely flattered the suburb. Thus you might be reading in the morning paper that the Member had given a lunch in London on the previous day to Cabinet Ministers and ladies as splendid as the Countess of Chell, and - glancing out of the window - you might see the Member himself walking down Trafalgar Road, sad, fragile, sedately alert, with his hands behind him, or waving a gracious hand to an acquaintance. Whereupon you would announce, not apathetically: ' Member's gone down to Macllvaine's!' (Macllvaine's being the works in which the Member had an interest) and there would perhaps be a rush to the window. Those were the last great days of Bleakridge. After the Member's house ranked such historic residences as those of Osmond Orgreave, the architect (which had the largest, greenest garden and the best smoke-defying trees in Bleakridge), and Fearns, the Hanbridge lawyer; together with Manor 'Cottage' (so called, though a spacious house), where lived the mechanical genius who had revolutionized the pottery industry and strangely enough made a fortune thereby, and the dark abode of the High Church parson.