Chapters (26)
- Cover
- Praise for The Springs of Affection
- Also by Maeve Brennan
- INTRODUCTION
- The Morning after the Big Fire
- The Old Man of the Sea
- The Barrel of Rumors
- The Day We Got Our Own Back
- The Lie
- The Devil in Us
- The Clever One
- A Young Girl Can Spoil Her Chances
- A Free Choice
- The Poor Men and Women
- An Attack of Hunger
- Family Walls
- The Drowned Man
- The Twelfth Wedding Anniversary
- The Carpet with the Big Pink Roses on It
- The Shadow of Kindness
- The Sofa
- The Eldest Child
- Stories of Africa
- Christmas Eve
- The Springs of Affection
- NOTE
FOR THE FIFTH DAY in a row there had been no rain, and in Dublin, even in June, that was unusual. Hubert Derdon, who worked in a men’s outfitting shop on Grafton Street in the center of the city, had brought his raincoat with him when he left home in the morning, but when closing time came and he saw the golden evening he thought he might walk all the way home instead of taking that long ride out in the tram. He was a creature of habit. His daily habits were comfortable, but it would do him no harm to miss his tram for once, even if it meant being late for tea. Hubert was always thinking about doing more walking. He knew that for a man in his forties he did not get nearly enough exercise. But there was the raincoat, and having to decide whether to carry it or put it on. If he was going to make a start on walking he did not want to start in his raincoat. And in the back of his mind he had an objection to wasting all that exercise on hard pavements with nothing ahead of him. He thought of mountain paths and tangled woods and narrow roads that ran between green fields. He imagined himself wearing a heavy pullover and walking steadily, but not in the direction of home. All the time he was thinking about walking, he was hurrying to get his place on his usual tram, and in the end he turned his own corner and walked past the neighboring houses to his own front door and turned his key in the lock at the same time as always.
Thinking about doing all that walking had given him a sense of energy and well-being. He felt in good health and good humor, and contented to be coming home after his day’s work, and he was smiling as he stepped into the hall. There were red glass panels in the side frames of the front door, and he was always aware of the glass and always closed the door carefully. At the same instant that he was hanging his raincoat on the rack, he looked down the hall and saw the kitchen door close quickly and quietly, but not quickly enough to prevent him from seeing that Rose was down there. Her head was turned away from him as she closed the door.