Book II
Chapter 9
So that was that, and Ellie and I got married. It sounds abrupt just putting it like that, but you see it was really just the way things happened. We decided to be married and we got married.
It was part of the whole thing, not just an end to a romantic novel or a fairy story. 'And so they got married and lived happily ever afterwards.' You can't, after all, make a big drama out of living happily ever afterwards.
We were married and we were both happy and it was really quite a time before anyone got on to us and began to make the usual difficulties and commotions and we'd made up our minds to those.
The whole thing was really extraordinarily simple. In her desire for freedom Ellie had covered her tracks very cleverly up to now. The useful Greta had taken all the necessary steps, and was always on guard behind her. And I had realised fairly soon on that there was nobody really whose business it was to care terribly about Ellie and what she was doing. She had a stepmother who was engrossed in her own social life and love affairs. If Ellie didn't wish to accompany her to any particular spot on the globe there was no need for Ellie to do so. She'd had all the proper governesses and ladies' maids and scholastic advantages and if she wanted to go to Europe, why not? If she chose to have her twenty-first birthday in London, again why not?
Now that she had come into her vast fortune she had the whip hand of her family in so far as spending her money went. If she'd wanted a villa on the Riviera or a castle on the Costa Brava or a yacht or any of those things, she had only to mention the fact and someone among the retinues that surround millionaires would put everything in hand immediately. Greta, I gather, was regarded by her family as an admirable stooge. Competent, able to make all arrangements with the utmost efficiency, subservient no doubt and charming to the stepmother, the uncle and a few odd cousins who seemed to be knocking about. Ellie had no fewer than three lawyers at her command, from what she let fall every now and then. She was surrounded by a vast financial network of bankers and lawyers and the administrators of Trust Funds.
It was a world that I just got glimpses of – every now and then, mostly from things that Ellie let fall carelessly in the course of conversation. It didn't occur to her, naturally, that I wouldn't know about all those things. She had been brought up in the midst of them and she naturally concluded that the whole world knew what they were and how they worked and all the rest of it.
In fact, getting glimpses of the special peculiarities of each other's lives were unexpectedly what we enjoyed most in our early married life. To put it quite crudely – and I did put things crudely to myself, for that was the only way to get to terms with my new life – the poor don't really know how the rich live and the rich don't know how the poor live, and to find out is really enchanting to both of them. Once I said uneasily:
'Look here, Ellie, is there going to be an awful schemozzle over all this, over our marriage, I mean?'
Ellie considered without, I noticed, very much interest.
'Oh yes,' she said, 'they'll probably be awful.' And she added, 'I hope you won't mind too much.'
'I won't mind – why should I? – But you, will they bully you over it?'
'I expect so,' said Ellie, 'but one needn't listen. The point is that they can't do anything.'
'But they'll try?'
'Oh yes,' said Ellie. 'They'll try.' Then she added thoughtfully, 'They'll probably try and buy you off.'
'Buy me off?'
'Don't look so shocked,' said Ellie, and she smiled, a rather happy little girl's smile. 'It isn't put exactly like that.' Then she added, 'They bought off Minnie Thompson's first, you know.'
'Minnie Thompson? Is that the one they always call the oil heiress?'
'Yes, that's right. She ran off and married a Life Guard off the beach.'
'Look here, Ellie,' I said uneasily, 'I was a Life Guard at Littlehampton once.'
'Oh, were you? What fun! Permanently?'
'No, of course not. Just one summer, that's all.'
'I wish you wouldn't worry,' said Ellie.
'What happened about Minnie Thompson?'
'They had to go up to 200,000 dollars, I think,' said Ellie. 'He wouldn't take less. Minnie was man-mad and really a half-wit,' she added.
'You take my breath away, Ellie,' I said. 'I've not only acquired a wife, I've got something I can trade for solid cash at any time.'
'That's right,' said Ellie. 'Send for a high powered lawyer and tell him you're willing to talk turkey. Then he fixes up the divorce, and the amount of alimony,' said Ellie, continuing my education. 'My stepmother's been married four times,' she added, 'and she's made quite a lot out of it.' And then she said, 'Oh, Mike, don't look so shocked.'
The funny thing is that I was shocked. I felt a priggish distaste for the corruption of modern society in its richer phases. There had been something so little girl-like about Ellie, so simple, almost touching in her attitude that I was astonished to find how well up she was in worldly affairs and how much she took for granted. And yet I knew that I was right about her fundamentally. I knew quite well the kind of creature that Ellie was. Her simplicity, her affection, her natural sweetness. That didn't mean she had to be ignorant of things. What she did know and took for granted was a fairly limited slice of humanity. She didn't know much about my world, the world of scrounging for jobs, of race-course gangs and dope gangs, the rough and tumble dangers of life, the sharp-aleck flashy type that I knew so well from living amongst them all my life. She didn't know what it was to be brought up decent and respectable but always hard up for money, with a mother who worked her fingers to the bone in the name of respectability, determining that her son should do well in life. Every penny scrimped for and saved, and the bitterness when your gay carefree son threw away his chances or gambled his all on a good tip for the 3:30.
She enjoyed hearing about my life as much as I enjoyed hearing about hers. Both of us were exploring a foreign country.
Looking back I see what a wonderfully happy life it was, those early days with Ellie. At the time I took them for granted and so did she. We were married in a registry office in Plymouth. Guteman is not an uncommon name. Nobody, reporters or otherwise, knew the Guteman heiress was in England. There had been vague paragraphs in papers occasionally, describing her as in Italy or on someone's yacht. We were married in the Registrar's Office with his clerk and a middle-aged typist as witnesses. He gave us a serious little harangue on the serious responsibilities of married life, and wished us happiness. Then we went out, free and married. Mr. and Mrs. Michael Rogers! We spent a week in a seaside hotel and then we went abroad. We had a glorious three weeks travelling about wherever the fancy took us and no expense spared.
We went to Greece, and we went to Florence, and to Venice and lay on the Lido, then to the French Riviera and then to the Dolomites. Half the places I forget the names of now. We took planes or chartered a yacht or hired large and handsome cars. And while we enjoyed ourselves, Greta, I gathered from Ellie, was still on the Home Front doing her stuff.
Travelling about in her own way, sending letters and forwarding all the various post-cards and letters that Ellie had left with her.
'There'll be a day of reckoning, of course,' said Ellie. 'They'll come down on us like a cloud of vultures. But we might as well enjoy ourselves until that happens.'
'What about Greta?' I said, 'won't they be rather angry with her when they find out?'
'Oh, of course,' said Ellie, 'but Greta won't mind. She's tough.'
'Mightn't it stop her getting another job?'
'Why should she get another job?' said Ellie. 'She'll come and live with us.'
'No!' I said.
'What do you mean, no, Mike?'
'We don't want anyone living with us,' I said.
