he was standing in the doorway, huge and grim, staring down at her with those awful eyes, a little black dot of fury blazing in the centre of each.
For four weeks after that, he had paid the housekeeping bills himself and given her no money at all, but of course he wasn't to know that she had over six pounds salted away in a soap-flake carton in the cupboard under the sink.
'What is it?' she had said to him once during supper. 'Are you worried about me getting lung cancer?'
'I am not,' he had answered.
'Then why can't I smoke?'
'Because I disapprove, that's why.'
He had also disapproved of children, and as a result they had never had any of them either.
Where was he now, this William of hers, the great disapprover?
Landy would be expecting her to call up. Did she have to call Landy?
Well, not really, no.
She finished her cigarette, then lit another one immediately from the old stub. She looked at the telephone that was sitting on the worktable beside the television set. William had asked her to call. He had specifically requested that she telephone Landy as soon as she had read the letter. She hesitated, fighting hard now against that old ingrained sense of duty that she didn't quite yet dare to shake off. Then, slowly, she got to her feet and crossed over to the phone on the worktable. She found a number in the book, dialled it, and waited.
'I want to speak to Mr Landy, please.'
'Who is calling?'
'Mrs Pearl. Mrs William Pearl.'
'One moment, please.'
Almost at once, Landy was on the the end of the wire.
'Mrs Pearl?'
'This is Mrs Pearl.'
There was a slight pause.
'I am so glad you called at last, Mrs Pearl.
You are quite well, I hope?' The voice was quiet, unemotional, courteous. 'I wonder if you would care to come over to the hospital? Then we can have a little chat. I expect you are very eager to know how it all came out.'
She didn't answer.
'I can tell you now that everything went pretty smoothly, one way and another. Far better, in fact, than I was entitled to hope. It is not only alive, Mn Pearl, it is conscious. It recovered consciousness on the second day. Isn't that interesting?'
She waited for him to go on.
'And the eye is seeing. We are sure of that because we get an immediate change in the deflections on the encephalograph when we hold something up in front of it. And now we're giving it the newspaper to read every day.'
'Which newspaper?' Mrs Pearl asked sharply.
'The Daily Mirror. The headlines are larger.'
'He hates the Mirror. Give him The Times.'
There was a pause, then the doctor said, 'Very well, Mrs Pearl. We'll give it The Times. We naturally want to do all we can to keep it happy.'
'Him,' she said. 'Not it. Film!'
'Him,' the doctor said. 'Yes, I beg your pardon. To keep him happy. That's one reason why I suggested you should come along here as soon as possible. I think it would be good for him to see you. You could indicate how delighted you were to be with him again-smile at him and blow him a kiss and all that sort of thing. It's bound to be a comfort to him to know that you are standing by.'
There was a long pause.
'Well,' Mrs Pearl said at last, her voice suddenly very meek and tired. 'I suppose I had better come on over and see how he is.'
'Good. I knew you would. I'll wait here for you. Come straight up to my office on the second floor. Good- bye.'
Half an hour later, Mrs Pearl was at the hospital.
'You mustn't be surprised by what he looks like,' Landy said as he walked beside her down a corridor.
'No, I won't.'
'It's bound to be a bit of a shock to you at first. He's not very prepossessing in his present state, I'm afraid.'
'I didn't marry him for his looks, Doctor.'
Landy turned and stared at her. What a queer little woman this was, he thought with her large eyes and her sullen, resentful air. Her features, which must have been quite pleasant once, had now gone completely. The mouth was slack, the cheeks loose and flabby, and the whole face gave the impression of having slowly but surely sagged to pieces through years and years of joyless married life. They walked on for a while in silence.
'Take your time when you get inside,' Landy said. 'He won't know you're in there until you place your face directly above his eye. The eye is always open, but he can't move it at all, so the field of vision is very narrow. At present we have it looking up at the ceiling. And of course he can't hear anything. We can talk together as much as we like. It's in here.'
Landy opened a door and ushered her into a small square room.
'I wouldn't go too close yet,' he said, putting a hand on her arm. 'Stay back here a moment with me until you get used to it all.'
There was a biggish white enamel bowl about the size of a washbasin standing on a high white table in the centre of the room, and there were half a dozen thin plastic tubes coming out of it. These tubes were connected with a whole lot of glass piping in which you could see the blood flowing to and from the heart machine. The machine itself made a soft rhythmic pulsing sound.
'He's in there,' Landy said, pointing to the basin, which was too high for her to see into. 'Come just a little closer. Not too near.'
He led her two paces forward.
By stretching her neck, Mrs Pearl could now see the surface of the liquid inside the basin. It was clear and still, and on it there floated a small oval capsule, about the size of a pigeon's egg.
'That's the eye in there,' Landy said. 'Can you see it?'
'Yes.'
'So far as we can tell, it is still in perfect condition. It's his right eye, and the plastic container has a lens on it similar to the one he used in his own spectacles. At this moment he's probably seeing quite as well as he did before.'
'The ceiling isn't much to look at,' Mrs Pearl said.
'Don't worry about that. We're in the process of working out a whole programme to keep him amused, but we don't want to go too quickly at first.'
'Give him a good book.'
'We will, we will. Are you feeling all right, Mrs Pearl?'
'Yes.'
'Then we'll go forward a little more, shall we, and you'll be able to see the whole thing.'
He led her forward until they were standing only a couple of yards from the table and now she could see right down into the basin.
'There you are,' Landy said. 'That's William.'
He was far larger than she had imagined he would be, and darker in colour. With all the ridges and creases running over his surface, he reminded her of nothing so much as an enormous pickled walnut. She could see the stubs of the four big arteries and the two veins coming out from the base of him and the neat way in which they were joined to the plastic tubes; and with each throb of the heart machine, all the tubes gave a little jerk in unison as the blood was pushed through them.
