When they had been married a year and a half Arthur was promoted
to assistant buyer in his department with quite a definite raise
in salary. Then, suddenly, for the first time since her marriage,
Corinna stopped despising him. He became almost important, some one to
notice, to pay attention to. He could and did give her small luxuries
far beyond those she would have been able to earn had she still been
employed.
Almost unconsciously he took up more of her time. They could not
afford a servant, although they were living in a more pretentious
apartment—and Arthur, after a long day in the office, often came home
tired, out of sorts. He needed cheering up, entertaining. His digestion
was not good and he complained of “delicatessen slops,” so that Corinna
was forced to cook a regular dinner in the evening. She did it a bit
grudgingly, but she was a little afraid of Arthur when he complained or
when he quarrelled with her. After all, it was his money that was used
to run the house—he deserved a little something from it....
A few months later Corinna’s father died and her mother gave up her
own small apartment and came to live with Corinna. Arthur liked
his mother-in-law, in an indefinite sort of way, and agreed to the
arrangement without a word. But, after that, when matters of money for
the household came up, he sometimes dared to assert himself, mentioning
that, after all, as long as he was paying for the running of the
household and was supporting, unaided, both Corinna and her mother,
perhaps his opinion might be listened to and his desires fulfilled.
The next year Corinna’s daughter was born. Corinna did not especially
want a baby. Still, all of her friends were having them.... When she
knew the baby was coming, she yielded herself deliberately to having
it, spending more months than necessary in the house in negligée,
ashamed to go on the street on account of her figure. She lay on the
couch then, ate huge amounts of chocolates and read sentimental stories
in the magazines. After the baby came she did not regain her figure,
but retained some of the plumpness which characterized her mother.
There was a maid, now, an ill-trained, slow girl, but, even so, Corinna
did not resume the pursuits of her early married life. There were
fewer teas with men acquaintances. Perhaps because she was heavier and
less entertaining, perhaps because the baby took up much of her time,
perhaps because her mother and Arthur seemed to question her more,
there seemed fewer chances for “fun.” She associated more with women
and talked babies and servants and played bridge. At the end of two
years another baby came, Arthur, junior, and before another two years
had passed, Corinna’s third child, Archie, was born.
Corinna was definitely middle-aged, now, although she felt that she
was still young and didn’t look her age, nearly. She spent her time
with the children mostly, for even with the help of her mother and the
one maid, the children were always falling down or crying or needing
attention.
There was always a lot to do. When she went down-town, it was usually,
definitely, on a shopping trip, with a list of things in her purse that
had to be looked after. She wore rather expensive things, a bit flashy,
too full of ornament, not very carefully made, sometimes torn where one
of the children had pulled, but quite “in style” as to the cut of the
skirt and the colour.
Arthur did very well in business. When Beatrice, the oldest child, was
twelve, he became buyer for his department. With the years, Arthur had
changed a little, too. He was a nervous fellow and, when he was home,
he insisted that the children be kept quiet. He was on rather a strict
diet, which precluded most good things to eat and did not help his
disposition. But he retained his quiet habits and his love of home and
did not develop any new desires outside of his business ambitions.