THE VERGER. by W, Somerset Maugham

by W, Somerset Maugham

There had been a Christening that afternoon at St. Peter's, Neville Square¹, and Albert Edward Foreman still wore his verger's² gown. He kept his new one, its folds as full and stiff as though it were made not of alpaca but of perennial bronze, for funerals and weddings (St. Peter's, Neville Square, was a church much favoured by the fashionable for these ceremo­nies) and now he wore only his second-best. He wore it with complacence, for it was the dignified symbol of his office, and without it (when he took it off to go home) he had the disconcerting sensation of being somewhat insuf­ficiently clad. He took pains with it; he pressed it and ironed it himself. During the sixteen years he had been verger of this church he had had a succession of such gowns, but he had never been able to throw them away when they were worn out and the complete series, neatly wrapped up in brown paper, lay in the bottom drawers of the wardrobe in his bedroom.

The verger busied himself quietly, replacing the painted wooden cover on the marble font, taking away a chair that had been brought for an infirm old lady, and waited for the vicar to have finished in the vestry³ so that he could tidy up in there and go home. Presently he saw him walk across the chancel, genuflect in front of the high altar, and come down the aisle; but he still wore his cassock.

" What's he 'anging about for? " the verger said to himself. " Don't 'e know I want my tea? "

The vicar had been but recently appointed, a red-faced energetic man in the early forties, and Albert Edward still regretted his predecessor, a clergy­man of the old school who preached leisurely sermons in a silvery voice and dined out a great deal with his more aristocratic parishioners. He liked things in church to be just so, but he never fussed; he was not like this new man who wanted to have his finger in every pie. But Albert Edward was tolerant. St. Peter's was in a very good neighbourhood and the parishioners were a very nice class of people. The new vicar had come from the East End and he couldn't be expected to fall in all at once with the discreet ways of his fashionable congregation.

" All this 'ustle, " said Albert Edward. " But give 'im time, he'll learn."

When the vicar had walked down the aisle so far that he could address

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the verger without raising his voice more than was becoming in a place of worship he stopped.

" Foreman, will you come into the vestry for a minute. I have some­thing to say to you." " Very good, sir."

The vicar waited for him to come up and they walked up the church together.

" A very nice Christening, I thought, sir. Funny 'ow the baby stopped cryin' the moment you took him."

" I've noticed they very often do, " said the vicar, with a little smile. " After all I've had a good deal of practice with them."

It was a source of subdued pride to him that he could nearly always quiet a whimpering infant by the manner in which he held it and he was not unconscious of the amused admiration with which mothers and nurses watched him settle the baby in the crook of his surpliced⁴ arm. The verger knew that it pleased him to be complimented on his talent.

The vicar preceded Albert Edward into the vestry. Albert Edward was a trifle surprised to find the two chiyxhwardens there. He had not seen them come in. They gave him pleasant nods.

" Good afternoon, my lord. Good afternoon, sir, " he said to one after the other.

They were elderly men, both of them, and they had been churchwardens almost as long as Albert Edward had been verger. They were sitting now at a handsome refectory table that the old vicar had brought many years before from Italy and the vicar sat down in the vacant chair between them. Albert Edward faced them, the table between him and them, and wondered with slight uneasiness what was the matter. He remembered still the occasion on which the organist had got into trouble and the bother they had all had to hush things up. In a church like St. Peter's, Neville Square, they couldn't afford a scandal. On the vicar's red face was a look of resolute benignity, but the others bore an expression that was slightly troubled.

" He's been naggin' them, he 'as, " said the verger to himself. " He's jockeyed them into doin' something, but they don't 'alf like it. That's what it is, you mark my words."

But his thoughts did not appear on Albert Edward's clean-cut and distin­guished features. He stood in a respectful but not obsequious attitude. He had been in service before he was appointed to his ecclesiastical⁵ office, but only in very good houses, and his deportment was irreproachable. Starting as a page-boy in the household of a merchant-prince, he had risen by due degrees from the position of fourth to first footman, for a year he had been

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single-handed butler to a widowed peeress, and, till the vacancy occurred at St. Peter's, butler with two men under him in the house of a retired ambassador. He was tall, spare, grave, and dignified. He looked, if not like a duke, at least like an actor of the old school who specialised in dukes' parts. He had tact, firmness, and selfassurance. His character was unim­peachable.

The vicar began briskly.

" Foreman, we've got something rather unpleasant to say to you. You been here a great many years and 1 think his lordship and the general agree with me that you've fulfilled the duties of your office to the satisfaction of everybody concerned."

The two churchwardens nodded.

" But a most extraordinary circumstance came to my knowledge the other day and I felt it my duty to impart it to the churchwardens. I discovered to my astonishment that you could neither read nor write."

The verger's face betrayed no sign of embarrassment.

" The last vicar knew that, sir, " he replied. " He said it didn't make no difference. He always said there was a great deal too much education in the world for 'is taste."

" It's the most amazing thing I ever heard, " cried the general. " Do you mean to say that you've been verger of this church for sixteen years and never learned to read or write? "

" I went into service when I was twelve, sir. The cook in the first place tried to teach me once, but I didn't seem to 'ave the knack for it, and then what with one thing and anothers I never seemed to 'ave the time, I've never really found the want of it. I think a lot of these young fellows waste a rare lot of time readin' when they might be doin' something useful."

" But don't you want to know the news? " said the other churchwarden. " Don't you ever want to write a letter? "

" No, me lord, 1 seem to manage very well without. And of late years now they've all these pictures in the papers I get to know what's gain' on pretty well. Me wife's quite a scholar and if I want to write a letter she writes it for me. It's not as if I was a bettin' man."

The two churchwardens gave the vicar a troubled glance and then looked down at the table.

" Well, Foreman, I've talked the matter over with these gentlemen and they quite agree with me that the situation is impossible. At a church like St. Peter's, Neville Square, we cannot have a verger who can neither read nor write."

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Albert Edward's thin, sallow face reddened and he moved uneasily on his feet, but he made no reply.

" Understand me, Foreman, 1 have no complaint to make against you. You do your work quite satisfactorily; I have the highest opinion both of your character and of your capacity; but we haven't the right to take the risk of some accident that might happen owing to your lamentable ignorance. It's a matter of prudence as well as of principle."

" But couldn't you learn, Foreman? " asked the general.

" No, sir, I'm afraid I couldn't, not now. You see, I'm not as young as 1 was and if 1 couldn't seem able to get the letters in me 'cad when I was a nipper I don't think there's much chance of it now."

" We don't want to be harsh with you, Foreman, " said the vicar. " But the churchwardens and I have quite made up our minds. We'll give you three months and if at the end of that time you cannot read and write I'm afraid you'll have to go."

Albert Edward had never liked the new vicar. He'd said from the begin­ning that they'd made a mistake when they gave him St. Peter's. He wasn't the type of man they wanted with a classy congregation like that. And now he straightened himself a little. He knew his value and he wasn't going to allow himself to be put upon.

" I'm very sorry, sir, I'm afraid it's no good. I'm too old a dog to learn new tricks. I've lived a good many years without knowin' 'ow to read and write, and without wishin' to praise myself, self-praise is no recommenda­tion, I don't mind sayin' I've done my duty in that state of life in which it 'as pleased a merciful providence to place me, and if I could learn now I don't know as I'd want to." •

" In that case, Foreman, I'm afraid you must go."

" Yes, sir, I quite understand. I shall be 'appy to 'and in my resignation as soon as you've found somebody to take my place."

But when Albert Edward with his usual politeness had closed the church door behind the vicar and the two churchwardens he could not sustain the air of unruffled dignity with which he had born the blow inflicted upon him and his lips quivered. He walked slowly backto the vestry and hung up on its proper peg his verger's gown. He sighed as he thought of all the grand funerals and smart weddings it had seen. He tidied everything up, put on his coat, and hat in hand walked down the aisle. He locked the church door behind him. He strolled across the square, but deep in his sad thoughts he did not take the street that led him home, where a nice strong cup of tea awaited him; he took the wrong turning. He walked slowly along. His heart

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was heavy. He did not know what he should do with himself. He did not fancy the notion of going back to domestic service; after being his own mas­ter for so many years, for the vicar and churchwardens could say what they Hked, it was he that had run St. Peter's, Neville Square, he could scarcely demean himself by accepting a situation. He had saved a tidy sum, but not enough to live on without doing something, and life seemed to cost more every year. He had never thought to be troubled with such questions. The vergers of St. Peter's, like the popes of Rome, were there for life. He had often thought of the pleasant reference the vicar would make in his sermon at evensongs⁶ the first Sunday after his death to the long and faithful service, and the exemplary character of their late verger, Albeit Edward Foreman. He sighed deeply. Albert Edward was a non-smoker and a total abstainer, but with a ceitain latitude; that is to say he liked a glass of beer with his dinner and when he was tired he enjoyed a cigarette. It occurred to him now that one would comfort him and since he did not carry them he looked about him for a shop where he could buy a packet of Gold Flakes. He did not at once see one and walked on a little. It was a long street, with all sorts of shops in it, but there was not a single one where you could buy cigarettes.

" That's strange, " said Albert Edward.

To make sure he walked right up the street again. No, there was no doubt about it. He stopped and looked reflectively up and down.

" I can't be the only man as walks along this street and wants a fag, " he said. " I shouldn't wonder but what a fellow might do very well with a little shop here. Tobacco and sweets, you know."

He gave a sudden start.

" That's an idea, " he said. " Strange 'ow things come to you when you least expect it."

He turned, walked home, and had his tea.

" You're very silent this afternoon, Albert, " his wife remarked.

" I'm thinkin', " he said.

He considered the matter from every point of view and next day he went along the street and by good luck found a little shop to let that looked as though it would exactly suit him. Twenty-four hours later he had taken it, and when a month after that he left St. Peter's, Neville Square, for ever, Albert Edward Foreman set up in business as a tobacconist and newsagent. His wife said it was a dreadful come-down after being verger of St. Peter's, but he answered that you had to move with the times, the church wasn't what it was, and 'enceforward he was going to render unto Caesar what was Caesar's⁷. Albert Edward did very well. He did so well that in a year or so it

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struck him that he might take a second shop and put a manager in. He looked for another long street that hadn't got a tobacconist in it and when he found it, and a shop to let, took it and stocked it. This was a success too. Then it occurred to him that if he could run two he could run half a dozen, so he began walking about London, and whenever he found a long street that had no tobacconist and a shop to let he took it. In the course of ten years he had acquired no less than ten shops and he was making money hand over fist. He went round to all of them himself every Monday, col­lected the week's takings, and took them to the bank.

One morning when he was there paying in a bundle of notes and a heavy bag of silver the cashier told him that the manager would like to see him. He was shown into an office and the manager shook hands with him.

" Mr. Foreman, J wanted to have a talk to you about the money you've got on deposit with us. D'you know exactly how much it is? "

" Not within a pound or two, sir; but I've got a pretty rough idea."

" Apart from what you paid in this morning it's a little over thirty thou­sand pounds. That's a very large sum to have on deposit and I should have thought you'd do better to invest it."

" I wouldn't want to take no risk, sir. I know it's safe in the bank."

" You needn't have the least anxiety. We'll make you out a list of abso­lutely gilt-edged securities. They'll bring you in a better rate of interest than we can possibly afford to give you."

A troubled look settled on Mr. Foreman's distinguished face. " I've never 'ad anything to do with stocks and shares and I'd 'ave to leave it all in your 'ands, " he said.

The manager smiled. " We'll do everything. All you'll have to do next time you come in is just to sign the transfers."

" I could do that all right, " said Albert uncertainly. " But 'ow should I know what I was signin"?

" I suppose you can read, " said the manager a trifle sharply.

Mr. Foreman gave him a disarming smile.

" Well, sir, that's just it. I can't. I know it sounds funny-like, but there it is, I can't read or write, only me name, an' I only learnt to do that when I went into business."

The manager was so surprised that, he jumped up from his chair.

" That's the most extraordinary thing I ever heard." " You see, it's like this, sir, I never 'ad the opportunity until it was too late and then somc'ow I wouldn't. I got obstinate-like."

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The manager stared at him as though he were a prehistoric monster.

" And do you mean to say that you've built up this important business and amassed a fortune of thirty thousand pounds without being able to read or write? Good God, man, what would you be now if you had been able to? "

" I can tell you that, sir, " said Mr. Foreman, a little smile on his still aristocratic features. " I'd be verger of St. Peter's, Neville Square."

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St Peter's, Neville Square — a church in London

verger — a man whose duty is to take care of the interior of a church,

show people to their seats in church and sometimes attend to the

official priest

vestry — a room in church where vestments, vessels, records are

kept, and where the clergy and choir dress themselves

vestment — a garment, ceremonial robe.

surplice ['S3: plisj — a long white gown with wide sleeves worn by

priests during church services.

ecclesiastical |, ikii: zi 'Eestikl] (adj) — of the Christian Church; of clergymen

evensong ('i: vnsDrj] — the service known as Evening song in the Church of

England, generally held at six on Sundays

Render... unto Caesar ['si-.гэ] the things that are Caesar's; and into

God the things that are God's — words of Christ in the Bible

(St. Math., 22, 21)

I. VOCABULARY

wear (wore, worn) (v)

J. to be clothed/ dressed in/have on П He was wearing a hat.

2. have on the face

О Не was wearing a beard.

3. be in a certain condition, become less useful; fade, decline, deteriorate О The stones were worn by the constant flow of water.

wear away/out become impaired, thin, weak as the result of constant use

О The footsteps of thousands of visitors had worn away the steps. wrap (up) (v) ['rasp] 1. cover or roll up (in)

О Wrap up the child in a shawl.

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ГП The box was wrapped up in tissue paper. 2. be wrapped up in (fig.) be concealed in □ The affair is wrapped up in mystery.

quiet (adj) [kwamtj

1. with little or no movement or sound

□ A quiet sea/evening/footsteps

2. free from anxiety, trouble, excitement

□ He lived a quiet life in the country. quiet (v) make or become quiet, to sooth

□ He could always quiet a whimpering child.

nod (v) J ■ bow the head slightly and quickly

D He nodded to me as he passed by. 2. fall asleep

□ He sat nodding by the fire.

give a nod (to smb) 1. to greet smb with a nod; 2. give a sign.

□ He nodded to show that he understood.

Hommer sometimes nods (proverb) Even the greatest may make a small mistake. И на старуху бывает проруха.

vacant (adj) empty, not occupied by anyone

□ He applied for a vacant position.

□ Vacant time not filled with activity, leisured

wonder (at) (v) ['wAnds]

1. be surprised

□ I don't wonder at her refusal to many him.

2. wonder (about) feel curiosity, ask oneself

П I was wondering who he was, what he wanted. no/little wonder it's hardly surprising.

D He was taken Ш, no wonder considering that he had been caught by the

storm. work wonders perform miracles.

D This medicine works wonders.

bother (v) be a cause of trouble; worry.

П Tell the children to stop bothering their father. Bother one's head/oneself about - be anxious about smth

□ It's not important, don't bother your head about it. occur (v) [э'кз: ]

1. take place, happen

О When did the accident occur?

2. come to someone's mind

П It occurred to him that he could take another shop and put a manag ing it. THE VERGER

circumstance (n) ['s3: kamst3ns]

1. condition in life, fact or detail

□ There is one important circumstance you haven't mentioned.

2. financial standing

□ be in reduced/straitened circumstances

□ be in easy/flourishing/good circumstances in/under the circumstances such being the state of affairs

embarrass (v) [im 'basrss] 1. make feel awkward or ashamed; cause discomfort or anxiety П He was embarrassed by the question.

betray (to) (v)

1. giveaway

□ Judas betrayed Jesus to his enemy.

2. give sign, show

□ His face betrayed his feelings.