Jerome Jerome - Mrs. Korner Sins Her Mercies

I do mean it, declared Mrs. Korner, I like a man to be a man.

But you would not like ChristopherI mean Mr. Kornerto be that sort of man, suggested her bosom friend.

I don't mean that I should like it if he did it often. But I should like to feel that he was able to be that sort of man.Have you told your master that breakfast is ready? demanded Mrs. Korner of the domestic staff, entering at the moment with three boiled eggs and a teapot.

Yus, I've told 'im, replied the staff indignantly.

The domestic staff at Acacia Villa, Ravenscourt Park, lived in a state of indignation. It could be heard of mornings and evenings saying its prayers indignantly.

What did he say?

Said 'e'11 be down the moment 'e's dressed.

Nobody wants him to come before, commented Mrs. Korner. Answered me that he was putting on his collar when I called up to him five minutes ago.

Answer yer the same thing now, if yer called up to 'im agen, I 'spect, was the opinion of the staff. Was on 'is 'ands and knees when I looked in, scooping round under the bed for 'is collar stud.

Mrs. Korner paused with the teapot in her hand. Was he talking?

Talkin'? Nobody there to talk to; I 'adn't got no time to stop and chatter.

I mean to himself, explained Mrs. Korner. Hehe wasn't swearing? There was a note of eagerness, almost of hope, in Mrs. Korner's voice.

Swearin'! 'E! Why, 'e don't know any.

Thank you, said Mrs. Korner. That will do, Harriet; you may go.

Mrs Korner put down the teapot with a bang. The very girl, said Mrs. Korner bitterly, the very girl despises him.

Perhaps, suggested Miss Greene, he had been swearing and had finished.

But Mrs. Korner was not to be comforted. Finished! Any other man would have been swearing all the time.

Perhaps, suggested the kindly bosom friend, ever the one to plead the cause of the transgressor, perhaps he was swearing, and she did not hear him. You see, if he had his head well underneath the bed

The door opened.

Sorry I am late, said Mr. Korner, bursting cheerfully into the room. It was a point with Mr. Korner always to be cheerful in the morning. Greet the day with a smile and it will leave you with a blessing, was the motto Mrs. Korner, this day a married woman of six months and three weeks standing had heard her husband murmur before getting out of bed on precisely two hundred and two occasions. The Motto entered largely into the scheme of Mr. Korner's life. Written in fine copperplate upon cards all of the same size, a choice selection counselled him each morning from the rim of his shaving-glass.

Did you find it? asked Mrs. Korner.

It is most extraordinary, replied Mr. Korner, as he seated himself at the breakfast-table. I saw it go under the bed with my own eyes. Perhaps

Don't ask me to look for it, interrupted Mrs. Korner. Crawling about on their hands and knees, knocking their heads against iron bedsteads, would be enough to make some people swear. The emphasis was on the some.

It is not bad training for the character, hinted Mr. Korner, occasionally to force oneself to perform patiently tasks calculated

If you get tied up in one of those long sentences of yours, you will never get out in time to eat your breakfast, was the fear of Mrs. Korner.

I should be sorry for anything to happen to it, remarked Mr. Korner, its intrinsic value may perhaps

I will look for it after breakfast, volunteered the amiable Miss Greene. I am good at finding things.

I can well believe it, the gallant Mr. Korner assured her, as with the handle of his spoon he peeled his egg. From such bright eyes as yours, few

You've only got ten minutes, his wife reminded him. Do get on with your breakfast.

I should like, said Mr. Korner, to finish a speech occasionally.

You never would, asserted Mrs. Korner.

I should like to try, sighed Mr. Korner, one of these days

How did you sleep, dear? I forgot to ask you, questioned Mrs. Korner of the bosom friend.

I am always restless in a strange bed the first night, explained Miss Greene. I daresay, too, I was a little excited.

I could have wished, said Mr. Korner, it had been a better example of the delightful art of the dramatist. When one goes but seldom to the theatre

One wants to enjoy oneself interrupted Mrs. Korner.

I really do not think, said the bosom friend, that I have ever laughed so much in all my life.

It was amusing. I laughed myself, admitted Mr. Korner. At the same time I cannot help thinking that to treat drunkenness as a theme

He wasn't drunk, argued Mrs. Korner, he was just jovial.

My dear! Mr. Korner Corrected her, he simply couldn't stand.

He was much more amusing than some people who can, retorted Mrs. Korner.

It is possible, my dear Aimee, her husband pointed out to her, for a man to be amusing without being drunk; also for a man to be drunk without

Oh, a man is all the better, declared Mrs. Korner, for letting himself go occasionally.

My dear

You, Christopher, would be all the better for letting yourself gooccasionally.

I wish, said Mr. Korner, as he passed his empty cup, you would not say things you do not mean. Anyone hearing you

If there's one thing makes me more angry than another, said Mrs. Korner, it is being told I say things that I do not mean.

Why say them then? suggested Mr. Korner.

I don't. I doI mean I do mean them, explained Mrs. Korner.

You can hardly mean, my dear, persisted her husband, that you really think I should be all the better for getting drunkeven occasionally.

I didn't say drunk; I said 'going it.'

But I do 'go it' in moderation, pleaded Mr. Korner, 'Moderation in all things,' that is my motto.

I know it, returned Mrs. Korner.

A little of everything and nothing this time Mr. Korner interrupted himself. I fear, said Mr. Korner, rising, we must postpone the further discussion of this interesting topic. If you would not mind stepping out with me into the passage, dear, there are one or two little matters connected with the house

Host and hostess squeezed past the visitor and closed the door behind them. The visitor continued eating.

I do mean it, repeated Mrs. Korner, for the third time, reseating herself a minute later at the table. I would give anythinganything, reiterated the lady recklessly, to see Christopher more like the ordinary sort of man.

But he has always been the sortthe sort of man he is, her bosom friend reminded her.

Oh, during the engagement, of course, one expects a man to be perfect. I didn't think he was going to keep it up.

He seems to me, said Miss Greene, a dear, good fellow. You are one of those people who never know when they are well off.

I know he is a good fellow, agreed Mrs. Korner, and I am very fond of him. It is just because I am fond of him that I hate feeling ashamed of him. I want him to be a manly man, to do the things that other men do.

Do all the ordinary sort of men swear and get occasionally drunk?

Of course they do, asserted Mrs. Korner, in a tone of authority. One does not want a man to be a milksop.

Have you ever seen a drunken man? inquired the bosom friend, who was nibbling sugar.

Heaps, replied Mrs. Korner, who was sucking marmalade off her fingers.

By which Mrs. Korner meant that some half a dozen times in her life she had visited the play, choosing by preference the lighter form of British drama. The first time she witnessed the real thing, which happened just precisely a month later, long after the conversation here recorded had been forgotten by the parties most concerned, no one could have been more utterly astonished than was Mrs. Korner.

How it came about Mr. Korner was never able to fully satisfy himself. Mr. Korner was not the type that serves the purpose of the temperance lecturer. His first glass he had drunk more years ago than he could recollect, and since had tasted the varied contents of many others. But never before had Mr. Korner exceeded, nor been tempted to exceed, the limits of his favourite virtue, moderation.