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Updated: June 8, 2025
My aunt said: "I'm afraid you may put off your bazaar for this night of Our Lord." At nine o'clock I heard my uncle's latchkey in the halldoor. I heard him talking to himself and heard the hallstand rocking when it had received the weight of his overcoat. I could interpret these signs. When he was midway through his dinner I asked him to give me the money to go to the bazaar. He had forgotten.
Immediately afterwards there was the sound of a latchkey in the front-door of the flat; the bedroom door was open. Still sobbing very violently, she cocked her ear, and pushed the bank-notes under the pillow. Madame Laurence as she was called: Sophia had never heard her surname came straight into the bedroom, and beheld the scene with astonishment in her dark twinkling eyes.
A latchkey admitted her to the house. Presently there appeared a light at an upper window, and a shadow kept moving across the blind. When the light was extinguished Hilliard went to bed, but that night he slept little. The next morning passed in restless debate with himself.
"Not even that. There are certain things that cannot be done. Let us say no more." A fortnight later Owen was reading in the corner by the window about five o'clock, waiting for Ulick to come home he generally came in for a cup of tea and hearing a latchkey in the door, he put down his book. "Is Sir Owen in?" "Sir Owen is in the study, sir." And Ulick came in somewhat hurriedly.
"I would, because I am fond of her, and she has got into the most awful scrape at school. Don't you put any spoke in her wheel, mother, for goodness' sake!" At that moment the latchkey was heard in the lock, and Elma herself appeared on the scene. "Oh, good gracious! Elma," cried Carrie, darting up to her sister, and beginning to whisper vigorously into her ear.
Chester stood by the little supper stand pondering in her mind if anything had been omitted, she heard the turn of her husband's latchkey in the door. "Just in time," she said, with one of those smiles which one never sees in perfect beauty away from home. But as she leaned her head gently on one side to listen, the smile left her face.
To the right of the fantastic skyline of the flats towered black against the hues of evening; to the left the older houses raised a square-cut, irregular parapet against the grey. Margaret fumbled for her latchkey. Of course she had forgotten it. So, grasping her umbrella by its ferrule, she leant over the area and tapped at the dining-room window. "Helen! Let us in!" "All right," said a voice.
"What a good thing," said Susy, "that I took the latchkey with me! It is past ten o'clock. Mother would be wild if she had to sit up so late." Ruth was silent. "Aren't you happy, Ruthie? Don't you think it is all splendid?" cried Susy. "Yes and no," said Ruth. "You see, I am a foundationer, and when she pressed me to join I hated not to; but now I am sorry that I have joined.
On reaching home, and entering the little lighted hall with his latchkey, the first thing that caught his eye was his wife's gold-mounted umbrella lying on the rug chest. Flinging off his fur coat, he hurried to the drawing-room. The curtains were drawn for the night, a bright fire of cedar-logs burned in the grate, and by its light he saw Irene sitting in her usual corner on the sofa.
He was buoyant in spirit, content with his day's work, keenly interested in the development of it. Using his latchkey he entered the square panelled hall silently with results, for revels were in progress within. Dinner was over. Mrs.
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