David Herbert Lawrence

Pinnegar and Alvina.

It was a pinched, dreary house. James seemed down for the last time.

But Miss Pinnegar persuaded him to take the shop again on Friday

evening. For the rest, faded and peaked, he hurried shadowily down

to the club.

CHAPTER II

THE RISE OF ALVINA HOUGHTON

The heroine of this story is Alvina Houghton. If we leave her out of

the first chapter of her own story it is because, during the first

twenty-five years of her life, she really was left out of count, or

so overshadowed as to be negligible. She and her mother were the

phantom passengers in the ship of James Houghton's fortunes.

In Manchester House, every voice lowered its tone. And so from the

first Alvina spoke with a quiet, refined, almost convent voice. She

was a thin child with delicate limbs and face, and wide, grey-blue,

ironic eyes. Even as a small girl she had that odd ironic tilt of

the eyelids which gave her a look as if she were hanging back in

mockery. If she were, she was quite unaware of it, for under Miss

Frost's care she received no education in irony or mockery. Miss

Frost was straightforward, good-humoured, and a little earnest.

Consequently Alvina, or Vina as she was called, understood only the

explicit mode of good-humoured straightforwardness.

It was doubtful which shadow was greater over the child: that of

Manchester House, gloomy and a little sinister, or that of Miss

Frost, benevolent and protective. Sufficient that the girl herself

worshipped Miss Frost: or believed she did.

Alvina never went to school. She had her lessons from her beloved

governess, she worked at the piano, she took her walks, and for

social life she went to the Congregational Chapel, and to the

functions connected with the chapel. While she was little, she went

to Sunday School twice and to Chapel once on Sundays. Then

occasionally there was a magic lantern or a penny reading, to which

Miss Frost accompanied her. As she grew older she entered the choir

at chapel, she attended Christian Endeavour and P.S.A., and the

Literary Society on Monday evenings. Chapel provided her with a

whole social activity, in the course of which she met certain groups

of people, made certain friends, found opportunity for strolls into

the country and jaunts to the local entertainments. Over and above

this, every Thursday evening she went to the subscription library to

change the week's supply of books, and there again she met friends

and acquaintances. It is hard to overestimate the value of church or

chapel--but particularly chapel--as a social institution, in places

like Woodhouse. The Congregational Chapel provided Alvina with a

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