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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Philistia + +Author: Grant Allen + +Release Date: July, 2004 [EBook #6060] +First Posted: October 30, 2002 +Last Updated: September 10, 2018 + + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PHILISTIA *** + + + + +Etext produced by Charles Aldarondo, Charles Franks and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + + + + + +</pre> + <div style="height: 8em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h1> + PHILISTIA + </h1> + <h2> + By Grant Allen + </h2> + <hr /> + <p> + <b>CONTENTS</b> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. — CHILDREN OF LIGHT. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0002"> CHAPTER II. — THE COASTS OF THE GENTILES. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. — MAGDALEN QUAD. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. — A LITTLE MUSIC. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. — ASKELON VILLA, GATH. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0006"> CHAPTER VI. — DOWN THE RIVER. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0007"> CHAPTER VII. — GHOSTLY COUNSEL. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. — IN THE CAMP OF THE + PHILISTINES. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. — THE WOMEN OF THE LAND. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. — THE DAUGHTERS OF CANAAN. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. — CULTURE AND CULTURE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. — THE MORE EXCELLENT WAY. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. — YE MOUNTAINS OF GILBOA! + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0014"> CHAPTER XIV. — ‘WHAT DO THESE HEBREWS + HERE?’ </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. — EVIL TIDINGS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. — FLAT REBELLION. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. — ‘COME YE OUT AND BE + YE SEPARATE.’ </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. — A QUIET WEDDING. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. — INTO THE FIRE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. — LITERATURE, MUSIC, AND THE + DRAMA. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. — OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. — THE PHILISTINES TRIUMPH. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0023"> CHAPTER XXIII. — THE STREETS OF ASKELON. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. — THE CLOUDS BEGIN TO BREAK. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. — HARD PRESSED. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0026"> CHAPTER XXVI. — IRRECLAIMABLE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. — RONALD COMES OF AGE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. — TELL IT NOT IN OATH. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. — A MAN AND A MAID. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. — THE ENVIRONMENT FINALLY + TRIUMPHS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. — DE PROFUNDIS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. — PRECONTRACT OF MARRIAGE. + </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. — A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. — HOPE. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. — THE TIDE TURNS. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. — OUT OF THE HAND OP THE + PHILISTINES. </a> + </p> + <p class="toc"> + <a href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. — LAND AT LAST: BUT WHAT + LAND? </a> + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. — CHILDREN OF LIGHT. + </h2> + <p> + It was Sunday evening, and on Sundays Max Schurz, the chief of the London + Socialists, always held his weekly receptions. That night his cosmopolitan + refugee friends were all at liberty; his French disciples could pour in + from the little lanes and courts in Soho, where, since the Commune, they + had plied their peaceful trades as engravers, picture-framers, artists’-colourmen, + models, pointers, and so forth—for most of them were hangers-on in + one way or another of the artistic world; his German adherents could + stroll round, pipe in mouth, from their printing-houses, their + ham-and-beef shops, or their naturalists’ chambers, where they + stuffed birds or set up exotic butterflies in little cabinets—for + most of them were more or less literary or scientific in their pursuits; + and his few English sympathisers, chiefly dissatisfied philosophical + Radicals of the upper classes, could drop in casually for a chat and a + smoke, on their way home from the churches to which they had been + dutifully escorting their un-emancipated wives and sisters. Max Schurz + kept open house for all on Sunday evenings, and there was not a + drawing-room in London better filled than his with the very advanced and + not undistinguished set who alone had the much-prized entrée of his + exclusive salon. + </p> + <p> + The salon itself did not form any component part of Max Schurz’s own + private residence in any way. The great Socialist, the man whose mandates + shook the thrones of Russia and Austria, whose movements spread terror in + Paris and Berlin, whose dictates were even obeyed in Kerry and in Chicago, + occupied for his own use two small rooms at the top of a shabby composite + tenement in a doubtful district of Marylebone. The little parlour where he + carried on his trade of a microscope-lens grinder would not have sufficed + to hold one-tenth of the eager half-washed crowd that pressed itself + enthusiastically upon him every Sunday. But a large room on the ground + floor of the tenement, opening towards the main street, was used during + the week by one of his French refugee friends as a dancing-saloon; and in + this room on every Sunday evening the uncrowned king of the proletariate + Socialists was permitted to hold his royal levees. Thither all that was + best and truest in the socially rebellions classes domiciled in London + used to make its way; and there men calmly talked over the ultimate + chances of social revolutions which would have made the hair of + respectable Philistine Marylebone stand stiffly on end, had it only known + the rank political heresies that were quietly hatching in its unconscious + midst. + </p> + <p> + While Max Schurz’s hall was rapidly filling with the polyglot crowd + of democratic solidarists, Ernest Le Breton and his brother were waiting + in the chilly little drawing-room at Epsilon Terrace, Bayswater, for the + expected arrival of Harry Oswald. Ernest had promised to introduce Oswald + to Max Schurz’s reception; and it was now past eight o’clock, + getting rather a late hour for those simple-minded, early-rising + Communists. ‘I’m afraid, Herbert,’ said Ernest to his + brother, ‘he forgets that Max is a working-man who has to be at his + trade again punctually by seven o’clock to-morrow. He thinks he’s + going out to a regular society At Home, where ten o’clock’s + considered just the beginning of the evening. Max won’t at all like + his turning up so late; it smells of non-productivity.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If Herr Schurz wants to convert the world,’ Herbert answered + chillily, rolling himself a tiny cigarette, ‘he must convince the + unproductive as well as the proletariate before he can set things fairly + on the roll for better arrangement. The proletariate’s all very well + in its way, no doubt, but the unproductive happen to hold the key of the + situation. One convert like you or me is worth a thousand ignorant + East-end labourers, with nothing but their hands and their votes to count + upon.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But you are not a convert, Herbert.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I didn’t say I was. I’m a critic. There’s no necessity + to throw oneself open-armed into the embrace of either party. The wise man + can wait and watch the progress of the game, backing the winner for the + time being at all the critical moments, and hedging if necessary when the + chances turn momentarily against the favourite. There’s a ring at + the bell: that’s Oswald; let’s go down to the door to meet + him.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest ran down the stairs rapidly, as was his wont; Herbert followed in a + more leisurely fashion, still rolling the cigarette between his delicate + finger and thumb. ‘Goodness gracious, Oswald!’ Ernest + exclaimed as his friend stepped in, ‘why, you’ve actually come + in evening dress! A white tie and all! What on earth will Max say? He’ll + be perfectly scandalised at such a shocking and unprecedented outrage. + This will never do; you must dissemble somehow or other.’ + </p> + <p> + Oswald laughed. ‘I had no idea,’ he said, ‘Herr Schurz + was such a truculent sans-culotte as that comes to. As it was an evening + reception I thought, of course, one ought to turn up in evening clothes.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Evening clothes! My dear fellow, how on earth do you suppose a set of + poor Leicester Square outlaws are going to get themselves correctly set up + in black broadcloth coats and trousers? They might wash their white ties + themselves, to be sure; they mostly do their own washing, I believe, in + their own basins.’ (‘And not much at that either,’ put + in Herbert, parenthetically.) ‘But as to evening clothes, why, they’d + as soon think of arraying themselves for dinner in full court dress as of + putting on an obscurantist swallow-tail. It’s the badge of a class, + a distinct aristocratic outrage; we must alter it at once, I assure you, + Oswald.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘At any rate,’ said Oswald laughing, ‘I’ve had the + pleasure of finding myself accused for the first time in the course of my + existence of being aristocratic. It’s quite worth while going to Max + Schurz’s once in one’s life, if it were only for the sake of + that single new sensation.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, my dear fellow, we must rectify you, anyhow, before you go. Let me + see; luckily you’ve got your dust-coat on, and you needn’t + take that off; it’ll do splendidly to hide your coat and waistcoat. + I’ll lend you a blue tie, which will at once transform your upper + man entirely. But you show the cloven hoof below; the trousers will surely + betray you. They’re absolutely inadmissible under any circumstances + whatsoever, as the Court Circular says, and you must positively wear a + coloured pair of Herbert’s instead of them. Run upstairs quickly, + there’s a good fellow, and get rid of the mark of the Beast as fast + as you can.’ + </p> + <p> + Oswald did as he was told without demur, and in about a minute more + presented himself again, with the mark of the Beast certainly most + effectually obliterated, at least so far as outer appearance went. His + blue tie, light dust-coat, and borrowed grey trousers, made up an ensemble + much more like an omnibus conductor out for a holiday than a gentleman of + the period in correct evening dress. ‘Now mind,’ Ernest said + seriously, as he opened the door, ‘whatever you do, Oswald, if you + stew to death for it—and Schurz’s rooms are often very close + and hot, I can assure you—don’t for heaven’s sake go and + unbutton your dust-coat. If you do they’ll see at once you’re + a wolf in sheep’s clothing, and I shouldn’t be at all + surprised if they were to turn and rend you. At least, I’m sure Max + would be very much annoyed with me for unsocially introducing a + plutocratic traitor into the bosom of the fold.’ + </p> + <p> + They walked along briskly in the direction of Marylebone, and stopped at + last at a dull, yellow-washed house, which bore on its door a very dingy + brass plate, inscribed in red letters, ‘M. et Mdlle. Tirard. Salon + de Danse.’ Ernest opened the door without ringing, and turned down + the passage towards the salon. ‘Remember,’ he said, turning to + Harry Oswald by way of a last warning, with his hand on the inner + door-handle, ‘coûte que coûte, my dear fellow, don’t on any + account open your dust-coat. No anti-social opinions; and please bear in + mind that Max is, in his own way, a potentate.’ + </p> + <p> + The big hall, badly lighted by a few contribution candles (for the whole + colony subscribed to the best of its ability for the support of the weekly + entertainment), was all alive with eager figures and the mingled busy hum + of earnest conversation. A few chairs ranged round the wall were mostly + occupied by Mdlle. Tirard and the other ladies of the Socialist party; but + the mass of the guests were men, and they were almost all smoking, in + utter indifference to the scanty presence of the fair sex. Not that they + were intentionally rude or boorish; that they never were; except where an + emperor or an aristocrat is concerned, there is no being on earth more + courteous, kindly, and considerate for the feelings of others than your + exiled Socialist. He has suffered much himself in his own time, and so + miseris succurrere discit. Emperors he mentally classes with cobras, + tarantulas, and scorpions, as outside the pale of humanitarian sympathies + altogether; but, with this slight political exception, he is the broadest + and tenderest and most catholic in his feelings of all living breathing + creatures. However, the ladies of his party have all been brought up from + their childhood onward in a mingled atmosphere of smoke and democracy; so + that he no more thinks of abstaining from tobacco in their presence than + he thinks of commiserating the poor fish for being so dreadfully wet, or + the unfortunate mole for his unpleasantly slimy diet of live earthworms. + </p> + <p> + ‘Herr Schurz,’ said Ernest, singling out the great leader in the + gloom immediately, ‘I’ve brought my brother Herbert here, whom + you know already, to see you, as well as another Oxford friend of mind, + Mr. Harry Oswald, Fellow and Lecturer of Oriel. He’s almost one of + us at heart, I’m happy to say, and at any rate I’m sure you’ll + be glad to make his acquaintance.’ + </p> + <p> + The little spare wizened-up grey man, in the threadbare brown velveteen + jacket, who stood in the middle of the hall, caught Ernest’s hand + warmly, and held it for a moment fettered in his iron grip. There was an + honesty in that grip and in those hazy blue-spectacled eyes that nobody + could for a second misunderstand. If an emperor had been introduced to Max + Schurz he might have felt a little abashed one minute at the old Socialist’s + royal disdain, but he could not have failed to say to himself as he looked + at him from head to foot, ‘Here, at least, is a true man.’ So + Harry Oswald felt, as the spare grey thinker took his hand in his, and + grasped it firmly with a kindly pressure, but less friendly than that with + which he had greeted his known admirer, Ernest Le Breton. As for Herbert, + he merely bowed to him politely from a little distance; and Herbert, who + had picked up at once with a Polish exile in a corner, returned the bow + frigidly without coming up to the host himself at all for a moment’s + welcome. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m always pleased to meet friends of the cause from Oxford,’ + Herr Schurz said, in almost perfect English. ‘We want recruits most + of all among the thinking classes. If we are ever to make headway against + the banded monopolies—against the place-holders, the land-grabbers, + the labour-taxers, the robbers of the poor—we must first secure the + perfect undivided confidence of the brain-workers, the thinkers, and the + writers. At present everything is against us; we are but a little leaven, + trying vainly in our helpless fashion to leaven the whole lump. The + capitalist journals carry off all the writing talent in the world; they + are timid, as capital must always be; they tremble for their tens of + thousands a year, and their vast circulations among the propertied + classes. We cannot get at the heart of the people, save by the Archimedean + lever of the thinking world. For that reason, my dear Le Breton, I am + always glad to muster here your Oxford neophytes.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And yet, Herr Schurz,’ said Ernest gently, ‘you know we must + not after all despair. Look at the history of your own people! When the + cause of Jehovah seemed most hopeless, there were still seven thousand + left in Israel who had not bowed the knee to Baal. We are gaining strength + every day, while they are losing it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah yes, my friend. I know that too,’ the old man answered, with a + solemn shake of the head; ‘but the wheels move slowly, they move + slowly—very surely, but oh, so slowly. You are young, friend Ernest, + and I am growing old. You look forward to the future with hope; I look + back to the past with regret: so many years gone, so little, so very + little done. It will come, it will come as surely as the next glacial + period, but I shall not live to see it. I stand like Moses on Pisgah; I + see the promised land before me; I look down upon the equally allotted + vineyards, and the glebe flowing with milk and honey in the distance; but + I shall not lead you into it; I shall not even lead you against the + Canaanites; another than I must lead you in. But I am an old man, Mr. + Oswald, an old man now, and I am talking all about myself—an + anti-social trick we have inherited from our fathers. What is your friend’s + special line at Oxford, did you say, Ernest?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oswald is a mathematician, sir,’ said Ernest, ‘perhaps the + greatest mathematician among the younger men in the whole University.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah! that is well. We want exact science. We want clear and definite + thinking. Biologists and physicists and mathematicians, those are our best + recruits, you may depend upon it. We need logic, not mere gas. Our French + friends and our Irish friends—I have nothing in the world to say + against them; they are useful men, ardent men, full of fire, full of + enthusiasm, ready to do and dare anything—but they lack ballast. You + can’t take the kingdom of heaven by storm. The social revolution is + not to be accomplished by violence, it is not even to be carried by the + most vivid eloquence; the victory will be in the end to the clearest brain + and the subtlest intellect. The orthodox political economists are clever + sophists; they mask and confuse the truth very speciously; we must have + keen eyes and sharp noses to spy out and scent out their tortuous + fallacies. I’m glad you’re a mathematician, Mr. Oswald. And so + you have thought on social problems?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I have read “Gold and the Proletariate,”’ Oswald + answered modestly, ‘and I learned much from it, and thought more. I won’t + say you have quite converted me, Herr Schurz, but you have given me plenty + of food for future reflection.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That is well, said the old man, passing one skinny brown hand gently up + and down over the other. ‘That is well. There’s no hurry. Don’t + make up your mind too fast. Don’t jump at conclusions. It’s + intellectual dishonesty to do that. Wait till you have convinced yourself. + Spell out your problems slowly; they are not easy ones; try to see how the + present complex system works; try to probe its inequalities and + injustices; try to compare it with the ideal commonwealth: and you’ll + find the light in the end, you’ll find the light.’ + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, Herbert Le Breton lounged up quietly from his farther corner + towards the little group. ‘Ah, your brother, Ernest!’ said Max + Schurz, drawing himself up a little more stiffly; ‘he has found the + light already, I believe, but he neglects it; still he is not with us, and + he that is not with us is against us. You hold aloof always, Mr. Herbert, + is it not so?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, not quite aloof, Herr Schurz, I’m certain, but not on your + side exactly either. I like to look on and hold the balance evenly, not to + throw my own weight too lightly into either stale. The objective attitude + of the mere spectator is after all the right one for an impartial + philosopher to take up.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, Mr. Herbert, this philosophy of your Oxford contemplative Radicals is + only another name for a kind of social selfishness, I fancy,’ said + the old man solemnly. ‘It seems to me your head is with us, but your + heart, your heart is elsewhere.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert Le Breton played a moment quietly with the Roman aureus of + Domitian on his watch-chain; then he said slowly in his clear cold voice, + ‘There may be something in that, no doubt, Herr Schurz, for each of + us has his own game to play, and while the world remains unreformed, he + must play it on his own gambit to a great extent, without reference to the + independent game of others. We all agree that the board is too full of + counters, and as each counter is not responsible for its own presence and + position on the board, having been put there without previous consultation + by the players, we must each do the best we can for ourselves in our own + fashion. My sympathies, as you say, are on your side, but perhaps my + interests lie the other way, and after all, till you start your + millennium, we must all rattle along as well as we can in the box + together, jarring against one another in our old ugly round of + competition, and supply and demand, and survival of the fittest, and + mutual accommodation, and all the rest of it, to the end of the chapter. + Every man for himself and God for us all, you know. You have the logic, to + be sure, Herr Schurz, but the monopolists have the law and the money.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes,’ said the old Socialist grimly; ‘Demas, Demas; he + and his silver mine; you remember your Bunyan, don’t you? Well, all + faiths and systems have their Demases. The cares of this world and the + deceitfulness of riches. He’s bursar of his college, isn’t he, + Ernest? I thought so. “He had the bag, and bare what was put + therein.” A dangerous office, isn’t it, Mr. Oswald? A very + dangerous office. You can’t touch pitch or property without being + defiled.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You at least, sir, said Ernest, reverentially, ‘have kept yourself + unspotted from the world.’ + </p> + <p> + The old man sighed, and turned for a moment to speak in French to a tall, + big-bearded new-comer who advanced to meet him. ‘Impossible!’ + he said quickly; ‘I am truly distressed to hear it. It is very + imprudent, very unnecessary.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What is the news?’ asked Ernest, also in French. + </p> + <p> + The new-comer answered him with a marked South Russian accent. ‘There has + been another attempt on the life of Alexander Nicolaiovitch.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You don’t mean to say so!’ cried Ernest in surprise. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, I do,’ replied the Russian, ‘and it has nearly succeeded + too.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘An attempt on whom?’ asked Oswald, who was new to the peculiar + vocabulary of the Socialists, and not particularly accustomed to following + spoken French. + </p> + <p> + ‘On Alexander Nicolaiovitch,’ answered the red-bearded stranger. + </p> + <p> + ‘Not the Czar?’ Oswald inquired of Ernest. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, the one whom you call Czar,’ said the stranger, quickly, in + tolerable English. The confusion of tongues seemed to be treated as a + small matter at Max Schurz’s receptions, for everybody appeared to + speak all languages at once, in the true spirit of solidarity, as though + Babel had never been. + </p> + <p> + Oswald did not attempt to conceal a slight gesture of horror. The tall + Russian looked down upon him commiseratingly. ‘He is of the Few?’ + he asked of Ernest, that being the slang of the initiated for a member of + the aristocratic and capitalist oligarchy. + </p> + <p> + ‘Not exactly,’ Ernest answered with a smile; ‘but he has not + entirely learned the way we here regard these penal measures. His + sympathies are one-sided as to Alexander, no doubt. He thinks merely of + the hunted, wretched life the man bears about with him, and he forgets + poor bleeding, groaning, down-trodden, long-suffering Russia. It is the + common way of Englishmen. They do not realise Siberia and Poland and the + Third Section, and all the rest of it; they think only of Alexander as of + the benevolent despot who freed the serf and befriended the Bulgarian. + They never remember that they have all the freedom and privileges + themselves which you poor Russians ask for in vain; they do not bear in + mind that he has only to sign his name to a constitution, a very little + constitution, and he might walk abroad as light-hearted in St. Petersburg + to-morrow as you and I walk in Regent Street to-day. We are mostly + lopsided, we English, but you must bear with us in our obliquity; we have + had freedom ourselves so long that we hardly know how to make due + allowance for those unfortunate folks who are still in search of it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If you had an Alexander yourselves for half a day,’ the Russian + said fiercely, turning to Oswald, ‘you would soon see the + difference. You would forget your virtuous indignation against Nihilist + assassins in the white heat of your anger against unendurable tyranny. You + had a King Charles in England once—the mere shadow of a Russian Czar—and + you were not so very ceremonious with him, you order-loving English, after + all.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It is a foolish thing, Borodinsky,’ said Max Schurz, looking up + from the long telegram the other had handed him, ‘and I told + Toroloff as much a fortnight ago, when he spoke to me about the matter. + You can do no good by these constant attacks, and you only rouse the minds + of the oligarchy against you by your importunity. Bloodshed will avail us + nothing; the world cannot be regenerated by a baptism like that. Every + peasant won over, every student enrolled, every mother engaged to feed her + little ones on the gospel of Socialism together with her own milk, is + worth a thousand times more to us and to the people than a dead Czar. If + your friends had really blown him up, what then? You would have had + another Czar, and another Third Section, and another reign of terror, and + another raid and massacre; and we should have lost twenty good men from + our poor little side for ever. We must not waste the salt of the earth in + that reckless fashion. Besides, I don’t like this dynamite. It’s + a bad argument, it smacks too much of the old royal and repressive method. + You know the motto Louis Quatorze used to cast on his bronze cannon—“Ultima + ratio regum.” Well, we Socialists ought to be able to find better + logic for our opponents than that, oughtn’t we?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But in Russia,’ cried the bearded man hotly, ‘in poor + stricken-down groaning Russia, what other argument have they left us? Are + we to be hunted to death without real law or trial, tortured into sham + confessions, deluded with mock pardons, arraigned before hypocritical + tribunals, ensnared by all the chicanery, and lying, and treachery, and + ferreting of the false bureaucracy, with its spies, and its bloodhounds, + and its knout-bearing police-agents; and then are we not to make war the + only way we can—open war, mind you, with fair declaration, and due + formalities, and proper warning beforehand—against the irresponsible + autocrat and his wire-pulled office-puppets who kill us off mercilessly? + You are too hard upon us, Herr Schurz; even you yourself have no sympathy + at all for unhappy Russia.’ + </p> + <p> + The old man looked up at him tenderly and regretfully. ‘My poor + Borodinsky,’ he said in a gentle tremulous voice, ‘I have + indeed sympathy and pity in abundance for you. I do not blame you; you + will have enough and to spare to do that, even here in free England; I + would not say a harsh word against you or your terrible methods for all + the world. You have been hard-driven, and you stand at bay like tigers. + But I think you are going to work the wrong way, not using your energies + to the best possible advantage for the proletariate. What we have really + got to do is to gain over every man, woman, and child of the + working-classes individually, and to array on our side all the learning + and intellect and economical science of the thinking classes individually; + and then we can present such a grand united front to the banded + monopolists that for very shame they will not dare to gainsay us. Indeed, + if it comes to that, we can leave them quietly alone, till for pure hunger + they will come and beg our assistance. When we have enticed away all the + workmen from their masters to our co-operative factories, the masters may + keep their rusty empty mills and looms and engines to themselves as long + as they like, but they must come to us in the end, and ask us to give them + the bread they used to refuse us. For my part, I would kill no man and rob + no man; but I would let no man kill or rob another either.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And how about Alexander Nicolaiovitch, then?’ persisted the + Russian, eagerly. ‘Has he killed none in his loathsome prisons and + in his Siberian quicksilver mines? Has he robbed none of their own hardly + got earnings by his poisoned vodki and his autocratically imposed taxes + and imposts? Who gave him an absolute hereditary right to put us to death, + to throw us in prison, to take our money from us against our will and + without our leave, to treat us as if we existed, body and soul, and wives + and children, only as chattels for the greater glory of his own orthodox + imperial majesty? If we may justly slay the highway robber who meets us, + arms in hand, in the outskirts of the city, and demands of us our money or + our life, may we not justly slay Alexander Nicolaiovitch, who comes to our + homes in the person of his tax-gatherers to take the bread out of our + children’s mouths and to help himself to whatever he chooses by the + divine right of his Romanoff heirship? I tell you, Herr Max, we may + blamelessly lie in wait for him wherever we find him, and whoso says us + nay is siding with the wolf against the lambs, with the robber and the + slayer against the honest representative of right and justice.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I never met a Nihilist before,’ said Oswald to Ernest, in a + half-undertone,’ and it never struck me to think what they might + have to say for themselves from their own side of the question.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That’s one of the uses of coming here to Herr Schurz’s,’ + Ernest answered quickly. ‘You may not agree with all you hear, but + at least you learn to see others as they see themselves; whereas if you + mix always in English society, and read only English papers, you will see + them only as we English see them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But just fancy,’ Oswald went on, as they both stood back a little + to make way for others who wished for interviews with the great man, + ‘just fancy that this Borodinsky, or whatever his name may be, has + himself very likely helped in dynamite plots, or manufactured + nitro-glycerine cartridges to blow up the Czar; and yet we stand here + talking with him as coolly as if he were an ordinary respectable innocent + Englishman.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What of that?’ Ernest answered, smiling. ‘Didn’t we + meet Prince Strelinoffsky at Oriel last term, and didn’t we talk + with him too, as if he was an honest, hard-working, bread-earning + Christian? and yet we knew he was a member of the St. Petersburg office + clique, and at the bottom of half the trouble in Poland for the last ten + years or so. Grant even that Borodinsky is quite wrong in his way of + dealing with noxious autocrats, and yet which do you think is the worst + criminal of the two—he with his little honest glazier’s shop + in a back slum of Paddington, or Strelinoffsky with his jewelled fingers + calmly signing accursed warrants to send childing Polish women to die of + cold and hunger and ill-treatment on the way to Siberia?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, really, Le Breton, you know I’m a passably good Radical, but + you’re positively just one stage too Radical even for me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Come here oftener,’ answered Ernest; ‘and perhaps you’ll + begin to think a little differently about some things.’ + </p> + <p> + An hour later in the evening Max Schurz found Ernest alone in a quiet + corner. ‘One moment, my dear Le Breton,’ he said; ‘you + know I always like to find out all about people’s political + antecedents; it helps one to fathom the potentialities of their + characters. From what social stratum, now, do we get your clever friend, + Mr. Oswald?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘His father’s a petty tradesman in a country town in Devonshire, I + believe,’ Ernest answered; ‘and he himself is a good general + democrat, without any very pronounced socialistic colouring.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A petty tradesman! Hum, I thought so. He has rather the mental bearing + and equipment of a man from the petite bourgeoisie. I have been talking to + him, and drawing him out. Clever, very, and with good instincts, but not + wholly and entirely sound. A fibre wrong somewhere, socially speaking, a + false note suspected in his ideas of life; too much acquiescence in the + thing that is, and too little faith or enthusiasm for the thing that ought + to be. But we shall make something of him yet. He has read “Gold” + and understands it. That is already a beginning. Bring him again. I shall + always be glad to see him here.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I will,’ said Ernest, ‘and I believe the more you know him, + Herr Max, the better you will like him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And what did you think of the sons of the prophets?’ asked Herbert + Le Breton of Oswald as they left the salon at the close of the reception. + </p> + <p> + ‘Frankly speaking,’ answered Oswald, looking half aside at Ernest, + ‘I didn’t quite care for all of them—the Nihilists and + Communards took my breath away at first; but as to Max Schurz himself I + think there can be only one opinion possible about him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And that is——?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That he’s a magnificent old man, with a genuine apostolic + inspiration. I don’t care twopence whether he is right or wrong, but + he’s a perfectly splendid old fellow, as honest and transparent as + the day’s long. He believes in it all, and would give his life for + it freely, if he thought he could forward the cause a single inch by doing + it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re quite right,’ said Herbert calmly. ‘He’s + an Elijah thrown blankly upon these prosaic latter days; and what’s + more, his gospel’s all true; but it doesn’t matter a sou to + you or me, for it will never come about in our time, no nor for a century + after. “Post nos millennium.” So what on earth’s the + good of our troubling our poor overworked heads about it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘He’s the only really great man I ever knew,’ said Ernest + enthusiastically, ‘and I consider that his friendship’s the + one thing in my life that has been really and truly worth living for. If a + pessimist were to ask me what was the use of human existence, I should + give him a card of introduction to go to Max Schurz’s.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Excuse my interrupting your rhapsody, Ernest,’ Herbert put in + blandly, ‘but will you have your own trousers tonight, Oswald, or + will you wear mine back to your lodgings now, and I’ll send one of + the servants round with yours for them in the morning?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Thanks,’ said Harry Oswald, slapping the sides of the unopened + dust-coat; ‘I think I’ll go home as I am at present, and I’ll + recover the marks of the Beast again to-morrow. You see, I didn’t + betray my evening waistcoat after all, now did I?’ + </p> + <p> + And they parted at the corner, each of them going his own way in his own + mood and manner. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. — THE COASTS OF THE GENTILES. + </h2> + <p> + The decayed and disfranchised borough of Calcombe Pomeroy, or + Calcombe-on-the-Sea, is one of the prettiest and quietest little + out-of-the-way watering-places in the whole smiling southern slope of the + county of Devon. Thank heaven, the Great Western Railway, when planning + its organised devastations along the beautiful rural region of the South + Hams, left poor little Calcombe out in the cold; and the consequence is + that those few people who still love to linger in the uncontaminated + rustic England of our wiser forefathers can here find a beach unspoiled by + goat-carriages or black-faced minstrels, a tiny parade uninvaded by stucco + terraces or German brass bands, and an ancient stone pier off which + swimmers may take a header direct, in the early morning, before the + sumptuary edicts of his worship the Mayor compel them to resort to the use + of bathing-machines and the decent covering of an approved costume, + between the hours of eight and eight. A board beside the mouth of the + harbour, signed by a Secretary of State to his late Majesty King William + the Fourth, still announces to a heedless world the tolls to be paid for + entry by the ships that never arrive; and a superannuated official in a + wooden leg and a gold cap-band retains the honourable sinecure of a + harbour-mastership, with a hypothetical salary nominally payable from the + non-existent fees and port dues. The little river Cale, at the bottom of + whose combe the wee town nestles snugly, has cut itself a deep valley in + the soft sandstone hills; and the gap in the cliffs formed by its mouth + gives room for the few hundred yards of level on which the antiquated + little parade is warmly ensconced. On either hand tall bluffs of brilliant + red marl raise their honeycombed faces fronting the sea; and in the + distance the sheeny grey rocks of the harder Devonian promontories gleam + like watered satin in the slant rays of the afternoon sun. Altogether a + very sleepy little old-world place is Calcombe Pomeroy, specially reserved + by the overruling chance of the universe to be a summer retreat for quiet, + peace-loving, old-world people. + </p> + <p> + The Londoner who escapes for a while from the great teeming human + ant-hill, with its dark foggy lanes and solid firmament of hanging smoke, + to draw in a little unadulterated atmosphere at Calcombe Pomeroy, finds + himself landed by the Plymouth slow train at Calcombe Road Station, twelve + miles by cross-country highway from his final destination. The little grey + box, described in the time-tables as a commodious omnibus, which takes him + on for the rest of his journey, crawls slowly up the first six miles to + the summit of the intervening range at the Cross Foxes Inn, and jolts + swiftly down the other six miles, with red hot drag creaking and groaning + lugubriously, till it seems to topple over sheer into the sea at the + clambering High Street of the old borough. As you turn to descend the + seaward slope at the Cross Foxes, you appear to leave modern industrial + England and the nineteenth century well behind you on the north, and you + go down into a little isolated primaeval dale, cut off from all the outer + world by the high ridge that girds it round on every side, and turned only + on the southern front towards the open Channel and the backing sun. + Half-way down the steep cobble-paved High Street, just after you pass the + big dull russet church, a small shop on the left-hand side bears a + signboard with the painted legend, ‘Oswald, Family Grocer and + Provision Dealer.’ In the front bay window of that red-brick house, + built out just over the shop, Harry Oswald, Fellow and Lecturer of Oriel + College, Oxford, kept his big oak writing-desk; and at that desk he might + be seen reading or writing on most mornings during the long vacation, + after the end of his three weeks’ stay at a London West-end + lodging-house, from which he had paid his first visit to Max Schurz’s + Sunday evening receptions. + </p> + <p> + ‘Two pounds of best black tea, good quality—yours is generally + atrocious, Mrs. Oswald—that’s the next thing on the list,’ + said poor trembling, shaky Miss Luttrell, the Squire’s sister, a + palsied old lady with a quavering, querulous, rasping voice. ‘Two + pounds of best black tea, and mind you don’t send it all dust, as + you usually do. No good tea to be got nowadays, since they took the duties + off and ruined the country. And I see a tall young man lounging about the + place sometimes, and never touching his hat to me as he ought to do. Young + people have no manners in these times, Mrs. Oswald, as they used to have + when you and I were young. Your son, I suppose, come home from sea or + something? He’s in the fish-curing line, isn’t he, I think I’ve + heard you say?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t rightly know who ‘ee may mean, Miss Luttrell,’ + replied the mother proudly, ‘by a young man lounging about the + place; but my son’s at home from Oxford at present for his + vacations, and he isn’t in the fish-curing line at all, ma’am, + but he’s a Fellow of his college, as I’ve told ‘ee more + than once already; but you’re getting old, I see, Miss Luttrell, and + your memory isn’t just what it had used to be, dost know.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, at Oxford, is he?’ Miss Luttrell chimed on vacantly, wagging + her wrinkled old head in solemn deprecation of the evil omen. She knew it + as well as Mrs. Oswald herself did, having heard the fact at least a + thousand times before; but she made it a matter of principle never to + encourage these upstart pretensions on the part of the lower orders, and + just to keep them rigorously at their proper level she always made a feint + of forgetting any steps in advance which they might have been bold enough + to take, without humbly obtaining her previous permission, out of their + original and natural obscurity. ‘Fellow of his college is he, + really? Fellow of a college! Dear me, how completely Oxford is going to + the dogs. Admitting all kinds of odd people into the University, I + understand. Why, my second brother—the Archdeacon, you know—was + a Fellow of Magdalen for some time in his younger days. You surprise me, + quite. Fellow of a college! You’re perfectly sure he isn’t a + National schoolmaster at Oxford instead, and that you and his father haven’t + got the two things mixed up together in your heads, Mrs. Oswald?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, ma’am, we’in perfectly sure of it, and we haven’t + got the things mixed up in our heads at all, no more nor you have, Miss + Luttrell. He was a scholar of Trinity first, and now he’s got a + Fellowship at Oriel. You must mind hearing all about it at the time, only + you’re getting so forgetful like now, with years and such like.’ + Mrs. Oswald knew there was nothing that annoyed the old lady so much as + any allusion to her increasing age or infirmities, and she took her + revenge out of her in that simple retributive fashion. + </p> + <p> + ‘A scholar of Trinity, was he? Ah, yes, patronage will do a great deal in + these days, for certain. The Rector took a wonderful interest in your boy, + I think, Mrs. Oswald. He went to Plymouth Grammar School, I remember now, + with a nomination no doubt; and there, I dare say, he attracted some + attention, being a decent, hard-working lad, and got sent to Oxford with a + sizarship, or something of the sort; there are all kinds of arrangements + like that at the Universities, I believe, to encourage poor young men of + respectable character. They become missionaries or ushers in the end, and + often get very good salaries, considering everything, I’m told.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There you’re wrong, again, ma’am,’ put in Mrs. Oswald, + stoutly. ‘My husband, he sent Harry to Plymouth School at our own expense; + and after that he got an exhibition from the school, and an open + scholarship, I think they call it, at the college; and he’s been no + more beholden to patronage, ma’am, than your brother the Archdeacon + was, nor for the matter o’ that not so much neither; for I’ve + a’ways understood the old Squire sent him first to the Charterhouse, + and afterwards he got a living through Lord Modbury’s influence, as + the Squire voted regular with the Modbury people for the borough and + county. But George was always independent, Miss Luttrell, and beholden to + neither Luttrells nor Modburies, and that I tell ‘ee to your face, + ma’am, and no shame of it either.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, well, Mrs. Oswald,’ said the old lady, shaking her head more + violently than ever at this direct discomfiture, ‘I don’t want + to argue with you about the matter. I dare say your son’s a very + worthy young man, and has worked his way up into a position he wasn’t + intended for by Providence. But it’s no business of mine, thank + heaven, it’s no business of mine, for I’m not responsible for + all the vagaries of all the tradespeople on my brother’s estate, nor + don’t want to be. There’s Mrs. Figgins, now, the baker’s + wife; her daughter has just chosen to get married to a bank clerk in + London; and I said to her this morning, “Well, Mrs. Figgins, so you’ve + let your Polly go and pick up with some young fellow from town that you’ve + never seen before, haven’t you? And that’s the way of all you + people. You marry your girls to bank clerks without a reference, for the + sake of getting ‘em off your hands, and what’s the + consequence? They rob their employers to keep up a pretty household for + their wives, as if they were fine ladies; and then at last the thing’s + discovered, there comes a smash, they run away to America, and you have + your daughters and their children thrown back again penniless upon your + hands.” That’s what I said to her, Mrs. Oswald. And how’s + YOUR daughter, by the way—Jemima I think you call her; how’s + she, eh, tell me?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I beg your pardon, Miss Luttrell, but her name’s not Jemima; it’s + Edith.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Edith, is it? Well to be sure! The grand names girls have dangling + about with them nowadays! My name’s plain Catherine, and it’s + good enough for me, thank goodness. But these young ladies of the new + style must be Ediths and Eleanors and Ophelias, and all that heathenish + kind of thing, as if they were princesses of the blood or play-actresses, + instead of being good Christian Susans and Janes and Betties, like their + grandmothers were before them. And Miss Edith, now, what is SHE doing?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘She’s doing nothing in particular at this moment, Miss Luttrell, + leastways not so far as I know of; but she’s going up to Oxford part + of this term on a visit to her brother.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Going up to Oxford, my good woman! Why, heaven bless the girl, she’d + much better stop at home and learn her catechism. She should try to do her + duty in that station of life to which it has pleased Providence to call + her, instead of running after young gentlemen above her own rank and place + in society at Oxford. Tell her so from me, Mrs. Oswald, and mind you don’t + send the tea dusty. Two pounds of your best, if you please, as soon as you + can send it. Good-morning.’ And Miss Luttrell, having discovered the + absolute truth of the shocking rumour which had reached her about Edith’s + projected visit, the confirmation of which was the sole object of her + colloquy, wagged her way out of the shop again successfully, and was duly + assisted by the page-boy into her shambling little palsied donkey-chair. + </p> + <p> + ‘That was all the old cat came about, you warr’nt you,’ + muttered Mr. Oswald himself from behind his biscuit-boxes. ‘Must + have heard it from the Rector’s wife, and wanted to find out if it + was true, to go and tell Mrs. Walters o’ such a bit o’ turble + presumptiousness.’ + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, in the little study with the bow-window over the shop, Harry + and Edie Oswald were busily discussing the necessary preparations for Edie’s + long-promised visit to the University. + </p> + <p> + ‘I hope you’ve got everything nice in the way of dress, you know, + Edie,’ said Harry. ‘You’ll want a decent dinner dress, + of course, for you’ll be asked out to dine at least once or twice; + and I want you to have everything exceedingly proper and pretty.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I think I’ve got all I need in that way, Harry; I’ve my dark + poplin, cut square in the bodice, for one dinner dress, and my high black + silk to fall back upon for another. Worn open in front, with a lace + handkerchief and a locket, it does really very nicely. Then I’ve got + three afternoon dresses, the grey you gave me, the sage-greeny aesthetic + one, and the peacock-blue with the satin box-pleats. It’s a charming + dress, the peacock-blue; it looks as if it might have stepped straight out + of a genuine Titian. It came home from Miss Wells’s this morning. + Wait five minutes, like a dear boy, and I’ll run and put it on and + let you see me in it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That’s a good girl, do. I’m so anxious you should have all + your clothes the exact pink of perfection, Popsy. Though I’m afraid + I’m a very poor critic in that matter—if you were only a + problem in space of four dimensions, now! Yet, after all, every man or + woman is more of a problem than anything in x square plus y square you can + possibly set yourself.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie ran lightly up into her own room, and soon reappeared clad + resplendent in the new peacock-blue dress, with hat and parasol to match, + and a little creamy lamb’s-wool scarf thrown with artful + carelessness around her pretty neck and shoulders. Harry looked at her + with unfeigned admiration. Indeed, you would not easily find many lighter + or more fairly-like little girls than Edie Oswald, even in the beautiful + half-Celtic South Hams of Devon. In figure she was rather small than + short, for though she was but a wee thing, her form was so exactly and + delicately modelled that she might have looked tall if she stood alone at + a little distance. She never walked, but seemed to dance about from place + to place, so buoyant and light, that Harry doubted whether in her case + gravitation could really vary as the square of the distance—it + seemed, in fact, to be almost diminished in the proportions of the cube. + Her hair and eyes—such big bright eyes!—were dark; but her + complexion was scarcely brunette, and the colour in her cheeks was rich + and peach-like, after the true Devonian type. She was dimpled whenever she + smiled, and she smiled often; her full lips giving a peculiar ripe look to + her laughing mouth that suited admirably with her light and delicate style + of beauty. Perhaps some people might have thought them too full; certainly + they irresistibly suggested to a critical eye the distinct notion of + kissability. As she stood there, faintly blushing, waiting to be admired + by her brother, in her neatly fitting dainty blue dress, her lips half + parted, and her arms held carelessly at her side, she looked about as much + like a fairy picture as it is given to mere human flesh and blood to look. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s delicious, Edie,’ said Harry, surveying her from, head + to foot with a smile of satisfaction which made her blush deepen; ‘it’s + simply delicious. Where on earth did you get the idea of it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, it’s partly the present style,’ said Edie; ‘but I + took the notion of the bodice partly too from that Vandyck, you know, in + the Palazzo Bossi at Genoa.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I remember, I remember,’ Harry answered, contemplating her with an + admiring eye. ‘Now just turn round and show me how it sits behind, + Edie. You recollect Théophile Gautier says the one great advantage which a + beautiful woman possesses over a beautiful statue is this, that while a + man has to walk round the beautiful statue in order to see it from every + side, he can ask the beautiful woman to turn herself round and let him see + her, without requiring to take that trouble.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Théophile Gautier was a horrid man, and if anybody but my brother quoted + such a thing as that to me I should be very angry with him indeed.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Théophile Gautier was quite as horrid as you consider him to be, and if + you were anybody but my sister it isn’t probable I should have + quoted him to you. But if there is any statue on earth prettier or more + graceful than you are in that dress at this moment, Edie, then the Venus + of Milo ought immediately to be pulverised to ultimate atoms for a rank + artistic impostor.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Thank you, Harry, for the compliment. What pretty things you must be + capable of saying to somebody else’s sister, when you’re so + polite and courtly to your own.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘On the contrary, Popsy, when it comes to somebody else’s sister I’m + much too nervous and funky to say anything of the kind. But you must at + least do Gautier the justice to observe that if I had described a circle + round you, instead of allowing you to revolve once on your own axis, I + shouldn’t have been able to get the gloss on the satin in the + sunlight as I do now that you turn the panniers toward the window. That, + you must admit, is a very important aesthetic consideration.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, of course it’s essentially a sunshiny dress,’ said Edie, + smiling. ‘It’s meant to be worn out of doors, on a fine + afternoon, when the light is falling slantwise, you know, just as it does + now through the low window. That’s the light painters always choose + for doing satin in.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s certainly very pretty,’ Harry went on, musing; ‘but + I’m afraid Le Breton would say it was a serious piece of economic + hubris.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Piece of what?’ asked Edie quickly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Piece of hubris—an economical outrage, don’t you see; a gross + anti-social and individualist demonstration. Hubris, you know, is Greek + for insolence; at least, not quite insolence, but a sort of pride and + overweening rebelliousness against the gods, the kind of arrogance that + brings Nemesis after it, you understand. It was hubris in Agamemnon and + Xerxes to go swelling about and ruffling themselves like turkey-cocks, + because they were great conquerors and all that sort of thing; and it was + their Nemesis to get murdered by Clytemnestra, or jolly well beaten by the + Athenians at Salamis. Well, Le Breton always uses the word for anything + that he thinks socially wrong—and he thinks a good many things + socially wrong, I can tell you—anything that partakes of the nature + of a class distinction, or a mere vulgar ostentation of wealth, or a + useless waste of good, serviceable, labour-gotten material. He would call + it hubris to have silver spoons when electroplate would do just as well; + or to keep a valet for your own personal attendant, making one man into + the mere bodily appanage of another; or to buy anything you didn’t + really need, causing somebody else to do work for you which might + otherwise have been avoided.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Which Mr. Le Breton—the elder or the younger one?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, the younger—Ernest. As for Herbert, the Fellow of St. Aldate’s, + he’s not troubled with any such scruples; he takes the world as he + finds it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘They’ve both gone in for their degrees, haven’t they?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, Herbert has got a fellowship; Ernest’s up in residence still + looking about for one.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s Ernest that would think my dress a piece of + what-you-may-call-it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, Ernest.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then I’m sure I shan’t like him. I should insist upon every + woman’s natural right to wear the dress or hat or bonnet that suits + her complexion best.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You can’t tell, Edie, till you’ve met him. He’s a very + good fellow; and of one thing I’m certain, whatever he thinks right + he does, and sticks to it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But do YOU think, Harry, I oughtn’t to wear a new peacock-blue + camel-hair dress on my first visit up to Oxford?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Edie dear, I don’t quite know what my own opinions are + exactly upon that matter. I’m not an economist, you see, I’m a + man of science. When I look at you, standing there so pretty in that + pretty dress, I feel inclined to say to myself, “Every woman ought + to do her best to make herself look as beautiful as she can for the common + delectation of all humanity.” Your beauty, a Greek would have said, + is a gift from the gods to us all, and we ought all gratefully to make the + most of it. I’m sure <i>I</i> do.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Thank you, Harry, again. You’re in your politest humour this + afternoon.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But then, on the other hand, I know if Le Breton were here he’d + soon argue me over to the other side. He has the enthusiasm of humanity so + strong upon him that you can’t help agreeing with him as long as he’s + talking to you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then if he were here you’d probably make me put away the + peacock-blue, for fear of hubris and Nemesis and so forth, and go up to + Oxford a perfect fright in my shabby old Indian tussore!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t know that I should do that, even then, Edie. In the first + place, nothing on earth could make you look a perfect fright, or anything + like one, Popsy dear; and in the second place, I don’t know that I’m + Socialist enough myself ever to have the courage of my opinions as Le + Breton has. Certainly, I should never attempt to force them unwillingly + upon others. You must remember, Edie, it’s one thing for Le Breton + to be so communistic as all that comes to, and quite another thing for you + and me. Le Breton’s father was a general and a knight, you see; and + people will never forget that his mother’s Lady Le Breton still, + whatever he does. He may do what he likes in the way of social + eccentricities, and the world will only say he’s such a very strange + advanced young fellow. But if I were to take you up to Oxford badly + dressed, or out of the fashion, or looking peculiar in any way, the world + wouldn’t put it down to our political beliefs, but would say we were + mere country tradespeople by birth, and didn’t know any better. That + makes a lot of difference, you know.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re quite right, Harry; and yet, do you know, I think there must + be something, too, in sticking to one’s own opinions, like Mr. Le + Breton. I should stick to mine, I’m sure, and wear whatever dress I + liked, in spite of anybody. It’s a sweet thing, really, isn’t + it?’ And she turned herself round, craning over her shoulder to look + at the effect, in a vain attempt to assume an objective attitude towards + her own back. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m glad I’m going to Oxford at last, Harry,’ she said, + after a short pause. ‘I HAVE so longed to go all these years while + you were an undergraduate; and I’m dying to have got there, now the + chance has really come at last, after all. I shall glory in the place, I’m + certain; and it’ll be so nice to make the acquaintance of all your + clever friends.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Edie,’ said her brother, smiling gently at the light, joyous, + tremulous little figure, ‘I think I’ve done right in putting + it off till now. It’s just as well you haven’t gone up to + Oxford till after your trip on the Continent with me. That three months in + Paris, and Switzerland, and Venice, and Florence, did you a lot of good, + you see; improved you, and gave you tone, and supplied you with things to + talk about.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, you oughtn’t to think I needed any improvement at all, sir,’ + Edie answered, pouting; ‘and as to talking, I’m not aware I + had ever any dearth of subjects for conversation even before I went on the + Continent. There are things enough to be said about heaven and earth in + England, surely, without one having to hurry through France and Italy, + like Cook’s excursionists, just to hunt up something fresh to + chatter about. It’s my belief that a person who can’t find + anything new to say about the every-day world around her won’t + discover much suggestive matter for conversation in a Continental + Bradshaw. It’s like that feeble watery lady I met at the table d’hote + at Geneva. From something she said I gathered she’d been in India, + and I asked her how she liked it. “Oh,” she said, “it’s + very hot.” I told her I had heard so before. Presently she said + something casually about having been in Brazil. I asked her what sort of + place Brazil was. “Oh.” she said, “it’s dreadfully + hot.” I told her I’d heard that too. By-and-by she began to + talk again about Barbadoes. “What did you think of the West Indies?” + I said. “Oh,” said she, “they’re terribly hot, + really.” I told her I had gathered as much from previous travellers. + And that was positively all in the end I ever got out of her, for all her + travels.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear Edie, I’ve always admitted that you were simply perfect,’ + Harry said, glancing at her with visible admiration, ‘and I don’t + think anything on earth could possibly improve you—except perhaps a + judicious course of differential and integral calculus, which might + possibly serve to tone down slightly your exuberant and excessive + vitality. Still, you know, from the point of view of society, which is a + force we have always to reckon with—a constant, in fact, that we may + call Pi—there can be no doubt in the world that to have been on the + Continent is a differentiating factor in one’s social position. It + doesn’t matter in the least what your own private evaluation of Pi + may be; if you don’t happen to know the particular things and places + that Pi knows, Pi’s evaluation of you will be approximately a + minimum, of that you may be certain.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, for my part, I don’t care twopence about Pi as you call it,’ + said Edie, tossing her pretty little head contemptuously; ‘but I’m + very glad indeed to have been on the Continent for my own sake, because of + the pictures, and palaces, and mountains, and waterfalls we’ve seen, + and not because of Pi’s opinion of me for having seen them. I would + have been the same person really whether I’d seen them or not; but I’m + so much the richer myself for that view from the top of the Col de Balme, + and for that Murillo—oh, do you remember the flood of light on that + Murillo?—in the far corner of that delicious gallery at Bologna. + Why, mother darling, what on earth has been vexing you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nothing at all, Edie dear; leastways, that is, nothing to speak of,’ + said her mother, coming up from the shop hot and flurried from her + desperate encounter with the redoubtable Miss Luttrell. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, I know just what it is, darling,’ cried the girl, putting her + arm around her mother’s waist caressingly, and drawing her down to + kiss her face half a dozen times over in her outburst of sympathy. ‘That + horrid old Miss Catherine has been here again, I’m sure, for I saw + her going out of the shop just now, and she’s been saying something + or other spiteful, as she always does, to vex my dearie. What did she say + to you to-day, now do tell us, duckie mother?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, there,’ said Mrs. Oswald, half laughing and half crying, + ‘I can’t tell ‘ee exactly what she did say, but it was + just the kind of thing that she mostly does, impudent like, just to hurt a + body’s feelings. She said you’d better not go to Oxford, Edie, + but stop at home and learn your catechism.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You might have pointed out to her, mother dear,’ said the young + man, smoothing her hair softly with his hand, and kissing her forehead, + ‘that in the most advanced intellectual centres the Church catechism + is perhaps no longer regarded as the absolute ultimatum of the highest and + deepest economical wisdom.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Bless your heart, Harry, what’d be the good of talking that way to + the likes of she? She wouldn’t understand a single word of what you + were driving at. It must be all plain sailing with her, without it’s + in the way of spite, and then she sees her chance to tack round the + hardest corner with half a wind in her sails only, as soon as look at it. + Her sharpness goes all off toward ill-nature, that it do. Why, she said + you’d got on at Oxford by good patronage!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There, you see, Edie,’ cried Harry demonstratively, ‘that’s + an infinitesimal fraction of Pi; that’s a minute decimal of this + great, sneering, ugly aggregate “society” that we have to deal + with whether we will or no, and that rends us and grinds us to powder if + only it can once get in the thin end of a chance. Take shaky bitter old + Miss Catherine for your unit, multiply her to the nth, and there you see + the irreducible power we have to fight against. All one’s political + economy is very well in its way; but the practical master of the situation + is Pi, sitting autocratically in many-headed judgment on our poor solitary + little individualities, and crushing us irretrievably with the dead weight + of its inexorable cumulative nothingness. And to think that that quivering + old mass of perambulating jealousy—that living incarnation of envy, + hatred, malice, and all uncharitableness—should be able to make you + uncomfortable for a single moment, mother darling, with her petty, + dribbling, doddering venom, why, it’s simply unendurable.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There now, Harry,’ said Mrs. Oswald, relenting, ‘you mustn’t + be too hard, neither, on poor old Miss Catherine. She’s a bit + soured, you see, by disappointments and one thing and another. She doesn’t + mean it, really, but it’s just her nature. Folks can’t be + blamed for their nature, now, can they?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It occurs to me,’ said Harry quietly, ‘that vipers only sting + because it’s their nature; and Dr. Watts has made a similar + observation with regard to the growling and fighting of bears and lions. + But I’m not aware that anybody has yet proposed to get up a Society + for the protection of those much-misunderstood creatures, on the ground + that they are not really responsible for their own inherited dispositions. + Mr. William Sikes had a nature (no doubt congenital) which impelled him to + beat his wife—I’m not sure that she was even his wife at all, + now I come to think of it, but that’s a mere detail—and to + kick his familiar acquaintances casually about the head. We, on the other + hand, have natures which impel us, when we catch Mr. William Sikes + indulging in these innate idiosyncrasies by way of recreation, to clap him + promptly into prison, and even, under certain aggravating conditions, to + cause him to be hanged by the neck till he be dead. This may be a + regrettable incident of our own peculiar dispositions, mother dear, but it + has at least the same justification as Mr. Sikes’s or the bears’ + and lions’, that ‘tis our nature to. And I feel pretty much + the same way about old Miss Luttrell.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, there,’ said his mother, kissing him gently, ‘you’re + a bad rebellious boy to be calling names, like a chatter-mag, and I won’t + listen to you any longer. How pretty Edie do look in her new dress, to be + sure, Harry. I’ll warr’nt there won’t be a prettier girl + in Oxford next week than what she is; no, nor a better one and a sweeter + one neither.’ + </p> + <p> + Harry put his arms round both their waists at once, with an affectionate + pressure; and they went down to their old-fashioned tea together in the + little parlour behind the shop, looking out over the garden, and the + beach, and the great cliffs beyond on either hand, to the very farthest + edge of the distant clear-cut blue horizon. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. — MAGDALEN QUAD. + </h2> + <p> + The Reverend Arthur Collingham Berkeley, curate of St. Fredegond’s, + lounged lazily in his own neatly padded wickerwork easy-chair, opposite + the large lattice-paned windows of his pretty little first-floor rooms in + the front quad of Magdalen. + </p> + <p> + ‘There’s a great deal to be said, Le Breton, in favour of October + term,’ he observed, in his soft, musical voice, as he gazed + pensively across the central grass-plot to the crimson drapery of the + Founder’s Tower. ‘Just look at that magnificent Virginia + creeper over there, now; just look at the way the red on it melts + imperceptibly into Tyrian purple and cloth of gold! Isn’t that in + itself argument enough to fling at Hartmann’s head, if he ventured + to come here sprinkling about his heresies, with his affected little + spray-shooter, in the midst of a drowsy Oxford autumn? The Cardinal never + saw Virginia creeper, I suppose; a man of his taste wouldn’t have + been guilty of committing such a gross practical anachronism as that, any + more than he would have smoked a cigarette before tobacco was invented; + but if only he could have seen the October effect on that tower yonder, he’d + have acknowledged that his own hat and robe were positively nowhere in the + running, for colour, wouldn’t he?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well,’ answered Herbert, putting down the Venetian glass goblet he + had been examining closely with due care into its niche in the + over-mantel, ‘I’ve no doubt Wolsey had too much historical + sense ever to step entirely out of his own century, like my brother + Ernest, for instance; but I’ve never heard his opinion on the + subject of colour-harmonies, and I should suspect it of having been + distinctly tinged with nascent symptoms of renaissance vulgarity. This is + a lovely bit of Venetian, really, Berkeley. How the dickens do you manage + to pick up all these pretty things, I wonder? Why can’t I afford + them, now?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What a question for the endowed and established to put to a poor starving + devil of a curate like me!’ said Berkeley lightly. ‘You, an + incarnate sinecure and vested interest, a creature revelling in an + unearned income of fabulous Oriental magnificence—I dare say, + putting one thing with another, fully as much as five hundred a year—to + ask me, the unbeneficed and insignificant, with my wretched pittance of + eighty pounds per annum and my three pass-men a term for classical mods, + how I scrape together the few miserable, hoarded ha’pence which I + grudgingly invest in my pots and pipkins! I save them from my dinner, Mr. + Bursar—I save them. If the Church only recognised modest merit as it + ought to do!—if the bishops only listened with due attention to the + sound and scholarly exegesis of my Sunday evening discourses at St. + Fredegond’s!—then, indeed, I might be disposed to regard + things through a more satisfied medium—the medium of a nice, fat, + juicy country living. But for you, Le Breton—you, sir, a pluralist + and a sanguisorb of the deepest dye—to reproach me with my + Franciscan poverty—oh, it’s too cruel!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m an abuse, I know,’ Herbert answered, smiling and waving + his hand gracefully. ‘I at once admit it. Abuses exist, unhappily; + and while they continue do so, isn’t it better they should envisage + themselves as me than as some other and probably less deserving fellow?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, it’s not, decidedly. I should much prefer that one of them + envisaged itself as me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, of course. From your own strictly subjective point of view that’s + very natural. I also look at the question abstractly from the side of the + empirical ego, and correctly deduce a corresponding conclusion. Only then, + you see, the terms of the minor premiss are luckily reversed.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, my dear fellow,’ said the curate, ‘the fact about the + tea-things is this. You eat up your income, devour your substance in + riotous living; I prefer to feast my eyes and ears to my grosser senses. + You dine at high table, and fare sumptuously every day; I take a commons + of cold beef for lunch, and have tea off an egg and roll in my own rooms + at seven. You drink St. Emilion or still hock; I drink water from the well + or the cup that cheers but not obfuscates. The difference goes to pay for + the crockery. Do likewise, and with your untold wealth you might play Aunt + Sally at Oriental blue, and take cock-shots with a boot-jack at + hawthorn-pattern vases.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘At any rate, Berkeley, you always manage to get your money’s worth + of amusement out of your money.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Of course, because I lay myself out to do it. Buy a bottle of champagne, + drink it off, and there you have to show for your total permanent + investment on the transaction the memory of a noisy evening and a headache + the next morning. Buy a flute, or a book of poems, or a little picture, or + a Palissy platter, and you have something to turn to with delight and + admiration for half a lifetime.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, but it isn’t everybody who can isolate himself so utterly from + the workaday world and live so completely in his own little paradise of + art as you can, my dear fellow. Non omnia possumus omnes. You seem to be + always up in the aesthetic clouds, with your own music automatically laid + on, and no need of cherubim or seraphim to chant continually for your + gratification. Play me something of your own on your flute now, like a + good fellow.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, I won’t; because the spirit doesn’t move me. It’s + treachery to the divine gift to play when you don’t want to. + Besides, what’s the use of playing before YOU when you’re not + the dean of a musical cathedral? David was wiser; he played only before + Saul, who had of course all the livings in his own gift, no doubt. I’ve + got a new thing running in my head this very minute that you shall hear + though, all the same, as soon as I’ve hammered it into shape—a + sort of villanette in music, a little whiff of country freshness, + suggested by the new ethereal acquisition, little Miss Butterfly. Have you + seen Miss Butterfly yet?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not by that name, at any rate. Who is she?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, the name’s my own invention. Mademoiselle Volauvent, I mean—the + little bit of whirligig thistledown from Devonshire, Oswald’s + sister, you know, of Oriel.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, that one! Yes; just caught a glimpse of her in the High on Thursday. + Very pretty, certainly, and as airy as a humming-bird.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That’s her! She’s coming here to lunch this morning. If you’re + a good boy, and will promise not to say anything naughty, you may stop and + meet her. She’s a nice little thing, but rather timid at seeing so + many fresh faces. You mustn’t frighten her by discussing the + Absolute and the Unconditioned, or bore her by talking about Aristotle’s + Politics, or the revolutions in Corcyra. For you know, my dear Le Breton, + if you HAVE a fault, it is that you’re such a consummate and + irrepressible prig; now aren’t you really?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m hardly a fair judge on that subject, I suppose, Berkeley; but + if YOU have a rudimentary glimmering of a virtue, it is that you’re + such a deliciously frank and yet considerate critic. I’ll pocket + your rudeness though, and eat your lunch, in spite of it. Is Miss + Butterfly, as you call her, as stand-off as her brother?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not at all. She’s accueillante to the last degree.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very restricted, I suppose—a country girl of the first water? + Horizon absolutely bounded by the high hedges of her native parish?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh dear no! Anything but that. She’s like her brother, naturally + quick and adaptive.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oswald’s an excellent fellow in his way,’ said Herbert, + button-holing his own waistcoat; ‘but he’s spoilt by two bad + traits. In the first place, he’s so dreadfully conscious of the fact + that he has risen from a lower position; and then, again, he’s so + engrossingly and pervadingly mathematical. X square seems to have seized + upon him bodily, and to have wormed its fatal way into his very marrow.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, you must remember, he’s true to his first love. Culture came to + him first, while yet he abode in Philistia, under the playful disguise of + a conic section. He scaled his way out of Gath by means of a treatise on + elementary trigonometry, and evaded Askelon on the wings of an undulatory + theory of light. It is different with us, you know, who have emerged from + the land of darkness by the regular classical and literary highway. We + feed upon Rabelais and Burton; he flits carelessly from flower to flower + of the theory of Quantics. If he were an idealist painter, like Rossetti, + he would paint great allegorical pictures for us, representing an + asymptotic curve appearing to him in a dream, and introducing that + blushing maiden, Hyperbola, to his affectionate consideration.’ + </p> + <p> + As Berkeley spoke, a rap sounded on the oak, and Ernest Le Breton entered + the room. + </p> + <p> + ‘What, you here, Herbert?’ he said with a shade of displeasure in + his tone. ‘Are you, too, of the bidden?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Berkeley has asked me to stop and lunch with him, if that’s what + you mean.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘We shall be quite a party,’ said Ernest, seating himself, and + looking abstractedly round the room. ‘Why, Berkeley,’ as his + eye fell upon the Venetian vase, ‘you’ve positively got some + more gew-gaws here. This one’s new, isn’t it? Eh!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes. I picked it up for a song, this long, at a stranded village in the + Apennines. Literally for a song, for it cost me just what I got from + Fradelli for that last little piece of mine. It’s very pretty, isn’t + it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very; exquisite, really; the blending of the tones is so perfect. I wish + I knew what to think about these things. I can’t make up my mind + about them. Sometimes I think it’s all right to make them and buy + them; sometimes I think it’s all wrong.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, if that’s your difficulty,’ said Berkeley, pulling his + white tie straight at the tiny round looking-glass, ‘I can easily + reassure you. Do you think a hundred and eighty pounds a year an excessive + sum for one person to spend upon his own entire living?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It doesn’t seem so, as expenses go amongst US,’ said Ernest, + seriously, ‘though I dare say it would look like shocking extravagance to + a working man with a wife and family.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very well, that’s the very outside I ever spend upon myself in any + one year, for the excellent reason that it’s all I ever get to spend + in any way. Now, why shouldn’t I spend it on the things that please + me best and are joys for ever, instead of on the things that disappear at + once and perish in the using?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, but that’s not the whole question,’ Ernest answered, + looking at the curate fixedly. ‘What right have you and I to spend + so much when others are wanting for bread? And what right have you or I to + make other people work at producing these useless trinkets for our sole + selfish gratification?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well now, Le Breton,’ said the parson, assuming a more serious + tone, ‘you know you’re a reasonable creature, so I don’t mind + discussing this question with you. You’ve got an ethical foundation + to your nature, and you want to see things done on decent grounds of + distributive justice. There I am one with you. But you’ve also got + an aesthetic side to your nature, which makes you worth arguing with upon + the matter. I won’t argue with your vulgar materialised socialist, + who would break up the frieze of the Parthenon for road metal, or pull + down Giotto’s frescoes because they represent scenes in the fabulous + lives of saints and martyrs. You know what a work of art is when you see + it; and therefore you’re worth arguing with, which your vulgar + Continental socialist really isn’t. The one cogent argument for him + is the whiff of grape-shot.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I recognise,’ said Ernest, ‘that the works of art, of poetry, + or of music, which we possess are a grand inheritance from the past; and I + would do all I could to preserve them intact for those that come after us.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m sure you would. No restoration or tinkering in you, I’m + certain. Well, then, would you give anything for a world which hadn’t + got this aesthetic side to its corporate existence? Would you give + anything for a world which didn’t care at all for painting, + sculpture, music, poetry? I wouldn’t. I don’t want such a + world. I won’t countenance such a world. I’ll do nothing to + further or advance such a world. It’s utterly repugnant to me, and I + banish it, as Themistocles banished the Athenians.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But consider,’ said Ernest, ‘we live in a world where men and + women are actually starving. How can we reconcile to our consciences the + spending of one penny on one useless thing when others are dying of sheer + want, and cold, and nakedness? That’s the great question that’s + always oppressing my poor dissatisfied conscience.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘So it does everybody’s—except Herbert’s: he explains it + all on biological grounds as the beautiful discriminative action of + natural selection. Simple, but not consolatory. Still, look at the other + side of the question. Suppose you and everybody else were to give up all + superfluities, and confine all your energies to the unlimited production + of bare necessaries. Suppose you occupy every acre of land with your + corn-fields, or your piggeries; and sweep away all the parks, and woods, + and heaths, and moorlands in England. Suppose you keep on letting your + population multiply as fast as it chooses—and it WILL multiply, you + know, in that ugly, reckless, anti-Malthusian fashion of its own—till + every rood of ground maintains its man, and only just maintains him; and + what will you have got then?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A dead level of abject pauperism,’ put in Herbert blandly; ‘a + reductio ad absurdum of all your visionary Schurzian philosophy, my dear + Ernest. Look at it another way, now, and just consider. Which really and + truly matters most to you and me, a great work of art or a highly + respectable horny-handed son of toil, whose acquaintance we have never had + the pleasure of personally making? Suppose you read in the Times that the + respectable horny-handed one has fallen off a scaffolding and broken his + neck; and that the Dresden Madonna has been burnt by an unexpected + accident; which of the two items of intelligence affects you the most + acutely? My dear fellow, you may push your humanitarian enthusiasm as far + as ever you like; but in your heart of hearts you know as well as I do + that you’ll deeply regret the loss of the Madonna, and you’ll + never think again about the fate of the respectable horny-handed, his wife + or children.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest’s answer, if he had any to make, was effectually nipped in + the bud by the entrance of the scout, who came in to announce Mr. and Miss + Oswald and Mrs. Martindale. Edie wore the grey dress, her brother’s + present, and flitted into the room after her joyous fashion, full of her + first fresh delight at the cloistered quad of Magdalen. + </p> + <p> + ‘What a delicious college, Mr. Berkeley!’ she said, holding out her + hand to him brightly. ‘Good-morning, Mr. Le Breton; this is your + brother, I know by the likeness. I thought New College very beautiful, but + nothing I’ve seen is quite as beautiful as Magdalen. What a + privilege to live always in such a place! And what an exquisite view from + your window here!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes,’ said Berkeley, moving a few music-books from the seat in the + window-sill; ‘come and sit by it, Miss Oswald. Mrs. Martindale, won’t + you put your shawl down? How’s the Professor to-day? So sorry he + couldn’t come.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, he had to go to sit on one of his Boards,’ said the old lady, + seating herself. ‘But you know I’m quite accustomed to going + out without him.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley knew as much; indeed, being a person of minute strategical + intellect, he had purposely looked out a day on which the Professor had to + attend a meeting of the delegates of something or other, so as to secure + Mrs. Martindale’s services without the supplementary drawback of + that prodigious bore. Not that he was particularly anxious for Mrs. + Martindale’s own society, which was of the most strictly negative + character; but he didn’t wish Edie to be the one lady in a party of + four men, and he invited the Professor’s wife as an excellent + neutral figure-head, to keep her in countenance. Ladies were scarcer then + in Oxford than they are nowadays. The married fellow was still a tentative + problematical experiment in those years, and the invasion of the Parks by + young couples had hardly yet begun in earnest. So female society was still + at a considerable local premium, and Berkeley was glad enough to secure + even colourless old Mrs. Martindale to square his party at any price. + </p> + <p> + ‘And how do you like Oxford, Miss Oswald?’ asked Ernest, making his + way towards the window. + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear Le Breton, what a question to put to her!’ said Berkeley, + smiling. ‘As if Oxford were a place to be appraised offhand, on + three days’ acquaintance. You remind me of the American who went to + look at Niagara, and made an approving note in his memorandum book to say + that he found it really a very elegant cataract.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, but you MUST form some opinion of it at least, at first sight,’ + cried Edie; ‘you can’t help having an impression of a place + from the first moment, even if you haven’t a judgment on it, can you + now? I think it really surpasses my expectations, Mr. Le Breton, which is + always a pleasant surprise. Venice fell below them; Florence just came up + to them; but Oxford, I think, really surpasses them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘We have three beautiful towns in Britain,’ Berkeley said. (‘As + if he were a Welsh Triad,’ suggested Herbert Le Breton, + parenthetically.) ‘Torquay, Oxford, Edinburgh. Torquay is all nature, + spoilt by what I won’t call art; Oxford is all art, superimposed on + a swamp that I won’t call nature; Edinburgh is both nature and art, + working pretty harmoniously together, to make up a unique and exquisite + picture.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Just like Naples, Venice, and Heidelberg,’ said Edie, half to + herself; but Berkeley caught at the words quickly as she said them. ‘Yes,’ + he answered; ‘a very good parallel, only Oxford has a trifle more + nature about it than Venice. The lagoon, without the palaces, would be + simply hideous; the Oseney flats, without the colleges, would be nothing + worse than merely dull.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘We owe a great deal,’ said Ernest, gazing out towards the + quadrangle, ‘to the forgotten mass of labouring humanity who piled all + those blocks of shapeless stone into beautiful forms for us who come after + to admire and worship. I often wonder, when I sit here in Berkeley’s + window-seat, and look across the quad to the carved pinnacles on the + Founder’s Tower there, whether any of us can ever hope to leave + behind to our successors any legacy at all comparable to the one left us + by those nameless old mediaeval masons. It’s a very saddening + thought that we for whom all these beautiful things have been put together—we + whom labouring humanity has pampered and petted from our cradles upward, + feeding us on its whitest bread, and toiling for us with all its weary + sinews—that we probably will never do anything at all for it and for + the world in return, but will simply eat our way through life aimlessly, + and die forgotten in the end like the beasts that perish. It ought to make + us, as a class, terribly ashamed of our own utter and abject inutility.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie looked at him with a sort of hushed surprise; she was accustomed to + hear Harry talk radical talk enough after his own fashion, but radicalism + of this particular pensive tinge she was not accustomed to. It interested + her, and made her wonder what sort of man Mr. Le Breton might really be. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, you know, Mr. Le Breton,’ said old Mrs. Martindale, + complacently, ‘we must remember that Providence has wisely ordained + that we shouldn’t all of us be masons or carpenters. Some of us are + clergymen, now, and look what a useful, valuable life a clergyman’s + is, after all, isn’t it, Mr. Berkeley?’ Berkeley smiled a + faint smile of amusement, but said nothing. ‘Others are squires and + landed gentry; and I’m sure the landed gentry are very desirable in + keeping up the tone of the country districts, and setting a pattern of + virtue and refinement to their poorer neighbours. What would the country + villages be, for example, if it weren’t for the centres of culture + afforded by the rectory and the hall, eh, Miss Oswald.’ Edith + thought of quavering old Miss Catherine Luttrell gossiping with the rector’s + wife, and held her peace. ‘You may depend upon it Providence has + ordained these distinctions of classes for its own wise purposes, and we + needn’t trouble our heads at all about trying to alter them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ve always observed,’ said Harry Oswald, ‘that + Providence is supposed to have ordained the existing order for the time + being, whatever it may be, but not the order that is at that exact moment + endeavouring to supplant it. If I were to visit Central Africa, I should + confidently expect to be told by the rain-doctors that Providence had + ordained the absolute power of the chief, and the custom of massacring his + wives and slaves at his open grave side. I believe in Russia it’s + usually allowed that Providence has placed the orthodox Czar at the head + of the nation, and that any attempt to obtain a constitution from him is + simply flat rebellion and flying in the face of Providence. In England we + had a King John once, and we extracted a constitution out of him and + sundry other kings by main force; and here, it’s acquiescence in the + present limited aristocratic government that makes up obedience to the + Providential arrangement of things apparently. But how about America? eh, + Mrs. Martindale? Did Providence ordain that George Washington was to rebel + against his most sacred majesty King George III., or did it not? And did + it ordain that George Washington was to knock his most sacred majesty’s + troops into a cocked hat, or did it not? And did it ordain that Abraham + Lincoln was to free the slaves, or did it not? What I want to know is + this: can it be said that Providence has ordained every class distinction + in the whole world, from Dahomey to San Francisco? And has it ordained + every Government, past and present, from the Chinese Empire to the French + Convention? Did it ordain, for example, the revolution of ‘89? That’s + the question I should like to have answered.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Dear me, Mr. Oswald,’ said the old lady meekly, taken aback by + Harry’s voluble vehemence: ‘I suppose Providence permits some + things and ordains others.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And does it permit American democracy or ordain it?’ asked the + merciless Harry. + </p> + <p> + ‘Don’t you see, Mrs. Martindale,’ put in Berkeley, coming + gently to her rescue, ‘your principle amounts in effect to saying + that whatever is, is right.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Exactly,’ said the old lady, forgetting at once all about Dahomey + or the Convention, and coming back mentally to her squires and rectors. + ‘The existing order is wisely arranged by Providence, and we mustn’t + try to set ourselves up against it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But if whatever is, is right,’ Edie said, laughing, ‘then Mr. + Le Breton’s socialism must be right too, you see, because it exists + in him no doubt for some wise purpose of Providence; and if he and those + who think with him can succeed in changing things generally according to + their own pattern, then the new system that they introduce will be the one + that Providence has shown by the result to be the favoured one.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘In short,’ said Ernest, musingly, ‘Mrs. Martindale’s + principle sanctifies success. It’s the old theory of “treason + never prospers—what’s the reason? Because whene’er it + prospers ‘tis not treason.” If we could only introduce a + socialist republic, then it would be the reactionaries who would be + setting themselves up against constituted authority, and so flying in the + face of Providence.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Fancy lecturing a recalcitrant archbishop and a remonstrant ci-devant + duchess,’ cried Berkeley, lightly, ‘upon the moral guilt and + religious sinfulness of rebellion against the constituted authority of a + communist phalanstery. It would be simply charming. I can imagine myself + composing a dignified exhortation to deliver to his grace, entirely + compiled out of his own printed pastorals, on the duty of submission and + the danger of harbouring an insubordinate spirit. Do make me + chaplain-in-ordinary to your house of correction for irreclaimable + aristocrats, Le Breton, as soon as you once get your coming socialist + republic fairly under way.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Luncheon is on the table, sir,’ said the scout, breaking in + unceremoniously upon their discussion. + </p> + <p> + If Arthur Berkeley lunched by himself upon a solitary commons of cold + beef, he certainly did not treat his friends and guests in corresponding + fashion. His little entertainment was of the daintiest and airiest + character, so airy that, as Edie herself observed afterwards to Harry, it + took away all the sense of meat and drink altogether, and left one only a + pleased consciousness of full artistic gratification. Even Ernest, though + he had his scruples about the aspic jelly, might eat the famous Magdalen + chicken cutlets, his brother said, ‘with a distinct feeling of + exalted gratitude to the arduous culinary evolution of collective + humanity.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Consider,’ said Herbert, balancing neatly a little pyramid of whip + cream and apricot jam upon his fork, ‘consider what ages of slow + endeavour must have gone to the development of such a complex mixture as + this, Ernest, and thank your stars that you were born in this nineteenth + century of Soyer and Francatelli, instead of being condemned to devour a + Homeric feast with the unsophisticated aid of your own five fingers.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But do tell me, Mr. Le Breton,’ asked Edie, with one of her pretty + smiles, ‘what will this socialist republic of yours be like when it + actually comes about? I’m dying to know all about it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Really, Miss Oswald,’ Ernest answered, in a half-embarrassed tone, + ‘I don’t quite know how to reply to such a very wide and indefinite + question. I haven’t got any cut-and-dried constitutional scheme of + my own for reorganising the whole system of society, any distinct panacea + to cure all the ills that collective flesh is heir to. I leave the details + of the future order to your brother Harry. The thing that troubles me is + not so much how to reform the world at large as how to shape one’s + own individual course aright in the actual midst of it. As a single unit + of the whole, I want rather guidance for my private conduct than a scheme + for redressing the universal dislocation of things in general. It seems to + me, every man’s first duty is to see that he himself is in the right + attitude towards society, and afterwards he may proceed to enquire whether + society is in the right attitude towards him and all its other members. + But if we were all to begin by redressing ourselves, there would be + nothing left to redress, I imagine, when we turned to attack the second + half of our problem. The great difficulty I myself experience is this, + that <i>I</i> can’t discover any adequate social justification for + my own personal existence. But I really oughtn’t to bore other + people with my private embarrassments upon that head.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You see,’ said Herbert Le Breton, carelessly, ‘my brother + represents the ethical element in the socialist movement, Miss Oswald, + while Harry represents the political element. Each is valuable in its way; + but Oswald’s is the more practical. You can move great masses into + demanding their rights; you can’t so easily move them into cordially + recognising their duties. Hammer, hammer, hammer at the most obvious + abuses; that’s the way all the political victories are finally won. + If I were a radical at all, I should go with you, Oswald. But happily I’m + not one; I prefer the calm philosophic attitude of perfectly objective + neutrality.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And if I were a radical,’ said Berkeley, with a tinge of sadness in + his voice as he poured himself out a glass of hock, ‘I should go + with Le Breton. But unfortunately I’m not one, Miss Oswald, I’m + only a parson.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. — A LITTLE MUSIC. + </h2> + <p> + After lunch, Herbert Le Breton went off for his afternoon ride—a + grave social misdemeanour, Ernest thought it—and Arthur Berkeley + took Edie round to show her about the college and the shady gardens. + Ernest would have liked to walk with her himself, for there was something + in her that began to interest him somewhat; and besides, she was so + pretty, and so graceful, and so sympathetic: but he felt he must not take + her away from her host for the time being, who had a sort of proprietary + right in the pleasing duty of acting as showman to her over his own + college. So he dropped behind with Harry Oswald and old Mrs. Martindale, + and endeavoured to simulate a polite interest in the old lady’s + scraps of conversation upon the heads of houses, their wives and families. + </p> + <p> + ‘This is Addison’s Walk, Miss Oswald,’ said Berkeley, taking + her through the gate into the wooded path beside the Cherwell; ‘so + called because the ingenious Mr. Addison is said to have specially + patronised it. As he was an undergraduate of this college, and a + singularly lazy person, it’s very probable that he really did so; + every other undergraduate certainly does, for it’s the nearest walk + an idle man can get without ever taking the trouble to go outside the + grounds of Magdalen.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The ingenious Mr. Addison was quite right then,’ Edie answered, + smiling; ‘for he couldn’t have chosen a lovelier place on + earth to stroll in. How exquisite it looks just now, with the mellow light + falling down upon the path through this beautiful autumnal foliage! It’s + just a natural cathedral aisle, with a lot of pale straw-coloured glass in + the painted windows, like that splendid one we went to see the other day + at Merton Chapel.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, there are certainly tones in that window I never saw in any other,’ + Berkeley said, ‘and the walk to-day is very much the same in its + delicate colouring. You’re fond of colour, I should think, Miss + Oswald, from what you say.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, nobody could help being struck by the autumn colouring of the Thames + valley, I should fancy,’ said Edie, blushing. ‘We noticed it + all the way up as we came in the train from Reading, a perfect glow of + crimson and orange at Pangbourne, Goring, Mapledurham, and Nuneham. I + always thought the Dart in October the loveliest blaze of warm reds and + yellows I had ever seen anywhere in nature, but the Thames valley beats it + hollow, as Harry says. This walk to-day is just one’s ideal picture + of Milton’s Vallombrosa.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes, I always look forward to the first days of October term,’ + said Berkeley, slowly, ‘as one of the greatest and purest treats in + the whole round workaday twelvemonth. When the creeper on the Founder’s + Tower first begins to redden and crimson in the autumn, I could sit all + day long by my open window, and just look at that glorious sight alone + instead of having my dinner. But I’m very fond of these walks in + full summer time too. I often stop up alone all through the long (being + tied to my curacy here permanently, you know), and then I have the run of + the place entirely to myself. Sometimes I take my flute out, and sit under + the shade here and compose some of my little pieces.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I can easily understand that they were composed here,’ said Edie + quickly. ‘They’ve caught exactly the flavour of the place—especially + your exquisite little Penseroso.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, you know my music, then, Miss Oswald?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh yes, Harry always brings me home all your pieces whenever he comes + back at the end of term. I can play every one of them without the notes. + But the Penseroso is my special favourite.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s mine, too. I’m so glad you like it. But I’m + working away at a little thing now which you shall hear as soon as I’ve + finished it; something lighter and daintier than anything else I’ve + ever attempted. I shall call it the Butterfly Canzonet.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why don’t you publish your music under your own name, Mr. Berkeley?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, because it would never do. I’m a parson now, and I must keep up + the dignity of the cloth by fighting shy of any aesthetic heterodoxies. It + would be professional suicide for me to be suspected of artistic leanings. + All very well in an archdeacon, you know, to cultivate his tastes for + chants and anthems, but for a simple curate!—and secular songs too!—why, + it would be sheer contumacy. His chances of a living would shrink at once + to what your brother would call a vanishing quantity.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, you can’t imagine how much I admire your songs and airs, Mr. + Berkeley. I was so pleased when you invited us, to think I was going to + lunch with a real composer. There’s no music I love so much as + yours.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m very glad to hear it, Miss Oswald, I assure you. But I’m + only a beginner and a trifler yet. Some day I mean to produce something + that will be worth listening to. Only, do you remember what some French + novelist once said?—“A poet’s sweetest poem is always + the one he has never been able to compose.” I often think that’s + true of music, too. Away up in the higher stories of one’s brain + somewhere, there’s a tune floating about, or rather a whole oratorio + full of them, that one can never catch and fix upon ruled paper. The idea’s + there, such a beautiful and vague idea, so familiar to one, but so utterly + unrealisable on any known instrument—a sort of musical Ariel, + flitting before one and tantalising one for ever, but never allowing one + to come up with it and see its real features. I’m always + dissatisfied with what I’ve actually written, and longing to + crystallise into a score the imaginary airs I can never catch. Except in + this last piece of mine; that’s the only thing I’ve ever done + that thoroughly and completely pleases me. Come and see me next week, and + I’ll play it over to you.’ + </p> + <p> + They walked all round the meadows, and back again beside the arches of the + beautiful bridge, and then returned to Berkeley’s rooms once more + for a cup of afternoon tea, and an air or two of Berkeley’s own + composing. Edie enjoyed the walk and the talk immensely; she enjoyed the + music even more. In a way, it was all so new to her. For though she had + always seen much of Harry, and though Harry, who was the kindest and + proudest of brothers, had always instinctively kept her up to his own + level of thought and conversation, still, she wasn’t used to seeing + so many intelligent and educated young men together, and the novelty of + their society was delightfully exhilarating to her eager little mind. To a + bright girl of nineteen, wherever she may come from, the atmosphere of + Oxford has a wonderfully cheering and stimulating effect; to a country + tradesman’s daughter from a tiny west-country village it is like a + little paradise on earth with a ceaseless round of intensely enjoyable + breakfasts, luncheons, dinners, and water-parties. + </p> + <p> + Ernest, for his part, was not so well pleased. He wanted to have a little + conversation with Oswald’s sister; and he was compelled by + politeness to give her up in favour of Arthur Berkeley. However, he made + up for it when he returned, and monopolised the pretty little visitor + himself for almost the entire tea-hour. + </p> + <p> + As soon as they had gone, Arthur Berkeley sported his oak, and sat down by + himself in his comfortable crimson-covered basket chair. ‘I won’t + let anybody come and disturb me this evening,’ he said to himself + moodily. ‘I won’t let any of these noisy Magdalen men come + with their racket and riot to cut off the memory of that bright little + dream. No desecration after she has gone. Little Miss Butterfly! What a + pretty, airy, dainty, delicate little morsel it is! How she flits, and + sips, and natters about every possible subject, just touching the tip of + it so gracefully with her tiny white fingers, and blushing so unfeignedly + when she thinks she’s paid you a compliment, or you’ve paid + her one. How she blushed when she said she liked my music! How she blushed + when I said she had a splendid ear for minute discrimination! Somehow, if + I were a falling-in-love sort of fellow, I half fancy I could manage to + fall in love with her on the spot. Or rather, if I were a good analytical + psychologist, perhaps I ought more correctly to say I AM in love with her + already.’ + </p> + <p> + He sat down idly at the piano and played a few bars softly to himself—a + beautiful, airy sort of melody, as it shaped itself vaguely in his head at + the moment, with a little of the new wine of first love running like a + trill through the midst of its fast-flowing quavers and dainty + undulations. ‘That will do,’ he said to himself approvingly. + ‘That will do very well; that’s little Miss Butterfly. Here + she flits, flits, flits, flickers, sip, sip, sip, at her honeyed flowers; + twirl away, whirl away, off in the sunshine—there you go, Miss + Butterfly, eddying and circling with your painted mate. Flirt, flirt, + flirt, coquetting and curvetting, in your pretty rhythmical aërial + quadrille. Down again, down to the hare-bell on the hill side; sip at it, + sip at it, sip at it, sweet little honey-drops, clear little honey-drops, + bright little honey-drops; oh, for a song to be set to the melody! + Tra-la-la, tro-lo-lo, up again, Butterfly. Little silk handkerchief, + little lace neckerchief, fluttering, fluttering! Feathery wings of her, + bright little eyes of her, flit, flit, flicker! Now, she blushes, blushes, + blushes; deep crimson; oh, what a colour! Paint it, painter! Now she + speaks. Oh, what laughter! Silvery, silvery, treble, treble, treble; trill + away, trill away, silvery treble. Musical, beautiful; beautiful, musical; + little Miss Butterfly—fly—fly—fly away!’ And he + brought his fingers down upon the gamut at last, with a hasty, flickering + touch that seemed really as delicate as Edie’s own. + </p> + <p> + ‘I can never get words for it in English,’ he said again, half + speaking with his parted lips; ‘it’s too dactylic in rhythm + for English verse to go to it. Béranger might have written a lilt for it, + as far as mere syllables go, but Béranger to write about Miss Butterfly!—pho, + no Frenchman could possibly catch it. Swinburne could fit the metres, I + dare say, but he couldn’t fit the feeling. It shall be a song + without words, unless I write some Italian lines for it myself. Animula, + blandula vagula—that’s the sort of ring for it, but Latin’s + mostly too heavy. Io, Hymen, Hymenae, Io; Io, Hymen, Hymenae! What’s + that? A wedding song of Catullus—absit omen. I must be in love with + her indeed.’ He got up from the piano, and paced quickly and + feverishly up and down the room. + </p> + <p> + ‘And yet,’ he went on, ‘if only I weren’t bound down so + by this unprofitable trade of parson! A curate on eighty pounds a year, + and a few pupils! The presumptuousness of the man in venturing to think of + falling in love, as if he were actually one of the beneficed clergy! What + are deacons coming to, I wonder! And yet, hath not a deacon eyes; hath not + a deacon hands, organs, dimensions, senses, affections, passions? If you + prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? And if you + show us a little Miss Butterfly, beautiful to the finger-ends, do we not + fall in love with her at least as unaffectedly as if we were canons + residentiary or rural deans? Fancy little Miss Butterfly a rural deaness! + the notion’s too ridiculous. Fly away, little Miss Butterfly; fly + away, sweet little frolicsome, laughsome creature. I won’t try to + tie you down to a man in a black clerical coat with a very distant + hypothetical reversionary prospect of a dull and dingy country parsonage. + Flit elsewhere, little Miss Butterfly, flit elsewhere, and find yourself a + gayer, gaudier-coloured mate!’ + </p> + <p> + He sat down again, and strummed a few more bars of his half-composed, + half-extemporised melody. Then he leant back on the music-stool, and said + gently to himself once more: ‘Still, if it were possible, how happy + I should try to make her! Bright little Miss Butterfly, I would try never + to let a cold cloud pass chillily over your sunshiny head! I would live + for you, and work for you, and write songs for your sake, all full of you, + you, you, and so all full of life and grace and thrilling music. What’s + my life good for, to me or to the world? “A clergyman’s life + is such a useful one,” that amiable old conventionality gurgled out + this morning; what’s the good of mine, as it stands now, to its + owner or to anybody else, I should like to know, except the dear old + Progenitor? A mere bit of cracked blue china, a fanciful air from a comic + opera, masquerading in black and white as a piece of sacred music! What + good am I to anyone on earth but the Progenitor (God bless him!), and when + he’s gone, dear old fellow, what on earth shall I have left to live + for. A selfish blank, that’s all. But with HER, ah, how different! + With her to live for and to cherish, with an object to set before oneself + as worth one’s consideration, what mightn’t I do at last? Make + her happy—after all, that’s the great thing. Make her fond of + my music, that music that floats and evades me now, but would harden into + scores as if by magic with her to help one to spell it out—I know it + would, at last, I know it would. Ah, well, perhaps some day I may be able; + perhaps some day the dream will realise itself; till then, work, work, + work; let me try to work towards making it possible, a living or a + livelihood, no matter which. But not a breath of it to you meanwhile, Miss + Butterfly; flit about freely and joyously while you may; I would not spoil + your untrammelled flight for worlds by trying to tether it too soon around + the fixed centre of my own poor doubtful diaconal destinies.’ + </p> + <p> + At the same moment while Arthur Berkeley was thus garrulously conversing + with his heated fancy, Harry and Edie Oswald were strolling lazily down + the High, to Edie’s lodgings. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, what do you think now of Berkeley and Le Breton, Edie?’ asked + her brother. ‘Which of them do you like the best?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I like them both immensely, Harry; I really can’t choose between + them. When Mr. Berkeley plays, he almost makes me fall in love with him; + and when Mr. Le Breton talks, he almost makes me transfer my affections to + him instead... But Mr. Berkeley plays divinely... And Mr. Le Breton talks + beautifully... You know, I’ve never seen such clever men before—except + you, of course, Harry dear, for you’re cleverer and nicer than + anybody. Oh, do let me look at those lovely silks over there?’ And + she danced across the road before he could answer her, like a tripping + sylph in a painter’s dreamland. + </p> + <p> + ‘Mr. Le Breton’s very nice,’ she went on, after she had duly + examined and classified the silks, ‘but I don’t exactly + understand what it is he’s got on his conscience.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nothing whatsoever, except the fact of his own existence,’ Harry + answered with a laugh. ‘He has conscientious scruples against the + existence of idle people in the community—do-nothings and eat-alls—and + therefore he has conscientious scruples against himself for not + immediately committing suicide. I believe, if he did exactly what he + thought was abstractly right, he’d go away and cut his own throat + incontinently for an unprofitable, unproductive, useless citizen.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, dear, I hope he’ll do nothing of the sort,’ cried Edie + hastily. ‘I think I shall really ask him not to for my sake, if not for + anybody else’s.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘He’d be very much flattered indeed by your interposition on his + behalf, no doubt, Popsy; but I’m afraid it wouldn’t produce + much effect upon his ultimate decision.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Tell me, Harry, is Mr. Berkeley High Church?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh dear no, I shouldn’t say so. I don’t suppose he ever gave + the subject a single moment’s consideration.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But St. Fredegond’s is very High Church, I’m told.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes; but Berkeley’s curate of St. Fredegond’s, not in + virtue of his theology—I never heard he’d got any to speak of—but + in virtue of his musical talents. He went into the Church, I suppose, on + purely aesthetic grounds. He liked a musical service, and it seemed + natural to him to take part in one, just as it seemed natural to a + mediaeval Italian with artistic tendencies to paint Madonnas and St. + Sebastians. There’s nothing more in his clerical coat than that, I + fancy, Edie. He probably never thought twice about it on theological + grounds.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, but that’s very wrong of him, Harry. I don’t mean having + no particular theological beliefs, of course; one expects that nowadays; + but going into the Church without them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, you see, Edie, you mustn’t judge Berkeley in quite the same + way as you’d judge other people. In his mind, the aesthetic side is + always uppermost; the logical side is comparatively in abeyance. Questions + of creed, questions of philosophical belief, questions of science don’t + interest him at all; he looks at all of them from the point of view of the + impression alone. What he sees in the Church is not a body of dogmas, like + the High Churchmen, nor a set of opinions, like the Low Churchmen, but a + close corporation of educated and cultivated gentlemen, charged with the + duty of caring for a number of beautiful mediaeval architectural + monuments, and of carrying on a set of grand and impressive musical or + oral services. To him, a cathedral is a magnificent historical heritage; a + sermon is a sort of ingenious literary exercise; and a hymn is a capital + vehicle for very solemn emotional music. That’s all; and we can + hardly blame him for not seeing these things as we should see them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Harry, I don’t know. I like them both immensely. Mr. Berkeley’s + very nice, but perhaps I like Mr. Le Breton the best of the two.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. — ASKELON VILLA, GATH. + </h2> + <p> + Number, 28, Epsilon Terrace, Bayswater, was one of the very smallest + houses that a person with any pretensions to move in that Society which + habitually spells itself with a capital initial could ever possibly have + dreamt of condescending to inhabit. Indeed, if Dame Eleanor, relict of the + late Sir Owen Le Breton, Knight, had consulted merely the length of her + purse and the interests of her personal comfort, she would doubtless have + found for the same rental a far more convenient and roomy cottage in Upper + Clapton or Stoke Newington. But Lady Le Breton was a thoroughly and + conscientiously religious woman, who in all things consulted first and + foremost the esoteric interests of her ingrained creed. It was a prime + article of this cherished social faith that nobody with any shadow of + personal self-respect could endure to live under any other postal letter + than W. or S.W. Better not to be at all than to drag out a miserable + existence in the painful obscurity of N. or S.E. Happily for people + situated like Lady Le Breton, the metropolitan house-contractor (it would + be gross flattery to describe him as a builder) has divined, with his + usual practical sagacity, the necessity for supplying this felt want for + eligible family residences at once comparatively cheap and relatively + fashionable. By driving little culs-de-sac and re-entrant alleys at the + back of his larger rows of shoddy mansions, he is enabled to run up a + smaller terrace, or crescent, or place, as the case may be, composed of + tiny shallow cottages with the narrowest possible frontage, and the + tallest possible elevation, which will yet entitle their occupiers to feel + themselves within the sacred pale of social salvation, in the blest + security of the mystic W. Narrowest, shallowest, and tallest of these + marginal Society residences is the little block of blank-faced, + stucco-fronted, porticoed rabbit-hutches, which blazons itself forth in + the Court Guide under the imposing designation of Epsilon Terrace, + Bayswater. + </p> + <p> + The interior of No. 28 in this eminently respectable back alley was quite + of a piece, it must be confessed, with the vacant Philistinism of its + naked exterior. ‘Mother has really an immense amount of taste,’ + Herbert Le Breton used to say, blandly, ‘and all of it of the most + atrocious description; she picked it up, I believe, when my poor father + was quartered at Lahore, a station absolutely fatal to the aesthetic + faculties; and she will never get rid of it again as long as she lives.’ + Indeed, when once Lady Le Breton got anything whatsoever into her head, it + was not easy for anybody else to get it out again; you might much more + readily expect to draw one of her double teeth than to eliminate one of + her pet opinions. Not that she was a stupid or a near-sighted woman—the + mother of clever sons never is—but she was a perfectly immovable + rock of social and political orthodoxy. The three Le Breton boys—for + there was a third at home—would gladly have reformed the terrors of + that awful drawing-room if they had dared; but they knew it was as much as + their places were worth, Herbert said, to attempt a remonstrance, and they + wisely left it alone, and said nothing. + </p> + <p> + Of course the house was not vulgarly furnished, at least in the + conventional sense of the word; Lady Le Breton was far too rigid in her + social orthodoxy to have admitted into her rooms anything that savoured of + what she considered bad form, according to her lights. It was only vulgar + with the underlying vulgarity of mere tasteless fashionable uniformity. + There was nothing in it that any well-bred footman could object to; + nothing that anybody with one grain of genuine originality could possibly + tolerate. The little occasional chairs and tables set casually about the + room were of the strictest négligé Belgravian type, a sort of studied + protest against the formal stiffness of the ordinary unused middle-class + drawing-room. The portrait of the late Sir Owen in the wee library, + presented by his brother-officers, was painted by that distinguished R. + A., Sir Francis Thomson, a light of the middle of this century; and an + excellent work of art it was too, in its own solemn academic kind. The + dining-room, tiny as it was, possessed that inevitable Canaletti without + which no gentleman’s dining-room in England is ever considered to be + complete. Everything spoke at once the stereotyped Society style of a + dozen years ago (before Mr. Morris had reformed the outer aspect of the + West End), entirely free from anything so startling or indecorous as a + gleam of spontaneity in the possessor’s mind. To be sure, it was + very far indeed from the centre round-table and + brilliant-flowered-table-cover style of the utter unregenerate Philistine + household; but it was further still from the simple natural taste and + graceful fancy of Edie Oswald’s cosy little back parlour behind the + village grocer’s shop at Calcombe-Pomeroy. + </p> + <p> + The portrait and the Canaletti were relics of Lady Le Breton’s best + days, when Sir Owen was alive, and the boys were still in their first + babyhood. Sir Owen was an Indian officer of the old school, a + simple-minded, gentle, brave man, very religious after his own fashion, + and an excellent soldier, with the true Anglo-Indian faculty for + administration and organisation. It was partly from him, no doubt, that + the boys inherited their marked intelligence; and it was wholly from him, + beyond any doubt at all, that Ernest and his younger brother Ronald + inherited their moral or religious sincerity—for that was an element + in which poor formally orthodox Lady Le Breton was wholly deficient. The + good General had been brought up in the strictest doctrines of the Clapham + sect; he had gone to India young, as a cadet from Haileybury; and he had + applied his intellect all his life long rather to the arduous task of + extending ‘the blessings of British rule’ to Sikhs and + Ghoorkas, than to those abstract ethical or theological questions which + agitated the souls of a later generation. If a new district had to be + assimilated in settlement to the established model of the British raj, if + a tribe of hill-savages had to be conciliated by gentler means than rifles + or bayonets, if a difficult bit of diplomatic duty had to be performed on + the debateable frontiers, Sir Owen Le Breton was always the person chosen + to undertake it. An earnest, honest, God-fearing man he remained to the + end, impressed by a profound sense of duty as he understood it, and a firm + conviction that his true business in life consisted in serving his Queen + and country, and in bringing more and more of the native populations + within the pale of the Company’s empire, and the future + evangelisation that was ultimately to follow. But during the great + upheaval of the Mutiny, he fell at the head of his own unrevolted regiment + in one of the hottest battles of that terrible time, and my Lady Le Breton + found herself left alone with three young children, on little more than + the scanty pension of a general officer’s widow on the late Company’s + establishment. + </p> + <p> + Happily, enough remained to bring up the boys, with the aid of their + terminable annuities (which fell in on their attaining their majority), in + decent respect for the feelings and demands of exacting Society; and as + the two elder were decidedly clever boys, they managed to get scholarships + at Oxford, which enabled them to tide over the dangerous intermediate + period as far as their degree. Herbert then stepped at once into a + fellowship and sundry other good things of like sort; and Ernest was even + now trying to follow in his brother’s steps, in this particular. + Only the youngest boy, Ronald, still remained quite unprovided for. Ronald + was a tall, pale, gentle, weakly, enthusiastic young fellow of nineteen, + with so marked a predisposition to lung disease that it had not been + thought well to let him run the chance of over-reading himself; and so he + had to be content with remaining at home in the uncongenial atmosphere of + Epsilon Terrace, instead of joining his two elder brothers at the + university. Uncongenial, because Ronald alone followed Sir Owen in the + religious half of his nature, and found the ‘worldliness’ and + conventionality of his unflinching mother a serious bar to his enjoyment + of home society. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ronald,’ said my lady, at the breakfast-table on the very morning + of Arthur Berkeley’s little luncheon party, ‘here’s a + letter for you from Mackenzie and Anderson. No doubt your Aunt Sarah’s + will has been recovered and proved at last, and I hope it’ll turn + out satisfactory, as we wish it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘For my part, I really almost hope it won’t, mother,’ said + Ronald, turning it over; ‘for I don’t want to be compelled to + profit by Ernest’s excessive generosity. He’s too good to me, + just because he thinks me the weaker vessel; but though we must bear one + another’s burdens, you know, we should each bear his own cross as + well, shouldn’t we, mother?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, it can’t be much in any case,’ said his mother, a + little testily, ‘whoever gets it. Open the envelope at once, my boy, + and don’t stand looking at it like a goose in that abstracted way.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, mother, she was my father’s only sister, and I’m not in + such a hurry to find out how she has disposed of her mere perishing + worldly goods,’ answered Ronald, gravely. ‘It seems to me a + terrible thing that before poor dear good Aunt Sarah is cold in her grave + almost, we should be speculating and conjecturing as to what she has done + with her poor little trifle of earthly riches.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s always usual to read the will immediately after the funeral,’ + said Lady Le Breton, firmly, to whom the ordinary usage of society formed + an absolutely unanswerable argument; ‘and how you, Ronald, who haven’t + even the common decency to wear a bit of crape around your arm for her—a + thing that Ernest himself, with all his nonsensical theories, consents to + do—can talk in that absurd way about what’s quite right and + proper to be done, I for my part, really can’t imagine.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, but you know, mother, I object to wearing crape on the ground that it + isn’t allowable for us to sorrow as them that have no hope: and I’m + sure I’m paying no disrespect to dear Aunt Sarah’s memory in + this matter, for she was always the first herself, you remember, to wish + that I should follow the dictates of my own conscience.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I remember she always upheld you in acts of opposition to your own + mother, Ronald,’ Lady Le Breton said coldly, ‘and I suppose + you’re going to do honour to her religious precepts now by not + opening that letter when your mother tells you to do so. In MY Bible, sir, + I find a place for the Fourth Commandment.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald looked at her gently and unreprovingly; but though a quiet smile + played involuntarily around the corners of his mouth, he resisted the + natural inclination to correct her mistake, and to suggest blandly that + she probably alluded to the fifth. He knew he must turn his left cheek + also—a Christian virtue which he had abundant opportunities of + practising in that household; and he felt that to score off his mother for + such a verbal mistake as the one she had just made would not be in keeping + with the spirit of the commandment to which, no doubt, she meant to refer + him. So without another word he opened the envelope and glanced rapidly at + the contents of the letter it enclosed. + </p> + <p> + ‘They’ve found the second will,’ he said, after a moment, with + a rather husky voice, ‘and they’re taking steps to get it + confirmed, whatever that may be.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Broad Scotch for getting probate, I believe,’ said Lady Le Breton, + in a slight tone of irony; for to her mind any departure from the laws or + language she was herself accustomed to use, assumed at once the guise of a + rank and offensive provincialism. ‘Your poor Aunt WOULD go and marry + a Scotchman, and he a Scotch business man too; so of course we must expect + to put up with all kinds of ridiculous technicalities and Edinburgh jargon + accordingly. All law’s bad enough in the way of odd words, but + commend me to Scotch law for utter and meaningless incomprehensibility. + Well, and what does the second will say, Ronald?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There, mother,’ cried Ronald, flinging the letter down hurriedly + with a burst of tears. ‘Read it yourself, if you will, for I can’t. + Poor dear Aunt Sarah, and dear, good unselfish Ernest! It makes me cry + even to think of them.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Le Breton took the paper up from the table without a word and read it + carefully through. ‘I am very glad to hear it,’ she said, + ‘very glad indeed to hear it. “And in order to guard against any + misinterpretation of my reasons for making this disposition of my + property,” your Aunt says, “I wish to put it on record that I + had previously drawn up another will, bequeathing my effects to be divided + between my two nephews Ernest and Ronald Le Breton equally; that I + communicated the contents of that will”—a horrid Scotticism—“to + my nephew Ernest; and that at his express desire I have now revoked it, + and drawn up this present testament, leaving the share intended for him to + his brother Ronald.” Why, she never even mentions dear Herbert!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘She knew that Herbert had provided for himself,’ Ronald answered, + raising his head from his hands, ‘while Ernest and I were unprovided + for. But Ernest said he could fight the world for himself, while I couldn’t; + and that unearned wealth ought only to be accepted in trust for those who + were incapacitated by nature or misfortune from earning their own bread. I + don’t always quite agree with all Ernest’s theories any more + than you do, but we must both admit that at least he always + conscientiously acts up to them himself, mother, mustn’t we?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s a very extraordinary thing,’ Lady Le Breton went on, + ‘that Aunt Sarah invariably encouraged both you boys in all your + absurdities and Quixotisms. She was Quixotic herself at heart, that’s + the truth of it, just like your poor dear father. I remember once, when we + were quartered at Meean Meer in the Punjaub, poor dear Sir Owen nearly got + into disgrace with the colonel—he was only a sub. in those days—because + he wanted to go trying to convert his syces, which was a most imprudent + thing to do, and directly opposed to the Company’s orders. Aunt + Sarah was just the same. Herbert’s the only one of you three who has + never given me one moment’s anxiety, and of course poor Herbert must + be passed over in absolute silence. However, I’m very glad she’s + left the money to you, Ronald, as you need it the most, and Mackenzie and + Anderson say it’ll come to about a hundred and sixty a year.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘One can do a great deal of good with that much money,’ said Ronald + meditatively. ‘I mean, after arranging with you, mother, for the + expenses of my maintenance at home, which of course I shall do, as soon as + the pension ceases, and after meeting one’s own necessary + expenditure in the way of clothing and so forth. It’s more than any + one Christian man ought to spend upon himself, I’m sure.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s not at all too much for a young man in your position in + society, Ronald; but there—I know you’ll want to spend half of + it on indiscriminate charity. However, there’ll be time enough to + talk about that when you’ve actually got it, thank goodness.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald murmured a few words softly to himself, of which Lady Le Breton + only caught the last echo—‘laid them down at the apostles’ + feet; and distribution was made unto every man according as he had need.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Just like Ernest’s communistic notions,’ she murmured in + return, half audibly. ‘I do declare, between them both, a plain + woman hardly knows whether she’s standing on her head or on her + heels. I live in daily fear that one or other of them will be taken up by + the police, for being implicated in some dynamite plot or other, to blow + up the Queen or destroy the Houses of Parliament.’ Ronald smiled + again, gently, but answered nothing. ‘There’s another letter + for you there, though, with the Exmoor coronet upon it. Why don’t + you open it? I hope it’s an invitation for you to go down and stop + at Dunbude for a week or two. Nothing on earth would do you so much good + as to get away for a while from your ranters and canters, and mix + occasionally in a little decent and rational society.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald took up the second letter with a sigh. He feared as much himself, + and had doleful visions of a painful fortnight to be spent in a big + country house, where the conversation would be all concerning the + slaughter of pheasants and the torture of foxes, which his soul loathed to + listen to. ‘It’s from Lady Hilda,’ he said, glancing + through it, ‘and it ISN’T an invitation after all.’ He + could hardly keep down a faint tone of gratification as he discovered this + reprieve. ‘Here’s what she says:— + </p> + <p> + ‘"DEAR MR. LE BRETON,—Mamma wishes me to write and tell you that + Lynmouth’s tutor, Mr. Walsh, is going to leave us at Christmas, and + she thinks it just possible that one of your two brothers at Oxford might + like to come down to Dunbude and give us their kind aid in taking charge + of Lynmouth. He’s a dreadful pickle, as you know; but we are very + anxious to get somebody to look after him in whom mamma can have perfect + confidence. We don’t know your brothers’ addresses or we would + have written to them direct about it. Perhaps you will kindly let them + hear this suggestion; and if they think the matter worth while, we might + afterwards arrange details as to business and so forth. With kind regards + to Lady Le Breton, believe me, + </p> + <p> + ‘"Yours very sincerely, + </p> + <h3> + ‘"HILDA TREGELLIS.”’ + </h3> + <p> + ‘My dear Ronald,’ said Lady Le Breton, much more warmly than before, + ‘this is really quite providential. Are they at Dunbude now?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, mother. She writes from Wilton Place. They’re up in town for + Lord Exmoor’s gout, I know. I heard they were on Sunday.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then I shall go and see Lady Exmoor this very morning about it. It’s + exactly the right place for Ernest. A little good society will get rid of + all his nonsensical notions in a month or two. He’s lived too + exclusively among his radical set at Oxford. And then it’ll be such + a capital thing for him to be in the house continually with Hilda; she’s + a girl of such excellent tone. I fancy—I’m not quite sure, but + I fancy—that Ernest has a decided taste for the company of people, + and even of young girls, who are not in Society. He’s so fond of + that young man Oswald, who Herbert tells me is positively the son of a + grocer—yes, I’m sure he said a grocer!—and it seems, + from what Herbert writes me, that this Oswald has brought a sister of his + up this term from behind the counter, on purpose to set her cap at Ernest. + Now you boys have, unfortunately, no sisters, and therefore you haven’t + seen as much of girls of a good stamp—not daily and domestically I + mean—as is desirable for you, from the point of view of Society. But + if Ernest can only be induced to take this tutorship at the Exmoors’, + he’ll have an opportunity of meeting daily with a really nice girl, + like Hilda; and though of course it isn’t likely that Hilda would + take a fancy to her brother’s tutor—the Exmoors are such VERY + conservative people in matters of rank and wealth and family and so forth—quite + un-Christianly so, I consider—yet it can’t fail to improve + Ernest’s tone a great deal, and raise his standard of female society + generally. It’s really a very distressing thought to me, Ronald, + that all my boys, except dear Herbert, should show such a marked + preference for low and vulgar companionship. It seems to me, you both + positively prefer as far as possible the society of your natural + inferiors. There’s Ernest must go and take up with the friendship of + that snuffy old German Socialist glass-cutter; while you are always + running after your Plymouth Brethren and your Bible Christians, and your + other ignorant fanatical people, instead of going with me respectably to + St. Alphege’s to hear the dear Archdeacon! It’s very + discouraging to a mother, really, very discouraging.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. — DOWN THE RIVER. + </h2> + <p> + ‘Berkeley couldn’t come to-day, Le Breton: it’s Thursday, of + course: I forgot about it altogether,’ Oswald said, on the barge at + Salter’s. ‘You know he pays a mysterious flying visit to town + every Thursday afternoon—to see an imprisoned lady-love, I always + tell him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s very late in the season for taking ladies on the water, Miss + Oswald,’ said Ernest, putting his oar into the rowlock, and secretly + congratulating himself on the deliverance; ‘but better go now than + not see Iffley church and Nuneham woods at all. You ought to have come up + in summer term, and let us have the pleasure of showing you over the place + when it was in its full leafy glory. May’s decidedly the time to see + Oxford to the greatest advantage.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘So Harry tells me, and he wanted me to come up then, but it wasn’t + convenient for them at home to spare me just at that moment, so I was + obliged to put it off till late in the autumn. I have to help my mother a + good deal in the house, you know, and I can’t always go dancing + about the world whenever I should like to. Which string must I pull, + Harry, to make her turn into the middle of the river? She always seems to + twist round the exact way I don’t want her to.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Right, right, hard right,’ cried Harry from the bow—they were + in a tub pair bound down the river for Iffley. ‘Keep to the + Oxfordshire shore as far as the willows; then cross over to the Berkshire. + Le Breton’ll tell you when and where to change sides; he knows the + river as well as I do.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That’ll do splendidly for the present,’ Ernest said, looking + ahead over his shoulder. ‘Mind the flags there; don’t go too + near the corner. You certainly ought to see these meadows in early spring, + when the fritillaries are all out over the spongy places, Miss Oswald. Has + your brother ever sent you any of the fritillaries?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What? snake-heads? Oh, boxes full of them. They’re lovely flowers, + but not lovelier than our own Devonshire daffodils. You should see a + Devonshire water-meadow in April! Why don’t you come down some time + to Calcombe Pomeroy? It’s the dearest little peaceful seaside corner + in all England.’ + </p> + <p> + Harry bit his lip, for he was not over-fond of bringing people down to spy + out his domestic sanctities; but Ernest answered cordially, ‘I should like + it above everything in the world, Miss Oswald. If you will let me, I + certainly shall as soon as possible. Mind, quick, get out of the way of + that practising eight, or we shall foul her! Left, as hard as you can! + That’ll do. The cox was getting as red as a salamander, till he saw + it was a lady steering. When coxes catch a man fouling them, their + language is apt to be highly unparliamentary.—Yes, I shall try to + get away to Calcombe as soon as ever I can manage to leave Oxford. It + wouldn’t surprise me if I were to run down and spend Christmas + there.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’d find it as dull as ditch-water at Christmas, Le Breton,’ + said Harry. ‘Much better wait till next summer.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m sure I don’t think so, Harry dear,’ Edie + interrupted, with that tell-tale blush of hers. ‘If Mr. Le Breton + wants to come then, I believe he’d really find it quite delightful. + Of course he wouldn’t expect theatres, or dances, or anything like + that, in a country village; and we’re dreadfully busy just about + Christmas day itself, sending out orders, and all that sort of thing,’—Harry + bit his lip again:—‘but if you don’t mind a very quiet + place and a very quiet time, Mr. Le Breton, I don’t think myself our + cliffs ever look grander, or our sea more impressive, than in stormy + winter weather.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I wish to goodness she wasn’t so transparently candid and + guileless,’ thought Harry to himself. ‘I never CAN teach her + duly to respect the prejudices of Pi. Not that it matters twopence to Le + Breton, of course: but if she talks that way to any of the other men here, + they’ll be laughing in every common-room in Oxford over my Christmas + raisins and pounds of sugar—commonplace cynics that they are. I must + tell her about it the moment we get home again, and adjure her by all that’s + holy not to repeat the indiscretion.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A penny for your thoughts, Harry,’ cried Edie, seeing by his look + that she had somehow vexed him. ‘What are you thinking of?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Thinking that all Oxford men are horrid cynics,’ said Harry, boldly + shaming the devil. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why are they?’ Edie asked. + </p> + <p> + ‘I suppose because it’s an inexpensive substitute for wit or + intellect,’ Harry answered. ‘Indeed, I’m a bit of a + cynic myself, I believe, for the same reason and on strictly economical + principles. It saves one the trouble of having any intelligible or + original opinion of one’s own upon any subject.’ + </p> + <p> + Below Iffley Lock they landed for half an hour, in order to give Edie time + for a pencil sketch of the famous old Norman church-tower, with its quaint + variations on the dog-tooth ornament, and its ancient cross and mouldering + yew-tree behind. Harry sat below in the boat, propped on the cushions, + reading the last number of the ‘Nineteenth Century;’ Ernest and Edie + took their seat upon the bank above, and had a first chance of an unbroken + tête-à-tête. + </p> + <p> + ‘How delicious to live in Oxford always!’ said Edie, sketching in + the first outline of the great round arches. ‘I would give anything + to have the opportunity of settling here for life. Some day I shall make + Harry set up house, and bring me up here as his housekeeper:—I mean,’ + she added with a blush, thinking of Harry’s warning look just + before, ‘as soon as they can spare me from home.’ She + purposely avoided saying ‘when they retire from business,’ the + first phrase that sprang naturally to her simple little lips. ‘Let + me see, Mr. Le Breton; you haven’t got any permanent appointment + here yourself, have you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh no,’ Ernest answered: ‘no appointment of any sort at all, + Miss Oswald. I’m loitering up casually on the look-out for a + fellowship. I’ve been in for two or three already, but haven’t + got them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why didn’t you?’ asked Edie, with a look of candid surprise. + </p> + <p> + ‘I suppose I wasn’t clever enough,’ Ernest answered simply. + ‘Not so clever, I mean, as the men who actually got them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, but you MUST be,’ Edie replied confidently; ‘and a great + deal cleverer, too, I’m sure. I know you must, because Harry told me + you were one of the very cleverest men in the whole ‘Varsity. And + besides, I see you are, myself. And Harry says most of the men who get + fellowships are really great donkeys.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Harry must have been talking in one of those cynical moods he told us + about,’ said Ernest, laughing. ‘At any rate, the examiners + didn’t feel satisfied with my papers, and I’ve never got a + fellowship yet. Perhaps they thought my political economy just a trifle + too advanced for them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You may depend upon it, that’s it,’ said Edie, jumping at the + conclusion with the easy omniscience of a girl of nineteen. ‘Next + time, make your political economy a little more moderate, you know, + without any sacrifice of principle, just to suit them. What fellowship are + you going in for now?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Pembroke, in November.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, I do hope you’ll get it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Thank you very much. So do I. It would be very nice to have one.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But of course it won’t matter so much to you as it did to Harry. + Your family are such very great people, aren’t they?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest smiled a broad smile at her delicious simplicity. ‘If by very + great people you mean rich,’ he said, ‘we couldn’t very + well be poorer—for people of our sort, I mean. My mother lives + almost entirely on her pension; and we boys have only been able to come up + to Oxford, just as Harry was, by the aid of our scholarships. If we hadn’t + saved in our first two years, while we had our government allowances, we + shouldn’t have been able to stop up for our degrees at all. So if I + don’t get a fellowship I shall have to take to school-mastering or + something of the sort, for a livelihood. Indeed, this at Pembroke will be + my very last chance, for I can’t hold on much longer.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And if you got a fellowship you could never marry, could you?’ + asked Edie, going on with her work. + </p> + <p> + ‘Not, while I held it, certainly. But I wouldn’t hold it long. I + regard it only as a makeshift for a time. Unhappily, I don’t know + how to earn my own bread by the labour of my hands, as I think we ought + all to do in a well-constituted society; so unless I choose to starve + (about the rightfulness of which I don’t feel quite certain), I MUST + manage somehow to get over the interval. But as soon as I could I would + try to find some useful work to do, in which I could repay society the + debt I owe it for my bringing up. You see, I’ve been fed and + educated by a Government grant, which of course came out of the taxes—your + people have had to help, whether they would or not, in paying for my board + and lodging—and I feel that I owe it as a duty to the world to look + out some employment in which I could really repay it for the cost of my + maintenance.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘How funnily you do look at everything, Mr. Le Breton,’ said Edie. + ‘It would never have struck me to think of a pension from the army in that + light. And yet of course it’s the right light; only we don’t + most of us take the trouble to go to the bottom of things, as you do. But + what will you do if you don’t get the fellowship?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘In that case, I’ve just heard from my mother that she would like me + to take a tutorship at Lord Exmoor’s,’ Ernest answered. + ‘Lynmouth, their eldest son, was my junior at school by six or seven + years, and now he’s going to prepare for Christ Church. I don’t + quite know whether it’s a right place for me to accept or not; but I + shall ask Max Schurz about it, if I don’t get Pembroke. I always + take Herr Max’s advice in all questions of conscience, for I’m + quite sure whatever he approves of is the thing one ought to do for the + greatest good of humanity.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Harry told me about Herr Schurz,’ Edie said, filling in the details + of the doorway. ‘He thinks him a very earnest, self-convinced, good + old man, but a terrible revolutionist. For my part, I believe I rather + like revolutionists, provided, of course, they don’t cut off people’s + heads. Harry made me read Carlyle, and I positively fell in love with + Camille Desmoulins; only I don’t really think he ought to have + approved of QUITE so much guillotining, do you? But why shouldn’t + you take the tutorship at the Exmoors’?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, because it isn’t a very useful work in the world to prepare a + young hereditary loafer like Lynmouth for going to Christ Church. Lynmouth + will be just like his father when he grows up—an amiable wholesale + partridge-slayer; and I don’t see that the world at large will be + any the better or the worse off for his being able to grope his way + somehow through two plays of Sophocles and the first six books of Euclid. + If only one were a shoemaker now! What a delightful thing to sit down at + the end of a day and say to oneself, “I have made two pairs of good, + honest boots for a fellow-mortal this week, and now I deserve to have my + supper!” Still, it’ll be better, anyway, than doing nothing at + all, and living off my mother.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If you went to Dunbude, when would you go?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘After the Christmas vacation, I suppose, from what Lady Hilda says.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Lady Hilda? Oh, so there’s a sister, is there?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes. A very pretty girl, about twenty, I should say, and rather clever + too, I believe. My mother knows them a little.’ + </p> + <p> + Poor little Edie! What made her heart jump so at the mere mention of Lady + Hilda? and what made the last few strokes at the top of the broken + yew-tree look so very weak and shaky? How absurd of herself, she thought, + to feel so much moved at hearing that there was another girl in the world + whom Ernest might possibly fall in love with! And yet she had never even + seen Ernest only ten days ago! Lady Hilda! What a grand name, to be sure, + and what a grand person she must be. And then Ernest himself belonged by + birth to the same class! For in poor little Edie’s mind, innocent as + she was of the nice distinctions of the peerage, Lady So-and-So was Lady + So-and-So still, whoever she might be, from the wife of a premier marquis + to the wife of the latest created knight bachelor. To her, Lady Hilda + Tregellis and Lady Le Breton were both ‘ladies of title’; and + the difference between their positions, which seemed so immense to Ernest, + seemed nothing at all to the merry little country girl who sat sketching + beside him. After all, how could she ever have even vaguely fancied that + such a young man as Ernest, in spite of all his socialistic whims, would + ever dream of caring for a girl of the people like her? No doubt he would + go to the Exmoors’, fall naturally in love with Lady Hilda, and + marry decorously in what Edie considered his own proper sphere of life! + She went on with the finishing touches of her little picture in silence, + and folded it up into the tiny portfolio at last with a half-uttered sigh. + So her poor wee castle in the air was knocked down before she had begun to + build it up in any real seriousness, and she turned to join Harry in the + boat almost without speaking. + </p> + <p> + ‘I hope you’ll get the Pembroke fellowship,’ she said again, a + little later, as they rowed onward down the river to Nuneham. ‘But + in any case, Mr. Le Breton, you mustn’t forget you’ve half + promised to come and look us up at Calcombe Pomeroy in the Christmas + vacation.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest smiled, and nodded acquiescence. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, on that same Thursday afternoon, Arthur Berkeley had gone up + from Oxford by the fast train to Paddington, as was his weekly wont, and + had dived quickly down one of the small lanes that open out from the + left-hand side of Praed Street. He walked along it for a little way, + humming an air to himself as he went, and then stopped at last in front of + a small, decent brick house, with a clean muslin blind across the window + (clean muslin forms a notable object in most London back streets), and a + printed card hanging from the central pane, bearing the inscription, + ‘G. Berkeley, Working Shoemaker.—The Trade supplied with + Ready-closed Uppers.’ At the window a beaming face was watching for + his appearance, and Arthur said to himself as he saw it through the + curtain, ‘The dear old Progenitor’s looking better again this + week, God bless him!’ In a moment he had opened the door, and + greeted his father in the old boyish fashion, with an honest kiss on + either cheek. They had kissed one another so whenever they met from Arthur’s + childhood upward; and the Oxford curate had never felt himself grown too + much of a man to keep up a habit which seemed to him by far the most + sacred thing in his whole existence. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, father dear, I needn’t ask you how you are to-day,’ + said Arthur, seating himself comfortably in the second easy-chair of the + trim little workshop parlour. ‘I can see at once you’re a good + deal better. Any more pain in the head and eyes, eh, or any trouble about + the forehead?’ + </p> + <p> + The old shoemaker passed his hand over his big, bulging brow, bent outward + as it is so often in men of his trade by the constant habit of stooping + over their work, and said briskly, ‘No, Artie, my boy, not a sign of + it this week—not a single sign of it. I’ve been taking a bit + of holiday, you see, and it’s done me a lot of good, I can tell you;—made + me feel another man entirely. I’ve been playing my violin till the + neighbours began to complain of it; and if I hadn’t asked them to + come and hear me tune up a bit, I really believe they’d have been + having me up before the magistrate for a public nuisance.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That’s right, Daddy dear; I’m always glad when you’ve + been having a little music. It does you more good than anything. And the + jelly—I hope you’ve eaten the jelly?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, I’ve eaten it right enough, Artie, thank your dear heart; and + the soup too, dearie. Came by a boy from Walters’s every day, + addressed to “Berkeley, Esquire, 42 Whalley Street;” and the + boy wouldn’t leave it the first day, because he thought there must + have been a mistake about the address. His contention was that a + journeyman shoemaker wasn’t an esquire; and my contention was that + the “Berkeley” was essential, and the “Esquire” + accidental, which was beyond his logic, bless you, Artie; for I’ve + often noticed, my son, that your errand-boy is a naturally illogical and + contradictory creature. Now, shoemakers aren’t, you know. I’ve + always taken a just pride in the profession, and I’ve always + asserted that it develops logic; it develops logic, Artie, or else why are + all cobblers good Liberals, I should like to know? Eh, can you tell me + that; with all your Oxford training, sir, can you tell me that?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It develops logic beyond the possibility of a doubt. Daddy; and it + develops a good kind heart as well,’ said Arthur, smiling. ‘And it + develops musical taste, and literary talent, and a marked predilection for + the beautiful in art and nature. In fact, whenever I meet a good man of + any sort, anywhere, I always begin now by inquiring which of his immediate + ancestors can have been a journeyman shoemaker. Depend upon it, Daddy, + there’s nothing like leather.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There you are, poking fun at your poor old Progenitor again,’ said + the old cobbler, with a merry twinkle in the corner of his eye. ‘If it + weren’t for the jelly, and the natural affections always engendered + by shoemaking, I think I should almost feel inclined to cut you off with a + shilling, Artie, my boy—to cut you off with a shilling. Well, Artie, + I’m quite convalescent now (don’t you call it? I’m + afraid of my long shoemaker’s words before you, nowadays, you’ve + grown so literary; for I suppose parsons are more literary than even + shoemakers). I’m quite convalescent now, and I think, my boy, I must + get to work again this week, and have no more of your expensive soups and + jellies. If I didn’t keep a sharp look-out upon you, Artie, lad, I + believe you’d starve yourself outright up there at Oxford to pamper + your poor old useless father here with luxuries he’s never been + accustomed to in his whole life.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear simple old Progenitor, you don’t know how utterly you’re + mistaken,’ cried Arthur, eagerly. ‘I believe I’m really + the most selfish and unnatural son in all Christendom. I’m + positively rolling in wealth up there at Magdalen; I’ve had my room + papered again since you saw it last long vacation; and I live like a + prince, absolutely like a Russian prince, upon my present income. I assure + you on my solemn word of honour, Father, that I eat meat for lunch—that’s + my dinner—every day; and an egg for tea as regular as clockwork. I + often think when I look around my palatial rooms in college, what a shame + it is that I should let you, who are worth ten of me, any day, live any + longer in a back street up here in London; and I won’t allow it, + Daddy, I really won’t allow it from this day forth, I’m + determined. I’ve come up especially to speak to you about it this + afternoon, for I’ve made up my mind that this abnormal state of + things can’t continue.’—‘Very good word, abnormal,’ + murmured his father.—‘And I’ve also made up my mind,’ + Arthur said, almost firmly, for him, ‘that you shall come up and + live at Oxford. I can’t bear having you so far away from me, now + that you’re weaker than you used to be, Father dear, and so often + ailing.’ + </p> + <p> + The old shoemaker laughed aloud. ‘Oh no, Artie, my boy,’ he + said cheerily, shaking his head with a continuous series of merry + chuckles. ‘It won’t do at all, it won’t do, I assure + you. I may be a terrible free-thinker and all that kind of thing, as the + neighbours say I am—poor bodies, they never read a word of modern + criticism in their lives, heaven bless ‘em—stragglers from the + march of intellect, mere stragglers—but I’ve too much respect + for the cloth to bring a curate of St. Fredegond’s into such + disgrace as that would mean for you, Artie. You shan’t have your + career at Oxford spoiled by its being said of you that your father was a + working shoemaker. What with the ready-closed uppers, and what with your + ten shillings a week, and what with all the presents you give me, and what + with the hire of the piano, I’m as comfortable as ever I want to be, + growing into a gentleman in my old age, Artie, and I even begin to have my + doubts as to whether it’s quite consistent in me as a good Radical + to continue my own acquaintance with myself—I’m getting to be + such a regular idle do-nothing aristocrat! Go to Oxford and mend shoes, + indeed, with you living there as a full-fledged parson in your own rooms + at Magdalen! No, no, I won’t hear of it. I’ll come up for a + day or two in long vacation, my boy, as I’ve always done hitherto, + and take a room in Holywell, and look in upon you a bit, accidentally, so + as not to shame you before the scouts (who are a servile set of flunkeys, + incapable of understanding the elevated feelings of a journeyman + shoemaker); but I wouldn’t dream of going to live in the place, any + more than I’d dream of asking to be presented at court on the + occasion of my receiving a commission for a pair of evening shoes for the + Queen’s head footman.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Father,’ said Arthur, smiling, ‘you’re absolutely + incorrigible. Such a dreadful old rebel against all constituted authority, + human and divine, I never did meet in the course of my existence, I + believe you’re really capable of arguing a point of theology against + an archbishop. But I don’t want you to come up to Oxford as a + shoemaker; I mean you to come up and live with me in rooms of our own, out + of college. Whenever I think of you, dear Father—you, who are so + infinitely nobler, and better, and truer, and more really a gentleman than + any other than I ever knew in my life—whenever I think of you, + coming secretly up to Oxford as if you were ashamed of yourself, and + visiting your own son by stealth in his rooms in college as if you were a + dun coming to ask him for money, instead of the person whom he delights to + honour—whenever I think of it, Father, it makes my cheeks burn with + shame, and I loathe myself for ever allowing you so to bemean your own + frank, true, noble nature. I oughtn’t to permit it, Father, I oughtn’t + to permit it; and I won’t permit it any longer.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, you never would have permitted it, Artie, if I hadn’t + compelled you; for I’ve got all the prudence and common sense of the + family bottled up here in my own forehead,’ said the old man, + tapping his bulging brow significantly. ‘I don’t deny that + Oxford may be an excellent school for Greek and Latin, and philosophy, and + so forth; but if you want prudence and sagacity and common-sense it’s + a well-known fact that there’s nothing like the practice of making + ready-closed uppers, sir, to develop ‘em. If I’d taken your + advice, my boy, I’d have come up to visit you when you were an + undergraduate, and ruined your prospects at the very outset. No, no, + Artie, I shall stop here, and stick to my last, my dear boy, stick to my + last, to the end of all things.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You shall do nothing of the sort, Daddy; that I’m determined upon,’ + Arthur cried vehemently. ‘I’m not going to let you do any more + shoemaking. The time has come when you must retire, and devote all your + undivided energies to the constant study of modern criticism. Whether you + come to Oxford or stop in London, I’ve made up my mind that you shan’t + do another stroke of work as long as you live. Look here, dear old Daddy, + I’m getting to be a perfect millionaire, I assure you. Do you see + this fiver? well, I got that for knocking out that last trashy little song + for Fradelli; and it cost me no more trouble to compose it than to sit + down and write the score out on a sheet of ruled paper. I’m as rich + as Croesus—made a hundred and eighty pounds last year, and expect to + make over two hundred this one. Now, if a man with that perfectly + prodigious fortune can’t afford to keep his own father in comfort + and affluence, what an absolute Sybarite and gourmand of a fellow he must + be himself.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s a lot of money, certainly, Artie,’ said the old + shoemaker, turning it over thoughtfully: ‘two hundred pounds is a + lot of money; but I doubt very much whether it’s more than enough to + keep you up to the standard of your own society, up there at Oxford. As + John Stuart Mill says, these things are all comparative to the standard of + comfort of your class. Now, Artie, I believe you have to stint yourself of + things that everybody else about you has at Oxford, to keep me in luxuries + I was never used to.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear Dad, it’s only of the nature of a repayment,’ cried + Arthur, earnestly. ‘You slaved and sacrificed and denied yourself + when I was a boy to send me to school, without which I would never have + got to Oxford at all; and you taught me music in your spare hours (when + you had any); and I owe everything I have or am or ever will be to your + unceasing and indefatigable kindness. So now you’ve got to take + repayment whether you will or not, for I insist upon it. And if you won’t + come up to Oxford, which perhaps would be an uncongenial place for you in + many ways, I’ll tell you what I’ll do, Daddy; I’ll look + out for a curacy somewhere in London, and we’ll take a little house + together, and I’ll furnish it nicely, and there we shall live, sir, + whatever you say, so not another word about it. And now I want you to + listen to the very best thing I’ve ever composed, and tell me what + you think of it.’ + </p> + <p> + He sat down to the little hired cottage piano that occupied the corner of + the neat small room, and began to run his deft fingers lightly over the + keys. It was the Butterfly fantasia. The father sat back in his red + easy-chair, listening with all his ears, first critically, then + admiringly, at last enthusiastically. As Arthur’s closing notes died + away softly towards the end, the old shoemaker’s delight could be + restrained no longer. ‘Artie,’ he cried, gloating over it, + ‘that’s music! That’s real music! You’re quite + right, my boy; that’s far and away the best thing you’ve ever + written. It’s exquisite—so light, so airy, so unearthlike. + But, Artie, there’s more than that in it. There’s soul in it; + and I know what it means. You don’t deceive your poor old Progenitor + in a matter of musical inspiration, I can tell you. I know where you got + that fantasia from as well as if I’d seen you getting it. You got it + out of your own heart, my boy, out of your own heart. And the thing it + says to me as plain as language is just this—you’re in love! + You’re in love, Artie, and there’s no good denying it. If any + man ever wrote that fantasia without being in love at the time—first + love—ecstasy—tremor—tiptoe of expectation—why, + then, I tell you, music hasn’t got such a thing as a tongue or a + meaning in it.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur looked at him gently and smiled, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + ‘Will you tell me about her, Artie?’ asked the old man, caressingly, + laying his hand upon his son’s arm. + </p> + <p> + ‘Not now, Father; not just now, please. Some other time, perhaps, but not + now. I hardly know about it myself, yet. It may be something—it may + be nothing; but, at any rate, it was peg enough to hang a fantasia upon. + You’ve surprised my little secret, Father, and I dare say it’s + no real secret at all, but just a passing whiff of fancy. If it ever comes + to anything, you shall know first of all the world about it. Now take out + your violin, there’s a dear old Dad, and give me a tune upon it.’ + </p> + <p> + The father took the precious instrument from its carefully covered case + with a sort of loving reverence, and began to play a piece of Arthur’s + own composition. From the moment the bow touched the chords it was easy + enough to see whence the son got his musical instincts. Old George + Berkeley was a born musician, and he could make his violin discourse to + him with rare power of execution. There they sat, playing and talking at + intervals, till nearly eight, when Arthur went out hurriedly to catch the + last train to Oxford, and left the old shoemaker once more to his week’s + solitude. ‘Not for much longer,’ the curate whispered to + himself, as he got into his third-class carriage quickly; ‘not for + much longer, if I can help it. A curacy in or near London’s the only + right thing for me to look out for!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. — GHOSTLY COUNSEL. + </h2> + <p> + November came, and with it came the Pembroke fellowship examination. + Ernest went in manfully, and tried hard to do his best; for somehow, in + spite of the immorality of fellowships, he had a sort of floating notion + in his head that he would like to get one, because he was beginning to + paint himself a little fancy picture of a home that was to be, with a + little fairy Edie flitting through it, and brightening it all delightfully + with her dainty airy presence. So he even went so far as to mitigate + considerably the native truculence of his political economy paper, after + Edie’s advice—not, of course, by making any suggestion of + opinions he did not hold, but by suppressing the too-prominent expression + of those he actually believed in. Max Schurz’s name was not once + mentioned throughout the whole ten or twelve pages of closely written + foolscap; ‘Gold and the Proletariate’ was utterly ignored; and in + place of the strong meat served out for men by the apostles of socialism + in the Marylebone dancing-saloon, Ernest dished up for his examiner’s + edification merely such watery milk for babes as he had extracted from the + eminently orthodox economical pages of Fawcett, Mill, and Thorold Rogers. + He went back to his rooms, satisfied that he had done himself full + justice, and anxiously waited for the result to be duly announced on the + Saturday morning. + </p> + <p> + Was it that piece of Latin prose, too obviously modelled upon the Annals + of Tacitus, while the senior tutor was a confirmed Ciceronian, with the + Second Philippic constitutionally on the brain? Was it the Greek verse, + containing one senarius with a long syllable before the caesura in the + fifth foot, as Herbert pointed out to his brother on the very evening when + that hideous oversight—say rather crime—had been openly + perpetrated in plain black and white on a virgin sheet of innocent paper? + Was it some faint ineffaceable savour of the Schurzian economics, peeping + through in spite of all disguises, like the garlic in an Italian ragout, + from under the sedulous cloak of Ricardo’s theory of rent? Was it + some flying rumour, extra-official, and unconnected with the examination + in any way, to the effect that young Le Breton was a person of very + dubious religious, political, and social orthodoxy? Or was it merely that + fortunate dispensation of Providence whereby Oxford almost invariably + manages to let her best men slip unobserved through her fingers, and so + insures a decent crop of them to fill up her share of the passing + vacancies in politics, literature, science, and art? Heaven or the + Pembroke examiners alone can answer these abstruse and difficult + questions; but this much at least is certain, that when Ernest Le Breton + went into the Pembroke porter’s lodge on the predestined Saturday, + he found another name than his placarded upon the notice board, and turned + back, sick at heart and disappointed, to his lonely lodgings. There he + spent an unhappy hour or two, hewing down what remained of his little + aerial castle off-hand; and then he went out for a solitary row upon the + upper river, endeavouring to work off his disappointment like a man, with + a good hard spell of muscular labour. + </p> + <p> + Edie had already returned to Calcombe-Pomeroy, so in the evening he went + to tell his misfortune to Harry Oswald. Harry was really sorry to hear it, + for Ernest was his best friend in Oxford, and he had hoped to have him + settled close by. ‘You’ll stop up and try again for Christ + Church in February, won’t you, Le Breton?’ he asked. + </p> + <p> + ‘No,’ said Ernest, shaking his head a little gloomily; ‘I don’t + think I will. It’s clear I’m not up to the Oxford standard for + a fellowship, and I couldn’t spend another term in residence without + coming down upon my mother to pay my expenses—a thing she can’t + easily afford to do. So I suppose I must fall back for the present upon + the Exmoor tutorship. That’ll give me time to look about me, till I + can get something else to do; and after all, it isn’t a bit more + immoral than a fellowship, when one comes to look it fairly in the face. + However, I shall go first and ask Herr Max’s opinion upon the + matter.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m going to spend a fortnight in town in the Christmas vac,’ + said Oswald, ‘and I should like to go with you to Max’s again, + if I may.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest coloured up a little, for he would have liked to invite Oswald to + his mother’s house; and yet he felt there were two reasons why he + should not do so; he must himself be dependent this time upon his mother’s + hospitality, and he didn’t think Lady Le Breton would be perfectly + cordial in her welcome to Harry Oswald. + </p> + <p> + In the end, however, it was arranged that Harry should engage rooms at his + former lodgings in London, and that Ernest should take him once more to + call upon the old socialist when he went to consult him on the question of + conscience. + </p> + <p> + ‘For my part, Ernest,’ said Lady Le Breton to her son, the morning + after his return from Oxford, ‘I’m not altogether sorry you + didn’t get this Pembroke fellowship. It would have kept you among + the same set you are at present mixing in for an indefinite period. Of + course now you’ll accept Lady Exmoor’s kind proposal. I saw + her about it the same morning we got Hilda’s letter; and she offers + 200L. a year, which, of course, is mere pocket money, as your board and + lodging are all found for you, so to speak, and you’ll have nothing + to do but to dress and amuse yourself.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, mother, I shall see about it. I’m going to consult Herr + Schurz upon the subject this morning.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Herr Schurz!’ said Lady Le Breton, in her bitterest tone of irony. + ‘It appears to me you make that snuffy old German microscope man your + father confessor. It’s very disagreeable to a mother to find that + her sons, instead of taking her advice about what is most material to + their own interests, should invariably go to confer with communist + refugees and ignorant ranters. Ronald, what is your programme, if you + please, for this morning’s annoyance?’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald, with the fear of the fifth commandment steadily before his eyes, + took no notice of the last word, and answered calmly, ‘You know, mother, + this is the regular day for the mission-house prayer-meeting.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The mission-house prayer-meeting! I know nothing of the sort, I assure + you. I don’t keep a perfect calendar in my mind of all your meetings + and your religious engagements. Then I suppose I must go alone to the + Waltons’ to see Mr. Walton’s water-colours?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ll give up the prayer-meeting, if you wish it,’ Ronald + answered, with his unvarying meekness. ‘Only, I’m afraid I + must walk very slowly. My cough’s rather bad this morning.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, no,’ Ernest put in, ‘you mustn’t dream of going, + Ronald; I couldn’t allow you to walk so far on any account. I’ll + put off my engagement with Oswald, who was going with me to Herr Schurz’s, + and I’ll take you round to the Waltons’, mother, whenever you + like.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Dear me, dear me,’ moaned Lady Le Breton, piteously, pretending to + wring her hands in lady-like and mitigated despair; ‘I can’t + do anything without its being made the opportunity for a scene, it seems. + I shall NOT go to the Waltons’; and I shall leave you both to follow + your own particular devices to your heart’s content. I’m sorry + I proposed anything whatsoever, I’m sure, and I shall take care + never to do such an imprudent thing again.’ And her ladyship walked + in her stateliest and most chilly manner out of the freezing little + dining-room. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s a great cross, living always with poor mother, Ernest,’ + said Ronald, his eyes filling with tears as he spoke; ‘but we must + try to bear with her, you know, for after all she leads a very lonely life + herself, because she’s so very unsympathetic.’ Ernest took the + spare white hand in his and smoothed it compassionately. ‘My dear, + dear Ronald,’ he said, ‘I know it’s hard for you. I must + try the best I can to make it a little easier!’ + </p> + <p> + They walked together as far as the mission-house, arm in arm, for though + in some things the two young Le Bretons were wide apart as the poles, in + others they were fundamentally at one in inmost spirit; and even Ronald, + in spite of his occasional little narrow sectarianisms, felt the + underlying unity of purpose no less than Ernest. He was one of those + enthusiastic ethereal natures which care little for outer forms or + ceremonies, and nothing at all for churches and organisations, but love to + commune as pure spirit with pure spirit, living every day a life of + ecstatic spirituality, and never troubling themselves one whit about + theological controversy or established religious constitutions. As long as + Ronald Le Breton could read his Greek Testament every morning, and talk + face to face in their own tongue with the Paul of First Corinthians or the + John of the Epistles, in the solitude of his own bedroom, he was supremely + indifferent about the serious question, of free-will and fore-knowledge, + or about the important question of apostolical succession, or even about + that other burning question of eternal punishment, which was just then + setting his own little sect of Apostolic Christian Missioners roundly by + the ears. These things seemed to his enthusiastic mind mere fading echoes + of an alien language; all that he himself really cared for in religion was + the constant sense of essential personal communion with that higher Power + which spoke directly to his soul all day long and always; or the equally + constant sense of moral exaltation which he drew from the reading of the + written Word in its own original language. He had never BECOME an + Apostolic Christian; he had grown up to be one, unconsciously to himself. + ‘Your son Ronald’s religion, my dear Lady Le Breton,’ + Archdeacon Luttrell used often to say, ‘is, I fear, too purely + emotional. He cannot be made to feel sufficiently the necessity for a + sound practical grasp of doctrinal Christianity.’ To Ronald himself, + he might as well have talked about the necessity for a sound practical + grasp of doctrinal Buddhism. And if Ronald had really met a devout + Buddhist, he would doubtless have found, after half an hour’s + conversation, that they were at one in everything save the petty matter of + dialect and vocabulary. + </p> + <p> + At Oswald’s lodging, Ernest found his friend ready and waiting for + him. They went on together to the same street in Marylebone as before, and + mounted the stair till they reached Herr Schurz’s gloomy little + work-room on the third floor. The old apostle was seated at his small + table by the half-open window, grinding the edges of a lens to fit the + brass mounting at his side; while his daughter Uta, a still good-looking, + quiet, broad-faced South German woman, about forty or a little more, sat + close by, busily translating a scientific book into English by alternate + reading and consultation with her father. Harry saw the title on her page + was ‘Researches into the Embryology of the Isopodal Crustaceans,’ + and conceived at once an immense respect for the learning and wisdom of + the communist exile’s daughter. Herr Schurz hardly stopped a moment + from his work—he never allowed his numerous visitors to interfere in + any way with his daily duties—but motioned them both to seats on the + bare bench beside him, and waited to bear the nature of their particular + business. It was an understood thing that no one came to see the Socialist + leader on week days except for a good and sufficient reason. + </p> + <p> + The talk at first was general and desultory; but after a little time + Ernest brought conversation round to its proper focus, and placed his case + of conscience fairly before his father confessor. Was it allowable for a + consistent socialist to accept the place of tutor to the son of a peer and + a landowner? + </p> + <p> + ‘For my part, Herr Schurz,’ Oswald said confidently, ‘I don’t + see any reason on earth, from the point of view of any political economy + whatsoever, why Ernest shouldn’t take the position. The question isn’t + how the Exmoors have come by their money, even allowing that private + property in land is in itself utterly indefensible; which is a proposition + I don’t myself feel inclined unreservedly to admit, though I know + you and Le Breton do: the real question’s this,—since they’ve + got this money into their hands to distribute, and since in any case they + will have the distribution of it, isn’t it better that some of it + should go into Le Breton’s pocket than that it should go into any + other person’s? That’s the way I for my part look at the + matter.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What do you say to that, friend Ernest?’ asked the old German, + smiling and waiting to see whether Ernest would detect what from their own + standpoint he regarded as the ethical fallacy of Harry Oswald’s + argument. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, to tell you the truth, Herr Schurz,’ answered Ernest, in his + deliberate, quiet way, ‘I don’t think I’ve envisaged the + subject to myself from quite the same point of view as Oswald has done. I + have rather asked myself whether it was right of a man to accept a + function in which he would really be doing nothing worthy for humanity in + return for his daily board and lodging. It isn’t so much a question + who exactly is to get certain sums out of the Exmoors’ pockets, + which ought no doubt never to have been in them; it’s more a + question whether a man has any right to live off the collective labour of + the world, and do nothing of any good to the world on his own part by way + of repayment.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That’s it, friend Ernest,’ cried the old man, with a pleased + nod of his big grey head; ‘the socialistic Iliad in a nutshell! That’s + the very root of the question. Don’t be deceived by capitalist + sophisms. So long as we go on each of us trying to get as much as we can + individually out of the world, instead of asking what the world is getting + out of us, in return, there will be no revolution and no millennium. We + must make sure that we’re doing some good ourselves, instead of + sponging upon the people perpetually to feed us for nothing. What’s + the first gospel given to man at the creation in your popular cosmogonies? + Why, that in the sweat of his face shall he eat bread, and till the ground + from which he was taken. That’s the native gospel of the toiling + many, always; your doctrines of fair exchange, and honest livelihoods, and + free contract, and all the rest of it, are only the artificial gospel of + the political economists, and of the bourgeoisie and the aristocrats into + whose hands they play—the rascals!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you think I oughtn’t to take the post?’ asked Ernest, a + little ruefully. + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t say that, Le Breton—I don’t say that,’ + said Herr Schurz, more quietly than before, still grinding away at his + lens. ‘The question’s a broad one, and it has many aspects. + The best work a man can do is undoubtedly the most useful work—the + work that conduces most to the general happiness. But we of the + proletariate can’t take our choice always: as your English proverb + plainly puts it, with your true English bluntness, “beggars mustn’t + be choosers.” We must, each in his place, do the work that’s + set before us by the privileged classes. It’s impossible for us to + go nicely discriminating between work that’s useful for the + community, work that’s merely harmless, and work that’s + positively detrimental. How can we insure it? A man’s a printer, + say. There’s a generally useful trade, in which, on the whole, he + labours for the good and enlightenment of the world—for he may print + scientific books, good books, useful books; and most printing, on the + average, is useful. But how’s he to know what sort of thing he’s + printing? He may be printing “Gold and the Proletariate,” or + he may be printing obscurantist and retrogressive treatises by the enemies + of humanity. Look at my own trade, again. You’d say at first sight, + Mr. Oswald, that to make microscopes must be a good thing in the end for + the world at large: and so it is, no doubt; but half of them—ay, + more than half of them—are thrown away: mere wasted labour, a good + workman’s time and skill lavished needlessly on some foolish rich + man’s caprices and amusement. Often enough, now, I make a good + instrument—an instrument, with all its fittings, worth fifty or a + hundred pounds. That takes a long time to make, and I’m a skilled + workman; and the instrument may fall into the hands of a scientific man + who’ll use it in discovery, in verification, in promoting knowledge, + in lessening disease and mitigating human suffering. That’s the good + side of my trade. But, mark you, now,’ and the old man wiped his + forehead rapidly with his sleeve, ‘it has its bad side too. As often + as not, I know, some rich man will buy that machine, that cost me so much + time and trouble to make, and will buy a few dozen stock slides with it, + and will bring it out once in a moon to show his children or a few idle + visitors the scales on a butterfly’s wing, or the hairs on the leg + of a common flea. Uta sets those things up by the thousand for the dealers + to sell to indolent dilettanti. The appetite of the world at large for the + common flea is simply insatiable. And it’s for that, perhaps, that I’m + spoiling my eyesight now, grinding and grinding and grinding at this very + lens, and fitting the thing to an accurate fraction of a millimetre, as we + always fit these things—we who are careful and honest workmen—to + show an idle man’s friends the hairs on a flea’s fore-leg. If + that isn’t enough to make a man ashamed of our present wasteful and + chaotic organisation, I should think he must be a survival from the + preglacial epoch—as, indeed, most of us actually are!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But, after all, Herr Schurz,’ said Harry, expostulating, ‘you + get paid for your labour, and the rich man is doing better by encouraging + your skill than by encouraging the less useful skill of other workmen.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes,’ cried Herr Schurz, warmly, ‘that’s the + doctrine of the one-eyed economists; that’s the capitalist way of + looking at it; but it isn’t our way—it isn’t ours. Is it + nothing, think you, that all that toil of mine—of a sensible man’s—goes + to waste, to gratify the senseless passing whim of a wealthy nobody? Is it + nothing that he uselessly monopolises the valuable product of my labour, + which in other and abler hands might be bringing forth good fruit for the + bettering and furthering of universal humanity? I tell you, Mr. Oswald, + half the best books, half the best apparatus, half the best appliances in + all Europe, are locked up idle in rich men’s cabinets, effecting no + good, begetting no discoveries, bringing forth no interest, doing nothing + but foster the anti-social pride of their wealthy possessors. But that isn’t + what friend Ernest wants to ask me about to-day. He wants to know about + his own course in a difficult case; and instead of answering him, here am + I, maundering away, like an old man that I am, into the generalised + platitudes of “Gold and the Proletariate.” Well, Le Breton, + what I should say in your particular instance is this. A man with the fear + of right before his eyes may, under existing circumstances, lawfully + accept any work that will keep him alive, provided he sees no better and + more useful work equally open to him. He may take the job the capitalists + impose, if he can get nothing worthier to do elsewhere. Now, if you don’t + teach this young Tregellis, what alternative have you? Why, to become a + master in a school—Eton, perhaps, or Rugby, or Marlborough—and + teach other equally useless members of prospective aristocratic society. + That being so, I think you ought to do what’s best for yourself and + your family for the present—for the present—till the time of + deliverance comes. You see, there is one member of your family to whom the + matter is of immediate importance.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ronald,’ said Ernest, interrupting him. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, Ronald. A good boy; a socialist, too, though he doesn’t know + it—one of us, born of us, and only apart from us in bare externals. + Well, would it be most comfortable for poor Ronald that you should go to + these Exmoor people, or that you should take a mastership, get rooms + somewhere, and let him live with you? He’s not very happy with your + mother, you say. Wouldn’t he be happier with you? What think you? + Charity begins at home, you know: a good proverb—a good, sound, + sensible, narrow-minded, practical English proverb!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ve thought of that,’ Ernest said, ‘and I’ll ask + him about it. Whichever he prefers, then, I’d better decide upon, + had I?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Do so,’ Herr Max answered, with a nod. ‘Other things equal, + our first duty is to those nearest to us.’ + </p> + <p> + What Herr Max said was law to his disciples, and Ernest went his way + contented. + </p> + <p> + ‘Mr. Oswald seems a very nice young man,’ Uta Schurz said, looking + up from the microscope slides she had begun to mount at the moment her + regular translating work was interrupted by their sudden entry. She had + been taking quiet glances at Harry all the while, in her unobtrusive + fashion; for Uta had learned always to be personally unobtrusive—‘the + prophet’s donkey,’ those irreverent French exiles used to call + her—and she had come to the conclusion that he was a decidedly + handsome and manly fellow. + </p> + <p> + ‘Which do you like best, Uta—Oswald or Le Breton?’ asked her + father. + </p> + <p> + ‘Personally,’ Uta answered, ‘I should prefer Mr. Oswald. To + live always with Mr. Le Breton would be like living with an abstraction. + No woman would ever care for him; she might just as well marry Spinoza’s + Ethics or the Ten Commandments. He’s a perfect model of a socialist, + and nothing else. Mr. Oswald has some human nature in him as well.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There are two kinds of socialists,’ said Herr Max, bending once + more over his glasses; ‘the one kind is always thinking most of its + rights; the other kind is always thinking most of its duties. Oswald + belongs to the first, Le Breton to the second. I’ve often observed + it so among men of their two sorts. The best socialists never come from + the bourgeoisie, nor even from the proletariate; they come from among the + voluntarily déclassés aristocrats. Your workman or your bourgeois who has + risen, and who interests himself in social or political questions, is + always thinking, “Why shouldn’t I have as many rights and + privileges as these other people have?” The aristocrat who descends + is always thinking, “Why shouldn’t these other people have as + many rights and privileges as I have?” The one type begets + aggressive self-assertion, the other type begets a certain gentle spirit + of self-effacement. You don’t often find men of the aristocratic + class with any ethical element in them—their hereditary antecedents, + their breeding, their environment, are all hostile to it; but when you do + find them, mark my words, Uta, they make the truest and most earnest + friends of the popular cause of any. Their sympathy and interest in it is + all unselfish.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And yet,’ Uta answered firmly, ‘I still prefer Mr. Oswald. + And if you care for my opinion, I should say that the aristocrat does all + the dreaming, but the bourgeois does all the fighting; and that’s + the most important thing practically, after all.’ + </p> + <p> + An hour later, Ernest was talking his future plans over with his brother + Ronald. Would it be best for Ronald that he should take a mastership, and + both should live together, or that he should go for the present to the + Exmoors’, and leave the question of Ronald’s home arrangements + still unsettled? + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s so good of you to think of me in the matter, Ernest,’ + Ronald said, pressing his hand gently; ‘but I don’t think I + ought to go away from mother before I’m twenty-one. To tell you the + truth, Ernest, I hardly flatter myself she’d be really sorry to get + rid of me; I’m afraid I’m a dreadful thorn in her side at + present; she doesn’t understand my ways, and perhaps I don’t + sympathise enough with hers; but still, if I were to propose to go, I feel + sure she’d be very much annoyed, and treat it as a serious act of + insubordination on my part. While I’m a minor, at least, I ought to + remain with her; the Apostle tells us to obey our parents, in the Lord; + and as long as she requires nothing from me that doesn’t involve a + dereliction of principle I think I must bear with it, though I acknowledge + it’s a cross, a heavy cross. Thank you so much for thinking of it, + dearest Ernest.’ And his eyes filled once more with tears as he + spoke. + </p> + <p> + So it was finally arranged that for the present at least Ernest should + accept Lady Exmoor’s offer, and that as soon as Ronald was + twenty-one he should look about for a suitable mastership, in order for + the two brothers to go immediately into rooms together. Lady Le Breton was + surprised at the decision; but as it was in her favour, she wisely + abstained from gratifying her natural desire to make some more + uncomplimentary references to the snuffy old German socialist. Sufficient + unto the day was the triumph thereof; and she had no doubt in her own mind + that if once Ernest could be induced to live for a while in really good + society the well-known charms and graces of that society must finally tame + his rugged breast, and wean him away from his unaccountable devotion to + those horrid continental communists. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. — IN THE CAMP OF THE PHILISTINES. + </h2> + <p> + Dunbude Castle, Lord Exmoor’s family seat, stands on the last spurs + of the great North Devon uplands, overlooking the steep glen of a little + boulder-encumbered stream, and commanding a distant view of the Severn Sea + and the dim outlines of the blue Welsh hills beyond it. Behind the house, + a castle only by courtesy (on the same principle as that by which every + bishop lives in a palace), rises the jagged summit of the Cleave, a great + weather-worn granite hill, sculptured on top by wind and rain into those + fantastic lichen-covered pillars and tora and logans in which antiquarian + fancy used so long to find the visible monuments of Druidical worship. All + around, a wide brown waste of heather undulates and tosses wildly to the + sky; and on the summit of the rolling moor where it rises and swells in + one of its many rounded bosses, the antlered heads and shoulders of the + red deer may often be seen etched in bold relief against the clear + sky-line to the west, on sunny autumn evenings. But the castle itself and + the surrounding grounds are not planned to harmonise with the rough + moorland English scenery into whose midst they were unceremoniously + pitchforked by the second earl. That distinguished man of taste, a light + of the artistic world in his own day, had brought back from his Grand Tour + his own ideal of a strictly classical domestic building, formed by + impartially compounding a Palladian palace, a Doric temple, and a square + redbrick English manor-house. After pulling down the original + fourteenth-century castle, he had induced an eminent architect of the time + to conspire with him in giving solid and permanent reality to this his + awful imagining; and when he had completed it all, from portico to attic, + he had extorted even the critical praise of Horace Walpole, who described + it in one of his letters as a ‘singular triumph of classical taste + and architectural ingenuity.’ It still remains unrivalled in its + kind, the ugliest great country-seat in the county of Devon—some + respectable authorities even say in the whole of England. + </p> + <p> + In front of the house an Italian garden, with balustrades of very doubtful + marble, leads down by successive terraces and broad flights of steps to an + artificial octagonal pool, formed by carefully destroying the whole + natural beauty of the wild and rocky little English glen beneath. To feed + it by fitting a conduit, the moss-grown boulders that strew the bed of the + torrent above and below have been carefully removed, and the unwilling + stream, as it runs into the pool, has been coerced into a long straight + channel, bordered on either side by bedded turf, and planed off at + measured intervals so as to produce a series of eminently regular and + classical cascades. Even Lord Exmoor himself, who was a hunting man, + without any pretence to that stupid rubbish about taste, did not care for + the hopeless exterior of Dunbude Castle: he frankly admitted that the + place was altogether too doosid artificial for the line of country. If + they’d only left it alone, he said, in its own native condition, it + would have been really pretty; but as they’d doctored it and spoilt + it, why, there was nothing on earth to be done but just put up with it and + whistle over it. What with the hounds, and the mortgages, and the + settlements, and the red deer, and Goodwood, the estate couldn’t + possibly afford any money for making alterations down in the gardens. + </p> + <p> + The dog-cart was in waiting at the station to carry Ernest up to the + castle; and as he reached the front door, Lady Hilda Tregellis strolled up + the broad flight of steps from the garden to meet him. Lady Hilda was tall + and decidedly handsome, as Ernest had rightly told Edie, but not pretty, + and she was also just twenty. There was a free, careless, bold look in her + face, that showed her at once a girl of spirit; indeed, if she had not + been born a Tregellis, it was quite clear that she would have been + predestined to turn out a strong-minded woman. There was nothing + particularly delicate in Lady Hilda’s features; they were + well-modelled, but neither regular nor cold, nor with that peculiar stamp + of artificial breeding which is so often found in the faces of English + ladies. On the contrary, she looked like a perfectly self-confident + handsome actress, too self-confident to be self-conscious, and accustomed + to admiration wherever she turned. As Ernest jumped down from the dog-cart + she advanced quickly to shake hands with him, and look him over critically + from head to foot like a schoolboy taking stock of a new fellow. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m so glad you’ve come, Mr. Le Breton,’ she said, with + an open smile upon her frank face. ‘I was dreadfully afraid you + wouldn’t care for our proposition. Dunbude’s the dullest hole + in England, and we want somebody here to brighten it up, sadly. Did you + ever see such an ugly monstrosity before, anywhere?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The country about’s lovely,’ Ernest answered, ‘but the + house itself is certainly rather ugly.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ugly! It’s hideous. And it’s as dull as it’s big,’ + said Hilda vehemently. ‘You can’t think what a time we have of + it here half the year! I’m always longing for the season to come. + Papa fills the house here with hunting men and shooting men—people + without two ideas in their heads, you know, just like himself; and even + THEY go out all day, and leave us women from morning till night to the + society of their wives and daughters, who are exactly like them. Mr. Walsh—that’s + Lynmouth’s last tutor—he was a perfect stick, a Cambridge man; + Cambridge men always ARE sticks, I believe; you’re Oxford, of + course, aren’t you? I thought so. Still, even Mr. Walsh was a little + society, for I assure you, if it hadn’t been for him, I should never + have seen anybody, to talk to, from year’s end to year’s end. + So when Mr. Walsh was going to leave us, I said to mamma, “Why not + ask one of the Mr. Le Bretons?” I wanted to have somebody sensible + here, and so I got her to let me write to your brother Ronald about the + tutorship. Did he send you the letter? I hope you didn’t think it + was mine. Mamma dictated it, for I don’t write such formal letters + as that on my own account, I can tell you. I hate conventionality of any + sort. At Dunbude we’re all conventional, except me; but I won’t + be. Come up into the billiard-room, here, and sit down awhile; William + will see about your portmanteau and things. Papa’s out, of course, + and so’s Lynmouth; and mamma’s somewhere or other, I don’t + know where; and so there’s nobody in particular at home for you to + report yourself to. You may as well come in here while I ring for them to + get you some lunch ready. Nobody ever gets anything ready beforehand in + this house. We lunched ourselves an hour ago.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest smiled at her volubility, and followed her quickly into the big + bare billiard-room. He walked over to the fire and began to warm himself, + while Hilda took down a cue and made stray shots in extraordinary angles + at impossible cannons, all the time, as she went on talking to him. + ‘Was it very cold on the way down?’ she asked. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, fairly. I’m not sorry to see the fire again. Why, you’re + quite an accomplished player.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There’s nothing else to do at Dunbude, that’s why. I practise + about half my lifetime. So I wrote to your brother Ronald, as I was + telling you, from mamma’s dictation; and when I heard you were + really coming, I was quite delighted about it. Do you remember, I met you + twice last year, once at the Dolburys’, and once somewhere else; and + I thought you’d be a very good sort of person for Dunbude, you know, + and about as much use to Lynmouth as anybody could be, which isn’t + saying much, of course, for he’s a dreadful pickle. I insisted on + putting in my letter that he was a dreadful pickle (that’s a good + stroke off the red; just enough side on), though mamma didn’t want + me to; because I thought you ought to know about it beforehand. But you + remember him at Marlborough, of course; he was only a little fellow then, + but still a pickle. He always was and he always will be. He’s out + shooting, now, with papa; and you’ll never get him to settle down to + anything, as long as there’s a snipe or a plover banging about on + the moor anywhere. He’s quite incorrigible. Do you play at all? Won’t + you take a cue till your lunch’s ready?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, I don’t play,’ Ernest answered, half hesitating, ‘or + at least very little.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, then you’ll learn here, because you’ll find nothing else + to do. Do you shoot?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh no, never. I don’t think it right.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes, I remember. How delightful! Lady Le Breton told me all about it. + You’ve got notions, haven’t you? You’re a Nihilist or a + Fenian or something of that sort, and you don’t shoot anything but + czars and grand dukes, do you? I believe you want to cut all our heads off + and have a red republic. Well, I’m sure that’s very + refreshing; for down here we’re all as dull as sticks together; + Tories, every one of us to a man; perfect unanimity; no differences of + opinion; all as conventional and proper as the vicar’s sermons. Now, + to have somebody who wants to cut your head off, in the house, is really + delightful. I love originality. Not that I’ve ever seen anybody + original in all my life, for I haven’t, but I’m sure it would + be delightful if I did. One reads about original people in novels, you + know, Dickens and that sort of thing; and I often think I should like to + meet some of them (good stroke again; legs, legs, legs, if you please—no, + it hasn’t legs enough); but here, or for the matter of that, in town + either, we never see anybody but the same eternal round of Algies, and + Monties, and Berties, and Hughs—all very nice young men, no doubt; + exceedingly proper, nothing against them; good shots, capital partners, + excellent families, everything on earth that anybody could desire, except + a single atom of personal originality. I assure you, if they were all + shaken up in a bag together and well mixed, in evening clothes (so as not + to tell them apart by the tweeds, you know), their own mothers wouldn’t + be able to separate them afterwards. But if you don’t shoot and don’t + play billiards, I’m sure I don’t know what you’ll ever + find to do with yourself here at Dunbude.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Don’t you think,’ Ernest said quietly, taking down a cue, + ‘one ought to have something better to do with one’s time than + shooting and playing billiards? In a world where so many labouring people + are toiling and slaving in poverty and misery on our behalf, don’t + you think we should be trying to do something or other in return for + universal humanity, to whom we owe so much for our board and lodging and + clothing and amusement?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, now, that’s just what I mean,’ said Hilda ecstatically, + with a neat shot off the cushion against the red and into the middle + pocket; ‘that’s such a delightfully original way of looking at + things, you see. We all of us here talk always about the partridges, and + the red deer, and the turnips, and the Church, and dear Lady This, and + that odious Lady That, and the growing insolence of the farmers, and the + shocking insubordination of the lower classes, and the difficulty of + getting really good servants, and the dreadful way those horrid Irish are + shooting their kind-hearted indulgent landlords; or else we talk—the + women especially—about how awfully bored we are. Lawn-tennis, you + know, and dinners, and what a bad match Ethel Thingumbob has made. But you + talk another kind of slang; I dare say it doesn’t mean much; you + know you’re not working at anything very much more serious than we + are; still it’s a novelty. When we go to a coursing meeting, we’re + all on the hounds; but you’re on the hare, and that’s so + delightfully original. I haven’t the least doubt that if we were to + talk about the Irish, you’d say you thought they ought to shoot + their landlords. I remember you shocked mamma by saying something like it + at the Dolburys’. Now, of course, it doesn’t matter to me a + bit which is right; you say the poor tenants are starving, and papa says + the poor landlords can’t get in their rents, and actually have to + give up their hounds, poor fellows; and I don’t know which of you is + the most to be believed; only, what papa says is just the same thing that + everybody says, and what you say has a certain charming freshness and + variety about it. It’s so funny to be told that one ought really to + take the tenants into consideration. Exactly like your brother Ronald’s + notions about servants!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Your lunch is ready in the dining-room, sir,’ said a voice at the + door. + </p> + <p> + ‘Come back here when you’ve finished, Mr. Le Breton,’ Hilda + called after him. ‘I’ll teach you how to make that cannon you + missed just now. If you mean to exist at Dunbude at all, it’s + absolutely necessary for you to learn billiards.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest turned in to lunch with an uncomfortable misgiving on his mind + already that Dunbude was not exactly the right place for such a man as he + to live in. + </p> + <p> + During the afternoon he saw nothing more of the family, save Lady Hilda; + and it was not till the party assembled in the drawing-room before dinner + that he met Lord and Lady Exmoor and his future pupil. Lynmouth had grown + into a tall, handsome, manly-looking boy since Ernest last saw him; but he + certainly looked exactly what Hilda had called him—a pickle. A few + minutes’ introductory conversation sufficed to show Ernest that + whatever mind he possessed was wholly given over to horses, dogs, and + partridges, and that the post of tutor at Dunbude Castle was not likely to + prove a bed of roses. + </p> + <p> + ‘Seen the paper, Connemara?’ Lord Exmoor asked of one of his guests, + as they sat down to dinner. ‘I haven’t had a moment myself to + snatch a look at the “Times” yet this evening; I’m + really too busy almost even to read the daily papers. Anything fresh from + Ireland?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Haven’t seen it either,’ Lord Connemara answered, glancing + towards Lady Hilda. ‘Perhaps somebody else has looked at the papers’?’ + </p> + <p> + Nobody answered, so Ernest ventured to remark that the Irish news was + rather worse again. Two bailiffs had been murdered near Castlebar. + </p> + <p> + ‘That’s bad,’ Lord Exmoor said, turning towards Ernest. + ‘I’m afraid there’s a deal of distress in the West.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A great deal,’ Ernest answered; ‘positive starvation, I + believe, in some parts of County Galway.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, not quite so bad as that,’ Lord Exmoor replied, a little + startled. ‘I don’t think any of the landlords are actually + starving yet, though I’ve no doubt many of them are put to very + great straits indeed by their inability to get in their rents.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest couldn’t forbear gently smiling to himself at the + misapprehension. ‘Oh, I didn’t mean the landlords,’ he said + quickly: ‘I meant among the poor people.’ As he spoke he was + aware that Lady Hilda’s eyes were fixed keenly upon him, and that + she was immensely delighted at the temerity and originality displayed in + the notion of his publicly taking Irish tenants into consideration at her + father’s table. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, the poor people,’ Lord Exmoor answered with a slight sigh of + relief, as who should say that THEIR condition didn’t much matter to + a philosophic mind. ‘Yes, to be sure; I’ve no doubt some of + them are very badly off, poor souls. But then they’re such an idle + improvident lot. Why don’t they emigrate now, I should like to know?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest reflected silently that the inmates of Dunbude Castle did not + exactly set them a model of patient industry; and that Lady Hilda’s + numerous allusions during the afternoon to the fact that the Dunbude + estates were ‘mortgaged up to the eyelids’ (a condition of + affairs to which she always alluded as though it were rather a subject of + pride and congratulation than otherwise) did not speak very highly for + their provident economy either. But even Ernest Le Breton had a solitary + grain of worldly wisdom laid up somewhere in a corner of his brain, and he + didn’t think it advisable to give them the benefit of his own views + upon the subject. + </p> + <p> + ‘There’s a great deal of rubbish talked in England about Irish + affairs, you know, Exmoor,’ said Lord Connemara confidently. ‘People + never understand Ireland, I’m sure, until they’ve actually + lived there. Would you believe it now, the correspondent of one of the + London papers was quite indignant the other day because my agent had to + evict a man for three years’ rent at Ballynamara, and the man + unfortunately went and died a week later on the public roadside. We + produced medical evidence to show that he had suffered for years from + heart disease, and would have died in any case, wherever he had been; but + the editor fellow wanted to make political capital out of it, and kicked + up quite a fuss about my agent’s shocking inhumanity. As if we could + possibly help ourselves in the matter! People must get their rents in + somehow, mustn’t they?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘People must get their rents in somehow, of course,’ Lord Exmoor + assented, sympathetically; ‘and I know all you men who are unlucky + enough to own property in Ireland have a lot of trouble about it nowadays. + Upon my word, what with Fenians, and what with Nihilists, and what with + Communards, I really don’t know what the world is coming to.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Most unchristian conduct, I call it,’ said Lady Exmoor, who went in + for being mildly and decorously religious. ‘I really can’t + understand how people can believe such wicked doctrines as these + communistic notions that are coming over people in these latter days.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No better than downright robbery,’ Lord Connemara answered. + ‘Shaking the very foundations of society, I think it. All done so + recklessly, too, without any care or any consideration.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest thought of old Max Schurz, with his lifelong economical studies, + and wondered when Lord Connemara had found time to turn his own attention + from foxes and fishing to economical problems; but, by a perfect miracle, + he said nothing. + </p> + <p> + ‘You wouldn’t believe the straits we’re put to, Lady Exmoor,’ + the Irish Earl went on, ‘through this horrid no-rent business. + Absolute poverty, I assure you—absolute downright poverty. I’ve + had to sell the Maid of Garunda this week, you know, and three others of + the best horses in my stable, just to raise money for immediate + necessities. Wanted to buy a most interesting missal, quite unique in its + way, offered me by Menotti and Cicolari, dirt cheap, for three thousand + guineas. It’s quite a gem of late miniaturist art—vellum + folio, with borders and head-pieces by Giulio Clovio. A marvellous + bargain!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Giulio Clovio,’ said Lord Exmoor, doubtfully. ‘Who was he? + Never heard of him in my life before.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Never heard of Giulio Clovio!’ cried Lord Connemara, seizing the + opportunity with well-affected surprise. ‘You really astonish me. He + was a Croatian, I believe, or an Illyrian—I forget which—and + he studied at Rome under Giulio Romano. Wonderful draughtsman in the nude, + and fine colourist; took hints from Raphael and Michael Angelo.’ So + much he had picked up from Menotti and Cicolari, and, being a + distinguished connoisseur, had made a mental note of the facts at once, + for future reproduction upon a fitting occasion. ‘Well, this missal was + executed for Cardinal Farnese, as a companion volume to the famous Vita + Christi in the Towneley collection. You know it, of course, Lady Exmoor?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Of course,’ Lady Exmoor answered faintly, with a devout hope that + Lord Connemara wouldn’t question her any further upon the subject; + in which case she thought it would probably be the safest guess to say + that she had seen it at the British Museum or in the Hamilton Library. + </p> + <p> + But Lord Connemara luckily didn’t care to press his advantage. ‘The + Towneley volume, you see,’ he went on fluently—he was primed + to the muzzle with information on that subject—‘was given by + the Cardinal to the Pope of that time—Paul the Third, wasn’t + it, Mr. Le Breton?—and so got into the possession of old Christopher + Towneley, the antiquary. But this companion folio, it seems, the Cardinal + wouldn’t let go out of his own possession; and so it’s been + handed down in his own family (with a bar sinister, of course, Exmoor—you + remember the story of Beatrice Malatesta?) to the present time. It’s + very existence wasn’t suspected till Cicolari—wonderfully + smart fellow, Cicolari—unearthed it the other day from a descendant + of the Malatestas, in a little village in the Campagna. He offered it to + me, quite as an act of friendship, for three thousand guineas; indeed, he + begged me not to let Menotti know how cheap he was selling it, for fear he + might interfere and ask a higher price for it. Well, I naturally couldn’t + let such a chance slip me—for the credit of the family, it ought to + be in the collection—and the consequence was, though I was awfully + sorry to part with her, I was absolutely obliged to sell the Maid for + pocket-money, Lady Hilda—I assure you, for pocket-money. My tenants + won’t pay up, and nothing will make them. They’ve got the cash + actually in the bank; but they keep it there, waiting for a set of + sentimentalists in the House of Commons to interfere between us, and make + them a present of my property. Rolling in money, some of them are, I can + tell you. One man, I know as a positive fact, sold a pig last week, and + yet pretends he can’t pay me. All the fault of these horrid + communists that you were speaking of, Lady Exmoor—all the fault of + these horrid communists.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re rather a communist yourself, aren’t you, Mr. Le + Breton?’ asked Lady Hilda boldly from across the table. ‘I + remember you told me something once about cutting the throats of all the + landlords.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Exmoor looked as though a bomb-shell had dropped into the + drawing-room. ‘My dear Hilda,’ she said, ‘I’m sure + you must have misunderstood Mr. Le Breton. You can’t have meant + anything so dreadful as that, Mr. Le Breton, can you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Certainly not,’ Ernest answered, with a clear conscience. ‘Lady + Hilda has put her own interpretation upon my casual words. I haven’t + the least desire to cut anybody’s throat, even metaphorically.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda looked a little disappointed; she had hoped for a good rattling + discussion, in which Ernest was to shock the whole table—it does + people such a lot of good, you know, to have a nice round shocking; but + Ernest was evidently not inclined to show fight for her sole + gratification, and so she proceeded to her alternative amusement of + getting Lord Connemara to display the full force of his own inanity. This + was an easy and unending source of innocent enjoyment to Lady Hilda, + enhanced by the fact that she knew her father and mother were anxious to + see her Countess of Connemara, and that they would be annoyed by her + public exposition of that eligible young man’s intense selfishness + and empty-headedness. + </p> + <p> + Altogether, Ernest did not enjoy his first week at the Exmoors’. Nor + did he enjoy the second, or the third, or the fourth week much better. The + society was profoundly distasteful to him: the world was not his world, + nor the talk his talk; and he grew so sick of the perpetual discussion of + horses, dogs, pheasants, dances, and lawn tennis, with occasional + digressions on Giulio Clovio and the Connemara gallery, that he found even + a chat with Lady Hilda (who knew and cared for nothing, but liked to chat + with him because he was ‘so original’) a pleasant relief, by + comparison, from the eternal round of Lord Exmoor’s anecdotes about + famous racers or celebrated actresses. But worst of all he did not like + his work; he felt that, useless as he considered it, he was not + successfully performing even the useless function he was paid to fulfil. + Lynmouth couldn’t learn, wouldn’t learn, and wasn’t + going to learn. Ernest might as well have tried to din the necessary three + plays of Euripides into the nearest lamp-post. Nobody encouraged him to + learn in any way, indeed Lord Exmoor remembered that he himself had + scraped through somehow at Christ Church, with the aid of a private tutor + and the magic of his title, and he hadn’t the least doubt that + Lynmouth would scrape through in his turn in like manner. And so, though + most young men would have found the Dunbude tutorship the very acme of + their wishes—plenty of amusements and nothing to do for them—Ernest + Le Breton found it to the last degree irksome and unsatisfactory. Not that + he had ever to complain of any unkindliness on the part of the Exmoor + family; they were really in their own way very kind-hearted, friendly sort + of people—that is to say, towards all members of their own circle; + and as they considered Ernest one of themselves, in virtue of their + acquaintance with his mother, they really did their best to make him as + happy and comfortable as was in their power. But then he was such a very + strange young man! ‘For what on earth can you do,’ as Lord + Exmoor justly asked, ‘with a young fellow who won’t shoot, and + who won’t fish, and who won’t hunt, and who won’t even + play lansquenet?’ Such a case was clearly hopeless. He would have + liked to see more of Miss Merivale, little Lady Sybil’s governess + (for there were three children in the family); but Miss Merivale was a + timid, sensitive girl, and she did not often encourage his advances, lest + my lady should say she was setting her cap at the tutor. The consequence + was that he was necessarily thrown much upon Lady Hilda’s society; + and as Lady Hilda was laudably eager to instruct him in billiards, lawn + tennis, and sketching, he rapidly grew to be quite an adept at those + relatively moral and innocuous amusements, under her constant instruction + and supervision. + </p> + <p> + ‘It seems to me,’ said that acute observer, Lord Lynmouth, to his + special friend and confidante, the lady’s-maid, ‘that Hilda + makes a doocid sight too free with that fellow Le Breton. Don’t you + think so, Euphemia?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I should hope, my lord,’ Euphemia answered demurely, ‘that + Lady Hilda would know her own place too well to demean herself with such + as your lordship’s tutor. If I didn’t feel sure of that, I + should have to mention the matter seriously to my lady.’ + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless, the lady’s-maid immediately stored up a mental note on + the subject in the lasting tablets of her memory, and did not fail gently + to insinuate her views upon the question to Lady Exmoor, as she arranged + the pearls in the false plaits for dinner that very evening. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. — THE WOMEN OF THE LAND. + </h2> + <p> + ‘Mr. Le Breton! Mr. Le Breton! Papa says Lynmouth may go out trout-fishing + with him this afternoon. Come up with me to the Clatter. I’m going + to sketch there.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very well, Lady Hilda; if you want my criticism, I don’t mind if I + do. Let me carry your things; it’s rather a pull up, even for you, + with your box and easel!’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda gave him her sketch-book and colours, and they turned together up + the Cleave behind the Castle. + </p> + <p> + A Clatter is a peculiar Devonshire feature, composed of long loose tumbled + granite blocks piled in wild disorder along the narrow summit of a + saddle-backed hill. It differs from a tor in being less high and + castellated, as well as in its longer and narrower contour. Ernest and + Hilda followed the rough path up through the gorse and heather to the top + of the ridge, and then scrambled over the grey lichen-covered rooks + together to the big logan-stone whose evenly-poised and tilted mass + crowned the actual summit. The granite blocks were very high and rather + slippery in places, for it was rainy April weather, so that Ernest had to + take his companion’s hand more than once in his to help her over the + tallest boulders. It was a small delicate hand, though Hilda was a tall + well-grown woman; ungloved, too, for the sake of the sketching; and Hilda + didn’t seem by any means unwilling to accept Ernest’s + proffered help, though if it had been Lord Connemara who was with her + instead, she would have scorned assistance, and scaled the great mossy + masses by herself like a mountain antelope. Light-footed and lithe of limb + was Lady Hilda, as befitted a Devonshire lass accustomed to following the + Exmoor stag-hounds across their wild country on her own hunter. Yet she + seemed to find a great deal of difficulty in clambering up the Clatter on + that particular April morning, and move than once Ernest half fancied to + himself that she leaned on his arm longer than was absolutely necessary + for support or assistance over the stiffest places. + </p> + <p> + ‘Here, by the logan, Mr. Le Breton,’ she said, motioning him where + to put her camp-stool and papers. ‘That’s a good point of view + for the rocks yonder. You can lie down on the rug and give me the benefit + of your advice and assistance.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My advice is not worth taking,’ said Ernest. ‘I’m a + regular duffer at painting and sketching. You should ask Lord Connemara. + He knows all about art and that sort of thing.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Lord Connemara!’ echoed Hilda contemptuously. ‘He has a lot + of pictures in his gallery at home, and he’s been told by sensible + men what’s the right thing for him to say about them; but he knows + no more about art, really, than he knows about fiddlesticks.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Doesn’t he, indeed?’ Ernest answered languidly, not feeling + any burning desire to discuss Lord Connemara’s artistic attainments + or deficiencies. + </p> + <p> + ‘No, he doesn’t,’ Hilda went on, rather defiantly, as though + Ernest had been Lady Exmoor; ‘and most of these people that come + here don’t either. They have galleries, and they get artists and + people who understand about pictures to talk with them, and so they learn + what’s considered the proper thing to say of each of them. But as to + saying anything spontaneous or original of their own about a picture or + any other earthly thing—why, you know, Mr. Le Breton, they couldn’t + possibly do it to save their lives.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, there I should think you do them, as a class, a great injustice,’ + said Ernest, quietly; ‘you’re evidently prejudiced against + your own people. I should think that if there’s any subject on which + our old families really do know anything, it’s art. Look at their + great advantages.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nonsense,’ Hilda answered, decisively. ‘Fiddlesticks for + their advantages. What’s the good of advantages without a head on + your shoulders, I should like to know. And they haven’t got heads on + their shoulders, Mr. Le Breton; you know they haven’t.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, surely,’ said Ernest, in his simple fashion, looking the + question straight in the face as a matter of abstract truth, ‘there + must be a great deal of ability among peers and peers’ sons. All + history shows it; and it would be absurd if it weren’t so; for the + mass of peers have got their peerages by conspicuous abilities of one sort + or another, as barristers, or soldiers, or politicians, or diplomatists, + and they would naturally hand on their powers to their different + descendants.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, yes, there are some of them with brains, I suppose,’ Hilda + answered, as one who makes a great concession. ‘There’s + Herbert Alderney, who’s member for somewhere or other—Church + Stretton, I think—and makes speeches in the House; he’s + clever, they say, but such a conceited fellow to talk to. And there’s + Wilfrid Faunthorp, who writes poems, and gets them printed in the + magazines, too, because he knows the editors. And there’s Randolph + Hastings, who goes in for painting, and has little red and blue daubs at + the Grosvenor by special invitation of the director. But somehow they none + of them strike me as being really original. Whenever I meet anybody worth + talking to anywhere—in a railway train or so on—I feel sure at + once he’s an ordinary commoner, not even Honourable; and he is + invariably, you may depend upon it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That would naturally happen on the average of instances,’ Ernest + put in, smiling, ‘considering the relative frequency of peers and + commoners in this realm of England. Peers, you know, or even Honourables + are not common objects of the country, numerically speaking.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘They are to me, unfortunately,’ Hilda replied, looking at him + inquiringly. ‘I hardly ever meet anybody else, you know, and I’m + positively bored to death by them, and that’s the truth, really. It’s + most unlucky, under the circumstances, that I should happen to be the + daughter of one peer, and be offered promiscuously as wife to the highest + bidder among half a dozen others, if only I would have them. But I won’t, + Mr. Le Breton, I really won’t. I’m not going to marry a fool, + just to please my mother. Nothing on earth would induce me to marry Lord + Connemara, for example.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest looked at her and smiled, but said nothing. + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda put in a stroke or two more to her pencil outline, and then + continued her unsolicited confidences. ‘Do you know, Mr. Le Breton,’ + she went on, ‘there’s a conspiracy—the usual conspiracy, + but still a regular conspiracy I call it—between Papa and Mamma to + make me marry that stick of a Connemara. What is there in him, I should + like to know, to make any girl admire or love him? And yet half the girls + in London would be glad to get him, for all his absurdity. It’s + monstrous, it’s incomprehensible, it’s abominable; but it’s + the fact. For my part, I must say I do like a little originality. And + whenever I hear Papa, and Uncle Sussex, and Lord Connemara talking at + dinner, it does seem to me too ridiculously absurd that they should each + have a separate voice in Parliament, and that you shouldn’t even + have a fraction of a vote for a county member. What sort of superiority + has Lord Connemara over you, I wonder?’ And she looked at Ernest + again with a searching glance, to see whether he was to be moved by such a + personal and emphatic way of putting the matter. + </p> + <p> + Ernest looked back at her curiously in his serious simplicity, and only + answered, ‘There are a great many queer inequalities and absurdities + in all our existing political systems, Lady Hilda.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda smiled to herself—a quiet smile, half of disappointment, half + of complacent feminine superiority. What a stupid fellow he was in some + ways, after all! Even that silly Lord Connemara would have guessed what + she was driving at, with only a quarter as much encouragement. But Ernest + must be too much afraid of the social barrier clearly; so she began again, + this time upon a slightly different but equally obvious tack. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, there are; absurd inequalities really, Mr. Le Breton; very absurd + inequalities. You’d get rid of them all, I know. You told me that + about cutting all the landlords’ heads off, I’m sure, though + you said when I spoke about it before Mamma, the night you first came + here, that you didn’t mean it. I remember it perfectly well, because + I recollect thinking at the time the idea was so charmingly and + deliciously original.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You must be quite mistaken, Lady Hilda,’ Ernest answered calmly. + ‘You misunderstood my meaning. I said I would get rid of landlords—by + which I meant to say, get rid of them as landlords, not as individuals. I + don’t even know that I’d take away the land from them all at + once, you know (though I don’t think it’s justly theirs); I’d + deprive them of it tentatively and gradually.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, I can’t see the justice of that, I’m sure,’ Hilda + answered carelessly. ‘Either the land’s ours by right, or it + isn’t ours. If it’s ours, you ought to leave it to us for + ever; and if it isn’t ours, you ought to take it away from us at + once, and make it over to the people to whom it properly belongs. Why on + earth should you keep them a day longer out of their own?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest laughed heartily at this vehement and uncompromising + sans-culottism. ‘You’re a vigorous convert, anyhow,’ he + said, with some amusement; ‘I see you’ve profited by my + instruction. You’ve put the question very plump and straightforward. + But in practice it would be better, no doubt, gradually to educate out the + landlords, rather than to dispossess them at one blow of what they + honestly, though wrongly, imagine to be their own. Let all existing + holders keep the land during their own lifetime and their heirs’, + and resume it for the nation after their lives, allowing for the rights of + all children born of marriages between people now living.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not at all,’ Hilda answered in a tone of supreme conviction. + ‘I’m in favour of simply cutting our heads off once for all, + and making our families pay all arrears of rent from the very beginning. + That or nothing. Put the case another way. Suppose, Mr. Le Breton, there + was somebody who had got a grant from a king a long time ago, allowing him + to hang any three persons he chose annually. Well, suppose this person and + his descendants went on for a great many generations extorting money out + of other people by threatening to kill them and letting them off on + payment of a ransom. Suppose, too, they always killed three a year, some + time or other, pour encourager les autres—just to show that they + really meant it. Well, then, if one day the people grew wise enough to + inquire into the right of these licensed extortioners to their black mail, + would you say, “Don’t deprive them of it too unexpectedly. Let + them keep it during their own lifetime. Let their children hang three of + us annually after them. But let us get rid of this fine old national + custom in the third generation.” Would that be fair to the people + who would be hanged for the sake of old prescription in the interval, do + you think?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest laughed again at the serious sincerity with which she was ready to + acquiesce in his economical heresies. ‘You’re quite right,’ + he said: ‘the land is the people’s, and there’s no + reason on earth why they should starve a minute longer in order to let + Lord Connemara pay three thousand guineas for spurious copies of early + Italian manuscripts. And yet it would be difficult to get most people to + see it. I fancy, Lady Hilda, you must really be rather cleverer than most + people.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I score one,’ thought Hilda to herself, ‘and whatever + happens, whether I marry a peer or a revolutionist, I certainly won’t + marry a fool.’ ‘I’m glad you think so,’ she went + on aloud, ‘because I know your opinion’s worth having. I + should like to be clever, Mr. Le Breton, and I should like to know all + about everything, but what chance has one at Dunbude? Do you know, till + you came here, I never got any sensible conversation with anybody.’ + And she sighed gently as she put her head on one side to take a good view + of her sketchy little picture. Lady Hilda’s profile was certainly + very handsome, and she showed it to excellent advantage when she put her + head on one side. Ernest looked at her and thought so to himself; and Lady + Hilda’s quick eye, glancing sideways for a second from the paper, + noted immediately that he thought so. + </p> + <p> + ‘Mr. Le Breton,’ she began again, more confidentially than ever, + ‘one thing I’ve quite made up my mind to; I won’t be tied for + life to a stick like Lord Connemara. In fact, I won’t marry a man in + that position at all. I shall choose for myself, and marry a man for the + worth that’s in him, I assure you it’s a positive fact, I’ve + been proposed to by no fewer than six assorted Algies and Berties and + Monties in a single season; besides which some of them follow me even down + here to Dunbude. Papa and mamma are dreadfully angry because I won’t + have any of them: but I won’t. I mean to wait, and marry whoever I + choose, as soon as I find a man I can really love and honour.’ + </p> + <p> + She paused and looked hard at Ernest. ‘I can’t speak much + plainer than that,’ she thought to herself, ‘and really he + must be stupider than the Algies and the Monties themselves if he doesn’t + see I want him to propose to me. I suppose all women would say it’s + awfully unwomanly of me to lead up to his cards in this way—throwing + myself at his head they’d call it; but what does that matter? I WON’T + marry a fool, and I WILL marry a man of some originality. That’s the + only thing in the world worth troubling one’s head about. Why on + earth doesn’t he take my hand, I wonder? What further can he be + waiting for?’ Lady Hilda was perfectly accustomed to the usual + preliminaries of a declaration, and only awaited Ernest’s first step + to proceed in due order to the second. Strange to say, her heart was + actually beating a little by anticipation. It never even occurred to her—the + belle of three seasons—that possibly Ernest mightn’t wish to + marry her. So she sat looking pensively at her picture, and sighed again + quietly. + </p> + <p> + But Ernest, wholly unsuspicious, only answered, ‘You will do quite + right, Lady Hilda, to marry the man of your own choice, irrespective of + wealth or station.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda glanced up at him curiously, with a half-disdainful smile, and was + just on the point of saying, ‘But suppose the man of my own choice + won’t propose to me?’ However, as the words rose to her lips, + she felt there was a point at which even she should yield to convention: + and there were plenty of opportunities still before her, without + displaying her whole hand too boldly and immediately. So she merely turned + with another sigh, this time a genuine one, to her half-sketched outline. + ‘I shall bring him round in time,’ she said to herself, + blushing a little at her unexpected discomfiture. ‘I shall bring him round + in time; I shall make him propose to me! I don’t care if I have to + live in a lodging with him, and wash up my own tea-things; I shall marry + him; that I’m resolved upon. He’s as mad as a March hare about + his Communism and his theories and things; but I don’t care for + that; I could live with him in comfort, and I couldn’t live in + comfort with the Algies and Monties. In fact, I believe—in a sort of + way—I believe I’m almost in love with him. I have a kind of + jumpy feeling in my heart when I’m talking with him that I never + feel when I’m talking with other young men, even the nicest of them. + He’s not nice; he’s a bear; and yet, somehow, I should like to + marry him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Mr. Le Breton,’ she said aloud, ‘the sun’s all wrong + for sketching to-day, and besides it’s too chilly. I must run about + a bit among the rocks.’ (‘At least I shall take his hand to + help me,’ she thought, blushing.) ‘Come and walk with me? It’s + no use trying to draw with one’s hands freezing.’ And she + crumpled up the unfinished sketch hastily between her fingers. Ernest + jumped up to follow her; and they spent the next hour scrambling up and + down the Clatter, and talking on less dangerous subjects than Lady Hilda’s + matrimonial aspirations. + </p> + <p> + ‘Still I shall make him ask me yet,’ Lady Hilda thought to herself, + as she parted from him to go up and dress for dinner. ‘I shall + manage to marry him, somehow; or if I don’t marry him, at any rate I’ll + marry somebody like him.’ For it was really the principle, not the + person, that Lady Hilda specially insisted upon. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. — THE DAUGHTERS OF CANAAN. + </h2> + <p> + May, beautiful May, had brought the golden flowers, and the trees in the + valley behind the sleepy old town of Calcombe Pomeroy were decking + themselves in the first wan green of their early spring foliage. The + ragged robins were hanging out, pinky red, from the hedgerows; the cuckoo + was calling from the copse beside the mill stream; and the merry wee + hedge-warblers were singing lustily from the topmost sprays of hawthorn, + with their full throats bursting tremulously in the broad sunshine. And + Ernest Le Breton, too, filled with the season, had come down from Dunbude + for a fortnight’s holiday, on his premised visit to his friend + Oswald, or, to say the truth more plainly, to Oswald’s pretty little + sister Edie. For Ernest had fully made up his mind by this time what it + was he had come for, and he took the earliest possible opportunity of + taking a walk with Edie alone, through the tiny glen behind the town, + where the wee stream tumbles lazily upon the big slow-turning vanes of the + overshot mill-wheel. + </p> + <p> + ‘Let us sit down a bit on the bank here, Miss Oswald,’ he said to + his airy little companion, as they reached the old stone bridge that + crosses the stream just below the mill-house; ‘it’s such a + lovely day one feels loath to miss any of it, and the scenery here looks + so bright and cheerful after the endless brown heather and russet bracken + about Dunbude. Not that Exmoor isn’t beautiful in its way, too—all + Devonshire is beautiful alike for that matter; but then it’s more + sombre and woody in the north, and much less spring-like than this lovely + quiet South Devon country.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m so glad you like Calcombe,’ Edie said, with one of her + unfailing blushes at the indirect flattery to herself implied in praise of + her native county; ‘and you think it prettier than Dunbude, then, do + you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Prettier in its own way, yes, though not so grand of course; everything + here is on a smaller scale. Dunbude, you know, is almost mountainous.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And the Castle?’ Edie asked, bringing round the conversation to her + own quarter, ‘is that very fine? At all like Warwick, or our dear + old Arlingford?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, it isn’t a castle at all, really,’ Ernest answered; + ‘only a very big and ugly house. As architecture it’s + atrocious, though it’s comfortable enough inside for a place of the + sort.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And the Exmoors, are they nice people? What kind of girl is Lady Hilda, + now?’ Poor little Edie? she asked the question shyly, but with a + certain deep beating in her heart, for she had often canvassed with + herself the vague possibility that Ernest might actually fall in love with + Lady Hilda. Had he fallen in love with her already, or had he not? She + knew she would be able to guess the truth by his voice and manner the + moment he answered her. No man can hide that secret from a woman who loves + him. Yet it was not without a thrill and a flutter that she asked him, for + she thought to herself, what must she seem to him after all the grand + people he had been mixing with so lately at Dunbude? Was it possible he + could see anything in her, a little country village girl, coming to her + fresh from the great ladies of that unknown and vaguely terrible society? + </p> + <p> + ‘Lady Hilda!’ Ernest answered, laughing—and as he said the + words Edie knew in her heart that her question was answered, and blushed + once more in her bewitching fashion. ‘Lady Hilda! Oh, she’s a + very queer girl, indeed; she’s not at all clever, really, but she + has the one virtue of girls of her class—their perfect frankness. + She’s frank all over—no reserve or reticence at all about her. + Whatever she thinks she says, without the slightest idea that you’ll + see anything to laugh at or to find fault with in it. In matters of + knowledge, she’s frankly ignorant. In matters of taste, she’s + frankly barbaric. In matters of religion, she’s frankly heathen. And + in matters of ethics, she’s frankly immoral—or rather + extra-moral,’ he added, quickly correcting himself for the + misleading expression. + </p> + <p> + ‘I shouldn’t think from your description she can be a very nice + person,’ Edie said, greatly relieved, and pulling a few tall grasses + at her side by way of hiding her interest in the subject. ‘She can’t + be a really nice girl if she’s extra-moral, as you call it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, I don’t mean she’d cut one’s throat or pick one’s + pocket, you know,’ Ernest went on quickly, with a gentle smile. + ‘She’s got a due respect for the ordinary conventional + moralities like other people, no doubt; but in her case they’re only + social prejudices, not genuine ethical principles. I don’t suppose + she ever seriously asked herself whether anything was right or wrong or + not in her whole lifetime. In fact, I’m sure she never did; and if + anybody else were to do so, she’d be immensely surprised and + delighted at the startling originality and novelty of thought displayed in + such a view of the question.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But she’s very handsome, isn’t she?’ Edie asked, + following up her inquiry with due diligence. + </p> + <p> + ‘Handsome? oh, yes, in a bold sort of actress fashion. Very handsome, but + not, to me at least, pleasing. I believe most men admire her a great deal; + but she lacks a feminine touch dreadfully. She dashes away through + everything as if she was hunting; and she DOES hunt too, which I think bad + enough in anybody, and horrible in a woman.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you haven’t fallen in love with her, Mr. Le Breton? I half + imagined you would, you know, as I’m told she’s so very + attractive.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Fallen in love with HER, Miss Oswald! Fallen in love with Hilda + Tregellis! What an absurd notion! Heaven forbid it!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why so, please?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, in the first place, what would be the use of it? Fancy Lady Exmoor’s + horror at the bare idea of her son’s tutor falling in love with Lady + Hilda! I assure you, Miss Oswald, she would evaporate at the very mention + of such an unheard-of enormity. A man must be, if not an earl, at least a + baronet with five thousand a year, before he dare face the inexpressible + indignation of Lady Exmoor with an offer of marriage for Lady Hilda.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But people don’t always fall in love by tables of precedence,’ + Edie put in simply. ‘It’s quite possible, I suppose, for a man + who isn’t a duke himself to fall in love with a duke’s + daughter, even though the duke her papa mayn’t personally happen to + approve of the match. However, you don’t seem to think Lady Hilda + herself a pleasant girl, even apart from the question of Lady Exmoor’s + requirements?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Miss Oswald,’ Ernest said, looking at her suddenly, as she sat half + hiding her face with her parasol, and twitching more violently than ever + at the tall grasses; ‘Miss Oswald, to tell you the truth, I haven’t + been thinking much about Hilda Tregellis or any of the other girls I’ve + met at Dunbude, and for a very sufficient reason, because I’ve had + my mind too much preoccupied by somebody else elsewhere.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie blushed even more prettily than before, and held her peace, half + raising her eyes for a second in an enquiring glance at his, and then + dropping them hastily as they met, in modest trepidation. At that moment + Ernest had never seen anything so beautiful or so engaging as Edie Oswald. + </p> + <p> + ‘Edie,’ he said, beginning again more boldly, and taking her little + gloved hand almost unresistingly in his; ‘Edie, you know my secret. + I love you. Can you love me?’ + </p> + <p> + Edie looked up at him shyly, the tears glistening and trembling a little + in the corner of her big bright eyes, and for a moment she answered + nothing. Then she drew away her hand hastily and said with a sigh, ‘Mr. + Le Breton, we oughtn’t to be talking so. We mustn’t. Don’t + let us. Take me home, please, at once, and don’t say anything more + about it.’ But her heart beat within her bosom with a violence that + was not all unpleasing, and her looks half belied her words to Ernest’s + keen glance even as she spoke them. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why not, Edie?’ he said, drawing her down again gently by her + little hand as she tried to rise hesitatingly. ‘Why not? tell me. I’ve + looked into your face, and though I can hardly dare to hope it or believe + it, I do believe I read in it that you really might love me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Mr. Le Breton,’ Edie answered, a tear now quivering visibly on + either eyelash, ‘don’t ask me, please don’t ask me. I + wish you wouldn’t. Take me home, won’t you?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest dropped her hand quietly, with a little show of despondency that + was hardly quite genuine, for his eyes had already told him better. + ‘Then you can’t love me, Miss Oswald,’ he said, looking + at her closely. ‘I’m sorry for it, very sorry for it; but I’m + grieved if I have seemed presumptuous in asking you.’ + </p> + <p> + This time the two tears trickled slowly down Edie’s cheek—not + very sad tears either—and she answered hurriedly, ‘Oh, I don’t + mean that, Mr. Le Breton, I don’t mean that. You misunderstand me, I’m + sure you misunderstand me.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest caught up the trembling little hand again. ‘Then you CAN love + me, Edie?’ he said eagerly, ‘you can love me?’ + </p> + <p> + Edie answered never a word, but bowed her head and cried a little, + silently. Ernest took the dainty wee gloved hand between his own two hands + and pressed it tenderly. He felt in return a faint pressure. + </p> + <p> + ‘Then why won’t you let me love you, Edie?’ he asked, looking + at the blushing girl once more. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Mr. Le Breton,’ Edie said, rising and moving away from the path + a little under the shade of the big elm-tree, ‘it’s very wrong + of me to let you talk so. I mustn’t think of marrying you, and you + mustn’t think of marrying me. Consider the difference in our + positions.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Is that all?’ Ernest answered gaily. ‘Oh, Edie, if that’s + all, it isn’t a very difficult matter to settle. My position’s + exactly nothing, for I’ve got no money and no prospects; and if I + ask you to marry me, it must be in the most strictly speculative fashion, + with no date and no certainty. The only question is, will you consent to + wait for me till I’m able to offer you a home to live in? It’s + asking you a great deal, I know; and you’ve made me only too happy + and too grateful already; but if you’ll wait for me till we can + marry, I shall live all my life through to repay you for your sacrifice.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But, Mr. Le Breton,’ Edie said, turning towards the path and drying + her eyes quickly, ‘I really don’t think you ought to marry me. + The difference in station is so great—even Harry would allow the + difference in station. Your father was a great man, and a general and a + knight, you know; and though my dear father is the best and kindest of + men, he isn’t anything of that sort, of course.’ + </p> + <p> + A slight shade of pain passed across Ernest’s face. ‘Edie,’ + he said, ‘please don’t talk about that—please don’t. My + father was a just and good man, whom I loved and honoured deeply; if there’s + anything good in any of us boys, it comes to us from my dear father. But + please don’t speak to me about his profession. It’s one of the + griefs and troubles of my life. He was a soldier, and an Indian soldier + too; and if there’s anything more certain to me than the principle + that all fighting is very wrong and indefensible, it’s the principle + that our rule in India is utterly unjust and wicked. So instead of being + proud of my father’s profession, much as I respected him, I’m + profoundly ashamed of it; and it has been a great question to me always + how far I was justified at all in living upon the pension given me for his + Indian services.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie looked at him half surprised and half puzzled. It was to her such an + odd and unexpected point of view. But she felt instinctively that Ernest + really and deeply meant what he said, and she knew she must not allude to + the subject again. ‘I beg your pardon,’ she said simply, + ‘if I’ve put it wrong; yet you know I can’t help feeling + the great disparity in our two situations.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Edie,’ said Ernest, looking at her again with all his eyes—‘I’m + going to call you “Edie” always now, so that’s + understood between us. Well, I shall tell you exactly how I feel about + this matter. From the first moment I saw you I felt drawn towards you, I + felt that I couldn’t help admiring you and sympathising with you and + loving you. If I dared I would have spoken to you that day at Iffley; but + I said to myself “She will not care for me; and besides, it would be + wrong of me to ask her just yet.” I had nothing to live upon, and I + oughtn’t to ask you to wait for me—you who are so pretty, and + sweet and good, and clever—I ought to leave you free to your natural + prospect of marrying some better man, who would make you happier than I + can ever hope to do. So I tried to put the impulse aside; I waited, saying + to myself that if you really cared for me a little bit, you would still + care for me when I came to Calcombe Pomeroy. But then my natural + selfishness overcame me—you can forgive me for it, Edie; how could I + help it when I had once seen you? I began to be afraid some other man + would be beforehand with you; and I liked you so much I couldn’t + bear to think of the chance that you might be taken away from me before I + asked you. All day long, as I’ve been walking alone on those high + grey moors at Dunbude, I’ve been thinking of you; and at last I made + up my mind that I MUST come and ask you to be my wife—some time—whenever + we could afford to marry. I know I’m asking you to make a great + sacrifice for me; it’s more than I have any right to ask you; I’m + ashamed of myself for asking it; I can only make you a poor man’s + wife, and how long I may have to wait even for that I can’t say; but + if you’ll only consent to wait for me, Edie, I’ll do the best + that lies in me to make you as happy and to love you as well as any man on + earth could ever do.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie turned her face towards his, and said softly, ‘Mr. Le Breton, I + will wait for you as long as ever you wish; and I’m so happy, oh so + happy.’ + </p> + <p> + There was a pause for a few moments, and then, as they walked homeward + down the green glen, Edie said, with something more of her usual archness, + ‘So after all you haven’t fallen in love with Lady Hilda! Do + you know, Mr. Le Breton, I rather fancied at Oxford you liked me just a + little tiny bit; but when I heard you were going to Dunbude I said to + myself, “Ah, now he’ll never care for a quiet country girl + like me!” And when I knew you were coming down here to Calcombe, + straight from all those grand ladies at Dunbude, I felt sure you’d + be disenchanted as soon as you saw me, and never think anything more about + me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you liked me, Edie?’ Ernest asked eagerly. ‘You wanted + me really to come to Calcombe to see you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Of course I did, Mr. Le Breton. I’ve liked you from the first + moment I saw you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m so glad,’ Ernest went on quickly. ‘I believe all + real love is love at first sight. I wouldn’t care myself to be loved + in any other way. And you thought I might fall in love with Lady Hilda?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, you know, she is sure to be so handsome, and so accomplished, and + to have had so many advantages that I have never had. I was afraid I + should seem so very simple to you after Lady Hilda.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Edie!’ cried Ernest, stopping a moment, and gazing at the + little light airy figure. ‘I only wish you could know the + difference. Coming from Dunbude to Calcombe is like coming from darkness + into light. Up there one meets with nobody but essentially vulgar-minded + selfish people—people whose whole life is passed in thinking and + talking about nothing but dogs, and horses, and partridges, and salmon; + racing, and hunting, and billiards, and wines; amusements, amusements, + amusements, all of them coarse and most of them cruel, all day long. Their + talk is just like the talk of grooms and gamekeepers in a public-house + parlour, only a little improved by better English and more money. Will + So-and-so win the Derby? What a splendid run we had with the West Somerset + on Wednesday! Were you in at the death of that big fox at Coulson’s + Corner? Ought the new vintages of Madeira to be bottled direct or sent + round the Cape like the old ones? Capital burlesque at the Gaiety, but + very slow at the Lyceum. Who will go to the Duchess of Dorsetshire’s + dance on the twentieth:—and so forth for ever. Their own petty round + of selfish pleasures from week’s end to week’s end—no + thought of anybody else, no thought of the world at large, no thought even + of any higher interest in their own personalities. Their politics are just + a selfish calculation of their own prospects—land, Church, capital, + privilege. Their religion (when they have any) is just a selfish regard + for their own personal future welfare. From the time I went to Dunbude to + this day, I’ve never heard a single word about any higher thought of + any sort—I don’t mean only about the troubles or the + aspirations of other people, but even about books, about science, about + art, about natural beauty. They live in a world of amusing oneself and of + amusing oneself in vulgar fashions—as a born clown would do if he + came suddenly into a large fortune. The women are just as bad as the men, + only in a different way—not always even that; for most of them think + only of the Four-in-hand Club and the pigeon-shooting at Hurlingham—things + to sicken one. Now, I’ve known selfish people before, but not + selfish people utterly without any tincture of culture. I come away from + Dunbude, and come down here to Calcombe: and the difference in the + atmosphere makes one’s very breath come and go freer. And I look at + you, Edie, and think of you beside Lady Hilda Tregellis, and I laugh in my + heart at the difference that artificial rules have made between you. I + wish you knew how immeasurably her superior you are in every way. The fact + is, it’s a comfort to escape from Dunbude for a while and get down + here to feel oneself once more, in the only true sense of the word, in a + little good society.’ + </p> + <p> + While these things were happening in the Bourne Close, palsied old Miss + Luttrell, mumbling and grumbling inarticulately to herself, was slowly + tottering down the steep High Street of Calcombe Pomeroy, on her way to + the village grocer’s. She shambled in tremulously to Mrs. Oswald’s + counter, and seating herself on a high stool, as was her wont, laid + herself out distinctly for a list of purchases and a good deliberate + ill-natured gossip. + </p> + <p> + ‘Two pounds of coffee, if you please, Mrs. Oswald,’ she began with a + quaver; ‘coffee, mind, I say, not chicory; your stuff always has the + smallest possible amount of flavour in it, it seems to me, for the largest + possible amount of quantity; all chicory, all chicory—no decent + coffee to be had now in Calcombe Pomeroy. So your son’s at home this + week, is he? Out of work, I suppose? I saw him lounging about on the + beach, idling away his time, yesterday; pity he wasn’t at some + decent trade, instead of hanging about and doing nothing, as if he was a + gentleman. Five pounds of lump sugar, too; good lump sugar, though I + expect I shall get nothing but beetroot; it’s all beetroot now, my + brother tells me; they’ve ruined the West Indies with their + emancipation fads and their differential duties and the Lord knows what—we + had estates in the West Indies ourselves, all given up to our negroes + nowadays—and now I believe they have to pay the French a bounty or + something of the sort to induce them to make sugar out of beetroot, + because the negroes won’t work without whipping, so I understand; + that’s what comes in the end of your Radical fal-lal notions. Well, + five pounds of lump, and five pounds of moist, though the one’s as + bad as the other, really. A great pity about your son. I hope he’ll + get a place again soon. It must be a trial to you to have him so idle!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, no, ma’am, it’s not,’ Mrs. Oswald answered, with + such self-restraint as she could command. ‘It’s not much of a + trial to his father and me, for we’re glad to let him have a little + rest after working so hard at Oxford. He works too hard, ma’am, but + he gets compensation for it, don’t ‘ee see, Miss Luttrell, for + he’s just been made a Fellow of the Royal Society—“for + his mathematical eminence,” the “Times” says—a + Fellow of the Royal Society.’ + </p> + <p> + Even this staggering blow did not completely crush old Miss Luttrell. + ‘Fellow of the Royal Society,’ she muttered feebly through her + remaining teeth. ‘Must be some mistake somewhere, Mrs. Oswald—quite + impossible. A very meritorious young man, your son, doubtless; but a + National schoolmaster’s hardly likely to be made a Fellow of the + Royal Society. Oh, I remember you told me he’s not a National + schoolmaster, but has something to do at one of the Oxford colleges. Yes, + yes; I see what it is—Fellow of the Royal Geographical Society. You + subscribe a guinea, and get made a Fellow by subscription, just for the + sake of writing F.R.G.S. after your name; it gives a young man a look of + importance.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, Miss Luttrell, it isn’t that; it’s THE Royal Society; and + if you’ll wait a moment, ma’am, I’ll fetch you the + president’s letter, and the diploma, to let you see it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, no occasion to trouble yourself, Mrs. Oswald!’ the old lady put + in, almost with alacrity, for she had herself seen the announcement of + Harry Oswald’s election in the ‘Times’ a few days + before. ‘No occasion to trouble yourself, I’m sure; I daresay + you may be right, and at any rate it’s no business of mine, thank + heaven. I never want to poke my nose into anybody else’s business. + Well, talking of Oxford, Mrs. Oswald, there’s a very nice young man + down here at present; I wonder if you know where he’s lodging? I + want to ask him to dinner. He’s a young Mr. Le Breton—one of + the Cheshire Le Bretons, you know. His father was Sir Owen Le Breton, a + general in the Indian army—brother officer of Major Standish + Luttrell’s and very nice people in every way. Lady Le Breton’s + a great friend of the Archdeacon’s, so I should like to show her son + some little attention. He’s had a very distinguished career at + Oxford—your boy may have heard his name, perhaps—and now he’s + acting as tutor to Lord Lynmouth, the eldest son of Lord Exmoor, you know; + Lady Exmoor was a second cousin of my brother’s wife; very nice + people, all of them. The Le Bretons are a really good family, you see; and + the Archdeacon’s exceedingly fond of them. So I thought if you could + tell me where this young man is lodging—you shop-people pick up all + the gossip in the place, always—I’d ask him to dinner to meet + the Rector and Colonel Turnbull and my nephew, who would probably be able + to offer him a little shooting.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There’s no partridges about in May, Miss Luttrell,’ said Mrs. + Oswald, quietly smiling to herself at the fancy picture of Ernest seated + in congenial converse with the Rector, Colonel Turnbull, and young + Luttrell; ‘but as to Mr. Le Breton, I DO happen to know where he’s + stopping, though it’s not often that I know any Calcombe gossip, + save and except what you’re good enough to tell me when you drop in, + ma’am; for Mr. Le Breton’s stopping here, in this house, with + us, ma’am, this very minute.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘In this house, Mrs. Oswald!’ the old lady cried with a start, + wagging her unsteady old head this time in genuine surprise; ‘why, I + didn’t know you let lodgings. I thought you and your daughter were + too much of fine ladies for THAT, really. I’m glad to hear it. I’ll + leave a note for him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, Miss Luttrell, we don’t let lodgings, ma’am, and we don’t + need to,’ Mrs. Oswald answered, proudly. ‘Mr. Le Breton’s + stopping here as my son’s guest. They were friends at Oxford + together: and now that Mr. Le Breton has got his holiday, like, Harry’s + asked him down to spend a fortnight at Calcombe Pomeroy. And if you’ll + leave a note I’ll be very happy to give it to him as soon as he + comes in, for he’s out walking now with Harry and Edith.’ + </p> + <p> + Old Miss Luttrell sat for half a minute in unwonted silence, revolving in + her poor puzzled head what line of tactics she ought to adopt under such a + very singular and annoying combination of circumstances. Stopping at the + village grocer’s!—this was really too atrocious! The Le + Bretons were all as mad as hatters, that she knew well; all except the + mother, who was a sensible person, and quite rational. But old Sir Owen + was a man with the most absurd religious fancies—took an interest in + the souls of the soldiers; quite right and proper, of course, in a + chaplain, but really too ridiculous in a regular field officer. No doubt + Ernest Le Breton had taken up some equally extraordinary notions—liberty, + equality, fraternity, and a general massacre, probably; and he had picked + up Harry Oswald as a suitable companion in his revolutionary schemes and + fancies. There was no knowing what stone wall one of those mad Le Bretons + might choose to run his head against. Still, the practical difficulty + remained—how could she extricate herself from this awkward dilemma + in such a way as to cover herself with glory, and inflict another bitter + humiliation on poor Mrs. Oswald? If only she had known sooner that Ernest + was stopping at the Oswalds, she wouldn’t have been so loud in + praise of the Le Breton family; she would in that case have dexterously + insinuated that Lady Le Breton was only a half-pay officer’s widow, + living on her pension; and that her boys had got promotion at Oxford as + poor scholars, through the Archdeacon’s benevolent influence. It was + too late now, however, to adopt that line of defence; and she fell back + accordingly upon the secondary position afforded her by the chance of + taking down Mrs. Oswald’s intolerable insolence in another fashion. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, he’s out walking with your daughter, is he?’ she said, + maliciously. ‘Out walking with your daughter, Mrs. Oswald, NOT with your + son. I saw her passing down the meadows half an hour ago with a strange + young man; and her brother stopped behind near the millpond. A strange + young man; yes, I noticed particularly that he looked like a gentleman, + and I was quite surprised that you should let her walk out with him in + that extraordinary manner. Depend upon it, Mrs. Oswald, when young + gentlemen in Mr. Le Breton’s position go out walking with young + women in your daughter’s position, they mean no good by it—they + mean no good by it. Take my advice, Mrs. Oswald, and don’t permit + it. Mr. Le Breton’s a very nice young man, and well brought up no + doubt—I know his mother’s a woman of principle—still, + young men will be young men; and if your son goes bringing down his fine + Oxford acquaintances to Calcombe Pomeroy, and you and your husband go + flinging Miss Jemima—her name’s Jemima, I think—at the + young men’s heads, why, then, of course, you must take the + consequences—you must take the consequences!’ And with this + telling Parthian shot discharged carefully from the shadow of the doorway, + accompanied by a running comment of shrugs, nods, and facial distortions, + old Miss Luttrell successfully shuffled herself out of the shop, her list + unfinished, leaving poor Mrs. Oswald alone and absolutely speechless with + indignation. Ernest Le Breton never got a note of invitation from the + Squire’s sister: but before nightfall all that was visitable in + Calcombe Pomeroy had heard at full length of the horrid conspiracy by + which those pushing upstart Oswalds had inveigled a son of poor Lady Le + Breton’s down to stop with them, and were now trying to ruin his + prospects by getting him to marry their brazen-faced hussey, Jemima Edith. + </p> + <p> + When Edie returned from her walk that afternoon, Mrs. Oswald went up into + her bedroom to see her daughter. She knew at once from Edie’s + radiant blushing face and moist eyes what had taken place, and she kissed + the pretty shrinking girl tenderly on her forehead. ‘Edie darling, I hope + you will be happy,’ she whispered significantly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you guess it all, mother dear?’ asked Edie, relieved that she + need not tell her story in set words. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, darling,’ said the mother, kissing her again. ‘And you + said “yes.”’ + </p> + <p> + Edie coloured once more. ‘I said “yes,” mother, for I + love him dearly.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘He’s a dear fellow,’ the mother answered gently; ‘and I’m + sure he’ll do his best to make you happy.’ + </p> + <p> + Later on in the day, Harry came up and knocked at Edie’s door. His + mother had told him all about it, and so had Ernest. ‘Popsy,’ + he said, kissing her also, ‘I congratulate you. I’m so glad + about it. Le Breton’s the best fellow I know, and I couldn’t + wish you a better or a kinder husband. You’ll have to wait for him, + but he’s worth waiting for. He’s a good fellow and a clever + fellow, and an affectionate fellow; and his family are everything that + could be desired. It’ll be a splendid thing for you to be able to + talk in future about “my mother-in law, Lady Le Breton.” + Depend upon it, Edie dear, that always counts for something in society.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie blushed again, but this time with a certain tinge of shame and + disappointment. She had never thought of that herself, and she was hurt + that Harry should think and speak of it at such a moment. She felt with a + sigh it was unworthy of him and unworthy of the occasion. Truly the iron + of Pi and its evaluations had entered deeply into his soul! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. — CULTURE AND CULTURE. + </h2> + <p> + ‘I wonder, Berkeley,’ said Herbert Le Breton, examining a coin + curiously, ‘what on earth can ever have induced you, with your ideas + and feelings, to become a parson!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear Le Breton, your taste, like good wine, improves with age,’ + answered Berkeley, coldly. ‘There are many reasons, any one of which + may easily induce a sensible man to go into the Church. For example, he + may feel a disinterested desire to minister to the souls of his poorer + neighbours; or he may be first cousin to a bishop; or he may be attracted + by an ancient and honourable national institution; or he may possess a + marked inclination for albs and chasubles; or he may reflect upon the + distinct social advantages of a good living; or he may have nothing else + in particular to do; or he may simply desire to rouse the impertinent + curiosity of all the indolent quidnuncs of his acquaintance, without the + remotest intention of ever gratifying their underbred Paul Pry + proclivities.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert Le Breton winced a little—he felt he had fairly laid himself + open to this unmitigated rebuff—but he did not retire immediately + from his untenable position. ‘I suppose,’ he said quietly, + ‘there are still people who really do take a practical interest in + other people’s souls—my brother Ronald does for one—but + the idea is positively too ridiculous. Whenever I read any argument upon + immortality it always seems to me remarkably cogent, if the souls in + question were your soul and my soul; but just consider the transparent + absurdity of supposing that every Hodge Chawbacon, and every rheumatic old + Betty Martin, has got a soul, too, that must go on enduring for all + eternity! The notion’s absolutely ludicrous. What an infinite + monotony of existence for the poor old creatures to endure for ever—being + bored by their own inane personalities for a million aeons! It’s + simply appalling to think of!’ + </p> + <p> + But Berkeley wasn’t going to be drawn into a theological discussion—that + was a field which he always sedulously and successfully avoided. ‘The + immortality of the soul,’ he said quietly, ‘is a Platonic + dogma too frequently confounded, even by moderately instructed persons + like yourself, Le Breton, with the Church’s very different doctrine + of the resurrection of the body. Upon this latter subject, my dear fellow, + about which you don’t seem to be quite clear or perfectly sound in + your views, you’ll find some excellent remarks in Bishop Pearson on + the Creed—a valuable work which I had the pleasure of studying + intimately for my ordination examination.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Really, Berkeley, you’re the most incomprehensible and mysterious + person I ever met in my whole lifetime!’ said Herbert, dryly. + ‘I believe you take a positive delight in deceiving and mystifying + one. Do you seriously mean to tell me you feel any interest at the present + time of day in books written by bishops?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A modern bishop,’ Berkeley answered calmly, ‘is an + unpicturesque but otherwise estimable member of a very distinguished + ecclesiastical order, who ought not lightly to be brought into ridicule by + lewd or lay persons. On that ground, I have always been in favour myself + of gradually reforming his hat, his apron, and even his gaiters, which + doubtless serve to render him at least conspicuous if not positively + absurd in the irreverent eyes of a ribald generation. But as to + criticising his literary or theological productions, my dear fellow, that + would be conduct eminently unbecoming in a simple curate, and savouring of + insubordination even in the person of an elderly archdeacon. I decline, + therefore, to discuss the subject, especially with a layman on whose + orthodoxy I have painful doubts.—Where’s Oswald? Is he up yet?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No; he’s down in Devonshire, my brother Ernest writes me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What, at Dunbude? What’s Oswald doing there?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh dear no; not at Dunbude: the peerage hasn’t yet adopted him—at + a place called Calcombe Pomeroy, where it seems he lives. Ernest has gone + down there from Exmoor for a fortnight’s holiday. You remember, + Oswald has a pretty sister—I met her here in your rooms last + October, in fact—and I apprehend she may possibly form a measurable + portion of the local attractions. A pretty face goes a long way with some + people.’ + </p> + <p> + Berkeley drew a deep breath, and looked uneasily out of the window. This + was dangerous news, indeed! What, little Miss Butterfly, has the boy with + the gauze net caught sight of you already? Will he trap you and imprison + you so soon in his little gilded matrimonial cage, enticing you thereinto + with soft words and, sugared compliments to suit your dainty, delicate + palate? and must I, who have meant to chase you for the chief ornament of + my own small cabinet, be only in time to see you pinioned and cabined in + your white lace veils and other pretty disguised entanglements, for his + special and particular delectation? This must be looked into, Miss + Butterfly; this must be prevented. Off to Calcombe Pomeroy, then, or other + parts unknown, this very next to-morrow; and let us fight out the + possession of little Miss Butterfly with our two gauze nets in opposition—mine + tricked as prettily as I can trick it with tags and ends of + art-allurements and hummed to in a delicate tune—before this + interloping anticipating Le Breton has had time to secure you absolutely + for himself. Too austere for you, little Miss Butterfly; good in his way, + and kindly meaning, but too austere. Better come and sun yourself in the + modest wee palace of art that I mean to build myself some day in some + green, sunny, sloping valley, where your flittings will not be rudely + disturbed by breath of poverty, nor your pretty feathery wings ruthlessly + clipped with a pair of doctrinaire, ethico-socialistic scissors. To + Calcombe, then, to Calcombe—and not a day’s delay before I get + there. So much of thought, in his own quaint indefinite fashion, flitted + like lightning through Arthur Berkeley’s perturbed mind, as he stood + gazing wistfully for one second out of his pretty latticed creeper-clad + window. Then he remembered himself quickly with a short little sigh, and + turned to answer Herbert Le Breton’s last half-sneering innuendo. + </p> + <p> + ‘Something more than a pretty face merely,’ he said, surveying + Herbert coldly from head to foot; ‘a heart too, and a mind, for all + her flitting, not wholly unfurnished with good, sensible, solid mahogany + English furniture. You may be sure Harry Oswald’s sister isn’t + likely to be wanting in wits, at any rate.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oswald’s a curious fellow,’ Herbert went on, changing the + venue, as he always did when he saw Berkeley was really in earnest; + ‘he’s very clever, certainly, but he can never outlive his + bourgeois origin. The smell of tea sticks about him somehow to the end of + the chapter. Don’t you know, Berkeley, there are some fellows whose + clothes seem to have been born with them, they fit so perfectly and impede + their movement so little; while there are other fellows whose clothes look + at once as if they’d been made for them by a highly respectable but + imperfectly successful tailor. That’s just what I always think about + Harry Oswald in the matter of culture. He’s got a great deal of + culture, the very best culture, from the very best shop—Oxford, in + fact—dressed himself up in the finest suit of clothes from the most + fashionable mental tailor; but it doesn’t seem to fit him naturally. + He moves about in it uneasily, like a man unaccustomed to be clothed by a + good workman. He looks in his mental upholstery like a greengrocer in + evening dress. Now there’s all the difference in the world between + that sort of put-on culture and culture in the grain, isn’t there? + You may train up a grocer’s son to read Dante, and to play + Mendelssohn’s Lieder, and to admire Fra Angelico; but you can’t + train him up to wear these things lightly and gracefully upon him as you + and I do, who come by them naturally. WE are born to the sphere; HE rises + to it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You think so, Le Breton?’ asked the curate with a quiet and + suppressed smile, as he thought silently of the placid old shoemaker. + </p> + <p> + ‘Think so! my dear fellow, I’m sure of it. I can spot a man of birth + from a man of mere exterior polish any day, anywhere. Talk as much + nonsense as you like about all men being born free and equal—they’re + not. They’re born with natural inequalities in their very nerve and + muscle. When I was an undergraduate, I startled one of the tutors of that + time by beginning my English essay once, “All men are by nature born + free and unequal.” I stick to it still; it’s the truth. They + say it takes three generations to make a gentleman; nonsense utterly; it + takes at least a dozen. You can’t work out the common fibre in such + a ridiculous hurry. That results as a simple piece of deductive reasoning + from all modern theories of heredity and variation.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I agree with you in part, Le Breton,’ the parson said, eyeing him + closely; ‘in part but not altogether. What you say about Oswald’s + very largely true. His culture sits upon him like a suit made to order, + not like a skin in which he was born. But don’t you think that’s + due more to the individual man than to the class he happens to belong to? + It seems to me there are other men who come from the same class as Oswald, + or even from lower classes, but whose culture is just as much ingrained + as, say, my dear fellow, yours is. They were born, no doubt, of naturally + cultivated parents. And that’s how your rule about the dozen + generations that go to make a gentleman comes really true. I believe + myself it takes a good many generations; but then none of them need have + been gentlemen, in the ordinary sense of the word, before him. A + gentleman, if I’m to use the expression as implying the good + qualities conventionally supposed to be associated with it, a gentleman + may be the final outcome and efflorescence of many past generations of + quiet, unobtrusive, working-man culture—don’t you think so?’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert Le Breton smiled incredulously. ‘I don’t know that I + do, quite,’ he answered languidly. ‘I confess I attach more + importance than you do to the mere question of race and family. A + thoroughbred differs from a cart-horse, and a greyhound from a vulgar + mongrel, in mind and character as well as in body. Oswald seems to me in + all essentials a bourgeois at heart even now.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But remember,’ Berkeley said, rather warmly for him, ‘the + bourgeois class in England is just the class which must necessarily find + it hardest to throw off the ingrained traces of its early origin. It has + intermarried for a long time—long enough to have produced a distinct + racial type like those you speak of among dogs and horses—the + Philistine type, in fact—and when it tries to emerge, it must + necessarily fight hard against the innate Philistinism of which it is + conscious in its own constitution. No class has had its inequality with + others, its natural inferiority, so constantly and cruelly thrust in its + face; certainly the working-man has not. The working-man who makes efforts + to improve himself is encouraged; the working-man who rises is taken by + the hand; the working-man, whatever he does, is never sneered at. But it’s + very different with the shopkeeper. Naturally a little prone to servility—that + comes from the very necessities of the situation—and laudably + anxious to attain the level of those he considers his superiors, he gets + laughed at on every hand. Being the next class below society, society is + always engaged in trying to keep him out and keep him down. On the other + hand, he naturally forms his ideal of what is fine and worth imitating + from the example of the class above him; and therefore, considering what + that class is, he has unworthy aims and snobbish desires. Either in his + own person, or in the persons of his near relations, the wholesale + merchant and the manufacturer—all bourgeois alike—he supplies + the mass of nouveaux riches who are the pet laughing-stock of all our + playwrights, and novelists, and comic papers. So the bourgeois who really + knows he has something in him, like Harry Oswald, feels from the beginning + painfully conscious of the instability of his position, and of the fact + that men like you are cutting jokes behind his back about the smell of tea + that still clings to him. That’s a horrible drag to hold a man back—the + sense that he must always be criticised as one of his own class—and + that a class with many recognised failings. It makes him self-conscious, + and I believe self-consciousness is really at the root of that slight + social awkwardness you think you notice in Harry Oswald. A working-man’s + son need never feel that. I feel sure there are working-men’s sons + who go through the world as gentlemen mixing with gentlemen, and never + give the matter of their birth one moment’s serious consideration. + Their position never troubles them, and it never need trouble them. Put it + to yourself, now, Le Breton. Suppose I were to tell you my father was a + working shoemaker, for example, or a working carpenter, you’d never + think anything more about it; but if I were to tell you he was a grocer, + or a baker, or a confectioner, or an ironmonger, you’d feel a + certain indefinable class barrier set up between us two immediately and + ever after. Isn’t it so, now?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Perhaps it is,’ Herbert answered dubitatively. ‘But as he’s + probably neither the one nor the other, the hypothesis isn’t worth + seriously discussing. I must go off now; I’ve got a lecture at + twelve. Good-bye. Don’t forget the tickets for Thursday’s + concert.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley looked after him with a contemptuous smile. ‘The + outcome of a race himself,’ he thought, ‘and not the best side + of that race either. I was half tempted, in the heat of argument, to blurt + out to him the whole truth about the dear gentle old Progenitor; but I’m + glad I didn’t now. After all, it’s no use to cast your pearls + before swine. For Herbert’s essentially a pig—a selfish + self-centred pig; no doubt a very refined and cultivated specimen of + pigdom—the best breed; but still a most emphatic and consummate pig + for all that. Not the same stuff in him that there is in Ernest—a + fibre or two wanting somewhere. But I mustn’t praise Ernest—a + rival! a rival! It’s war to the death between us two now, and no + quarter. He’s a good fellow, and I like him dearly; but all’s + fair in love and war; and I must go down to Calcombe to-morrow morning and + forestall him immediately. Dear little Miss Butterfly, ‘tis for your + sake; you shall not be pinched and cramped to suit the Procrustean measure + of Ernest Le Breton’s communistic fancies. You shall fly free in the + open air, and flash your bright silken wings, decked out bravely in scales + of many hues, not toned down to too sober and quaker-like a suit of drab + and dove-colour. You were meant by nature for the sunshine and the summer; + you shall not be worried and chilled and killed with doses of heterodox + political economy and controversial ethics. Better even a country rectory + (though with a bad Late Perpendicular church), and flowers, and picnics, + and lawn-tennis, and village small-talk, and the squire’s + dinner-parties, than bread and cheese and virtuous poverty in a London + lodging with Ernest Le Breton. Romance lives again. The beautiful maiden + is about to be devoured by a goggle-eyed monster, labelled on the back + “Experimental Socialism”; the red cross knight flies to her + aid, and drives away the monster by his magic music. Lance in rest! lyre + at side! third class railway ticket in pocket! A Berkeley to the rescue! + and there you have it.’ And as he spoke, he tilted with his pen at + an imaginary dragon supposed to be seated in the crimson rocking-chair by + the wainscotted fireplace. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, I must certainly go down to Calcombe. No use putting it off any + longer. I’ve arranged to go next summer to London, to keep house for + the dear old Progenitor; the music is getting asked for, two requests for + more this very morning; trade is looking up. I shall throw the curacy + business overboard (what chance for modest merit that ISN’T first + cousin to a Bishop in the Church as at present constituted?) and take to + composing entirely for a livelihood. I wouldn’t ask Miss Butterfly + before, because I didn’t wish to tie her pretty wings prematurely; + but a rival! that’s quite a different matter. What right has he to + go poaching on my preserves, I should like to know, and trying to catch + the little gold fish I want to entice for my own private and particular + fish-pond! An interloper, to be turned out unmercifully. So off to + Calcombe, and that quickly.’ + </p> + <p> + He sat down to his desk, and taking out some sheets of blank music-paper, + began writing down the score of a little song at which he had been + working. So he continued till lunch-time, and then, turning to the table + when the scout called him, took his solitary lunch of bread and butter, + with a volume of Petrarch set open before him as he eat. He was lazily + Englishing the soft lines of the original into such verse as suited his + fastidious ear, when the scout came in suddenly once more, bringing in his + hand the mid-day letters. One of them bore the Calcombe postmark. ‘Strange,’ + Berkeley said to himself; ‘at the very moment when I was thinking of + going there. An invitation perhaps; the age of miracles is not yet past—don’t + they see spirits in a conjuror’s room in Regent Street?—from + Oswald, too; by Jove, it must be an invitation.’ And he ran his eye + down the page rapidly, to see if there was any mention of little Miss + Butterfly. Yes; there was her name on the second sheet; what could her + brother have to say to him about her? + </p> + <p> + ‘We have Ernest Le Breton down here now,’ Oswald wrote, ‘on a + holiday from the Exmoors’, and you may be surprised to hear that I + shall probably have him sooner or later for a brother-in-law. He has + proposed to and been accepted by my sister Edith; and though it is likely, + as things stand at present, to be a rather long engagement (for Le Breton + has nothing to marry upon), we are all very much pleased about it here at + Calcombe. He is just the exact man I should wish my sister to marry; so + pleasant and good and clever, and so very well connected. Felicitate us, + my dear Berkeley!’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley laid the letter down with a quiet sigh, and folded his + hands despondently before him. He hadn’t seen very much of Edie, yet + the disappointment was to him a very bitter one. It had been a pleasant + day-dream, truly, and he was both to part with it so unexpectedly. ‘Poor + little Miss Butterfly,’ he said to himself, tenderly and + compassionately; ‘poor, airy, flitting, bright-eyed little Miss + Butterfly. I must give you up, must I, and Ernest Le Breton must take you + for better, for worse, must he? La reyne le veult, it seems, and her word + is law. I’m afraid he’s hardly the man to make you happy, + little lady; kind-hearted, well-meaning, but too much in earnest, too much + absorbed in his ideas of right for a world where right’s impossible, + and every man for himself is the wretched sordid rule of existence. He + will overshadow and darken your bright little life, I fear me; not + intentionally—he couldn’t do that—but by his Quixotic + fads and fancies; good fads, honest fads, but fads wholly impracticable in + this jarring universe of clashing interests, where he who would swim must + keep his own head steadily above water, and he who minds his neighbour + must sink like lead to the unfathomable bottom. He will sink, I doubt not, + poor little Miss Butterfly; he will sink inevitably, and drag you down + with him, down, down, down to immeasurable depths of poverty and despair. + Oh, my poor little butterfly, I’m sorry for you, and sorry for + myself. It was a pretty dream, and I loved it dearly. I had made you a + queen in my fancy, and throned you in my heart, and now I have to dethrone + you again, me miserable, and have my poor lonely heart bare and queenless!’ + </p> + <p> + The piano was open, and he went over to it instinctively, strumming a few + wild bars out of his own head, made up hastily on the spur of the moment. + ‘No, not dethrone you,’ he went on, leaning back on the + music-stool, and letting his hand wander aimlessly over the keys; ‘not + dethrone you; I shall never, never be able to do that. Little Miss + Butterfly, your image is stamped there too deep for dethronement, stamped + there for ever, indelibly, ineffaceably, not to be washed out by tears or + laughter. Ernest Le Breton may take you and keep you; you are his; you + have chosen him, and you have chosen in most things not unwisely, for he’s + a good fellow and true (let me be generous in the hour of disappointment + even to the rival, the goggle-eyed impracticable dragon monstrosity), but + you are mine, too, for I won’t give you up; I can’t give you + up; I must live for you still, even if you know it not. Little woman, I + will work for you and I will watch over you; I will be your earthly + Providence; I will try to extricate you from the quagmires into which the + well-meaning, short-sighted dragon will infallibly lead you. Dear little + bright soul, my heart aches for you; I know the trouble you are bringing + upon yourself; but la reyne le veult, and it is not your humble servitor’s + business to interfere with your royal pleasure. Still, you are mine, for I + am yours; yours, body and soul; what else have I to live for? The dear old + Progenitor can’t be with us many years longer; and when he is gone + there will be nothing left me but to watch over little Miss Butterfly and + her Don Quixote of a future husband. A man can’t work and slave and + compose sonatas for himself alone—the idea’s disgusting, + piggish, worthy only of Herbert Le Breton; I must do what I can for the + little queen, and for her balloon-navigating Utopian Ernest. Thank heaven, + no law prevents you from loving in your own heart the one woman whom you + have once loved, no matter who may chance to marry her. Go, day-dream, + fly, vanish, evaporate; the solid core remains still—my heart, and + little Miss Butterfly. I have loved her once, and I shall love her, I + shall love her for ever!’ + </p> + <p> + He crumpled the letter up in his fingers, and flung it half angrily into + the waste-paper basket, as though it were the embodied day-dream he was + mentally apostrophising. It was sermon-day, and he had to write his + discourse that very afternoon. A quaint idea seized him. ‘Aha,’ he + said, almost gaily, in his volatile irresponsible fashion, ‘I have my text + ready; the hour brings it to me unsought; a quip, a quip! I shall preach + on the Pool of Bethesda: “While I am coming, another steppeth down + before me.” The verse seems as if it were made on purpose for me; + what a pity nobody else will understand it!’ And he smiled quietly + at the conceit, as he got the scented sheets of sermon-paper out of his + little sandalwood davenport. For Arthur Berkeley was one of those + curiously compounded natures which can hardly ever be perfectly serious, + and which can enjoy a quaintness or a neat literary allusion even at a + moment of the bitterest personal disappointment. He could solace himself + for a minute for the loss of Edie by choosing a text for his Sunday’s + sermon with a prettily-turned epigram on his own position. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. — THE MORE EXCELLENT WAY. + </h2> + <p> + At the very top of the winding footpath cut deeply into the sandstone side + of the East Cliff Hill at Hastings, a wooden seat, set a little back from + the road, invites the panting climber to rest for five minutes after his + steep ascent from the primitive fisher village of Old Hastings, which + nestles warmly in the narrow sun-smitten gulley at his feet. On this seat, + one bright July morning, Herbert Le Breton lay at half length, basking in + the brilliant open sunshine and evidently waiting for somebody whom he + expected to arrive by the side path from the All Saints’ Valley. + Even the old coastguardsman, plodding his daily round over to + Ecclesbourne, noticed the obvious expectation implied in his attentive + attitude, and ventured to remark, in his cheery familiar fashion, ‘She + won’t be long a-comin’ now, sir, you may depend upon it: the + gals is sure to be out early of a fine mornin’ like this ‘ere.’ + Herbert stuck his double eye-glass gingerly upon the tip of his nose, and + surveyed the bluff old sailor through it with a stony British stare of + mingled surprise and indignation, which drove the poor man hastily off, + with a few muttered observations about some people being so confounded + stuck up that they didn’t even understand the point of a little + good-natured seafarin’ banter. + </p> + <p> + As the coastguardsman disappeared round the corner of the flagstaff, a + young girl came suddenly into sight by the jutting edge of sandstone bluff + near the High Wickham; and Herbert, jumping up at once from his reclining + posture, raised his bat to her with stately politeness, and moved forward + in his courtly graceful manner to meet her as she approached. ‘Well, + Selah,’ he said, taking her hand a little warmly (judged at least by + Herbert Le Breton’s usual standard), ‘so you’ve come at + last! I’ve been waiting here for you for fully half an hour. You + see, I’ve come down to Hastings again as I promised, the very first + moment I could possibly get away from my pressing duties at Oxford.’ + </p> + <p> + The girl withdrew her hand from his, blushing deeply, but looking into his + face with evident pleasure and admiration. She was tall and handsome, with + a certain dashing air of queenliness about her, too; and she was dressed + in a brave, outspoken sort of finery, which, though cheap enough in its + way, was neither common nor wholly wanting in a touch of native good taste + and even bold refinement of contrast and harmony. ‘It’s very + kind of you to come, Mr. Walters,’ she answered in a firm but + delicate voice. ‘I’m so sorry I’ve kept you waiting. I + got your letter, and tried to come in time; but father he’s been + more aggravating than usual, almost, this morning, and kept saying he’d + like to know what on earth a young woman could want to go out walking for, + instead of stopping at home at her work and minding her Bible like a + proper Christian. In HIS time young women usen’t to be allowed to go + walking except on Sundays, and then only to chapel or Bible class. So I’ve + not been able to get away till this very minute, with all this bundle of + tracts, too, to give to the excursionists on the way. Father feels a most + incomprehensible interest, somehow, in the future happiness of the Sunday + excursionists.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I wish he’d feel a little more interest in the present happiness of + his own daughter,’ Herbert said smiling. ‘But it hasn’t + mattered your keeping me waiting here, Selah. Of course I’d have + enjoyed it all far better in your society—I don’t think I need + tell you that now, dear—but the sunshine, and the sea breeze, and + the song of the larks, and the plash of the waves below, and the shouts of + the fishermen down there on the beach mending their nets and putting out + their smacks, have all been so delightful after our humdrum round of daily + life at Oxford, that I only wanted your presence here to make it all into + a perfect paradise.—Why, Selah, how pretty you look in that sweet + print! It suits your complexion admirably. I never saw you wear anything + before so perfectly becoming.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah drew herself up with the conscious pride of an unaffected pretty + girl. ‘I’m so glad you think so, Mr. Walters,’ she said, + playing nervously with the handle of her dark-blue parasol. ‘You + always say such very flattering things.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, not flattering,’ Herbert answered, smiling; ‘not + flattering, Selah, simply truthful. You always extort the truth from me + with your sweet face, Selah. Nobody can look at it and not forget the + stupid conventions of ordinary society. But please, dear, don’t call + me Mr. Walters. Call me Herbert. You always do, you know, when you write + to me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But it’s so much harder to do it to your face, Mr. Walters,’ + Selah said, again blushing. ‘Every time you go away I say to myself, + “I shall call him Herbert as soon as ever he comes back again;” + and every time you come back, I feel too much afraid of you, the moment I + see you, ever to do it. And yet of course I ought to, you know, for when + we’re married, why, naturally, then I shall have to learn to call + you Herbert, shan’t I?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You will, I suppose,’ Herbert answered, rather chillily: ‘but + that subject is one upon which we shall be able to form a better opinion + when the time comes for actually deciding it. Meanwhile, I want you to + call me Herbert, if you please, as a personal favour and a mark of + confidence. Suppose I were to go on calling you Miss Briggs all the time! + a pretty sort of thing that would be! what inference would you draw as to + the depth of my affection? Well, now, Selah, how have these dreadful home + authorities of yours been treating you, my dear girl, all the time since I + last saw you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Much the same as usual, Mr. Walters—Herbert, I mean,’ Selah + answered, hastily correcting herself. ‘The regular round. Prayers; + clean the shop; breakfast, with a chapter; serve in the shop all morning; + dinner, with a chapter; serve in the shop all afternoon; tea, with a + chapter; prayer meeting in the evening; supper, with a chapter; + exhortation; and go to bed, sick of it all, to get up next morning and + repeat the entire performance da capo, as they always say in the music to + the hymn-books. Occasional relaxations,—Sunday at chapel three + times, and Wednesday evening Bible class; mothers’ assembly, Dorcas + society, missionary meeting, lecture on the Holy Land, dissolving views of + Jerusalem, and Primitive Methodist district conference in the Mahanaim + Jubilee meeting hall. Salvation privileges every day and all the year + round, till I’m ready to drop with it, and begin to wish I’d + only been lucky enough to have been born one of those happy benighted + little pagans in a heathen land where they don’t know the value of + the precious Sabbath, and haven’t yet been taught to build Primitive + Methodist district chapels for crushing the lives out of their sons and + daughters!’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert smiled a gentle smile of calm superiority at this vehement + outburst of natural irreligion. ‘You must certainly be bored to + death with it all, Selah,’ he said, laughingly. ‘What a funny + sort of creed it really is, after all, for rational beings! Who on earth + could believe that the religion these people use to render your life so + absolutely miserable is meant for the same thing as the one that makes my + poor dear brother Ronald so perfectly and inexpressibly serene and happy? + The formalism of lower natures, like your father’s, has turned it + into a machine for crushing all the spontaneity out of your existence. + What a régime for a high-spirited girl like you to be compelled to live + under, Selah!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It is, it is!’ Selah answered, vehemently. ‘I wish you could + only see the way father goes on at me all the time about chapel, and so + on, Mr. Wal—Herbert, I mean. You wouldn’t wonder, if you were + to hear him, at my being anxious for the time to come when you can leave + Oxford and we can get comfortably married. What between the drudgery of + the shop and the drudgery of the chapel my life’s positively getting + almost worn out of me.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert took her hand in his, quietly. It was not a very small hand, but + it was prettily, though cheaply, gloved, and the plain silver bracelet + that encircled the wrist, though simple and inexpensive, was not wanting + in rough tastefulness. ‘You’re a bad philosopher, Selah,’ + he said, turning with her along the path towards Ecclesbourne; ‘you’re + always anxious to hurry on too fast the lagging wheels of an unknown + future. After all, how do you know whether we should be any the happier if + we were really and truly married? Don’t you know what Swinburne + says, in “Dolores”—you’ve read it in the Poems and + Ballads I gave you— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Time turns the old days to derision, + Our loves into corpses or wives, + And marriage and death and division + Make barren our lives?’ +</pre> + <p> + ‘I’ve read it,’ Selah answered, carelessly, ‘and I + thought it all very pretty. Of course Swinburne always is very pretty: but + I’m sure I never try to discover what on earth he means by it. I + suppose father would say I don’t read him tearfully and prayerfully—at + any rate, I’m quite sure I never understand what he’s driving + at.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And yet he’s worth understanding,’ Herbert answered in his + clear musical voice—‘well worth understanding, Selah, + especially for you, dearest. If, in imitation of obsolete fashions, you + wished to read a few verses of some improving volume every night and + morning, as a sort of becoming religious exercise in the elements of + self-culture, I don’t know that I could recommend you a better book + to begin upon than the Poems and Ballads. Don’t you see the moral of + those four lines I’ve just quoted to you? Why should we wish to + change from anything so free and delightful and poetical as lovers into + anything so fettered, and commonplace, and prosaic, and BANAL, as wives + and husbands? Why should we wish to give up the fanciful paradise of + fluttering hope and expectation for the dreary reality of housekeeping and + cold mutton on Mondays? Why should we not be satisfied with the real + pleasure of the passing moment, without for ever torturing our souls about + the imaginary but delusive pleasure of the unrealisable, impossible + future?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But we MUST get married some time or other, Herbert,’ Selah said, + turning her big eyes full upon him with a doubtful look of interrogation. + ‘We can’t go on courting in this way for ever and ever, + without coming to any definite conclusion. We MUST get married by-and-by, + now mustn’t we?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Je n’en vois pas la nécessité, moi,’ Herbert answered with + just a trace of cynicism in his curling lip. ‘I don’t see any + MUST about it, that is to say, in English, Selah. The fact is, you see, I’m + above all things a philosopher; you’re a philosopher, too, but only + an instinctive one, and I want to make your instinctive philosophy assume + a rather more rational and extrinsic shape. Why should we really be in any + hurry to go and get married? Do the actual married people of our + acquaintance, as a matter of fact, seem so very much more ethereally happy—with + their eight children to be washed and dressed and schooled daily, for + example—than the lovers, like you and me, who walk arm-in-arm out + here in the sunshine, and haven’t yet got over their delicious first + illusions? Depend upon it, the longer you can keep your illusions the + better. You haven’t read Aristotle in all probability; but as + Aristotle would put it, it isn’t the end that is anything in + love-making, it’s the energy, the active pursuit, the momentary + enjoyment of it. I suppose we shall have to get married some day, Selah, + though I don’t know when; but I confess to you I don’t look + forward to the day quite so rapturously as you do. Shall we feel more the + thrill of possession, do you think, than I feel it now when I hold your + hand in mine, so, and catch the beating of your pulse in your veins, even + through the fingers of your pretty little glove? Shall we look deeper into + one another’s eyes and hearts than I look now into the very inmost + depths of yours? Shall we drink in more fully the essence of love than + when I touch your lips here—one moment, Selah, the gorse is very + deep here—now don’t be foolish—ah, there, what’s + the use of philosophising, tell me, by the side of that? Come over here to + the bench, Selah, by the edge of the cliff; look down yonder into + Ecclesbourne glen; hear the waves dashing on the shore below, and your own + heart beating against your bosom within—and then ask yourself what’s + the good of living in any moment, in any moment but the present.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah turned her great eyes admiringly upon him once more. ‘Oh, + Herbert,’ she said, looking at him with a clever uneducated girl’s + unfeigned and undisguised admiration for any cultivated gentleman who + takes the trouble to draw out her higher self. ‘Oh, Herbert, how can + you talk so beautifully to me, and then ask me why it is I’m longing + for the day to come when I can be really and truly married to you? Do you + think I don’t feel the difference between spending my life with such + a man as you, and spending it for years and years together with a ranting, + canting Primitive Methodist?’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert smiled to himself a quiet, unobtrusive, self-satisfied smile. + ‘She appreciates me,’ he thought silently in his own heart, + ‘she appreciates me at my true worth; and, after all, that’s a great + thing. Well, Selah,’ he went on aloud, toying unreproved with her + pretty little silver bracelet, ‘let us be practical. You belong to a + business family and you know the necessity for being practical. There’s + a great deal to be said in favour of my hanging on at Oxford a little + longer. I must get a situation somewhere else as soon as possible, in + which I can get married; but I can’t give up my fellowship without + having found something else to do which would enable me to put my wife in + the position I should like her to occupy.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A very small income would do for me, with you, Herbert,’ Selah put + in eagerly. ‘You see, I’ve been brought up economically + enough, heaven knows, and I could live extremely well on very little.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But <i>I</i> could not, Selah,’ Herbert answered, in his colder + tone. ‘Pardon me, but I could not. I’ve been accustomed to a certain + amount of comfort, not to say luxury, which I couldn’t readily do + without. And then, you know, dear,’ he added, seeing a certain cloud + gathering dimly on Selah’s forehead, ‘I want to make my wife a + real lady.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah looked at him tenderly, and gave the hand she hold in hers a faint + pressure. And then Herbert began to talk about the waves, and the cliffs, + and the sun, and the great red sails, and to quote Shelley and Swinburne; + and the conversation glided off into more ordinary everyday topics. + </p> + <p> + They sat for a couple of hours together on the edge of the cliff, talking + to one another about such and other subjects, till, at last, Selah asked + the time, hurriedly, and declared she must go off at once, or father’d + be in a tearing passion. Herbert walked back with her through the green + lanes in the golden mass of gorse, till he reached the brow of the hill by + the fisher village. Then Selah said lightly, ‘Not any nearer, + Herbert—you see I can say Herbert quite naturally now—the + neighbours will go talking about it if they see me standing here with a + strange gentleman. Good-bye, good-bye, till Friday.’ Herbert held + her face up to his in his hands, and kissed her twice over in spite of a + faint resistance. Then they each went their own way, Selah to the little + green-grocer’s shop in a back street of the red-brick fisher + village, and Herbert to his big fashionable hotel on the Marine Parade in + the noisy stuccoed modern watering place. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s an awkward sort of muddle to have got oneself into.’ he + thought to himself as he walked along the asphalte pavement in front of + the sea-wall: ‘a most confoundedly awkward fix to have got oneself + into with a pretty girl of the lower classes. She’s beautiful + certainly; that there’s no denying; the handsomest woman on the + whole I ever remember to have seen at any time anywhere; and when I’m + actually by her side—though it’s a weakness to confess it—I’m + really not quite sure that I’m not positively quite in love with + her! She’d make a grand sort of Messalina, without a doubt, a model + for a painter, with her frank imperious face, and her splendid voluptuous + figure; a Faustina, a Catherine of Russia, an Ann Boleyn—to be fitly + painted only by a Rubens or a Gustave Courbet. Yet how I can ever have + been such a particular fool as to go and get myself entangled with her I + can’t imagine. Heredity, heredity; it must run in the family, for + certain. There’s Ernest has gone and handed himself over bodily to + this grocer person somewhere down in Devonshire; and I myself, who + perfectly see the folly of his absurd proceeding, have independently put + myself into this very similar awkward fix with Selah Briggs here. Selah + Briggs, indeed! The very name reeks with commingled dissent, vulgarity, + and greengrocery. Her father’s deacon of his chapel, and goes out at + night when there’s no missionary meeting on, to wait at serious + dinner parties! Or rather, I suppose he’d desert the most enticing + missionary to earn a casual half-crown at even an ungodly + champagne-drinking dinner! Then that’s the difference between me and + Ernest. Ernest’s selfish, incurably and radically selfish. Because + this Oswald girl happens to take his passing fancy, and to fit in with his + impossible Schurzian notions, he’ll actually go and marry her. Not + only will he have no consideration for mother—who really is a very + decent sort of body in her own fashion, if you don’t rub her up the + wrong way or expect too much from her—but he’ll also + interfere, without a thought, with MY prospects and my advancement. Now, + THAT I call really selfish; and selfishness is a vulgar piggish vice that + I thoroughly abominate. I don’t deny that I’m a trifle selfish + myself, of course, in a refined and cultivated manner—I flatter + myself, in fact, that introspective analysis is one of my strong points; + and I don’t conceal my own failings from my own consciousness with + any weak girlish prevarications. But after all, as Hobbes very well showed + (though our shallow modern philosophers pretend to laugh at him), + selfishness in one form or another is at the very base of all human + motives; the difference really is between sympathetic and unsympathetic + selfishness—between piggishness and cultivated feelings. Now <i>I</i> + will NOT give way to the foolish and selfish impulses which would lead me + to marry Selah Briggs. I will put a curb upon my inclinations, and do what + is really best in the end for all the persons concerned—and for + myself especially.’ + </p> + <p> + He strolled down on to the beach, and began throwing pebbles carelessly + into the plashing water. ‘Yes,’ he went on in his internal + colloquy, ‘I can only account for my incredible stupidity in this + matter by supposing that it depends somehow upon some incomprehensible + hereditary leaning in the Le Breton family idiosyncrasy. It’s + awfully unlike me, I will do myself the justice to say, to have got myself + into such a silly dilemma all for nothing. It was all very well a few + years ago, when I first met Selah. I was an undergraduate in those days, + and even if somebody had caught me walking with a young lady of unknown + antecedents and doubtful aspirates on the East Cliff at Hastings, it + really wouldn’t have much mattered. She was beautiful even then—though + not so beautiful as now, for she grows handsomer every day; and it was + natural enough I should have taken to going harmless walks about the place + with her. She attracted me by her social rebelliousness—another + family trait, in me passive not active, contemplative not personal; but + she certainly attracted me. She attracts me still. A man must have some + outlet for the natural and instinctive emotions of our common humanity; + and if a monastic Oxford community imposes celibacy upon one with + mediaeval absurdity—why, Selah Briggs is, for the time being, the + only possible sort of outlet. One needn’t marry her in the end; but + for the moment it is certainly very excellent fooling. Not unsentimental + either—for my part I could never care for mere coarse, commonplace, + venal wretches. Indeed, when I spoke to her just now about my wishing to + make my wife a lady, upon my word, at the time, I almost think I was just + then quite in earnest. The idea flitted across my mind vaguely—“Why + not send her for a year or two to be polished up at Paris or somewhere, + and really marry her afterwards for good and always?” But on second + thoughts, it won’t hold water. She’s magnificent, she’s + undeniable, she’s admirable, but she isn’t possible. The name + alone’s enough to condemn her. Fancy marrying somebody with a + Christian name out of the hundred and somethingth psalm! It’s too + atrocious! I really couldn’t inflict her for a moment on poor + suffering innocent society.’ + </p> + <p> + He paused awhile, watching the great russet sails of the fishing vessels + flapping idly in the breeze as the men raised them to catch the faint + breath of wind, and then he thought once more, ‘But how to get rid + of her, that’s the question. Every time I come here now she goes on + more and more about the necessity of our getting soon married—and I + don’t wonder at it either, for she has a perfect purgatory of a life + with that snivelling Methodistical father of hers, one may be sure of it. + It would be awfully awkward if any Oxford people were to catch me here + walking with her on the cliff over yonder—some sniggering fellow of + Jesus or Worcester, for example, or, worse than all, some prying young + Pecksniff of a third-year undergraduate! Somehow, she seems to fascinate + me, and I can’t get away from her; but I must really do it and be + done with it. It’s no use going on this way much longer. I must stop + here for a few days more only, and then tell her that I’m called + away on important college business, say to Yorkshire or Worcestershire, or + somewhere. I needn’t tell her in person, face to face: I can write + hastily at the last moment to the usual name at the Post Office—to + be left till called for. And as a matter of fact I won’t go to + Yorkshire either—very awkward and undignified, though, these petty + prevarications; when a man once begins lowering himself by making love to + a girl in an inferior position, he lets himself in for all kinds of + disagreeable necessities afterwards;—I shall go to Switzerland. Yes, + no place better after the bother of running away like a coward from Selah: + in the Alps, one would forget all petty human degradations; I shall go to + Switzerland. Of course I won’t break off with her altogether—that + would be cruel; and I really like her; upon my word, even when she isn’t + by, up to her own level, I really like her; but I’ll let the thing + die a natural death of inanition. As they always put it in the newspapers, + with their stereotyped phraseology, a gradual coldness shall intervene + between us. That’ll be the best and only way out of it. + </p> + <p> + ‘And if I go to Switzerland, why not ask Oswald of Oriel to go with me? + That, I fancy, wouldn’t be a bad stroke of social policy. Ernest + WILL marry this Oswald girl; unfortunately he’s as headstrong as an + allegory on the banks of the Nile; and as he’s going to drag her + inevitably into the family, I may as well put the best possible face upon + the disagreeable matter. Let’s make a virtue of necessity. The + father and mother are old: they’ll die soon, and be gathered to + their fathers (if they had any), and the world will straightway forget all + about them. But Oswald will always be there en évidence, and the safest + thing to do will be to take him as much as possible into the world, and + let the sister rest upon HIS reputation for her place in society. It’s + quite one thing to say that Ernest has married the daughter of a country + grocer down in Devonshire, and quite another thing to say that he has + married the sister of Oswald of Oriel, the distinguished mathematician and + fellow of the Royal Society. How beautifully that warm brown sail stands + out in a curve against the cold grey line of the horizon—a bulging + curve just like the swell of Selah’s neck, when she throws her head + back, so, and lets you see the contour of her throat, her beautiful + rounded throat—ah, that’s not giving her up now, is it?—What + a confounded fool I am, to be sure! Anybody would say, if they could only + have read my thoughts that moment, that I was really in love with this + girl Selah!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. — YE MOUNTAINS OF GILBOA! + </h2> + <p> + The old Englischer Hof at Pontresina looked decidedly sleepy and misty at + five o’clock on an August morning, when two sturdy British + holiday-seekers, in knickerbockers and regular Alpine climbing rig, sat + drinking their parting cup of coffee in the salle-à-manger, before + starting to make the ascent of the Piz Margatsch, one of the tallest and + by far the most difficult among the peaks of the Bernina range. There are + few prettier villages in the Engadine than Pontresina, and few better + hotels in all Switzerland than the old ivy-covered Englischer Hof. Yet on + this particular morning, and at that particular hour, it certainly did + look just a trifle cold and cheerless. ‘He never makes very warm in + the Engadine,’ Carlo the waiter observed with a shudder, in his best + English, to one of the two early risers: ‘and he makes colder on an + August morning here than he makes at Nice in full December.’ For + poor Carlo was one of those cosmopolitan waiters who follow the + cosmopolitan tourist clientèle round all the spas, health resorts, kurs + and winter quarters of fashionable Europe. In January he and his brother, + as Charles and Henri, handed round absinthes and cigarettes at the Cercle + Nautique at Nice; in April, as Carlo and Enrico, they turned up again with + water ices and wafer cakes in the Caffè Manzoni at Milan; and in August, + the observant traveller might recognise them once more under the disguise + of Karl and Heinrich, laying the table d’hôte in the long and narrow + old-fashioned dining-room of the Englischer Hof at Pontresina. Though + their native tongue was the patois of the Canton Ticino, they spoke all + the civilised languages of the world, ‘and also German,’ with + perfect fluency, and without the slightest attempt at either grammar or + idiomatic accuracy. And they both profoundly believed in their hearts that + the rank, wealth, youth, beauty and fashion of all other nations were + wisely ordained by the inscrutable designs of Providence for a single + purpose, to enrich and reward the active, intelligent, and industrious + natives of the Canton Ticino. + </p> + <p> + ‘Are the guides come yet?’ asked Harry Oswald of the waiter in + somewhat feeble and hesitating German. He made it a point to speak German + to the waiters, because he regarded it as the only proper and national + language of the universal Teutonic Swiss people. + </p> + <p> + ‘They await the gentlemans in the corridor,’ answered Carlo, in his + own peculiar and racy English; for he on his side resented the imputation + that any traveller need ever converse with him in any but that traveller’s + own tongue, provided only it was one of the recognised and civilised + languages of the world, or even German. They are a barbarous and + disgusting race, those Tedeschi, look you well, Signor; they address you + as though you were the dust in the piazza; yet even from them a polite and + attentive person may confidently look for a modest, a very modest, but + still a welcome trink-geld. + </p> + <p> + ‘Then we’d better hurry up, Oswald,’ said Herbert Le Breton, + ‘for guides are the most tyrannical set of people on the entire face + of this planet. I shall have another cup of coffee before I go, though, if + the guides swear at me roundly in the best Roumansch for it, anyhow.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Your acquaintance with the Roumansch dialect being probably limited,’ + Harry Oswald answered, ‘the difference between their swearing and + their blessing would doubtless be reduced to a vanishing point. Though I’ve + noticed that swearing is really a form of human speech everywhere readily + understanded of the people in spite of all differences of race or + language. One touch of nature, you see; and swearing, after all, is + extremely natural.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Are you ready?’ asked Herbert, having tossed off his coffee. ‘Yes? + Then come along at once. I can feel the guides frowning at us through the + partition.’ + </p> + <p> + They turned out into the street, with its green-shuttered windows all + still closed in the pale grey of early morning, and walked along with the + three guides by the high road which leads through rocks and fir-trees up + to the beginning of the steep path to the Piz Margatsch. Passing the clear + emerald-green waterfall that rushes from under the lower melting end of + the Morteratsch glacier, they took at once to the narrow track by the + moraine along the edge of the ice, and then to the glacier itself, which + is easy enough climbing, as glaciers go, for a good pedestrian. Herbert Le + Breton, the older mountaineer of the two, got over the big blocks readily + enough; but Harry, less accustomed to Swiss expeditions, lagged and + loitered behind a little, and required more assistance from the guides + every now and again than his sturdy companion. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m getting rather blown at starting,’ Harry called out at + last to Herbert, some yards in front of him. ‘Do you think the + despotic guide would let us sit down and rest a bit if we asked him very + prettily?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Offer him a cigar first,’ Herbert shouted back, ‘and then + after a short and decent interval, prefer your request humbly in your + politest French. The savage potentate always expects to be propitiated by + gifts, as a preliminary to answering the petitions of his humble subjects.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I see,’ Harry said, laughing. ‘Supply before grievances, not + grievances before supply.’ And he halted a moment to light a cigar, + and to offer one to each of the two guides who were helping him along on + either side. + </p> + <p> + Thus mollified, the senior guide grudgingly allowed ten minutes’ + halt and a drink of water at the bend by the corner of the glacier. They + sat down upon the great translucent sea-green blocks and began talking + with the taciturn chief guide. + </p> + <p> + ‘Is this glacier dangerous?’ Harry asked. + </p> + <p> + ‘Dangerous, monsieur? Oh no, not as one counts glaciers. It is very safe. + There are seldom accidents.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But there have been some?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Some, naturally. You don’t climb mountains always without + accidents. There was one the first time anyone ever made the ascent of the + Piz Margatsch. That was fifty years ago. My uncle was killed in it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Killed in it?’ Harry echoed. ‘How did it all happen, and + where?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yonder, monsieur, in a crevasse that was then situated near the bend at + the corner, just where the great crevasse you see before you now stands. + That was fifty years ago; since then the glacier has moved much. Its + substance, in effect, has changed entirely.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Tell us all about it,’ Herbert put in carelessly. He knew the guide + wouldn’t go on again till he had finished his whole story. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s a strange tale,’ the guide answered, taking a puff or + two at his cigar pensively and then removing it altogether for his set + narrative—he had told the tale before a hundred times, and he had + the very words of it now regularly by heart. ‘It was the first time + anyone ever tried to climb the Piz Margatsch. At that time, nobody in the + valley knew the best path; it is my father who afterwards discovered it. + Two English gentlemen came to Pontresina one morning; one might say you + two gentlemen; but in those days there were not many tourists in the + Engadine; the exploitation of the tourist had not yet begun to be + developed. My father and my uncle were then the only two guides at + Pontresina. The English gentlemen asked them to try with them the scaling + of the Piz Margatsch. My uncle was afraid of it, but my father laughed + down his fears. So they started. My uncle was dressed in a blue coat with + brass buttons, and a pair of brown velvet breeches. Ah, heaven, I can see + him yet, his white corpse in the blue coat and the brown velvet breeches!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But you can’t be fifty yourself,’ Harry said, looking at the + tall long-limbed man attentively; ‘no, nor forty, nor thirty either.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, monsieur, I am twenty-seven,’ the chief guide answered, taking + another puff at his cigar very deliberately; ‘and this was fifty + years ago: yet I have seen his corpse just as the accident happened. You + shall hear all about it. It is a tale from the dead; it is worth hearing.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘This begins to grow mysterious,’ said Herbert in English, hammering + impatiently at the ice with the shod end of his alpenstock. ‘Sounds + for all the world just like the introduction to a Christmas number.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A young girl in the village loved my uncle,’ the guide went on + imperturbably; ‘and she begged him not to go on this expedition. She + was betrothed to him. But he wouldn’t listen: and they all started + together for the top of the Piz Margatsch. After many trials, my father + and my uncle and the two tourists reached the summit. “So you see, + Andreas,” said my father, “your fears were all folly.” + “Half-way through the forest,” said my uncle, “one is + not yet safe from the wolf.” Then they began to descend again. They + got down past all the dangerous places, and on to this glacier, so well + known, so familiar. And then my uncle began indeed to get careless. He + laughed at his own fears; “Cathrein was all wrong,” he said to + my father, “we shall get down again safely, with Our Lady’s + assistance.” So they reached at last the great crevasse. My father + and one of the Englishmen got over without difficulty; but the other + Englishman slipped; his footing failed him; and he was sinking, sinking, + down, down, down, slipping quickly into the deep dark green abyss below. + My uncle stretched out his hand over the edge: the Englishman caught it; + and then my uncle missed his foothold, they both fell together and were + lost to sight at once completely, in the invisible depths of the great + glacier!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well,’ Herbert Le Breton said, as the man paused a moment. ‘Is + that all?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No,’ the guide answered, with a tone of deep solemnity. ‘That + is not all. The glacier went on moving, moving, slowly, slowly, but always + downward, for years and years. Yet no one ever heard anything more of the + two lost bodies. At last one day, when I was seven years old, I went out + playing with my brother, among the pine-woods, near the waterfall that + rushes below there, from under the glacier. We saw something lying in the + ice-cold water, just beneath the bottom of the ice-sheet. We climbed over + the moraine; and there, oh heaven! we could see two dead bodies. They were + drowned, just drowned, we thought: it might have been yesterday. One of + them was short and thick-set, with the face of an Englishman: he was + close-shaven, and, what seemed odd to us, he had on clothes which, though + we were but children, we knew at once for the clothes of a long past + fashion—in fact, a suit of the Louis dix-huit style. Tha other was a + tall and handsome man, dressed in the unchangeable blue coat and brown + velvet breeches of our own canton, of the Graubunden. We were very + frightened about it, and so we ran away trembling and told an old woman + who lived close by; her name was Cathrein, and her grandchildren used to + play with us, though she herself was about the age of my father, for my + father married very late. Old Cathrein came out with us to look; and the + moment she saw the bodies, she cried out with a great cry, “It is + he! It is Andreas! It is my betrothed, who was lost on the very day week + when I was to be married. I should know him at once among ten thousand. It + is many, many years now, but I have not forgotten his face—ah, my + God, that face; I know it well!” And she took his hand in hers, that + fair white young hand in her own old brown withered one, and kissed it + gently. “And yet,” she said, “he is five years older + than me, this fair young man here; five years older than me!” We + were frightened to hear her talk so, for we said to ourselves, “She + must be mad;” so we ran home and brought our father. He looked at + the dead bodies and at old Cathrein, and he said, “It is indeed + true. He is my brother.” Ah, monsieur, you would not have forgotten + it if you had seen those two old people standing there beside the fresh + corpses they had not seen for all those winters! They themselves had + meanwhile grown old and grey and wrinkled; but the ice of the glacier had + kept those others young, and fresh, and fair, and beautiful as on the day + they were first engulfed in it. It was terrible to look at!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘A most ghastly story, indeed,’ Herbert Le Breton said, yawning; + ‘and now I think we’d better be getting under way again, hadn’t + we, Oswald?’ + </p> + <p> + Harry Oswald rose from his seat on the block of ice unwillingly, and + proceeded on his road up the mountain with a distinct and decided feeling + of nervousness. Was it the guide’s story that made his knees tremble + slightly? was it his own inexperience in climbing? or was it the cold and + the fatigue of the first ascent of the season to a man not yet in full + pedestrian Alpine training? He did not feel at all sure about it in his + own mind: but this much he knew with perfect certainty, that his footing + was not nearly so secure under him as it had been during the earlier part + of the climb over the lower end of the glacier. + </p> + <p> + By-and-by they reached the long sheer snowy slope near the Three Brothers. + This slope is liable to slip, and requires careful walking, so the guides + began roping them together. ‘The stout monsieur in front, next after + me,’ said the chief guide, knotting the rope soundly round Herbert + Le Breton: ‘then Kaspar; then you, monsieur,’ to Harry Oswald, + ‘and finally Paolo, to bring up the rear. The thin monsieur is + nervous, I think; it’s best to place him most in the middle.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If you really ARE nervous, Oswald,’ Herbert said, not unkindly, + ‘you’d better stop behind, I think, and let me go on with two of the + guides. The really hard work, you know, has scarcely begun yet.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh dear, no,’ Harry answered lightly (he didn’t care to + confess his timidity before Herbert Le Breton of all men in the world): + ‘I do feel just a little groggy about the knees, I admit; but it’s + not nervousness, it’s only want of training. I haven’t got + accustomed to glacier-work yet, and the best way to overcome it is by + constant practice. “Solvitur ambulando,” you know, as Aldrich + says about Achilles and the tortoise.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very good,’ Herbert answered drily; ‘only mind, whatever you + do, for Heaven’s sake don’t go and stumble and pull ME down on + the top of you. It’s the clear duty of a good citizen to respect the + lives of the other men who are roped together with him on the side of a + mountain.’ + </p> + <p> + They set to work again, in single file, with cautious steps planted firmly + on the treacherous snow, to scale the great white slope that stretched so + temptingly before them. Harry felt his knees becoming at every step more + and more ungovernable, while Herbert didn’t improve matters by + calling out to him from time to time, ‘Now, then, look out for a + hard bit here,’ or ‘Mind that loose piece of ice there,’ + or ‘Be very careful how you put your foot down by the yielding edge + yonder,’ and so forth. At last, they had almost reached the top of + the slope, and were just above the bare gulley on the side, when Harry’s + insecure footing on a stray scrap of ice gave way suddenly, and he began + to slip rapidly down the sheer slope of the mountain. In a second he had + knocked against Paolo, and Paolo had begun to slip too, so that both were + pulling with all their weight against Kaspar and the others in front. + ‘For Heaven’s sake, man,’ Herbert cried hastily, ‘dig + your alpenstock deep into the snow.’ At the same instant, the chief + guide shouted in Roumansch to the same effect to Kaspar. But even as they + spoke, Kaspar, pushing his feet hard against the snow, began to give way + too; and the whole party seemed about to slip together down over the sheer + rocky precipice of the great gulley on the right. It was a moment of + supreme anxiety; but Herbert Le Breton, looking back with blood almost + unstirred and calmly observant eye, saw at once the full scope of the + threatening danger. ‘There’s only one chance,’ he said + to himself quietly. ‘Oswald is lost already! Unless the rope breaks, + we are all lost together!’ At that very second, Harry Oswald, + throwing his arms up wildly, had reached the edge of the terrible + precipice; he went over with a piercing cry into the abyss, with the last + guide beside him, and Kaspar following him close in mute terror. Then + Herbert Le Breton felt the rope straining, straining, straining, upon the + sharp frozen edge of the rock; for an inappreciable point of time it + strained and crackled: one loud snap, and it was gone for ever. Herbert + and the chief guide, almost upset by the sudden release from the heavy + pull that was steadily dragging them over, threw themselves flat on their + faces in the drifted snow, and checked their fall by a powerful muscular + effort. The rope was broken and their lives were saved, but what had + become of the three others? + </p> + <p> + They crept cautiously on hands and knees to the most practicable spot at + the edge of the precipice, and the guide peered over into the great white + blank below with eager eyes of horrid premonition. As he did so, he + recoiled with awe, and made a rapid gesture with his hands, half prayer, + half speechless terror. ‘What do you see?’ asked Herbert, not + daring himself to look down upon the blank beneath him, lest he should be + tempted to throw himself over in a giddy moment. + </p> + <p> + ‘Jesu, Maria,’ cried the guide, crossing himself instinctively over + and over again, ‘they have all fallen to the very foot of the second + precipice! They are lying, all three, huddled together on the ledge there + just above the great glacier. They are dead, quite dead, dead before they + reached the ground even. Great God, it is too terrible!’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert Le Breton looked at the white-faced guide with just the faintest + suspicion of a sneering curl upon his handsome features. The excitement of + the danger was over now, and he had at once recovered his usual + philosophic equanimity. ‘Quite dead,’ he said, in French, + ‘quite dead, are they? Then we can’t be of any further use to + them. But I suppose we must go down again at once to help recover the dead + bodies!’ + </p> + <p> + The guide gazed at him blankly with simple open-mouthed undisguised + amazement. ‘Naturally,’ he said, in a very quiet voice of + utter disgust and loathing. ‘You wouldn’t leave them lying + there alone on the cold snow, would you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘This is really most annoying,’ thought Herbert Le Breton to + himself, in his rational philosophic fashion: ‘here we are, almost + at the summit, and now we shall have to turn back again from the very + threshold of our goal, without having seen the view for which we’ve + climbed up, and risked our lives too—all for a purely sentimental + reason, because we won’t leave those three dead men alone on the + snow for an hour or two longer! it’s a very short climb to the top + now, and I could manage it by myself in twenty minutes. If only the chief + guide had slid over with the others, I should have gone on alone, and had + the view at least for my trouble. I could have pretended the accident + happened on the way down again. As it is, I shall have to turn back + ingloriously, re infecta. The guide will tell everybody at Pontresina that + I went on, in spite of the accident; and then it would get into the + English papers, and all the world would say that I was so dreadfully cruel + and heartless. People are always so irrational in their ethical judgments. + Oswald’s quite dead, that’s certain; nobody could fall over + such a precipice as that without being killed a dozen times over before he + even reached the bottom. A very painless and easy death too; I couldn’t + myself wish for a better one. We can’t do them the slightest good by + picking up their lifeless bodies, and yet a foolishly sentimental public + opinion positively compels one to do it. Poor Oswald! Upon my soul I’m + sorry for him, and for that pretty little sister of his too; but what’s + the use of bothering about it? The thing’s done, and nothing that I + can do or say will ever make it any better.’ + </p> + <p> + So they turned once more in single file down by the great glacier, and + retraced their way to Pontresina without exchanging another word. To say + the truth, the chief guide felt appalled and frightened by the presence of + this impassive, unemotional British traveller, and did not even care to + conceal his feelings. But then he wasn’t an educated philosopher and + man of culture like Herbert Le Breton. + </p> + <p> + Late that evening a party of twelve villagers brought back three stiff and + mangled corpses on loose cattle hurdles into the village of Pontresina. + Two of them were the bodies of two local Swiss guides, and the third, with + its delicate face unscathed by the fall, and turned calmly upwards to the + clear moonlight, was the body of Harry Oswald. Alas, alas, Gilboa! The + beauty of Israel is slain upon thy high places. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. — ‘WHAT DO THESE HEBREWS HERE?’ + </h2> + <p> + From Calcombe Pomeroy Ernest had returned, not to Dunbude, but to meet the + Exmoor party in London. There he had managed somehow—he hardly knew + how himself—to live through a whole season without an explosion in + his employer’s family. That an explosion must come, sooner or later, + he felt pretty sure in his own mind for several reasons: his whole + existence there was a mistake and an anomaly, and he could no more mix in + the end with the Exmoor family than oil can mix with vinegar, or vice + versâ. The round of dances and dinners to which he had to accompany his + pupil was utterly distasteful to him. Lynmouth never learnt anything; so + Ernest felt his own function in the household a perfectly useless one; and + he was always on the eve of a declaration that he couldn’t any + longer put up with this, that, or the other ‘gross immorality’ + in which Lynmouth was actively or passively encouraged by his father and + mother. Still, there were two things which indefinitely postponed the + smouldering outbreak. In the first place, Ernest wrote to, and heard from, + Edie every day; and he believed he ought for Edie’s sake to give the + situation a fair trial, as long as he was able, or at least till he saw + some other opening, which might make it possible within some reasonable + period to marry her. In the second place, Lady Hilda had perceived with + her intuitive quickness the probability that a cause of dispute might + arise between her father and Ernest, and had made up her mind as far as in + her lay to prevent its ever coming to a head. She didn’t wish Ernest + to leave his post in the household—so much originality was hardly + again to be secured in a hurry—and therefore she laid herself out + with all her ingenuity to smooth over all the possible openings for a + difference of opinion whenever they occurred. If Ernest’s scruples + were getting the upper hand of his calmer judgment, Lady Hilda read the + change in his face at once, and managed dexterously to draw off Lynmouth, + or to talk over her mother quietly to acquiesce in Ernest’s view of + the question. If Lord Exmoor was beginning to think that this young man’s + confounded fads were really getting quite unbearable, Lady Hilda + interposed some casual remark about how much better Lynmouth was kept out + of the way now than he used to be in Mr. Walsh’s time. Ernest + himself never even suspected this unobtrusive diplomatist and peacemaker; + but as a matter of fact it was mainly owing to Lady Hilda’s constant + interposition that he contrived to stop in Wilton Place through all that + dreary and penitential London season. + </p> + <p> + At last, to Ernest’s intense joy, the season began to show + premonitory symptoms of collapsing from inanition. The twelfth of August + was drawing nigh, and the coming-of-age of grouse, that most important of + annual events in the orthodox British social calendar, would soon set free + Lord Exmoor and his brother hereditary legislators from their arduous duty + of acting as constitutional drag on the general advance of a great, + tolerant, and easy-going nation. Soon the family would be off again to + Dunbude, or away to its other moors in Scotland; and among the rocks and + the heather Ernest felt he could endure Lord Exmoor and Lord Lynmouth a + little more resignedly than among the reiterated polite platitudes and + monotonous gaieties of the vacuous London drawing-rooms. + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda, too, was longing in her own way for the season to be over. She + had gone through another of them, thank goodness, she said to herself at + times with a rare tinge of pensiveness, only to discover that the Hughs, + and the Guys, and the Algies, and the Montys were just as fatuously inane + as ever; and were just as anxious as before to make her share their + fatuous inanity for a whole lifetime. Only fancy living with an + unadulterated Monty from the time you were twenty to the time you were + seventy-five—at which latter date he, being doubtless some five + years older than one-self to begin with, would probably drop off quietly + with suppressed gout, and leave you a mourning widow to deplore his + untimely and lamented extinction for the rest of your existence! Why, long + before that time you would have got to know his very thoughts by heart (if + he had any, poor fellow!) and would be able to finish all his sentences + and eke out all his stories for him, the moment he began them. Much better + marry a respectable pork-butcher outright, and have at least the healthful + exercise of chopping sausage-meat to fill up the stray gaps in the + conversation. In that condition of life, they say, people are at any rate + perfectly safe from the terrors of ennui. However, the season was over at + last, thank Heaven; and in a week or so more they would be at dear old + ugly Dunbude again for the whole winter. There Hilda would go sketching + once more on the moorland, and if this time she didn’t make that + stupid fellow Ernest see what she was driving at, why, then her name + certainly wasn’t Hilda Tregellis. + </p> + <p> + A day or two before the legal period fixed for the beginning of the + general grouse-slaughter, Ernest was sitting reading in the breakfast room + at Wilton Place, when Lynmouth burst unexpectedly into the room in his + usual boisterous fashion. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, I say, Mr. Le Breton,’ he began, holding the door in his hand + like one in a hurry, ‘I want leave to miss work this morning. Gerald + Talfourd has called for me in his dog-cart, and wants me to go out with + him now immediately.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not to-day, Lynmouth,’ Ernest answered quietly. ‘You were out + twice last week, you know, and you hardly ever get your full hours for + work at all since we came to London.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, but look here, you know, Mr. Le Breton; I really MUST go to-day, + because Talfourd has made an appointment for me. It’s awful fun—he’s + going to have some pigeon-shooting.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest’s countenance fell a little, and he answered in a graver + voice than before, ‘If that’s what you want to go for, + Lynmouth, I certainly can’t let you go. You shall never have leave + from me to go pigeon-shooting.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why not?’ Lynmouth asked, still holding the door-handle at the most + significant angle. + </p> + <p> + ‘Because it’s a cruel and brutal sport,’ Ernest replied, + looking him in the face steadily; ‘and as long as you’re under + my charge I can’t allow you to take part in it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, you can’t,’ said Lynmouth mischievously, with a gentle + touch of satire in his tone. ‘You can’t, can’t you! Very + well, then, never mind about it.’ And he shut the door after him + with a bang, and ran off upstairs without further remonstrance. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s time for study, Lynmouth,’ Ernest called out, opening + the door and speaking to him as he retreated. ‘Come down again at + once, please, will you?’ + </p> + <p> + But Lynmouth made no answer, and went straight off upstairs to the + drawing-room. In a few minutes more he came back, and said in a tone of + suppressed triumph, ‘Well, Mr. Le Breton, I’m going with + Talfourd. I’ve been up to papa, and he says I may “if I like + to.”’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest bit his lip in a moment’s hesitation. If it had been any + ordinary question, he would have pocketed the contradiction of his + authority—after all, if it didn’t matter to them, it didn’t + matter to him—and let Lynmouth go wherever they allowed him. But the + pigeon-shooting was a question of principle. As long as the boy was still + nominally his pupil, he couldn’t allow him to take any part in any + such wicked and brutal amusement, as he thought it. So he answered back + quietly, ‘No, Lynmouth, you are not to go. I don’t think your + father can have understood that I had forbidden you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh!’ Lynmouth said again, without a word of remonstrance, and went + up a second time to the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + In a few minutes a servant came down and spoke to Ernest. ‘My lord + would like to see you upstairs for a few minutes, if you please, sir.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest followed the man up with a vague foreboding that the deferred + explosion was at last about to take place. Lord Exmoor was sitting on the + sofa. ‘Oh, I say, Le Breton,’ he began in his good-humoured + way, ‘what’s this that Lynmouth’s been telling me about + the pigeon-shooting? He says you won’t let him go out with Gerald + Talfourd.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes,’ Ernest answered; ‘he wanted to miss his morning’s + work, and I told him I couldn’t allow him to do so.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But I said he might if he liked, Le Breton. Young Talfourd has called for + him to go pigeon-shooting. And now Lynmouth tells me you refuse to let him + go, after I’ve given him leave. Is that so?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Certainly,’ said Ernest. ‘I said he couldn’t go, + because before he asked you I had refused him permission, and I supposed + you didn’t know he was asking you to reverse my decision.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, of course,’ Lord Exmoor answered, for he was not an + unreasonable man after his lights. ‘You’re quite right, Le + Breton, quite right, certainly. Discipline’s discipline, we all + know, and must be kept up under any circumstances. You should have told + me, Lynmouth, that Mr. Le Breton had forbidden you to go. However, as + young Talfourd has made the engagement, I suppose you don’t mind + letting him have a holiday now, at my request, Le Breton, do you?’ + </p> + <p> + Here was a dilemma indeed for Ernest. He hardly knew what to answer. He + looked by chance at Lady Hilda, seated on the ottoman in the corner; and + Lady Hilda, catching his eye, pursed up her lips visibly into the one + word, ‘Do.’ But Ernest was inexorable. If he could possibly + prevent it, he would not let those innocent pigeons be mangled and + slaughtered for a lazy boy’s cruel gratification. That was the one + clear duty before him; and whether he offended Lord Exmoor or not, he had + no choice save to pursue it. + </p> + <p> + ‘No, Lord Exmoor,’ he said resolutely, after a long pause. ‘I + should have no objection to giving him a holiday, but I can’t allow + him to go pigeon-shooting.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why not?’ asked Lord Exmoor warmly. + </p> + <p> + Ernest did not answer. + </p> + <p> + ‘He says it’s a cruel, brutal sport, papa,’ Lynmouth put in + parenthetically, in spite of an angry glance from Hilda; ‘and he won’t + let me go while I’m his pupil.’ + </p> + <p> + Lord Exmoor’s face grew very red indeed, and he rose from the sofa + angrily. ‘So that’s it, Mr. Le Breton!’ he said, in a + short sharp fashion. ‘You think pigeon-shooting cruel and brutal, do + you? Will you have the goodness to tell me, sir, do you know that I myself + am in the habit of shooting pigeons at matches?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes,’ Ernest answered, without flinching a muscle. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes!’ cried Lord Exmoor, growing redder and redder. ‘You knew + that, Mr. Le Breton, and yet you told my son you considered the practice + brutal and cruel! Is that the way you teach him to honour his parents? Who + are you, sir, that you dare set yourself up as a judge of me and my + conduct? How dare you speak to him of his father in that manner? How dare + you stir him up to disobedience and insubordination against his elders? + How dare you, sir; how dare you?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest’s face began to get red in return, and he answered with + unwonted heat, ‘How dare you address me so, yourself, Lord Exmoor? + How dare you speak to me in that imperious manner? You’re forgetting + yourself, I think, and I had better leave you for the present, till you + remember how to be more careful in your language. But Lynmouth is not to + go pigeon-shooting. I object to his going, because the sport is a cruel + and a brutal one, whoever may practise it. If I have any authority over + him, I insist upon it that he shall not go. If he goes, I shall not stop + here any longer. You can do as you like about it, of course, but you have + my final word upon the matter. Lynmouth, go down to the study.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Stop, Lynmouth,’ cried his father, boiling over visibly with + indignation: ‘Stop. Never mind what Mr. Le Breton says to you; do + you hear me? Go out if you choose with Gerald Talfourd.’ + </p> + <p> + Lynmouth didn’t wait a moment for any further permission. He ran + downstairs at once and banged the front door soundly after him with a + resounding clatter. Lady Hilda looked imploringly at Ernest, and whispered + half audibly, ‘Now you’ve done it.’ Ernest stood a + second irresolute, while the Earl tramped angrily up and down the + drawing-room, and then he said in a calmer voice, ‘When would it be + convenient, Lord Exmoor, that I should leave you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Whenever you like,’ Lord Exmoor answered violently. ‘To-day + if you can manage to get your things together. This is intolerable, + absolutely intolerable! Gross and palpable impertinence; in my own house, + too! “Cruel and brutal,” indeed! “Cruel and brutal.” + Fiddlesticks! Why, it’s not a bit different from partridge-shooting!’ + And he went out, closely followed by Ernest, leaving Lady Hilda alone and + frightened in the drawing-room. + </p> + <p> + Ernest ran lightly upstairs to his own little study sitting-room. ‘I’ve + done it this time, certainly, as Lady Hilda said,’ he thought to + himself; ‘but I don’t see how I could possibly have avoided + it. Even now, when all’s done, I haven’t succeeded in saving + the lives of the poor innocent tortured pigeons. They’ll be mangled + and hunted for their poor frightened lives, anyhow. Well, now I must look + out for that imaginary schoolmastership, and see what I can do for dear + Edie. I shan’t be sorry to get out of this after all, for the place + was an impossible one for me from the very beginning. I shall sit down + this moment and write to Edie, and after that I shall take out my + portmanteau and get the man to help me put my luggage up to go away this + very evening. Another day in the house after this would be obviously + impossible.’ + </p> + <p> + At that moment there came a knock at the door—a timid, tentative + sort of knock, and somebody put her head inquiringly halfway through the + doorway. Ernest looked up in sudden surprise. It was Lady Hilda. + </p> + <p> + ‘Mr. Le Breton,’ she said, coming over towards the table where + Ernest had just laid out his blotting-book and writing-paper: ‘I + couldn’t prevent myself from coming up to tell you how much I admire + your conduct in standing up so against papa for what you thought was right + and proper. I can’t say how greatly I admire it. I’m so glad + you did as you did do. You have acted nobly.’ And Hilda looked + straight into his eyes with the most speaking and most melting of glances. + ‘Now,’ she said to herself, ‘according to all correct + precedents, he ought to seize my hand fervently with a gentle pressure, + and thank me with tears in his eyes for my kind sympathy.’ + </p> + <p> + But Ernest, only looking puzzled and astonished, answered in the quietest + of voices, ‘Thank you very much, Lady Hilda: but I assure you there + was really nothing at all noble, nothing at all to admire, in what I said + or did in any way. In fact, I’m rather afraid, now I come to think + of it, that I lost my temper with your father dreadfully.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you won’t go away?’ Hilda put in quickly. ‘You + think better of it now, do you? You’ll apologise to papa, and go + with us to Dunbude for the autumn? Do say you will, please, Mr. Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh dear, no,’ Ernest answered, smiling quietly at the bare idea of + his apologising to Lord Exmoor. ‘I certainly won’t do that, + whatever I do. To tell you the truth, Lady Hilda, I have not been very + anxious to stop with Lynmouth all along: I’ve found it a most + unprofitable tutorship—no sense of any duty performed, or any work + done for society: and I’m not at all sorry that this accident should + have broken up the engagement unexpectedly. At the same time, it’s + very kind of you to come up and speak to me about it, though I’m + really quite ashamed you should have thought there was anything + particularly praiseworthy or commendable in my standing out against such + an obviously cruel sport as pigeon-shooting.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, but I do think so, whatever you may say, Mr. Le Breton,’ Hilda + went on eagerly. ‘I do think so, and I think it was very good of you + to fight it out so against papa for what you believe is right and proper. + For my own part, you know, I don’t see any particular harm in + pigeon-shooting. Of course it’s very dreadful that the poor dear + little things should be shot and wounded and winged and so forth; but then + everything, almost, gets shot, you see—rabbits, and grouse, and + partridges, and everything; so that really it’s hardly worth while, + it seems to me, making a fuss about it. Still, that’s not the real + question. You think it’s wrong; which is very original and nice and + proper of you; and as you think it’s wrong, you won’t + countenance it in any way. I don’t care, myself, whether it’s + wrong or not—I’m not called upon, thank goodness, to decide + the question; but I do care very much that you should suffer for what you + think the right course of action.’ And Lady Hilda in her earnestness + almost laid her hand upon his arm, and looked up to him in the most + unmistakable and appealing fashion. + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re very good, I’m sure, Lady Hilda,’ Ernest + replied, half hesitatingly, wondering much in his own mind what on earth + she could be driving at. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment’s pause, and then Hilda said pensively, ‘And + so we shall never walk together at Dunbude on the Clatter any more, Mr. Le + Breton! We shall never climb again among the big boulders on those + Devonshire hillsides! We shall never watch the red deer from the big pool + on top of the sheep-walk! I’m sorry for it, Mr. Le Breton, very + sorry for it. Oh, I do wish you weren’t going to leave us!’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest began to feel that this was really growing embarrassing. ‘I + dare say we shall often see one another,’ he said evasively; for + simple-minded as he was, a vague suspicion of what Lady Hilda wanted him + to say had somehow forced itself timidly upon him. ‘London’s a + very big place, no doubt; but still, people are always running together + unexpectedly in it.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda sighed and looked at him again intently without speaking. She stood + so, face to face with him across the table for fully two minutes; and + then, seeming suddenly to awake from a reverie, she started and sighed + once more, and turned at last reluctantly to leave the little study. + ‘I must go,’ she said hastily; ‘mamma would be very + angry indeed with me if she knew I’d come here; but I couldn’t + let you leave the house without coming up to tell you how greatly I admire + your spirit, and how very, very much I shall always miss you, Mr. Le + Breton. Will you take this, and keep it as a memento?’ As she spoke, + she laid an envelope upon the table, and glided quietly out of the room. + </p> + <p> + Ernest took the envelope up with a smile, and opened it with some + curiosity. It contained a photograph, with a brief inscription on the + back, ‘E. L. B., from Hilda Tregellis.’ + </p> + <p> + As he did so, Hilda Tregellis, red and pale by turns, had rushed into her + own room, locked the door wildly, and flung herself in a perfect tempest + of tears on her own bed, where she lay and tossed about in a burning agony + of shame and self-pity for twenty minutes. ‘He doesn’t love me,’ + she said to herself bitterly; ‘he doesn’t love me, and he + doesn’t care to love me, or want to marry me either! I’m sure + he understood what I meant, this time; and there was no response in his + eyes, no answer, no sympathy. He’s like a block of wood—a + cold, impassive, immovable, lifeless creature! And yet I could love him—oh, + if only he would say a word to me in answer, how I could love him! I loved + him when he stood up there and bearded papa in his own drawing-room, and + asked him how dare he speak so, how dare he address him in such a manner; + I KNEW then that I really loved him. If only he would let me! But he won’t! + To think that I could have half the Algies and Berties in London at my + feet for the faintest encouragement, and I can’t have this one poor + penniless Ernest Le Breton, though I go down on my knees before him and + absolutely ask him to marry me! That’s the worst of it! I’ve + humiliated myself before him by letting him see, oh, ever so much too + plainly, that I wanted him to ask me; and I’ve been repulsed, + rejected, positively refused and slighted by him! And yet I love him! I + shall never love any other man as I love Ernest Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + Poor Lady Hilda Tregellis! Even she too had, at times, her sentimental + moments! And there she lay till her eyes were red and swollen with crying, + and till it was quite hopeless to expect she could ever manage to make + herself presentable for the Cecil Faunthorpes’ garden-party that + afternoon at Twickenham. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. — EVIL TIDINGS. + </h2> + <p> + Ernest had packed his portmanteau, and ordered a hansom, meaning to take + temporary refuge at Number 28 Epsilon Terrace; and he went down again for + a few minutes to wait in the breakfast-room, where he saw the ‘Times’ + lying casually on the little table by the front window. He took it up, + half dreamily, by way of having something to do, and was skimming the + telegrams in an unconcerned manner, when his attention was suddenly + arrested by the name Le Breton, printed in conspicuous type near the + bottom of the third column. He looked closer at the paragraph, and saw + that it was headed ‘Accident to British Tourists in Switzerland.’ + A strange tremor seized him immediately. Could anything have happened, + then, to Herbert? He read the telegram through at once, and found this + bald and concise summary before him of the fatal Pontresina accident:— + </p> + <p> + ‘As Mr. H. Oswald, F.R.S., of Oriel College, Oxford, and Mr. Le Breton, + Fellow and Bursar of St. Aldate’s College, along with three guides, + were making the ascent of the Piz Margatsch, in the Bernina Alps, this + morning, one of the party happened to slip near the great gulley known as + the Gouffre. Mr. Oswald and two of the guides were precipitated over the + edge of the cliff and killed immediately: the breaking of the rope at a + critical moment alone saved the lives of Mr. Le Breton and the remaining + guide. The bodies have been recovered this evening, and brought back to + Pontresina.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest laid down the paper with a thrill of horror. Poor Edie! How + absolutely his own small difficulties with Lord Exmoor faded out of has + memory at once in the face of that terrible, irretrievable calamity. Harry + dead! The hope and mainstay of the family—the one great pride and + glory of all the Oswalds, on whom their whole lives and affections + centred, taken from them unexpectedly, without a chance of respite, + without a moment’s warning! Worst of all, they would probably learn + it, as he did, for the first time by reading it accidentally in the curt + language of the daily papers. Pray heaven the shock might not kill poor + Edie! + </p> + <p> + There was only a minute in which to make up his mind, but in that minute + Ernest had fully decided what he ought to do, and how to do it. He must go + at once down to Calcombe Pomeroy, and try to lighten this great affliction + for poor little Edie. Nay, lighten it he could not, but at least he could + sympathise with her in it, and that, though little, was still some faint + shade better than nothing at all. How fortunate that his difference with + the Exmoors allowed him to go that very evening without a moment’s + delay. When the hansom arrived at the door, Ernest told the cabman to + drive at once to Paddington Station. Almost before he had had time to + realise the full meaning of the situation, he had taken a third-class + ticket for Calcombe Road, and was rushing out of London by the Plymouth + express, in one of the convenient and commodious little wooden horse-boxes + which the Great Western Railway Company provide as a wholesome deterrent + for economical people minded to save half their fare by going third + instead of first or second. + </p> + <p> + Didcot, Swindon, Bath, Bristol, Exeter, Newton Abbot, all followed one + after another, and by the time Ernest had reached Calcombe Road Station he + had begun to frame for himself a definite plan of future action. He would + stop at the Red Lion Inn that evening, send a telegram from Exeter + beforehand to Edie, to say he was coming next day, and find out as much as + possible about the way the family had borne the shock before he ventured + actually to see them. + </p> + <p> + The Calcombe omnibus, drawn by two lean and weary horses, toiled its way + slowly up the long steep incline for six miles to the Cross Foxes, and + then rattled down the opposite slope, steaming and groaning, till it drew + up at last with a sudden jerk and a general collapse in front of the old + Red Lion Inn in the middle of the High Street. There Ernest put up for the + present, having seen by the shutters at the grocer’s shop on his way + down that the Oswalds had already heard of Harry’s accident. He had + dinner by himself, with a sick heart, in the gloomy, close little + coffee-room of the village inn, and after dinner he managed to draw in the + landlord in person for a glass of sherry and half an hour’s + conversation. + </p> + <p> + ‘Very sad thing, sir, this ‘ere causality in Switzerland,’ + said the red-faced landlord, coming round at once to the topic of the day + at Calcombe, after a few unimportant preliminary generalities. ‘Young Mr. + Oswald, as has been killed, he lived here, sir; leastways his parents do. + He was a very promising young gentleman up at Oxford, they do tell me—not + much of a judge of horses, I should say, but still, I understand, quite + the gentleman for all that. Very sad thing, the causality, sir, for all + his family. ‘Pears he was climbing up some of these ‘ere Alps + they have over there in them parts, covered with snow from head to foot in + the manner of speaking, and there was another gentleman from Oxford with + him, a Mr. Le Breton——’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My brother,’ Ernest put in, interrupting him; for he thought it + best to let the landlord know at once who he was talking to. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, your brother, sir!’ said the red-faced landlord, with a gleam + of recognition, growing redder and hotter than ever; ‘well, now you + mention it, sir, I find I remember your face somehow. No offence, sir, but + you’re the young gentleman as come down in the spring to see young + Mr. Oswald, aren’t you?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest nodded assent. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, well, sir,’ the landlord went on more freely—for of + course all Calcombe had heard long since that Ernest was engaged to Edie + Oswald—‘you’re one of the family like, in that case, if + I may make bold to say so. Well, sir, this is a shocking trouble for poor + old Mr. Oswald, and no mistake. The old gentleman was sort of centred on + his son, you see, as the saying is: never thought of nobody else hardly, + he didn’t. Old Mr. Oswald, sir, was always a wonderful hand at + figgers hisself, and powerful fond of measurements and such kinds of + things. I’ve heard tell, indeed, as how he knew more mathematics, + and trigononomy, and that, than the rector and the schoolmaster both put + together. There’s not one in fifty as knows as much mathematics as + he do, I’ll warrant. Well, you see, he brought up this son of his, + little Harry as was—I can remember him now, running to and from the + school, and figgerin’ away on the slates, doin’ the sums in + algemer for the other boys when they went a-mitchin’—he + brought him up like a gentleman, as you know very well, sir, and sent him + to Oxford College: “to develop his mathematical talents, Mr. Legge,” + his father says to me here in this very parlour. What’s the + consequence? He develops that boy’s talent sure enough, sir, till he + comes to be a Fellow of Oxford College, they tell me, and even admitted + into the Royal Society up in London. But this is how he did it, sir: and + as you’re a friend of the family like, and want to know all about + it, no doubt, I don’t mind tellin’ you on the strict + confidential, in the manner of speakin’.’ Here the landlord + drew his chair closer, and sipped the last drop in his glass of sherry + with a mysterious air of very private and important disclosures. Ernest + listened to his roundabout story with painful attention. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, sir,’ the landlord went on after a short and pensive pause, + ‘old Mr. Oswald’s business ain’t never been a prosperous one—though + he was such a clover hand at figgers, he never made it remunerative; a + bare livin’ for the family, I don’t mind sayin’; and he + always spent more’n he ought to ‘a done on Mr. Harry, and on + the young lady too, sir, savin’ your presence. So when Mr. Harry was + goin’ to Oxford to college, he come to me, and he says to me, + “Mr. Legge,” says he, “it’s a very expensive thing + sending my boy to the University,” says he, “and I’m + going to borrow money to send him with.” “Don’t you go + a-doin’ that, Mr. Oswald,” says I; “your business don’t + justify you in doin’ it, sir,” says I. For you see, I knowed + all the ins and outs of that there business, and I knowed he hadn’t + never made more’n enough just to keep things goin’ decent + like, as you may say, without any money saved or put by against a + emergence. “Yes, I will, Mr. Legge,” says he; “I can + trust confidentially in my son’s abilities,” says he; “and + I feel confidential he’ll be in a position to repay me before long.” + So he borrowed the money on an insurance of Mr. Harry’s life. Mr. + Harry he always acted very honourable, sir; he was a perfect gentleman in + every way, as YOU know, sir; and he began repayin’ his father the + loan as fast as he was able, and I daresay doin’ a great deal for + the family, and especially for the young lady, sir, out of his own pocket + besides. But he still owed his father a couple of hundred pound an’ + more when this causality happened, while the business, I know, had been + a-goin’ to rack and ruin for the last three year. To-day I seen the + agent of the insurance, and he says to me, “Legge,” says he, + most private like, “this is a bad job about young Oswald, I’m + afeard, worse’n they know for.” “Why, sir?” says + I. “Well, Legge,” says he, “they’ll never get a + penny of that there insurance, and the old gentleman’ll have to pay + up the defissit on his own account,” says he. “How’s + that, Mr. Micklethwaite?” says I. “Because,” says he, + “there’s a clause in the policy agin exceptional risks, in + which is included naval and military services, furrin residences, topical + voyages, and mountain-climbin’,” says he; “and you mark + my words,” says he, “they’ll never get a penny of it.” + In which case, sir, it’s my opinion that old Mr. Oswald’ll be + clean broke, for he can’t never make up the defissit out of his own + business, can he now?’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest listened with sad forebodings to the red-faced landlord’s + pitiful story, and feared in his heart that it was a bad look-out for the + poor Oswalds. He didn’t sleep much that evening, and next day he + went round early to see Edie. The telegram he found would be a useless + precaution, for the gossip of Calcombe Pomeroy had recognised him at once, + and news had reached the Oswalds almost as soon as he arrived that young + Mr. Le Breton was stopping that evening at the Red Lion. + </p> + <p> + Edie opened the door for him herself, pale of face and with eyes reddened + by tears, yet looking beautiful even so in her simple black morning dress, + her mourning of course hadn’t yet come home—and her deep white + linen collar. ‘It’s very good of you to have come so soon, Mr. + Le Breton,’ she said, taking his hand quietly—he respected her + sorrow too deeply to think of kissing her; ‘he will be back with us + to-morrow. Your brother is bringing him back to us, to lay him in our + little churchyard, and we are all so very very grateful to him for it.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest was more than half surprised to hear it. It was an unusual act of + kindly thoughtfulness on the part of Herbert. + </p> + <p> + Next day the body came home as Edie had said, and Ernest helped to lay it + reverently to rest in Calcombe churchyard. Poor old Mr. Oswald, standing + bowed and broken-hearted by the open grave side, looked as though he could + never outlive that solemn burial of all his hopes and aspirations in a + single narrow coffin. Yet it was wonderful to Ernest to see how much + comfort he took, even in this terrible grief, from the leader which + appeared in the ‘Times’ that morning on the subject of the + Pontresina accident. It contained only a few of the stock newspaper + platitudes of regret at the loss of a distinguished and rising young light + of science—the ordinary glib commonplaces of obituary notices which + a practised journalist knows so well how to adapt almost mechanically to + the passing event of the moment; but they seemed to afford the shattered + old country grocer an amount of consolation and solemn relief that no mere + spoken condolences could ever possibly have carried with them. ‘See + what a wonderful lot they thought of our boy up in London, Mr. Le Breton,’ + he said, looking up from the paper tearfully, and wiping his big gold + spectacles, dim with moisture. ‘See what the “Times” + says about him: “One of the ablest among our young academical + mathematicians, a man who, if his life had been spared to us, might + probably have attained the highest distinction in his own department of + pure science.” That’s our Harry, Mr. Le Breton; that’s + what the “Times” says about our dear, dead Harry! I wish he + could have lived to read it himself, Edie—“a scholar of + singularly profound attainments, whose abilities had recently secured him + a place upon the historic roll of the Royal Society, and whom even the + French Academy of Sciences had held worthy out of all the competitors of + the civilised world, to be adjudged the highest mathematical honours of + the present season.” My poor boy! my poor, dear, lost boy! I wish + you could have lived to hear it! We must keep the paper, Edie: we must + keep all the papers; they’ll show us at least what people who are + real judges of these things thought about our dear, loved, lost Harry.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest dared hardly glance towards poor Edie, with the tears trickling + slowly down her face; but he felt thankful that the broken-hearted old + father could derive so much incomprehensible consolation from those cold + and stereotyped conventional phrases. Truly a wonderful power there is in + mere printer’s ink properly daubed on plain absorbent white paper. + And truly the human heart, full to bursting and just ready to break will + allow itself to be cheated and cajoled in marvellous fashions by + extraordinary cordials and inexplicable little social palliatives. The + concentrated hopes of that old man’s life were blasted and blighted + for ever; and he found a temporary relief from that stunning shock in the + artificial and insincere condolences of a stock leader-writer on a daily + paper! + </p> + <p> + Walking back by himself in such sad meditations to the Red Lion, and + sitting there by the open window, Ernest overheard a tremulous chattering + voice mumbling out a few incoherent words at the Rector’s doorway + opposite. ‘Oh, yes,’ chirped out the voice in a tone of + cheerful resignation, ‘it’s very sad indeed, very sad and + shocking, and I’m naturally very sorry for it, of course. I always + knew how it would be: I warned them of it; but they’re a pig-headed, + heedless, unmannerly family, and they wouldn’t be guided by me. I + said to him, “Now, Oswald, this is all very wrong and foolish of + you. You go and put your son to Oxford, when he ought to be stopping at + home, minding the shop and learning your business. You borrow money + foolishly to send him there with. He’ll go to Oxford; he’ll + fall in with a lot of wealthy young gentlemen—people above his own + natural station—he’ll take up expensive, extravagant ways, and + in the end he’ll completely ruin himself. He won’t pay you + back a penny, you may depend upon it—these boys never do, when you + make fine gentlemen of them; they think only of their cigars and their + horses, and their dog-carts and so forth, and neglect their poor old + fathers and mothers, that brought them up and scraped and saved to make + fine gentlemen of them. You just take my advice, Oswald, and don’t + send him to college.” But Oswald was always a presumptuous, + high-headed, independent sort of man, and instead of listening to me, what + does he do but go and send this sharp boy of his up to Oxford. Well, now + the boy’s gone to Switzerland with one of the young Le Bretons—brother + of the poor young man they’ve inveigled into what they call an + engagement with Miss Edith, or Miss Jemima, or whatever the girl’s + name is—very well-connected people, the Le Bretons, and personal + friends of the Archdeacon’s—and there he’s thrown + himself over a precipice or something of the sort, no doubt to avoid his + money-matters and debts and difficulties. At any rate, Micklethwaite tells + me the poor old father’ll have to pay up a couple of hundred pound + to the insurance company: and how on earth he’s ever to do it <i>I</i> + don’t know, for to my certain knowledge the rent of the shop is in + arrears half-a-year already. But it’s no business of mine, thank + goodness!—and I only hope that exposure will serve to open that poor + young Le Breton’s eyes, and to warn him against having anything + further to say to Miss Jemima. A designing young minx, if ever there was + one! Poor young Le Breton’s come down here for the funeral, I hear, + which I must say was very friendly and proper and honourable of him; but + now it’s over, I hope he’ll go back again, and see Miss Jemima + in her true colours.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest turned back into the stuffy little coffee-room with his face on + fire and his ears tingling with mingled shame and indignation. ‘Whatever + happens,’ he thought to himself, ‘I can’t permit Edie to + be subjected any longer to such insolence as this! Poor, dear, guileless, + sorrowing little maiden! One would have thought her childish innocence and + her terrible loss would have softened the heart even of such a + cantankerous, virulent old harridan as that, till a few weeks were over, + at least. She spoke of the Archdeacon: it must be old Miss Luttrell! + Whoever it is, though, Edie shan’t much longer be left where she can + possibly come in contact with such a loathsome mass of incredible and + unprovoked malice. That Edie should lose her dearly-loved brother is + terrible enough; but that she should be exposed afterwards to be triumphed + over in her most sacred grief by that bad old woman’s querulous + “I told you so” is simply intolerable!’ And he paced up + and down the room with a boiling heart, unable to keep down his righteous + anger. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. — FLAT REBELLION. + </h2> + <p> + For the next fortnight Ernest remained at the Red Lion, though painfully + conscious that he was sadly wasting his little reserve of funds from his + late tutorship, in order to find out exactly what the Oswalds’ + position would be after the loss of poor Harry. Towards the end of that + time he took Edie, pale and pretty in her simple new mourning, out once + more into the Bourne Close for half an hour’s quiet conversation. + Very delicate and sweet and refined that tiny girlish face and figure + looked in the plain unostentatious black and white of her great sorrow, + and Ernest felt as he walked along by her side that she seemed to lean + upon him naturally now; the loss of her main support and chief advisor in + life seemed to draw her closer and closer every day to her one remaining + prop and future husband. + </p> + <p> + ‘Edie,’ he said to her, as they rested once more beside the old + wooden bridge across the little river, ‘I think it’s time now + we should begin to talk definitely over our common plans for the future. I + know you’d naturally rather wait a little longer before discussing + them; I wish for both our sakes we could have deferred it; but time + presses, and I’m afraid from what I hear in the village that things + won’t go on henceforth exactly as they used to do with your dear + father and mother.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie coloured slightly as she answered, ‘Then you’ve heard of + all that already, Ernest’—she was learning to call him ‘Ernest’ + now quite naturally. ‘The Calcombe tattle has got round to you so + soon! I’m glad of it, though, for it saves me the pain of having to + tell you. Yes, it’s quite true, and I’m afraid it will be a + terrible, dreadful struggle for poor darling father and mother.’ And + the tears came up afresh, as she spoke, into her big black eyes—too + familiar with them of late to make her even try to brush them away hastily + from Ernest’s sight with her little handkerchief. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m sorry to know it’s true,’ Ernest said, taking her + hand gently; ‘very, very sorry. We must do what we can to lighten the + trouble for them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes,’ Edie replied, looking at him through her tears; ‘I mean + to try. At any rate, I won’t be a burden to them myself any longer. + I’ve written already up to an agency in London to see whether they + can manage to get me a place as a nursery-governess.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You a governess, Edie!’ Ernest exclaimed hastily, with a gesture of + deprecation. ‘You a governess! Why, my own precious darling, you + would never do for it!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh yes, indeed,’ Edie answered quickly, ‘I really think I + could, Ernest. Of course I don’t know very much—not judged by + a standard like yours or our dear Harry’s. Harry used to say all a + woman could ever know was to find out how ignorant she was. Dear fellow! + he was so very learned himself he couldn’t understand the + complacency of little perky, half-educated schoolmistresses. But still, I + know quite as much, I think, in my little way, as a great many girls who + get good places in London as governesses. I can speak French fairly well, + you know, and read German decently; and then dear Harry took such a lot of + pains to make me get up books that he thought were good for me—history + and so forth—and even to teach me a little, a very little, Latin. Of + course I know I’m dreadfully ignorant; but not more so, I really + believe, than a great many girls whom people consider quite well-educated + enough to teach their daughters. After all, the daughters themselves are + only women, too, you see, Ernest, and don’t expect more than a + smattering of book-knowledge, and a few showy fashionable accomplishments.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear Edie,’ Ernest answered, smiling at her gently in spite of + her tearful earnestness; ‘you quite misunderstand me. It wasn’t + THAT I was thinking of at all. There are very few governesses and very few + women anywhere who have half the knowledge and accomplishments and + literary taste and artistic culture that you have; very few who have had + the advantage of associating daily with such a man as poor Harry; and if + you really wanted to get a place of the sort, the mere fact that you’re + Harry’s sister, and that he interested himself in superintending + your education, ought, by itself, to ensure your getting a very good one. + But what I meant was rather this—I couldn’t endure to think + that you should be put to all the petty slights and small humiliations + that a governess has always to endure in rich families. You don’t + know what it is, Edie; you can’t imagine the endless devices for + making her feel her dependence and her artificial inferiority that these + great people have devised in their cleverness and their Christian + condescension. You don’t know what it is, Edie, and I pray heaven + you may never know; but <i>I</i> do, for I’ve seen it—and, + darling, I CAN’T let you expose yourself to it.’ + </p> + <p> + To say the truth, at that moment there rose very vividly before Ernest’s + eyes the picture of poor shy Miss Merivale, the governess at Dunbude to + little Lady Sybil, Lynmouth’s younger sister. Miss Merivale was a + rector’s daughter—an orphan, and a very nice girl in her way; + and Ernest had often thought to himself while he lived at the Exmoors’, + ‘With just the slightest turn of Fortune’s wheel that might be + my own Edie.’ Now, for himself he had never felt any sense of social + inferiority at all at Dunbude; he was an Oxford man, and by the ordinary + courtesy of English society he was always treated accordingly in every way + as an equal. But there were galling distinctions made in Miss Merivale’s + case which he could not think of even at the time without a blush of + ingenuous shame, and which he did not like now even to mention to pretty, + shrinking, eager little Edie. One thing alone was enough to make his + cheeks burn whenever he thought of it—a little thing, and yet how + unendurable! Miss Merivale lunched with the family and with her pupil in + the middle of the day, but she did not dine with them in the evening. She + had tea by herself instead in Lady Sybil’s little school-room. Many + a time when Ernest had been out walking with her on the terrace just + before dinner, and the dressing-gong sounded, he had felt almost too + ashamed to go in at the summons and leave the poor little governess out + there alone with her social disabilities. The gong seemed to raise such a + hideous artificial barrier between himself and that delicately-bred, + sensitive, cultivated English lady. That Edie should be subjected to such + a life of affronts as that was simply unendurable. True, there are social + distinctions of the sort which even Ernest Le Breton, communist as he was, + could not practically get over; but then they were distinctions + familiarised to the sufferers from childhood upward, and so perhaps a + little less insupportable. But that Harry Oswald’s sister—that + Edie, his own precious delicate little Edie, a dainty English wild-flower + of the tenderest, should be transplanted from her own appreciative home to + such a chilly and ungenial soil as that—the very idea of it was + horribly unspeakable. + </p> + <p> + ‘But, Ernest,’ Edie answered, breaking in upon his bitter + meditation, ‘I assure you I wouldn’t mind it a bit. I know—it’s + very dreadful, but then,’—and here she blushed one of her + pretty apologetic little blushes—‘you know I’m used to + it. People in business always are. They expect to be treated just like + servant—now THAT, I know you’ll say, is itself a piece of + hubris, the expression of a horrid class prejudice. And so it is, no + doubt. But they do, for all that. As dear Harry used to say, even the + polypes in aristocratic useless sponges at the sea-bottom won’t have + anything to say to the sponges of commerce. I’m sure nobody I could + meet in a governess’s place could possibly be worse in that respect + than poor old Miss Catherine Luttrell.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘That may be true, Edie darling,’ Ernest answered, not caring to let + her know that he had overheard a specimen of the Calcombe squirearchy, + ‘but in any case I don’t want you to be troubled now, either + with old Miss Luttrell or any other bitter old busybodies. I want to speak + seriously to you about a very different project. Just look at this + advertisement.’ + </p> + <p> + He took a scrap of paper from his pocket and handed it to Edie. It ran + thus:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ‘WANTED at Pilbury Regis Grammar School, Dorset, a + Third Classical Master. Must be a Graduate of Oxford or + Cambridge; University Prizeman preferred. If unmarried, + to take house duty. Commence September 20th. Salary, + 200L a year. Apply, as above, to the Rev. J. Greatrex, + D.D., Head Master.’ +</pre> + <p> + Edie read it through slowly. ‘Well, Ernest?’ she said, looking + up from it into his face. ‘Do you think of taking this mastership?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If I can get it,’ Ernest answered. ‘You see, I’m not a + University Prizeman, and that may be a difficulty in the way; but + otherwise I’m not unlikely to suit the requirements. Herbert knows + something of the school—he’s been down there to examine; and + Mrs. Greatrex had a sort of distant bowing acquaintance with my mother; so + I hope their influence might help me into it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Ernest?’ Edie cried again, feeling pretty certain in her own + heart what was coming next, and reddening accordingly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Edie, in that case, would you care to marry at once, and try the + experiment of beginning life with me upon two hundred a year? I know it’s + very little, darling, for our wants and necessities, brought up as you and + I have been: but Herr Max says, you know, it’s as much as any one + family ought ever to spend upon its own gratifications; and at any rate I + dare say you and I could manage to be very happy upon it, at least for the + present. In any case it would be better than being a governess. Will you + risk it, Edie?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘To me, Ernest,’ Edie answered with her unaffected simplicity, ‘it + really seems quite a magnificent income. I don’t suppose any of our + friends or neighbours in Calcombe spend nearly as much as two hundred a + year upon their own families.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes, they do, darling. But that isn’t the only thing. Two + hundred a year is a very different matter in quiet, old-world, little + Calcombe and in a fashionable modern watering-place like Pilbury Regis. We + shall have to live in lodgings, Edie, and live very quietly indeed; but + even so I think it will be better than for you to go out and endure the + humiliation of becoming a governess. Then I may understand that, if I can + get this mastership, you’ll consent to be married, Edie, before the + end of September?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Ernest, that’s dreadfully soon!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, it is, darling; but you must have a very quiet wedding; and I can’t + bear to leave you here now any longer without Harry to cheer and protect + you. Shall we look upon it as settled?’ + </p> + <p> + Edie blushed and looked down as she answered almost inaudibly, ‘As you + think best, dear Ernest.’ + </p> + <p> + So that very evening Ernest sent off an application to Pilbury Regis, + together with such testimonials as he had by him, mentioning at the same + time his intention to marry, and his recent engagement at Lord Exmoor’s. + ‘I hope they won’t make a point about the University Prize, + Edie,’ he said timidly; ‘but I rather think they don’t + mean to insist upon it. I’m afraid it may be put in to some extent + mainly as a bait to attract parents. Advertisements are often so very + dishonest. At any rate, we can only try; and if I get it, I shall be able + to call you my little wife in September.’ + </p> + <p> + So soon after poor Harry’s death he hardly liked to say much about + how happy that consciousness would make him; but he sent off the letter + with a beating heart, and waited anxiously for the head master’s + answer. + </p> + <p> + ‘Maria,’ said Dr. Greatrex to his wife next morning, turning over + the pile of letters at the breakfast table, ‘who do you think has + applied for the third mastership? Very lucky, really, isn’t it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Considering that there are some thirty millions of people in England, I + believe, Dr. Greatrex,’ said his wife with dignity, ‘that some + seventy of those have answered your advertisement, and that you haven’t + yet given me an opportunity even of guessing which it is of them all, I’m + sure I can’t say so far whether it’s lucky or otherwise.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re pleased to be satirical, my dear,’ the doctor answered + blandly; he was in too good a humour to pursue the opening further. ‘But + no matter. Well, I’ll tell you, then; it’s young Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not Lady Le Breton’s son!’ cried Mrs. Greatrex, forgetting + her dignity in her surprise. ‘Well, that certainly is very lucky. + Now, if we could only get her to come down and stay with us for a week + sometimes, after he’s been here a little while, what a splendid + advertisement it would be for the place, to be sure, Joseph!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Capital!’ the head master said, eyeing the letter complacently as + he sipped his coffee. ‘A perfect jewel of a master, I should say, + from every possible point of view. Just the sort of person to attract + parents and pupils. “Allow me to introduce you to our third master, + Mr. Le Breton; I hope Lady Le Breton was quite well when you heard from + her last, Le Breton?” and all that sort of thing. Depend upon it, + Maria, there’s nothing in the world that makes a middle-class parent—and + our parents are unfortunately all middle-class—prick up his ears + like the faintest suspicion or echo of a title. “Very good school,” + he goes back and says to his wife immediately; “we’ll send + Tommy there; they have a master who’s an honourable or something of + the sort; sure to give the boys a thoroughly high gentlemanly tone.” + It’s snobbery, I admit, sheer snobbery: but between ourselves, + Maria, most people are snobs, and we have to live, professionally, by + accommodating ourselves to their foolish prejudices.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘At the same time, doctor,’ said his wife severely, ‘I don’t + think we ought to allow it too freely, at least with the door open.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re quite right, my dear,’ the head master answered + submissively, rising at the same time to shut the door. ‘But what + makes this particular application all the better is that young Le Breton + would come here straight from the Earl of Exmoor’s where he has been + acting as tutor to the son and heir, Viscount Lynmouth. That’s + really admirable, now, isn’t it? Just consider the advantages of the + situation. A doubtful parent comes to inspect the arrangements; sniffs at + the dormitories, takes the gauge of the studies, snorts over the + playground, condescends to approve of the fives courts. Then, after doing + the usual Christian principles business and working in the high moral tone + a little, we invite him to lunch, and young Le Breton to meet him. You + remark casually in the most unconscious and natural fashion—I admit, + my dear, that you do these little things much better than I do—“Oh, + talking of cricket, Mr. Le Breton, your old pupil, Lord Lynmouth, made a + splendid score the other day at the Eton and Harrow.” Fixes the + wavering parent like a shot. “Third master something or other in the + peerage, and has been tutor to a son of Lord Exmoor’s. Place to send + your boys to if you want to make perfect gentlemen of them.” I think + we’d better close at once with this young man’s offer, Maria. + He’s got a very decent degree, too; a first in Mods and Greats; + really very decent.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But will he take a house-mastership do you think, doctor?’ asked + the careful lady. + </p> + <p> + ‘No, he won’t; he’s married or soon going to be. We must let + him off the house duty.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Married!’ said Mrs. Greatrex, turning it over cautiously. ‘Who’s + he going to marry, I wonder? I hope somebody presentable.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, of course!’ Dr. Greatrex answered, as who should feel shocked + at the bare suggestion that a young man of Ernest Le Breton’s + antecedents could conceivably marry otherwise. + </p> + <p> + ‘His wife, or rather his wife that is to be, is a sister, he tells me, of + that poor Mr. Oswald—the famous mathematician, you know, of Oriel—who + got killed, you remember, by falling off the Matterhorn or somewhere, just + the other day. You must have seen about it in the “Times.”’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I remember,’ Mrs. Greatrex answered, in placid contentment; ‘and + I should say you can’t do better than take him immediately. It’d + be an excellent thing for the school, certainly. As the third mastership’s + worth only two hundred a year, of course he can’t intend to marry + upon THAT; so he must have means of his own, which is always a good thing + to encourage in an under-master: or if his wife has money, that comes in + the end to the same thing. They’ll take a house of their own, no + doubt; and she’ll probably entertain—very quietly, I daresay; + still, a small dinner now and then gives a very excellent tone to the + school in its own way. Social considerations, as I always say, Joseph, are + all-important in school management; and I think we may take it for granted + that Mr. Le Breton would be socially a real acquisition.’ + </p> + <p> + So it was shortly settled that Dr. Greatrex should write back accepting + Ernest Le Breton as third master; and Mrs. Greatrex began immediately + dropping stray allusions to ‘Lady Le Breton, our new master’s + mother, you know,’ among her various acquaintance, especially those + with rising young families. The doctor and she thought a good deal of this + catch they were making in the person of Ernest Le Breton. Poor souls, they + little knew what sort of social qualities they were letting themselves in + for. A firebrand or a bombshell would really have been a less remarkable + guest to drop down straight into the prim and proper orthodox society of + Pilbury Regis. + </p> + <p> + When Ernest received the letter in which Dr. Greatrex informed him that he + might have the third mastership, he hardly knew how to contain his joy. He + kissed Edie a dozen times over in his excitement, and sat up late making + plans with her which would have been delightful but for poor Edie’s + lasting sorrow. In a short time it was all duly arranged, and Ernest began + to think that he must go back to London for a day or two, to let Lady Le + Breton hear of his change of plans, and got everything in order for their + quiet wedding. He grudged the journey sadly, for he was beginning to + understand now that he must take care of the pence for Edie’s sake + as well as for humanity’s—his abstraction was individualising + itself in concrete form—but he felt so much at least was demanded of + him by filial duty, and, besides, he had one or two little matters to + settle at Epsilon Terrace which could not so well be managed in his + absence even by his trusty deputy, Ronald. So he ran up to town once more + in a hurry, and dropped in as if nothing had happened, at his mother’s + house. It was no unusual matter for him to pass a fortnight at Wilton + Place without finding time to call round at Epsilon Terrace to see Ronald, + and his mother had not heard at all as yet of his recent change of + engagement. + </p> + <p> + Lady Le Breton listened with severe displeasure to Ernest’s account + of his quarrel with Lord Exmoor. It was quite unnecessary and wrong, she + said, to prevent Lynmouth from his innocent boyish amusements. + Pigeon-shooting was practised by the very best people, and she was quite + sure, therefore, there could be no harm of any sort in it. She believed + the sport was countenanced, not only by bishops, but even by princes. + Pigeons, she supposed, had been specially created by Providence for our + use and enjoyment—‘their final cause being apparently the + manufacture of pigeon-pie,’ Ronald suggested parenthetically: but we + couldn’t use them without killing them, unfortunately; and shooting + was probably as painless a form of killing as any other. Peter or + somebody, she distinctly remembered, had been specially commanded to + arise, kill, and eat. To object to pigeon-shooting indeed, in Lady Le + Breton’s opinion, was clearly flying in the face of Providence. Of + Ronald’s muttered reference to five sparrows being sold for two + farthings, and yet not one of them being forgotten, she would not + condescend to take any notice. However, thank goodness, the fault was none + of hers; she could wash her hands entirely of all responsibility in the + matter. She had done her best to secure Ernest a good place in a + thoroughly nice family, and if he chose to throw it up at a moment’s + notice for one of his own absurd communistical fads, it was happily none + of her business. She was glad, at any rate, that he’d got another + berth, with a conscientious, earnest, Christian man like Dr. Greatrex. + ‘And indeed, Ernest,’ she said, returning once more to the + pigeon-shooting question, ‘even your poor dear papa, who was full of + such absurd religious fancies, didn’t think that sport was + unchristian, I’m certain; for I remember once, when we were + quartered at Moozuffernugger in the North-West Provinces, he went out into + a nullah near our compound one day, and with his own hand shot a + man-eating tiger, which had carried off three little native children from + the thanah; so that shows that he couldn’t really object to sport; + and I hope you don’t mean to cast disrespect upon the memory of your + own poor father!’. All of which profound moral and religious + observations Ernest, as in duty bound, received with the most respectful + and acquiescent silence. + </p> + <p> + And now he had to approach the more difficult task of breaking to his + mother his approaching marriage with Edie Oswald. He began the subject as + delicately as he could, dwelling strongly upon poor Harry Oswald’s + excellent position as an Oxford tutor, and upon Herbert’s visit with + him to Switzerland—he knew his mother too well to suppose that the + real merits of the Oswald family would impress her in any way, as compared + with their accidental social status; and then he went on to speak as + gently as possible about his engagement with little Edie. At this point, + to his exceeding discomfiture, Lady Le Breton adopted the unusual tactics + of bursting suddenly into a flood of tears. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Ernest,’ she sobbed out inarticulately through her scented + cambric handkerchief, ‘for heaven’s sake don’t tell me + that you’ve gone and engaged yourself to that designing girl! Oh, my + poor, poor, misguided boy! Is there really no way to save you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No way to save me!’ exclaimed Ernest, astonished and disconcerted + by this unexpected outburst. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, yes!’ Lady Le Breton went on, almost passionately. ‘Can’t + you manage somehow to get yourself out of it? I hope you haven’t + utterly compromised yourself! Couldn’t dear Herbert go down to What’s-his-name + Pomeroy, and induce the father—a grocer, if I remember right—induce + him, somehow or other, to compromise the matter?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Compromise!’ cried Ernest, uncertain whether to laugh or be angry. + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, compromise it!’ Lady Le Breton answered, endeavouring to calm + herself. ‘Of course that Machiavellian girl has tried to drag you + into it; and the family have aided and abetted her; and you’ve been + weak and foolish—though not, I trust, wicked—and allowed them + to get their net closed almost imperceptibly around you. But it isn’t + too late to withdraw even now, my poor, dear, deluded Ernest. It isn’t + too late to withdraw even now. Think of the disgrace and shame to the + family! Think of your dear brothers and their blighted prospects! Don’t + allow this designing girl to draw you helplessly into such an ill-assorted + marriage! Reflect upon your own future happiness! Consider what it will be + to drag on years of your life with a woman, no longer perhaps externally + attractive, whom you could never possibly respect or love for her own + internal qualities! Don’t go and wreck your own life, and your + brothers’ lives, for any mistaken and Quixotic notions of false + honour! You mayn’t like to throw her over, after you’ve once + been inveigled into saying “Yes” (and the feeling, though + foolish, does your heart credit); but reflect, my dear boy, such a + promise, so obtained, can hardly be considered binding upon your + conscience! I’ve no doubt dear Herbert, who’s a capital man of + business, would get them readily enough to agree to a compromise or a + compensation.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear mother,'said Ernest white with indignation, but speaking very + quietly, as soon as he could edge in a word, ‘you quite + misunderstand the whole question. Edie Oswald is a lady by nature, with + all a lady’s best feelings—I hate the word because of its + false implications, but I can’t use any other that will convey to + you my meaning—and I love and admire and respect and worship her + with all my heart and with all my soul. She hasn’t inveigled me or + set her cap at me, as you call it, in any way; she’s the sweetest, + timidest, most shrinking little thing that ever existed; on the contrary, + it is I who have humbly asked her to accept me, because I know no other + woman to whom I could give my whole heart so unreservedly. To tell you the + truth, mother, with my ideas and opinions, I could hardly be happy with + any girl of the class that you would call distinctively ladies: their + class prejudices and their social predilections would jar and grate upon + me at every turn. But Edie Oswald’s a girl whom I could worship and + love without any reserve—whom I can reverence for her beautiful + character, her goodness, and her delicacy of feeling. She has honoured me + by accepting me, and I’m going to marry her at the end of this + month, and I want, if possible, to get your consent to the marriage before + I do so. She’s a wife of whom I shall be proud in every way; I wish + I could think she would have equal cause to be proud of her husband.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Le Breton threw herself once more into a paroxysm of tears. ‘Oh, + Ernest,’ she cried, ‘do spare me! do spare me! This is too + wicked, too unfeeling, too cruel of you altogether! I knew already you + were very selfish and heartless and headstrong, but I didn’t know + you were quite so unmanageable and so unkind as this. I appeal to your + better nature—for you HAVE a better nature—I’m sure you + have a better nature: you’re MY son, and you can’t be utterly + devoid of good impulses. I appeal confidently to your better nature to + throw off this unhappy, designing, wicked girl before it is too late! She + has made you forget your duty to your mother, but not, I hope, + irrevocably. Oh, my poor, dear, wandering boy, won’t you listen to + the voice of reason? won’t you return once more like the prodigal + son, to your neglected mother and your forgotten duty?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear mother,’ Ernest said, hardly knowing how to answer, ‘you + WILL persist in completely misunderstanding me. I love Edie Oswald with + all my heart; I have promised to marry her, because she has done me the + great and undeserved honour of accepting me as her future husband; and + even if I wanted to break off the engagement (which it would break my own + heart to do), I certainly couldn’t break it off now without the most + disgraceful and dishonourable wickedness. That is quite fixed and certain, + and I can’t go back upon it in any way.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you insist, you unnatural boy,’ said Lady Le Breton, wiping + her eyes, and assuming the air of an injured parent, ‘you insist, + against my express wish, in marrying this girl Osborne, or whatever you + call her?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, I do, mother,’ Ernest answered quietly. + </p> + <p> + ‘In that case,’ said Lady Le Breton, coldly, ‘I must beg of + you that you won’t bring this lady, whether as your wife or + otherwise, under my roof. I haven’t been accustomed to associate + with the daughters of tradesmen, and I don’t wish to associate with + them now in any way.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If so,’ Ernest said, very softly, ‘I can’t remain under + your roof myself any longer. I can go nowhere at all where my future wife + will not be received on exactly the same terms that I am.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you had bettor go,’ said Lady Le Breton, in her chilliest + manner. ‘Ronald, do me the favour to ring the bell for a cab for + your brother Ernest.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I shall walk, thank you, mother,’ said Ernest quietly. ‘Good + morning, dear Ronald.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald rose solemnly and opened the door for him. ‘Therefore shall a + man leave his father and mother,’ he said in his clear, soft voice, + ‘and shall cleave unto his wife; and they twain shall be one flesh. + Amen.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Le Breton darted a withering glance at her younger son as Ernest shut + the door after him, and burst once more into a sudden flood of + uncontrollable tears. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. — ‘COME YE OUT AND BE YE SEPARATE.’ + </h2> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley’s London lodgings were wonderfully snug and + comfortable for the second floor of a second-rate house in a small retired + side street near the Embankment at Chelsea. He had made the most of the + four modest little rooms, with his quick taste and his deft, cunning + fingers:—four rooms, or rather boxes, one might almost call them; a + bedroom each for himself and the Progenitor; a wee sitting-room for meals + and music—the two Berkeleys would doubtless as soon have gone + without the one as the other; and a tiny study where Arthur might work + undisturbed at his own desk upon his new and original magnum opus, + destined to form the great attraction of the coming season at the + lately-opened Ambiguities Theatre. Things had prospered well with the + former Oxford curate during the last twelve-month. His cantata at Leeds + had proved a wonderful success, and had finally induced him to remove to + London, and take to composing as a regular profession. He had his qualms + about it, to be sure, as one who had put his hand to the plough and then + turned back; he did not feel quite certain in his own mind how far he was + justified in giving up the more spiritual for the more worldly calling; + but natures like Arthur Berkeley’s move rather upon passing feeling + than upon deeper sentiment; and had he not ample ground, he asked himself, + for this reconsideration of the monetary position? He had the Progenitor’s + happiness to insure before thinking of the possible injury to his + non-existent parishioners. If he was doing Whippingham Parva or + Norton-cum-Sutton out of an eloquent and valuable potential rector, if he + was depriving the Church in the next half-century of a dignified and + portly prospective archdeacon, he is at least making his father’s + last days brighter and more comfortable than his early ones had ever been. + And then, was not music, too, in its own way, a service, a liturgy, a + worship? Surely he could do higher good to men’s souls—as they + call them—to whatever little spark of nobler and better fire there + might lurk within those dull clods of common clay he saw all around him—by + writing such a work as his Leeds cantata, than by stringing together for + ever those pretty centos of seventeenth-century conceits and + nineteenth-century doubts or hesitations which he was accustomed to call + his sermons! Whatever came of it, he must give up the miserable pittance + of a curacy, and embrace the career open to the musical talents. + </p> + <p> + So he fitted up his little Chelsea rooms in his own economically sumptuous + fashion with some bits of wall paper, a few jugs and vases, and an etching + or two after Meissonier; planted the Progenitor down comfortably in a + large easy-chair, with a melodious fiddle before him; and set to work + himself to do what he could towards elevating the British stage and + pocketing a reasonable profit on his own account from that familiar and + ever-rejuvenescent process. He was quite in earnest, now, about producing + a totally new effect of his own; and believing in his work, as a good + workman ought to do, he wrought at it indefatigably and well in the + retirement of a second-pair back, overlooking a yardful of fluttering + clothes, and a fine skyline vista of bare, yellowish brick chimneys. + </p> + <p> + ‘What part are you working at to-day, Artie?’ said the old + shoemaker, looking over his son’s shoulder at the blank music paper + before him. ‘Quartette of Biological Professors, eh?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, father,’ Berkeley answered with a smile. ‘How do you + think it runs now?’ and he hummed over a few lines of his own words, + set with a quaint lilt to his own inimitable and irresistible music:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + And though in unanimous chorus + We mourn that from ages before us + No single enaliosaurus + To-day should survive, + + Yet joyfully may we bethink us, + With the earliest mammal to link us, + We still have the ornithorhyncus + Extant and alive! +</pre> + <p> + ‘How do you think the score does for that, father, eh? Catching air + rather, isn’t it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not a better air in the whole piece, Artie; but, my boy, who do you think + will ever understand the meaning of the words. The gods themselves won’t + know what you’re driving at.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But I’m going to strike out a new line, Daddie dear. I’m not + going to play to the gallery; I mean to play to the stalls and boxes.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Was there ever such a born aristocrat as this young parson is!’ + cried the old man, lifting up both his hands with a playful gesture of + mock-deprecation. ‘He’s hopeless! He’s terrible! He’s + incorrigible! Why, you unworthy son of a respectable Paddington shoemaker, + if even the intelligent British artizans in the gallery don’t + understand you, how the dickens do you suppose the oiled and curled + Assyrian bulls in the stalls and boxes will have a glimmering idea of what + you’re driving at? The supposition’s an insult to the popular + intelligence—in other words, to me, sir, your Progenitor.’ + </p> + <p> + Berkeley laughed. ‘I don’t know about that, father,’ he + said, holding up the page of manuscript music at arm’s length + admiringly before him; ‘but I do know one thing: this comic opera of + mine is going to be a triumphant success.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘So I’ve thought ever since you began it, Artie. You see, my boy, + there’s a great many points in its favour. In the first place you + can write your own libretto, or whatever you call it; and you know I’ve + always held that though that Wagner man was wrong in practice—a most + inflated thunder-bomb, his Lohengrin—yet he was right in theory, + right in theory, Artie; every composer ought to be his own poet. Well, + then, again, you’ve got a certain peculiar vein of humour of your + own, a kind of delicate semi-serious burlesque turn about you that’s + quite original, both in writing and in composing; you’re a humourist + in verse and a humourist in music, that’s the long and the short of + it. Now, you’ve hit upon a fresh lode of dramatic ore in this opera + of yours, and if my judgment goes for anything, it’ll bring the + house down the first evening. I’m a bit of a critic, Artie; by hook + or by crook, you know, paper or money, I’ve heard every good opera, + comic or serious, that’s been given in London these last thirty + years, and I flatter myself I know something by this time about operatic + criticism.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re wrong about Wagner, father,’ said Arthur, still + glancing with paternal partiality at his sheet of manuscript: ‘Lohengrin’s + a very fine work, a grand work, I assure you. I won’t let you run it + down. But, barring that, I think you’re pretty nearly right in your + main judgment. I’m not modest, and it strikes me somehow that I’ve + invented a genre. That’s about what it comes to.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If you’d confine yourself to your native tongue, Mr. Parson, your + ignorant old father might have some chance of agreeing or disagreeing with + you; but as he doesn’t even know what the thingumbob you say you’ve + invented may happen to be, he can’t profitably continue the + discussion of that subject. However, my only fear is that you may perhaps + be writing above the heads of the audience. Not in the music, Artie; they + can’t fail to catch that; it rings in one’s head like the song + of a hedge warbler—tirree, tirree, lu-lu-lu, la-la, tirree, tu-whit, + tu-whoo, tra-la-la—but in the words and the action. I’m half + afraid that’ll be over their heads, even in the gallery. What do you + think you’ll finally call it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m hesitating, Daddy, between “Evolution” and “The + Primate of Fiji.” Which do you recommend—tell me?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The Primate, by all means,’ said the old man gaily. ‘And you + still mean to open with the debate in the Fijian Parliament on the + Deceased Grandmother’s Second Cousin Bill?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, I don’t, Daddy. I’ve written a new first scene this week, + in which the President of the Board of Trade remonstrates with the + mermaids on their remissness in sending their little ones to the Fijian + Board Schools, in order to receive primary instruction in the art of + swimming. I’ve got a capital chorus of mermaids to balance the other + chorus of Biological Professors on the Challenger Expedition. I consider + it’s a happy cross between Ariosto and Aristophanes. If you like, I’ll + give you the score, and read over the words to you.’ ‘Do,’ + said the old man, settling himself down in comfort in his son’s + easy-chair, and assuming the sternest air of an impartial critic. Arthur + Berkeley read on dramatically, in his own clever airy fashion, suiting + accent and gesture to the subject matter through the whole first three + acts of that exquisitely humorous opera, the Primate of Fiji. Sometimes he + hummed the tune over to himself as he went; sometimes he played a few + notes upon his flute by way of striking the key-note; sometimes he rose + from his seat in his animation, and half acted the part he was reading + with almost unconscious and spontaneous mimicry. He read through the + famous song of the President of the Local Government Board, that everybody + has since heard played by every German band at the street corners; through + the marvellously catching chorus of the superannuated tide-waiters; + through the culminating dialogue between the London Missionary Society’s + Agent and the Hereditary Grand Sacrificer to the King of Fiji. Of course + the recital lacked everything of the scenery and dresses that give it so + much vogue upon the stage; but it had at least the charmingly suggestive + music, the wonderful linking of sound to sense, the droll and inimitable + intermixture of the plausible and the impossible which everybody has + admired and laughed at in the acted piece. + </p> + <p> + The old shoemaker listened in breathless silence, keeping his eye fixed + steadily all the time upon the clean copy of the score. Only once he made + a wry face to himself, and that was in the chorus to the debate in the + Fijian Parliament on the proposal to leave off the practice of obligatory + cannibalism. The conservative party were of opinion that if you began by + burying instead of eating your deceased wife, you might end by the + atrocious practice of marrying your deceased wife’s sister; and they + opposed the revolutionary measure in that well known refrain:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + Of change like this we’re naturally chary, + Nolumus leges Fijiae mutari. +</pre> + <p> + That passage evidently gave the Progenitor deep pain. + </p> + <p> + ‘Stick to your own language, my boy,’ he murmured; ‘stick to + your own language. The Latin may be very fine, but the gallery wil never + understand it.’ However, when Arthur finished at last, he drew a + long breath, and laid down the roll of manuscript with an involuntary + little cry of half-stifled applause. + </p> + <p> + ‘Artie,’ he said rising from the chair slowly, ‘Artie, that’s + not so bad for a parson, I can tell you. I hope the Archbishop won’t + be tempted to cite you for displaying an amount of originality unworthy of + your cloth.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Father,’ said Arthur, suddenly, after a short pause, with a tinge + of pensiveness in his tone that was not usual with him, in speaking at + least; ‘Father, I often think I ought never to have become a parson + at all.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, my boy,’ said the old man, looking up at him sharply with his + keen eyes, ‘I knew that long ago. You’ve never really believed + in the thing, and you oughtn’t to have gone in for it from the very + beginning. It was the music, and the dresses, and the decorations that + enticed you, Artie, and not the doctrine.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur turned towards him with a pained expression. ‘Father,’ + he said, half reproachfully, ‘Father, dear father, don’t talk + to me like that. Don’t think I’m so shallow or so dishonest as + to subscribe to opinions I don’t believe in. It’s a curious + thing to say, a curious thing in this unbelieving age, and I’m half + ashamed to say it, even to you; but do you know, father, I really do + believe it: in my very heart of hearts, I fancy I believe every word of + it.’ + </p> + <p> + The old man listened to him compassionately and tenderly, as a woman + listens to the fears and troubles of a little child. To him, that plain + confession of faith was, in truth, a wonder and a stumbling-block. Good, + simple-hearted, easy-going, logical-minded, sceptical shoemaker that he + was, with his head all stuffed full of Malthus, and John Stuart Mill, and + political economy, and the hard facts of life and science, how could he + hope to understand the complex labyrinth of metaphysical thinking, and + childlike faith, and aesthetic attraction, and historical authority, which + made a sensitive man like Arthur Berkeley, in his wayward, half-serious, + emotional fashion, turn back lovingly and regretfully to the fair old + creed that his father had so long deserted? How strange that Artie, a + full-grown male person, with all the learning of the schools behind him, + should relapse at last into these childish and exploded mediaeval + superstitions! How incredible that, after having been brought up from his + babyhood upward on the strong meat of the agnostic philosophers, he should + fall back in his manhood on the milk for babes administered to him by + orthodox theology! The simple-minded old sceptic could hardly credit it, + now that Arthur told him so with his own lips, though he had more than + once suspected it when he heard him playing sacred music with that last + touch of earnestness in his execution which only the sincerest conviction + and most intimate realisation of its import can ever give. Ah well, ah + well, good sceptical old shoemaker; there are perhaps more things in + heaven and earth and in the deep soul of man than are dreamt of in your + philosophy. + </p> + <p> + Still, though the avowal shocked and disappointed him a little, the old + man could not find it in his heart to say one word of sorrow or + disapproval, far less of ridicule or banter, to his dearly loved boy. He + felt instinctively, what Herbert Le Breton could not feel, that this + sentimental tendency of his son’s, as he thought it, lay far too + deep and seemed far too sacred for mere argument or common discussion. + ‘Perhaps,’ he said to himself softly, ‘Artie’s + emotional side has got the better of his intellectual. I brought him up + without telling him any thing of these things, except negatively, and by + way of warning against superstitious tendencies; and when he went to + Oxford, and saw the doctrines tricked out in all the authority of a great + hierarchy, with its cathedrals, and chapels, and choirs, and altars, and + robes, and fal-lal finery, it got the better of him; got the better of + him, very naturally. Artie’s a cleverer fellow than his old father—had + more education, and so on; and I’m fond of him, very fond of him; + but his logical faculty isn’t quite straight, somehow: he lets his + feelings have too much weight and prominence against his calmer reason! I + can easily understand how, with his tastes and leanings, the clericals + should have managed to get a hold over him. The clericals are such + insinuating cunning fellows. A very impressionable boy Artie was, always; + the poetical temperament and the artistic temperament always is + impressionable, I suppose; but shoemaking certainly does develop the + logical faculties. Seems as though the logical faculties were situated in + the fore-part of the brain, as they mark them out on the phrenological + heads; and the leaning forward that gives us the shoemaker’s + forehead must tend to enlarge them—give them plenty of room to + expand and develop!’ Saying which thing to himself musingly, the + father took his son’s hand gently in his, and only smoothed it + quietly as he looked deep into Arthur’s eyes, without uttering a + single word. + </p> + <p> + As for Arthur Berkeley, he sat silent, too, half averting his face from + his father’s gaze, and feeling a little blush of shame upon his + cheek at having been surprised unexpectedly into such an unwonted avowal. + How could he ever expect his father to understand the nature of his + feelings! To him, good old man that he was, all these things were just + matters of priestcraft and obscurantism—fables invented by the + ecclesiastical mind as a means of getting fat livings and comfortable + deaneries out of the public pocket. And, indeed, Arthur was well + accustomed at Oxford to keeping his own opinions to himself on such + subjects. What chance of sympathy or response was there for such a man as + he in that coldly critical and calmly deliberative learned society? Not, + of course, that all Oxford was wholly given over even then to extreme + agnosticism. There were High Churchmen, and Low Churchmen, and Broad + Churchmen enough, to be sure: men learned in the Fathers, and the Canons, + and the Acts of the General Councils; men ready to argue on the + intermediate state, or on the three witnesses, or on the heretical nature + of the Old Catholic schism; men prepared with minute dogmatic opinions + upon every conceivable or inconceivable point of abstract theology. There + were people who could trace the Apostolic succession of the old Cornish + bishops, and people who could pronounce authoritatively upon the exact + distinction between justification and remission of sins. But for all these + things Arthur Berkeley cared nothing. Where, then, among those learned + exegetical theologians, was there room for one whose belief was a matter, + not of reason and argument, but of feeling and of sympathy? He did not + want to learn what the Council of Trent had said about such and such a + dogma; he wanted to be conscious of an inner truth, to find the world + permeated by an informing righteousness, to know himself at one with the + inner essence of the entire universe. And though he could never feel sure + whether it was all illusion or not, he had hungered and thirsted after + believing it, till, as he told his father timidly that day, he actually + did believe it somehow in his heart of hearts. Let us not seek to probe + too deeply into those inner recesses, whose abysmal secrets are never + perfectly clear even to the introspective eyes of the conscious + self-dissector himself. + </p> + <p> + After a pause Arthur spoke again. He spoke this time in a very low voice, + as one afraid to open his soul too much, even to his father. ‘Dear, dear + father,’ he said, releasing his hand softly, ‘you don’t + quite understand what I mean about it. It isn’t because I don’t + believe, or try to believe, or hope I believe, that I think I ought never + to have become a parson. In my way, as in a glass, darkly, I do strive my + best to believe, though perhaps my belief is hardly more in its way than + Ernest Le Breton’s unbelieving. I do want to think that this great + universe we see around us isn’t all a mistake and an abortion. I + want to find a mind and an order and a purpose in it; and, perhaps because + I want it, I make myself believe that I have really found it. In that hope + and belief, with the ultimate object of helping on whatever is best and + truest in the world, I took orders. But I feel now that it was an error + for me. I’m not the right man to make a parson. There are men who + are born for that rôle; men who know how to conduct themselves in it + decently and in seemly fashion; men who can quietly endure all its + restraints, and can fairly rise to the height of all its duties. But I can’t. + I was intended for something lighter and less onerous than that. If I stop + in the Church I shall do no good to myself or to it; if I come out of it, + I shall make both parties freer, and shall be able to do more good in my + own generation. And so, father, for the very same reasons that made me go + into it, I mean to come out again. Not in any quarrel with it, nor as + turning my back upon it, but just as the simple acknowledgment of a + mistaken calling. It wouldn’t be seemly, for example, for a parson + to write comic operas. But I feel I can do more good by writing comic + operas than by talking dogmatically about things I hardly understand to + people who hardly understand me. So before I get this opera acted I mean + to leave off my white tie, and be known in future, henceforth and for + ever, as plain Arthur Berkeley.’ + </p> + <p> + The old shoemaker listened in respectful silence. ‘It isn’t + for me, Artie,’ he said, as his son finished, ‘to stand + between a man and his conscience. As John Stuart Mill says in his essay on + “Liberty,” we must allow full play to every man’s + individuality. Wonderful man, John Stuart Mill; I understand his + grandfather was a shoemaker. Well, I won’t talk with you about the + matter of conviction; but I never wanted you to be a parson, and I shall + feel all the happier myself when you’ve ceased to be one.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And I,’ said Arthur, ‘shall feel all the freer; but if I had + been able to remain where I was, I should have felt all the worthier, for + all that.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. — A QUIET WEDDING. + </h2> + <p> + Fate was adverse for the moment to Arthur Berkeley’s well meant + designs for shuffling off the trammels of his ecclesiastical habit. He was + destined to appear in public at least once more, not only in the black + coat and white tie of his everyday professional costume, but even in the + flowing snowy surplice of a solemn and decorous spiritual function. The + very next morning’s post brought him a little note from Ernest Le + Breton specially begging him, in his own name and Edie’s, to come + down to Calcombe Pomeroy, and officiate as parson at their approaching + wedding. The note had cost Ernest a conscientious struggle, for he would + have personally preferred to be married at a Registry Office, as being + more in accordance with the duties of a good citizen, and savouring less + of effete ecclesiastical superstition; but he felt he couldn’t even + propose such a step to Edie; she wouldn’t have considered herself + married at all, unless she were married quite regularly by a duly + qualified clerk in holy orders of the Church of England as by law + established. Already, indeed, Ernest was beginning to recognise with a + sigh that if he was going to live in the world at all, he must do so by + making at least a partial sacrifice of political consistency. You may step + out of your own century, if you choose, yourself, but you can’t get + all the men and women with whom you come in contact to step out of it also + in unison just to please you. + </p> + <p> + So Ernest had sat down reluctantly to his desk, and consented to ask + Arthur Berkeley to assist at the important ceremony in his professional + clerical capacity. If he was going to have a medicine man or a priest at + all to marry him to the girl of his choice—a barbaric survival, at + the best, he thought it—he would, at any rate, prefer having his + friend Arthur—a good man and true—to having the fat, + easy-going, purse-proud rector of the parish; the younger son of a wealthy + family who had gone into the Church for the sake of the living, and who + rolled sumptuously down the long hilly High Street every day in his + comfortable carriage, leaning back with his fat hands folded complacently + over his ample knees, and gazing abstractedly, with his little pigs’-eyes + half buried in his cheek, at the beautiful prospect afforded him by the + broad livery-covered backs of his coachman and his footman. Ernest could + never have consented to lot that lazy, overfed, useless encumbrance on a + long-suffering commonwealth, that idle gorger of dainty meats and choice + wines from the tithes of the tolling, suffering people, bear any part in + what was after all the most solemn and serious contract of his whole + lifetime. And, to say the truth, Edie quite agreed with him on that point, + too. Though her moral indignation against poor, useless, empty-headed old + Mr. Walters didn’t burn quite so fierce or so clear as Ernest’s—she + regarded the fat old parson, indeed, rather from the social point of view, + as a ludicrously self-satisfied specimen of the lower stages of humanity, + than from the political point of view, as a greedy swallower of large + revenues for small work inefficiently performed—she would still have + felt that his presence at her wedding jarred and grated on all the finer + sensibilities of her nature, as out of accord with the solemn and tender + associations of that supreme moment. To have been married by prosy old Mr. + Walters, to have taken the final benediction on the greatest act of her + life from those big white fat fingers, would have spoilt the reminiscence + of the wedding day for her as long as she lived. But when Ernest suggested + Arthur Berkeley’s name to her, she acquiesced with all her heart in + the happy selection. She liked Berkeley better than anybody else she had + ever met, except Ernest; and she knew that his presence would rather add + one more bright association to the day than detract from it in the coming + years. Her poor little wedding would want all the additions that friends + could make to its cheerfulness, to get over the lasting gloom and blank of + dear Harry’s absence. + </p> + <p> + ‘You will come and help us, I know, Berkeley,’ Ernest wrote to + Arthur in his serious fashion. ‘We feel there is nobody else we + should so like to have present at our wedding as yourself. Come soon, too, + for there are lots of things I want to talk over with you. It’s a + very solemn responsibility, getting married: you have to take upon + yourself the duty of raising up future citizens for the state; and with + our present knowledge of how nature works through the laws of heredity, + you have to think whether you two who contemplate marriage are well fitted + to act as parents to the generations that are to be. When I remember that + all my own faults and failings may be handed on relentlessly to those that + come after us—built up in the very fibre of their being—I am + half appalled at my own temerity. Then, again, there is the inexorable + question of money; is it prudent or is it wrong of us to marry on such an + uncertainty? I’m afraid that Schurz and Malthas would tell us—very + wrong. I have turned over these things by myself till I’m tired of + arguing them out in my own head, and I want you to come down beforehand, + so as to cheer me up a bit with your lighter and brighter philosophy. On + the very eve of my marriage, I’m somehow getting dreadfully + pessimistic.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur read the letter through impatiently and crumpled it up in his hands + with a gesture of despondency. ‘Poor little Miss Butterfly,’ + he said to himself, pityingly, ‘was there ever such an abstraction + of an ethical unit as this good, solemn, self-torturing Ernest! How will + she ever live with him? How will he ever live with her? Poor little soul! + Harry is gone like the sunshine out of her life; and now this + well-meaning, gloomy, conscientious cloud comes caressingly to overspread + her with the shadowing pall of its endless serious doubts and hesitations. + Fancy a man who has won little Miss Butterfly’s heart—dear + little Miss Butterfly’s gay, laughing, tender little heart—writing + such a letter as that to the friend who’s going to marry them! Upon + my word, I’ve half a mind to go into the concientious scruples + business on my own account! Have I any right to be a party to fettering + poor airy fairy little Miss Butterfly, with a heavy iron chain for life + and always, to this great lumbering elephantine moral Ernest? Am I + justified in tying the cable round her dainty little neck with a silken + thread, and then fastening it round his big leg with rivets of hardened + steel on the patent Bessemer process? If a couple of persons, duly called + by banns in their own respective parishes, or furnished with the right + reverend’s perquisite, a licence, come to me, a clerk in holy + orders, and ask me to marry them, I’ve a vague idea that unless I + comply I lay myself open to the penalties of praemunire, or something else + equally awful and mysterious. But if the couple write and ask me to come + down into Devonshire and marry them, that’s quite another matter. I + can lawfully answer, ‘Non possumus.’ There’s a fine + ecclesiastical ring, by the way, about answering ‘Non possumus;’ + it sums up the entire position of the Church in a nutshell! Well, I doubt + whether I ought to go; but as a matter of friendship, I’ll throw + overboard my poor conscience. It’s used to the process by this time, + no doubt, like eels to skinning; and as Hudibras says, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + However tender it may be, + ‘Tis passing blind where ‘twill not see. +</pre> + <p> + If she’d only have taken ME, now, who knows but I might in time have + risen to be a Prebendary or even a Dean? ‘They that have used the + office of a deacon well, purchase to themselves a good degree,’ Paul + wrote to Timothy once; but it’s not so now, it’s not so now; + preferment goes by favour, and the deacon must e’en shift as best he + can on his own account.’ So, in the end, Arthur packed up his + surplice in his little handbag, and took his way peacefully down to + Calcombe Pomeroy. + </p> + <p> + It was a very quiet, almost a sombre wedding, for the poor Oswalds were + still enveloped in the lasting gloom of their great loss, and not much + outward show or preparation, such as the female heart naturally delights + in, could possibly be made under these painful circumstances. Still, all + the world of Calcombe came to see little Miss Oswald married to the grave + gentleman from Oxford; and most of them gave her their hearty good wishes, + for Edie was a general favourite with gentle and simple throughout the + whole borough. Herbert was there, like a decorous gentleman, to represent + the bridegroom’s family, and so was Ronald, who had slipped away + from London without telling Lady Le Breton, for fear of another + distressful scone at the last moment. Arthur Berkeley read the service in + his beautiful impressive manner, and looked his part well in his flowing + white surplice. But as he uttered the solemn words, ‘Whom God hath + joined together, let no man put asunder,’ the musical ring of his + own voice sounded to his heart like the knell of his own one love—the + funeral service over the only romance he could ever mix in throughout his + whole lifetime. Poor fellow, he had taken the duty upon him with all + friendly heartiness; but he felt an awful and lonely feeling steal over + him when it was all finished, and when he knew that his little Miss + Butterfly was now Ernest Le Breton’s lawful wife for ever and ever. + </p> + <p> + In the vestry, after signing the books, Herbert and Ronald and some of the + others insisted on their ancient right of kissing the bride in good old + English fashion. But Arthur did not. It would not have been loyal. He felt + in his heart that he had loved little Miss Butterfly too deeply himself + for that; to claim a kiss would be abusing the formal dues of his + momentary position. Henceforth he would not even think of her to himself + in that little pet name of his brief Oxford dream: he would call her + nothing in his own mind but Mrs. Le Breton. + </p> + <p> + Edie’s simple little presents were all arranged in the tiny parlour + behind the shop. Most of them were from her own personal friends: a few + were from the gentry of the surrounding neighbourhood: but there were two + handsomer than the rest: they came from outside the narrow little circle + of Calcombe Pomeroy society. One was a plain gold bracelet from Arthur + Berkeley; and on the gold of the inner face, though neither Edie nor + Ernest noticed it, he had lightly cut with his knife on the soft metal the + one word, ‘Frustra.’ The other was a dressing-case, with a + little card inside, ‘Miss Oswald, from Lady Hilda Tregellis.’ + Hilda had heard of Ernest’s approaching wedding from Herbert (who + took an early opportunity of casually lunching at Dunbude, in order to + show that he mustn’t be identified with his socialistic brother); + and the news had strangely proved a slight salve to poor Hilda’s + wounded vanity—or, perhaps it would be fairer to say, to her + slighted higher instincts. ‘A country grocer’s daughter!’ + she said to herself: ‘the sister of a great mathematical scholar! + How very original of him to think of marrying a grocer’s daughter! + Why, of course, he must have been engaged to her all along before he came + here! And even if he hadn’t been, one might have known at once that + such a man as he is would never go and marry a girl whose name’s in + the peerage, when he could strike out a line for himself by marrying a + grocer’s daughter. I really like him better than ever for it. I must + positively send her a little present. They’ll be as poor as church + mice, I’ve no doubt. I ought to send her something that’ll be + practically useful.’ And by way of sending something practically + useful, Lady Hilda chose at last a handsome silver-topped Russia leather + dressing-case. + </p> + <p> + It was not such a wedding as Edie had pictured to herself in her first + sweet maidenly fancies; but still, when they drove away alone in the + landau from the side-door of the Red Lion to Calcombe Road Station, she + felt a quiet pride and security in her heart from the fact that she was + now the wedded wife of a man she loved so dearly as Ernest Le Breton. And + even Ernest so far conquered his social scruples that he took first-class + tickets, for the first time in his life, to Ilfracombe, where they were to + spend their brief and hasty fragment of a poor little honeymoon. It’s + so extremely hard to be a consistent socialist where women are concerned, + especially on the very day of your own wedding! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. — INTO THE FIRE. + </h2> + <p> + ‘Let me see, Le Breton,’ Dr. Greatrex observed to the new master, + ‘you’ve taken rooms for yourself in West Street for the present—you’ll + take a house on the parade by-and-by, no doubt. Now, which church do you + mean to go to?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, really,’ Ernest answered, taken a little aback at the + suddenness of the question, ‘I haven’t had time to think about + it yet.’ + </p> + <p> + The doctor frowned slightly. ‘Not had time to think about it,’ + he repeated, rather severely. ‘Not had time to think about such a + serious question as your particular place of worship! You quite surprise + me. Well, if you’ll allow me to make a suggestion in the matter it + would be that you and Mrs. Le Breton should take seats, for the present at + least, at St. Martha’s. The parish church is high, decidedly high, + and I wouldn’t recommend you to go there; most of our parents don’t + approve of it. You’re an Oxford man, I know, and so I suppose you’re + rather high yourself; but in this particular matter I would strongly + advise you to subordinate your own personal feelings to the parents’ + wishes. Then there’s St. Jude’s; St. Jude’s is + distinctly low—quite Evangelical in fact: indeed, I may say, + scarcely what I should consider sound church principles at all in any way; + and I think you ought most certainly to avoid it sedulously. Evangelicism + is on the decline at present in Pilbury Regis. As to St. Barnabas—Barabbas + they call it generally, a most irreverent joke, but, of course, inevitable—Barabbas + is absolutely Ritualistic. Many of our parents object to it most strongly. + But St. Martha’s is a quiet, moderate, inoffensive church in every + respect—sound and sensible, and free from all extremes. You can give + no umbrage to anybody, even the most cantankerous, by going to St. Martha’s. + The High Church people fraternise with it on the one hand, and the + moderate church people fraternise with it on the other, while as to the + Evangelicals and the dissenters, they hardly contribute any boys to the + school, or if they do, they don’t object to unobtrusive church + principles. Indeed, my experience has been, Le Breton, that even the most + rabid dissenters prefer to have their sons educated by a sound, moderate, + high-principled, and, if I may say so, neutral-tinted church clergyman.’ + And the doctor complacently pulled his white tie straight before the big + gilt-framed drawing-room mirror. + </p> + <p> + ‘Then, again,’ the doctor went on placidly in a bland tone of mild + persuasion, ‘there’s the question of politics. Politics are a + very ticklish matter, I can assure you, in Pilbury Regis. Have you any + fixed political opinions of your own, Le Breton, or are you waiting to + form them till you’ve had some little experience in your profession?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My opinions,’ Ernest answered timidly, ‘so far as they can be + classed under any of the existing political formulas at all, are decidedly + Liberal—I may even say Radical.’ + </p> + <p> + The doctor bit his lip and frowned severely. ‘Radical,’ he + said, slowly, with a certain delicate tinge of acerbity in his tone. ‘That’s + bad. If you will allow me to interpose in the matter, I should strongly + advise you, for your own sake, to change them at once and entirely. I don’t + object to moderate Liberalism—perhaps as many as one-third of our + parents are moderate Liberals; but decidedly the most desirable form of + political belief for a successful schoolmaster is a quiet and gentlemanly, + but unswerving Conservatism. I don’t say you ought to be an + uncompromising old-fashioned Tory—far from it: that alienates not + only the dissenters, but even the respectable middle-class Liberals. What + is above all things expected in a schoolmaster is a central position in + politics, so to speak—a careful avoidance of all extremes—a + readiness to welcome all reasonable progress, while opposing in a + conciliatory spirit all revolutionary or excessive changes—in short, + an attitude of studied moderation. That, if you will allow me to advise + you, Le Breton, is the sort of thing, you may depend upon it, that most + usually meets the wishes of the largest possible number of pupils’ + parents.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid,’ Ernest answered, as respectfully as possible, + ‘my political convictions are too deeply seated to be subordinated + to my professional interests.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Eh! What!’ the doctor cried sharply. ‘Subordinate your + principles to your personal interests! Oh, pray don’t mistake me so + utterly as that! Not at all, not at all, my dear Le Breton. I don’t + mean that for the shadow of a second. What I mean is rather this,’ + and here the doctor cleared his throat and pulled round his white tie a + second time, ‘that a schoolmaster, considering attentively what is + best for his pupils, mark you—we all exist for our pupils, you know, + my dear fellow, don’t we?—a schoolmaster should avoid such + action as may give any unnecessary scandal, you see, or seem to clash with + the ordinary opinion of the pupils’ parents. Of course, if your + views are fully formed, and are of a mildly Liberal complexion (put it so, + I beg of you, and don’t use that distressful word Radical), I wouldn’t + for the world have you act contrary to them. But I wouldn’t have you + obtrude them too ostentatiously—for your own sake, Le Breton, for + your own sake, I assure you. Remember, you’re a very young man yet: + you have plenty of time before you to modify your opinions in: as you go + on, you’ll modify them—moderate them—bring them into + harmony with the average opinions of ordinary parents. Don’t commit + yourself at present—that’s all I would say to you—don’t + commit yourself at present. When you’re as old as I am, my dear + fellow, you’ll see through all these youthful extravagances.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And as to the church, Mr. Le Breton,’ said Mrs. Greatrex, with + bland suggestiveness from the ottoman, ‘of course, we regard the + present very unsatisfactory arrangement as only temporary. The doctor + hopes in time to get a chapel built, which is much nicer for the boys, and + also more convenient for the masters and their families—they all + have seats, of course, in the chancel. At Charlton College, where the + doctor was an assistant for some years, before we came to Pilbury, there + was one of the under-masters, a young man of very good family, who took + such an interest in the place that he not only contributed a hundred + pounds out of his own pocket towards building a chapel, but also got ever + so many of his wealthy friends elsewhere to subscribe, first to that, and + then to the organ and stained-glass window. We’ve got up a small + building fund here ourselves already, of which the doctor’s + treasurer, and we hope before many years to have a really nice chapel, + with good music and service well done—the kind of thing that’ll + be of use to the school, and have an excellent moral effect upon the boys + in the way of religious training.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No doubt,’ Ernest answered evasively, ‘you’ll soon + manage to raise the money in such a place as Pilbury.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No doubt,’ the doctor replied, looking at him with a searching + glance, and evidently harbouring an uncomfortable suspicion, already, that + this young man had not got the moral and religious welfare of the boys + quite so deeply at heart as was desirable in a model junior assistant + master. ‘Well, well, we shall see you at school to-morrow morning, + Le Breton: till then I hope you’ll find yourselves quite comfortable + in your new lodgings.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest went back from this visit of ceremony with a doubtful heart, and + left Dr. and Mrs. Greatrex alone to discuss their new acquisition. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Maria,’ said the doctor, in a dubious tone of voice, as soon + as Ernest was fairly out of hearing, ‘what do you think of him?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Think!’ answered Mrs. Greatrex, energetically. ‘Why, I don’t + think at all. I feel sure he’ll never, never, never make a + schoolmaster!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid not,’ the doctor responded, pensively. ‘I’m + afraid not, Maria. He’s got ideas of his own, I regret to say; and, + what’s worse, they’re not the right ones.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, he’ll never do,’ Mrs. Greatrex continued, scornfully. + ‘Nothing at all professional about him in any way. No interest or + enthusiasm in the matter of the chapel; not a spark of responsiveness even + about the stained-glass window; hardly a trace of moral or religious + earnestness, of care for the welfare and happiness of the dear boys. He + wouldn’t in the least impress intending parents—or, rather, I + feel sure he’d impress them most unfavourably. The best thing we can + do, now we’ve got him, is to play off his name on relations in + society, but to keep the young man himself as far as possible in the + background. I confess he’s a disappointment—a very great and + distressing disappointment.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘He is, he is certainly,’ the doctor acquiesced, with a sigh of + regretfulness. ‘I’m afraid we shall never be able to make much + of him. But we must do our best—for his own sake, and the sake of + the boys and parents, it’s our duty, Maria, to do our best with him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, of course,’ Mrs. Greatrex replied, languidly: ‘but I’m + bound to say, I’m sure it’ll prove a very thankless piece of + duty. Young men of his sort have never any proper sense of gratitude.’ + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Edie, in the little lodgings in a side street near the + school-house, had run out quickly to open the door for Ernest, and waited + anxiously to hear his report upon their new employers. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Ernest dear,’ she asked, with something of the old childish + brightness in her eager manner, ‘and what do you think of them?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, Edie,’ Ernest answered, kissing her white forehead gently, ‘I + don’t want to judge them too hastily, but I’m inclined to + fancy, on first sight, that both the doctor and his wife are most + egregious and unmitigated humbugs.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Humbugs, Ernest! why, how do you mean?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Edie, they’ve got the moral and religious welfare of the boys + at their very finger ends; and, do you know—I don’t want to be + uncharitable—but I somehow imagine they haven’t got it at + heart as well. However, we must do our best, and try to fall in with them.’ + </p> + <p> + And for a whole year Ernest and Edie did try to fall in with them to the + best of their ability. It was hard work, for though the doctor himself was + really at bottom a kind-hearted man, with a mere thick veneer of + professional humbug inseparable from his unhappy calling, Mrs. Greatrex + was a veritable thorn in the flesh to poor little natural honest-hearted + Edie. When she found that the Le Bretons didn’t mean to take a house + on the Parade or elsewhere, but were to live ingloriously in wee side + street lodgings, her disappointment was severe and extreme; but when she + incidentally discovered that Mrs. Le Breton was positively a grocer’s + daughter from a small country town, her moral indignation against the + baseness of mankind rose almost to white heat. To think that young Le + Breton should have insinuated himself into the position of third master + under false pretences—should have held out as qualifications for the + post his respectable connections, when he knew perfectly well all the time + that he was going to marry somebody who was not in Society—it was + really quite too awfully wicked and deceptive and unprincipled of him! A + very bad, dishonest young man, she was very much afraid; a young man with + no sense of truth or honour about him, though, of course, she wouldn’t + say so for the world before any of the parents, or do anything to injure + the poor young fellow’s future prospects if she could possibly help + it. But Mrs. Greatrex felt sure that Ernest had come to Pilbury of malice + prepense, as part of a deep-laid scheme to injure and ruin the doctor by + his horrid revolutionary notions. ‘He does it on purpose,’ she + used to say; ‘he talks in that way because he knows it positively + shocks and annoys us. He pretends to be very innocent all the time; but at + heart he’s a malignant, jealous, uncharitable creature. I’m + sure I wish he had never come to Pilbury Regis! And to go quarrelling with + his own mother, too—the unnatural man! The only respectable relation + he had, and the only one at all likely to produce any good or salutary + effect upon intending parents!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear,’ the doctor would answer apologetically, ‘you’re + really quite too hard upon young Le Breton. As far as school-work goes, he’s + a capital master, I assure you—so conscientious, and hard-working, + and systematic. He does his very best with the boys, even with that stupid + lout, Blenkinsopp major; and he has managed to din something into them in + mathematics somehow, so that I’m sure the fifth form will pass a + better examination this term than any term since we first came here. Now + that, you know, is really a great thing, even if he doesn’t quite + fall in with our preconceived social requirements.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m sure I don’t know about the mathematics or the fifth + form, Joseph,’ Mrs. Geatrex used to reply, with great dignity. + ‘That sort of thing falls under your department, I’m aware, + not under mine. But I’m sure that for all social purposes, Mr. Le + Breton is really a great deal worse than useless. A more unchristian, + disagreeable, self-opinionated, wrong-headed, objectionable young man I + never came across in the whole course of my experience. However, you + wouldn’t listen to my advice upon the subject, so it’s no use + talking any longer about it. I always advised you not to take him without + further enquiry into his antecedents; and you overbore me: you said he was + so well-connected, and so forth, and would hear nothing against him; so I + wish you joy now of your precious bargain. The only thing left for us is + to find some good opportunity of getting rid of him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I like the young man, as far as he goes,’ Dr. Greatrex replied + once, with unwonted spirit, ‘and I won’t get rid of him at + all, my dear, unless he obliges me to. He’s really well meaning, in + spite of all his absurdities, and upon my word, Maria, I believe he’s + thoroughly honest in his opinions.’ + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Greatrex only met this flat rebellion by an indirect remark to the + effect that some people seemed absolutely destitute of the very faintest + glimmering power of judging human character. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. — LITERATURE, MUSIC, AND THE DRAMA. + </h2> + <p> + ‘The Primate of Fiji’ was duly accepted and put into rehearsal by + the astute and enterprising manager of the Ambiguities Theatre. ‘It’s + a risk,’ he said candidly, when he read the manuscript over, ‘a + decided risk, Mr. Berkeley; I acknowledge the riskiness, but I don’t + mind trying it for all that. You see, you’ve staked everything upon + the doubtful supposition that the Public possesses a certain amount of + elementary intelligence, and a certain appreciation of genuine original + wit and humour. Your play’s literature, good literature; and that’s + rather a speculative element to introduce into the regular theatre + nowadays. Illegitimate, I should call it; decidedly illegitimate—but + still, perhaps, worth trying. Do you know the story about old Simon + Burbury, the horsedealer? Young Simon says to him one morning, “Father, + don’t you think we might manage to conduct this business of ours + without always telling quite so many downright lies about it?” The + old man looks back at him reproachfully, and says with a solemn shake of + the head, “Ah, Simon, Simon, little did I ever think I should live + to see a son of mine go in for speculation!” Well, my dear sir, that’s + pretty much how a modern manager feels about the literary element in the + drama. The Public isn’t accustomed to it, and there’s no + knowing how they may take it. Shakespeare, now, they stand readily enough, + because he’s an old-established and perfectly respectable family + purveyor. Sheridan, too, of course, and one play of Goldsmith’s, and + a trifle or so of George Colman—all recognised and all tolerated + because of their old prescriptive respectability. But for a new author to + aim at being literary’s rather presumptuous; now tell me yourself, + isn’t it? Seems as if he was setting himself up for a heaven-sent + genius, and trying to sit upon the older dramatists of the present + generation. Melodrama, sensation, burlesque—that’s all right + enough—perfectly legitimate; but a real literary comic opera, with + good words and good music—it IS a little strong, for a beginner, Mr. + Berkeley, you WILL acknowledge.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But don’t you think,’ Arthur answered, smiling + good-humouredly at his cynical frankness, ‘an educated and cultured + Public is beginning to grow up that may, perhaps, really prefer a little + literature, provided it’s made light enough and attractive enough + for their rapid digestion? Don’t you think intelligent people are + beginning to get just a trifle sick of burlesque, and spectacle, and + sensation, and melodrama?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, my dear sir,’ the manager answered promptly, ‘that’s + the exact chance on which I’m calculating when I venture to accept + your comic opera from an unknown beginner. It’s clever, there’s + no denying that, and I hope the fact won’t be allowed to tell + against it: but the music’s bright and lively; the songs are quaint + and catching; the dialogue’s brisk and not too witty; and there’s + plenty of business—plenty of business in it. I incline to think we + can get together a house at the Ambiguities that’ll enter into the + humour of the thing, and see what your play’s driving at. How did + you learn all about stage requirements, though? I never saw a beginner’s + play with so little in it that was absolutely impossible.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I was a Shooting Star at Oxford,’ Berkeley answered simply, ‘so + that I know something—like a despised amateur—about stage + necessities; and I’ve written one or two little pieces before for + private acting. Besides, Watkiss has helped me with all the technical + arrangements of the little opera.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’ll do,’ the manager answered, more confidently; ‘I + won’t predict a success, because you know a manager should never + prophesy unless he knows; but I think there’s a Public in London + that’ll take it in, just as they took in “Caste” and + “Society,” twenty years back, at the Prince of Wales’s. + Anyhow, I’m quite prepared to give it a fair trial.’ + </p> + <p> + On the first night, Arthur Berkeley and the Progenitor went down in fear + and trembling to the stage door of the Ambiguities. There was a full + house, and the critics were all present, in some surprise at the temerity + of this new man; for it was noised abroad already by those who had seen + the rehearsals that ‘The Primate of Fiji’ was a fresh + departure, after its own fashion, in the matter of English comic opera. + The curtain rose upon the chorus of mermaids, and the first song was a + decided hit. Still the Public, as becomes a first night, maintained a + dignified and critical reserve. When the President of the Board of Trade, + in full court costume, appeared upon the scene, in the midst of the very + realistic long-haired sea-ladies, the audience was half shocked for a + moment by the utter incongruity of the situation; but after a while they + began to discover that the incongruity was part of the joke, and they + laughed quietly a sedate and moderate laugh of suspended judgment. As the + Progenitor had predicted, the gods were the first to enter into the spirit + of the fun, and to give a hand to the Primate’s first sermon. The + scientific professors on the Challenger Expedition took the fancy of the + house a little more decidedly; and even the stalls thawed visibly when the + professor of biology delivered his famous exposition of the evolution + hypothesis to the assembled chiefs of Raratouga. But it was the one feeble + second-hand old joke of the piece that really brought pit and boxes down + together in a sudden fit of inextinguishable laughter. The professor of + political economy enquired diligently, with note book in hand, of the + Princess of Fiji, whether she thought the influence of the missionaries + beneficial or otherwise; whether she considered these preachers of a new + religion really good or not; to which the unsophisticated child of nature + responded naively, ‘Good, very good—roasted; but not quite so + good boiled,’ and the professor gravely entered the answer in his + philosophic note-book. It was a very ancient jest indeed, but it tickled + the ribs of the house mightily, as ancient jests usually do, and they + burst forthwith into a hearty roar of genuine approval. Then Arthur began + to breathe more freely. After that the house toned down again quietly, and + gave no decided token of approbation till the end of the piece. When the + curtain dropped there was a lull of hushed expectation for poor Arthur + Berkeley; and at its close the house broke out into a storm of applause, + and ‘The Primate of Fiji’ had firmly secured its position as the one + great theatrical success of the present generation. + </p> + <p> + There was a loud cry of ‘Author! Author!’ and Arthur Berkeley, + hardly knowing how he got there, or what he was standing on, found himself + pushed from behind by friendly hands, on to the narrow space between the + curtain and the footlights. He became aware that a very hot and red body, + presumably himself, was bowing mechanically to a seething and clapping + mass of hands and faces over the whole theatre. Backing out again, in the + same semi-conscious fashion, with the universe generally reeling on more + than one distinct axis all around him, he was seized and hand-shaken + violently, first by the Progenitor, then by the manager, and then by half + a dozen other miscellaneous and unknown persons. At last, after a lot more + revolutions of the universe, he found himself comfortably pitched into a + convenient hansom, with the Progenitor by his side; and hardly knew + anything further till he discovered his own quiet supper table at the + Chelsea lodgings, and saw his father mixing a strong glass of brandy and + seltzer for him, to counteract the strength of the excitement. + </p> + <p> + Next morning Arthur Berkeley ‘awoke, and found himself famous.’ + ‘The Primate of Fiji’ was the rage of the moment. Everybody went to + hear it—everybody played its tunes at their own pianos—everybody + quoted it, and adapted it, and used its clever catchwords as the pet + fashionable slang expressions of the next three seasons. Arthur Berkeley + was the lion of the hour; and the mantelpiece of the quiet little Chelsea + study was ranged three rows deep with cards of invitation from people + whose very names Arthur had never heard of six months before, and whom the + Progenitor declared it was a sin and shame for any respectable young man + of sound economical education even to countenance. There were countesses, + and marchionesses, too, among the senders of those coronetted + parallelograms of waste pasteboard, as the Progenitor called them—nay, + there was even one invitation on the mantelpiece that bore the three + strawberry leaves and other insignia of Her Grace the Duchess of + Leicestershire. + </p> + <p> + ‘Can’t you give us just ONE evening, Mr. Berkeley,’ said Lady + Hilda Tregellis, as she sat on the centre ottoman in Mrs. Campbell + Moncrieff’s drawing-room with Arthur Berkeley talking lightly to her + about the nothings which constitute polite conversation in the nineteenth + century. ‘Just one evening, any day after the next fortnight? We + should be so delighted if you could manage to favour us.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, I’m afraid I can’t, Lady Hilda,’ Arthur answered. + ‘My evenings are so dreadfully full just now; and besides, you know, + I’m not accustomed to so much society, and it unsettles me for my + daily work. After all, you see, I’m a journeyman playwright now, and + I have to labour at my unholy calling just like the theatrical carpenter.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘How delightfully frank,’ thought Lady Hilda. ‘Really I like + him quite immensely.—Not even the afternoon on Wednesday fortnight?’ + she went on aloud. ‘You might come to our garden party on Wednesday + fortnight.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Quite impossible,’ Arthur Berkeley answered. ‘That’s my + regular day at Pilbury Regis.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Pilbury Regis!’ cried Lady Hilda, starting a little. ‘You don’t + mean to say you have engagements, and in the thick of the season, too, at + Pilbury Regis!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, I have, every Wednesday fortnight,’ Berkeley answered, with a + smile. ‘I go there regularly. You see, Lady Hilda, Wednesday’s + a half-holiday at Pilbury Grammar School; so every second week I run down + for the day to visit an old friend of mine, who’s also an + acquaintance of yours, I believe,—Ernest Le Breton. He’s + married now, you know, and has got a mastership at the Pilbury Grammar + School.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you know Mr. Le Breton!’ cried Lady Hilda, charmed at this + rapprochement of two delightfully original men. ‘He is so nice. I + like him immensely, and I’m so glad you’re a friend of his. + And Mrs. Le Breton, too; wasn’t it nice of him? Tell me, Mr. + Berkeley, was she really and truly a grocer’s daughter?’ + </p> + <p> + Berkeley’s voice grew a little stiffer and colder as he answered, + ‘She was a sister of Oswald of Oriel, the great mathematician, who was + killed last year by falling from the summit of a peak in the Bernina.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, yes, yes, I know all about that, of course,’ said Lady Hilda, + quickly and carelessly. ‘I know her brother was very clever and all + that sort of thing; but then there are so many men who are very clever, + aren’t there? The really original thing about it all, you know, was + that he actually married a grocer’s daughter. That was really quite + too delightfully original. I was charmed when I heard about it: I thought + it was so exactly like dear Mr. Le Breton. He’s so deliciously + unconventional in every way. He was Lynmouth’s tutor for a while, as + you’ve heard, of course; and then he went away from us, at a moment’s + notice, so nicely, because he wouldn’t stand papa’s abominable + behaviour, and quite right, too, when it was a matter of conscience—I + dare say he’s told you all about it, that horrid pigeon-shooting + business. Well, and so you know Mrs. Le Breton—do tell me, what sort + of person is she?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘She’s very nice, and very good, and very pretty, and very clever,’ + Arthur answered, a little constrainedly. ‘I don’t know that I + can tell you anything more about her than that.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you really like her?’ said Lady Hilda, warmly. ‘You + think her a fit wife for Mr. Le Breton, do you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I think him a very lucky fellow indeed to have married such a charming + and beautiful woman,’ Arthur answered, quietly. + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda noticed his manner, and read through it at once with a woman’s + quickness. ‘Aha!’ she said to herself: ‘the wind blows + that way, does it? What a very remarkable girl she must be, really, to + have attracted two such men as Mr. Berkeley and Mr. Le Breton. I’ve + lost one of them to her; I can’t very well lose the other, too: for + after Ernest Le Breton, I’ve never seen any man I should care to + marry so much as Mr. Arthur Berkeley.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Lady Hilda,’ said the hostess, coming up to her at that moment, + ‘you’ll play us something, won’t you? You know you promised to + bring your music.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda rose at once with stately alacrity. Nothing could have pleased her + better. She went to the piano, and, to the awe and astonishment of Mrs. + Campbell Moncrieff, took out an arrangement of the Fijian war-dance from + ‘The Primate of Fiji.’ It suited her brilliant slap-dash style + of execution admirably; and she felt she had never played so well in her + life before. The presence of the composer, which would have frightened and + unnerved most girls of her age, only made Hilda Tregellis the bolder and + the more ambitious. Here was somebody at least who knew something about + it; none of your ordinary fashionable amateurs and mere soulless + professional performers, but the very man who had made the music—the + man in whose brain the notes had first gathered themselves together into + speaking melody, and who could really judge the comparative merits of her + rapid execution. She played with wonderful verve and spirit, so that Lady + Exmoor, seated on the side sofa opposite, though shocked at first at Hilda’s + choice of a piece, glanced more than once at the wealthiest young commoner + present (she had long since mentally resigned herself to the prospect of a + commoner for that poor dear foolish Hilda), and closely watched his face + to see what effect this unwonted outburst of musical talent might succeed + in producing upon his latent susceptibilities. But Lady Hilda herself wasn’t + thinking of the wealthy commoner; she was playing straight at Arthur + Berkeley: and when she saw that Arthur Berkeley’s mouth had melted + slowly into an approving smile, she played even more brilliantly and + better than ever, after her bold, smart, vehement fashion. As she left the + piano, Arthur said, ‘Thank you; I have never heard the piece better + rendered.’ And Lady Hilda felt that that was a triumph which far + outweighed any number of inane compliments from a whole regiment of + simpering Algies, Monties, and Berties. + </p> + <p> + ‘You can’t say any evening, then, Mr. Berkeley?’ she said once + more, as she held out her hand to him to say ‘Good-night’ a + little later: ‘not any evening at all, or part of an evening? You + might really reconsider your engagements.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur hesitated visibly. ‘Well, possibly I might manage it,’ + he said, wavering, ‘though, I assure you, my evenings are very much + more than full already.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then don’t make it an evening,’ said Lady Hilda, pressingly. + ‘Make it lunch. After all, Mr. Berkeley, it’s we ourselves who want + to see you; not to show you off as a curiosity to all the rest of London. + We have silly people enough in the evenings; but if you’ll come to + lunch with us alone one day, we shall have an opportunity of talking to + you on our own account.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda was tall and beautiful, and Lady Hilda spoke, as she always + used to speak, with manifest sincerity. Now, it is not in human nature not + to feel flattered when a beautiful woman pays one genuine homage; and + Arthur Berkeley was quite as human, after all, as most other people. + ‘You’re very kind,’ he said, smiling. ‘I must make it + lunch, then, though I really ought to be working in the mornings instead + of running about merely to amuse myself. What day will suit you best?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, not to amuse yourself, Mr. Berkeley,’ Hilda answered pointedly, + ‘but to gratify us. That, you know, is a work of benevolence. Say Monday + next, then, at two o’clock. Will that do for you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Perfectly,’ Berkeley answered, taking her proffered hand extended + to him with just that indefinable air of frankness which Lady Hilda knew + so well how to throw into all her actions. ‘Good evening. Wilton + Place, isn’t it!—Gracious heavens!’ he thought to + himself, as he glanced after her satin train sweeping slowly down the + grand staircase, ‘what on earth would the dear old Progenitor say if + only he saw me in the midst of these meaningless aristocratic orgies. I am + positively half-wheedled, it seems, into making love to an earl’s + daughter! If this sort of thing continues, I shall find myself, before I + know it, connected by marriage with two-thirds of the British peerage. A + beautiful woman, really, and quite queen-like in her manner when she doesn’t + choose rather to be unaffectedly gracious. How she sat upon that tall + young man with the brown moustaches over by the mantelpiece! I didn’t + hear what she said to him, but I could see he was utterly crushed by the + way he slank away with his tail between his legs, like a whipped spaniel. + A splendid woman—and no doubt about it; looks as if she’d + stepped straight out of the canvas of Titian, with the pearls in her hair + and everything else exactly as he painted them. The handsomest girl I ever + saw in my life—but not like Edie Le Breton. They say a man can only + fall in love once in a lifetime. I wonder whether there’s any truth + in it! Well, well, you won’t often see a finer woman in her own + style than Lady Hilda Tregellis. Monday next, at two precisely; I needn’t + make a note of it—no fear of my forgetting.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I really do think,’ Lady Hilda said to herself as she unrolled the + pearls from her thick hair in her own room that winter evening, ‘I almost + like him better than I did Ernest Le Breton. The very first night I saw + him at Lady Mary’s I fell quite in love with his appearance, before + I knew even who he was; and now that I’ve found out all about him, I + never did hear anything so absolutely and delightfully original. His + father a common shoemaker! That, to begin with, throws Ernest Le Breton + quite into the shade! HIS father was a general in the Indian army—nothing + could be more BANAL. Then Mr. Berkeley began life as a clergyman; but now + he’s taken off his white choker, and wears a suit of grey tweed like + any ordinary English gentleman. So delightfully unconventional, isn’t + it? At last, to crown it all, he not only composes delicious music, but + goes and writes a comic opera—such a comic opera! And the best of it + is, success hasn’t turned his head one atom. He doesn’t run + with vulgar eagerness after the great people, like your ordinary everyday + successful nobody. He took no more notice of me, myself, at first, because + I was Lady Hilda Tregellis, than if I’d been a common milkmaid; and + he wouldn’t come to our garden party because he wanted to go down to + Pilbury Regis to visit the Le Bretons at their charity school or + something! It was only after I played the war-dance arrangement so well—I + never played so brilliantly in my life before—that he began to alter + and soften a little. Certainly, these pearls do thoroughly become me. I + think he looked after me when I was leaving the room just a tiny bit, as + if he was really pleased with me for my own sake, and not merely because I + happen to be called Lady Hilda Tregellis.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. — OFF WITH THE OLD LOVE. + </h2> + <p> + ‘It’s really very annoying, this letter from Selah,’ Herbert + Le Breton murmured to himself, as he carefully burnt the compromising + document, envelope and all, with a fusee from his oriental silver pocket + match-case. ‘I had hoped the thing had all been forgotten by this + time, after her long silence, and my last two judiciously chilly letters—a + sort of slow refrigerating process for poor shivering naked little Cupid. + But here, just at the very moment when I fancied the affair had quite + blown over, comes this most objectionable letter, telling me that Selah + has actually betaken herself to London to meet me; and what makes it more + annoying still, I wanted to go up myself this week to dine at home with + Ethel Faucit. Mother’s plan about Ethel Faucit is exceedingly + commendable; a girl with eight hundred a year, cultivated tastes, and no + father or other encumbrances dragging after her. I always said I should + like to marry a poor orphan. A very desirable young woman to annex in + every way! And now, here’s Selah Briggs—ugh! how could I ever + have gone and entangled myself in my foolish days with a young woman + burdened by such a cognomen!—here’s Selah Briggs must needs + run away from Hastings, and try to hunt me up on her own account in + London. If I dared, I wouldn’t go up to see her at all, and would + let the thing die a natural death of inanition—sine Cerere et + Baccho, and so forth—(I’m afraid, poor girl, she’ll be + more likely to find Bacchus than Ceres if she sticks in London); but the + plain fact is, I don’t dare—that’s the long and the + short of it. If I did, Selah’d be tracking me to earth here in + Oxford, and a nice mess that’d make of it! She doesn’t know my + name, to be sure; but as soon as she called at college and found nobody of + the name of Walters was known there, she’d lie in wait for me about + the gates, as sure as my name’s Herbert Le Breton, and sooner or + later she’d take it out of me, one way or the other. Selah has as + many devils in her as the Gergesene who dwelt among the tombs, I’ll + be sworn to it; and if she’s provoked, she’ll let them all + loose in a legion to crush me. I’d better see her and have it out + quietly, once for all, than try to shirk it here in Oxford and let myself + in at the end for the worse condemnation.’ + </p> + <p> + Under this impression, Herbert Le Breton, leaning back in his well-padded + oak armchair, ordered his scout to pack his portmanteau, and set off by + the very first fast train for Paddington station. He would get over his + interview with Selah Briggs in the afternoon, and return to Epsilon + Terrace in good time for Lady Le Breton’s dinner. Say what you like + of it, Ethel Faucit and eight hundred a year, certe redditum, was a thing + in no wise to be sneezed at by a judicious and discriminating person. + </p> + <p> + Herbert left his portmanteau in the cloakroom at Paddington, and drove off + in a hansom to the queer address which Selah had given him. It was a fishy + lodging of the commoner sort in a back street at Notting Hill, not far + from the Portobello Road. At the top of the stairs, Selah stood waiting to + meet him, and seemed much astonished when, instead of kissing her, as was + his wont, he only shook her hand somewhat coolly. But she thought to + herself that probably he didn’t wish to be too demonstrative before + the eyes of the lodging-house people, and so took no further notice of it. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Selah,’ Herbert said, as soon as he entered the room, and + seated himself quietly on one of the straight-backed wooden chairs, ‘why + on earth have you come to London?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Goodness gracious, Herbert,’ Selah answered, letting loose the + floodgates of her rapid speech after a week’s silence, ‘don’t + you go and ask me why I’ve done it. Ask me rather why I didn’t + go and do it long ago. Father, he’s got more and more aggravating + every day for the last twelve-month, till at last I couldn’t stand + him any longer. Prayer meetings, missionary meetings, convention meetings, + all that sort of thing I could put up with somehow; but when it came to + private exhortations and prayer over me with three or four of the godliest + neighbours, I made up my mind not to put up with it one day longer. So + last week I packed up two or three little things hurriedly, and left a + note behind to say I felt I was too unregenerate to live in such spiritual + company any longer; and came straight up here to London, and took these + lodgings. Emily Lucas, she wrote to me from Hastings—she’s the + daughter of the hairdresser in our street, you know, and I told her to + write to me to the Post-office. Emily Lucas wrote to me that there was + weeping and gnashing of teeth, and swearing almost, when they found out I’d + really left them. And well there might be, indeed, for I did more work for + them (mostly just to get away for a while from the privileges) than they’ll + ever get a hired servant to do for them in this world, Herbert.’ + Herbert moved uneasily on his chair, as he noticed how glibly she called + him now by his Christian name instead of saying ‘Mr. Walters.’ + ‘And Emily says,’ Selah went on, without stopping to take + breath for a second, ‘that father put an advertisement at once into + the “Christian Mirror”—pah, as if it was likely I should + go buying or reading the “Christian Mirror,” indeed—to + say that if “S. B.” would return at once to her affectionate + and injured parents, the whole past would be forgotten and forgiven. + Forgotten and forgiven! I should think it would, indeed! But he didn’t + ask me whether their eternal bothering and plaguing of me about my + precious soul for twenty years past would also be forgotten and forgiven! + He didn’t ask me whether all their meetings, and conventions, and + prayers, and all the rest of it, would be forgotten and forgiven! My + precious soul! In Turkey they say the women have no souls! I often wished + it had been my happy lot to be born in Turkey, and then, perhaps, they + wouldn’t have worried me so much about it. I’m sure I often + said to them, “Oh don’t bother on account of my poor + unfortunate misguided little soul any longer. It’s lost altogether, + I don’t doubt, and it doesn’t in the least trouble me. If it + was somebody else’s, I could understand your being in such a fearful + state of mind about it; but as it’s only mine, you know, I’m + sure it really doesn’t matter.” And then they’d only go + off worse than ever,—mother doing hysterics, and so forth—and + say I was a wicked, bad, abominable scoffer, and that it made them + horribly frightened even to listen to me. As if I wasn’t more likely + to know the real value of my own soul than anybody else was!’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert looked at her curiously and anxiously as she delivered this long + harangue in a voluble stream, without a single pause or break; and then he + said, in his quiet voice, ‘How old are you, Selah?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Twenty-two,’ Selah answered, carelessly. ‘Why, Herbert?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, nothing,’ Herbert replied, turning away his eyes from her keen, + searching gaze uncomfortably. He congratulated himself inwardly on the + lucky fact that she was fully of age, for then at least he could only get + into a row with her, and not with her parents. ‘And now, Selah, do + you know what I strongly advise you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘To get married at once,’ Selah put in promptly. + </p> + <p> + Herbert drew himself up stiffly, and looked at her cautiously out of the + corner of his eyes. ‘No,’ he said slowly, ‘not to get + married, but to go back again for the present to your people at Hastings. + Consider, Selah, you’ve done a very foolish thing indeed by coming + here alone in this way. You’ve compromised yourself, and you’ve + compromised me. Indeed, if it weren’t for the lasting affection I + bear you’—he put this in awkwardly, but he felt it necessary + to do so, for the flash of Selah’s eyes fairly cowed him for the + moment—‘I wouldn’t have come here at all this afternoon + to see you. It might get us both into very serious trouble, and—and—and + delay the prospect of our marriage. You see, everything depends upon my + keeping my fellowship until I can get an appointment to marry on. Anything + that risks loss of the fellowship is really a measurable danger for both + of us.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah looked at him very steadily with her big eyes, and Herbert felt that + he was quailing a little under their piercing, withering inquisition. By + Jove, what a splendid woman she was, though, when she was angry! ‘Herbert,’ + she said, rising from her chair and standing her full height imperiously + before him, ‘Herbert, you’re deceiving me. I almost believe + you’re shilly-shallying with me. I almost believe you don’t + ever really mean to marry me.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert moved uneasily upon his wooden seat. What was he to do? Should he + make a clean breast of it forthwith, and answer boldly, ‘Well, Selah, you + have exactly diagnosed my mental attitude’? Or should he try to put + her off a little with some meaningless explanatory platitudes? Or should + he—by Jove, she was a very splendid woman!—should he take her + in his arms that moment, kiss her doubts and fears away like a donkey, and + boldly and sincerely promise to marry her? Pooh! not such a fool as all + that comes to! not even with Selah before him now; for he was no boy any + longer, and not to be caught by the mere vulgar charms of a flashy, + self-asserting greengrocer’s daughter. + </p> + <p> + ‘Selah,’ he said at last, after a long pause, ‘I strongly + advise you once more to return to Hastings for the present. You’ll + find it better for you in the end. If your people are quite unendurable—as + I don’t doubt they are from what you tell me—you could look + about meanwhile for a temporary appointment, say as’—he + checked himself from uttering the word ‘shop girl,’ and + substituted for it, ‘draper’s assistant.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah looked at him angrily. ‘What fools you men are about such + things!’ she said in a voice of utter scorn. ‘When do you + suppose I ever learnt the drapery? Or who do you suppose would ever give + me a place in a shop of that sort without having learnt the drapery? I + dare say you think it takes ten years to make one of you fine gentlemen at + college, with your Greek and your Latin, but that the drapery, or the + millinery, or the confectionery, comes by nature! However, that’s + not the question now. The question’s simply this—Herbert + Walters, do you or don’t you mean to marry me?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I must temporise,’ Herbert thought to himself, placidly. ‘This + girl’s quite too unreservedly categorical! She eliminates modality + with a vengeance!’ ‘Well, Selah,’ he said in his calmest + and most deliberate manner, ‘we must take a great many points into + consideration before deciding on that matter.’ And then he went on + to tell her what seemed to him the pros and cons of an immediate marriage. + Couldn’t she get a place meanwhile of some sort? Couldn’t she + let him have time to look about him? Couldn’t she go back just for a + few days to Hastings, until he could hear of something feasible for either + of them? Selah interrupted him more than once with forcible interjectional + observations such as ‘bosh!’ and ‘rubbish!’ and + when he had finished she burst out once more into a long and voluble + statement. + </p> + <p> + For more than an hour Herbert Le Breton and Selah Briggs fenced with one + another, each after their own fashion, in the little fishy lodgings; and + at every fresh thrust, Herbert parried so much the worse that at last + Selah lost patience utterly, and rose in the end to the dignity of the + situation. ‘Herbert Walters,’ she said, looking at him with + unspeakable contempt, ‘I see through your flimsy excuses now, and I + feel certain you don’t mean to marry me! You never did mean to marry + me! You wanted to amuse yourself by making love to a poor girl in a + country town, and now you’d like to throw her overboard and leave + her alone to her own devices. I knew you meant that when you didn’t + write to me; but I wouldn’t condemn you unheard; I gave you a chance + to clear yourself. I see now you were trying to drop the acquaintance + quietly, and make it seem as if I had backed out of it as well as you.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert felt the moment for breaking through all reserve had finally + arrived. ‘You admirably interpret my motives in the matter, Selah,’ + he said coldly. ‘I don’t think it would be just of me to + interfere with your prospects in life any longer. I can’t say how + long it may be before I am able to afford marriage; and, meanwhile, I’m + preventing you from forming a natural alliance with some respectable and + estimable young man in your own station. I should be sorry to stand in + your way any further; but if I could offer you any small pecuniary + assistance at any time, either now or hereafter, you know I’d be + very happy indeed to do so, Selah.’ + </p> + <p> + The angry girl turned upon him fiercely. ‘Selah!’ she cried in + a tone of crushing contempt. ‘What do you mean by calling me Selah, + sir? How dare you speak to me by my Christian name in the same breath you + tell me you don’t mean to marry me? How dare you have the insolence + and impertinence to offer me money! Never say another word to me as long + as you live, Herbert Walters; and leave me now, for I don’t want to + have anything more to say to you or your money for ever.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert took up his hat doubtfully. ‘Selah!—Selah!—Miss + Briggs, I mean,’ he said, falteringly, for at that moment Selah’s + face was terrible to look at. ‘I’m very sorry, I can assure + you, that this interview—and our pleasant acquaintance—should + unfortunately have had such a disagreeable termination. For my own part’—Herbert + was always politic—‘I should have wished to part with you in + no unfriendly spirit. I should have wished to learn your plans for the + future, and to aid you in forming a suitable settlement in life hereafter. + May I venture to ask, before I go, whether you mean to remain in London or + to return to Hastings? As one who has been your sincere friend, I should + at least like to know what are your movements for the immediate present. + How long do you mean to stop here, and when you leave these rooms where do + you think you will next go to?’—‘Confoundedly awkward,’ + he thought to himself, ‘to have her prowling about and dogging one’s + footsteps here in London.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah read through his miserable transparent little pretences at once with + a woman’s quick instinctive insight. ‘Ugh!’ she cried, + pushing him away from her, figuratively, with a gesture of disgust, ‘do + you think, you poor suspicious creature, I want to go spying you or + following you all over London? Are you afraid, in your sordid little + respectable way, that I’ll come up to Oxford to pry and peep into + that snug comfortable fellowship of yours? Do you suppose I’m so + much in love with you, Herbert Walters, that I can’t let you go + without wanting to fawn upon you and run after you ever afterwards! Pah! + you miserable, pitiable, contemptible cur and coward, are you afraid even + of a woman! Go away, and don’t be frightened. I never want to see + you or speak to you again as long as I live, you wretched, lying, + shuffling hypocrite. I’d rather go back to my own people at Hastings + a thousand times over than have anything more to do with you. They may be + narrow-minded, and bigoted, and ignorant, and stupid, but at least they’re + honest—they’re not liars and hypocrites. Go this minute, + Herbert Walters, go away this minute, and don’t stand there fiddling + and quivering with your hat like a whipped schoolboy, but go at once, and + take my eternal loathing and contempt for a parting present with you!’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert held the door gingerly ajar for half a second, trying to think of + a neat and appropriate epigram, but at that particular moment, for the + life of him, he couldn’t hit on one. So he closed the door after him + quietly, and walking out alone into the street, immediately nailed a + passing hansom. ‘I didn’t come out of that dilemma very + creditably to myself, I must admit,’ he thought with a burning face, + as he rolled along quickly in the hansom; ‘but anyhow, now I’m + well out of it. The coast’s all clear at last for Ethel Faucit. It’s + well to be off with the old love before you’re on with the new, as + that horrid vulgar practical proverb justly though somewhat coarsely puts + it. Still, she’s a perfectly magnificent creature, is Selah; and by + Jove, when she got into that towering rage (and no wonder, for I won’t + be unjust to her in that respect), her tone and attitude would have done + credit to any theatre. I should think Mrs. Siddons must have looked like + that, say as Constance. Poor girl, I’m really sorry for her; from + the very bottom of my heart, I’m really sorry for her. If it rested + with me alone, hang me if I don’t think I would positively have + married her. But after all, the environment, you know, the environment is + always too strong for us!’ + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, in the shabby lodgings near the Portobello Road, poor Selah, + the excitement once over, was lying with her proud face buried in the + pillows, and crying her very life out in great sobs of utter misery. The + daydream of her whole existence was gone for ever: the bubble was burst; + and nothing stood before her but a future of utter drudgery. ‘The + brute, the cur, the mean wretch,’ she said aloud between her sobs; + ‘and yet I loved him. How beautifully he talked, and how he made me + love him. If it had only been a common everyday Methodist sweetheart, now! + but Herbert Walters! Oh, God, how I hate him, and how I did love him!’ + </p> + <p> + When Herbert reached his mother’s house in Epsilon Terrace, Lady Le + Breton met him anxiously at the door. ‘Herbert,’ she said, + almost weeping, ‘my dear boy, what on earth should I do if it were + not for you! You’re the one comfort I have in all my children. Would + you believe it—no, you won’t believe it—as I was walking + back here this afternoon with Mrs. Faucit (Ethel’s aunt, of all + people in the world), what do you think I saw, in our own main street, + too, but a young man, decently dressed, in his shirt sleeves. No coat, I + assure you, but only his shirt sleeves. Imagine my horror when he came up + to us—Mrs. Faucit, too, you know—and said to me out loud, in + the most unconcerned voice, “Well, mother!” I couldn’t + believe my eyes. Herbert, but I solemnly declare to you it was positively + Ronald! You really could have knocked me down with a feather. Disgraceful, + wasn’t it, perfectly disgraceful!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘How on earth did he come so?’ asked Herbert, almost smiling in + spite of himself. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, do you know, Herbert,’ Lady Le Breton answered somewhat + obliquely, ‘a few days since, I met him wheeling along a barrow full + of coals for a dirty, grimy, ragged little girl from some alley or gutter + somewhere. I believe they call the place the Mews—at the back of the + terrace, you remember. He pretended the child wasn’t big enough to + wheel the coals, which was absurd, of course, or else her parents wouldn’t + have sent her; but I’m sure he really did it on purpose to annoy me. + He never does these things when I’m not by to see; or if he does, I + never see him. Now, that was bad enough in all conscience, wasn’t + it? but to-day what he did was still more outrageous. He met a poor man, + as he calls him, in Westbourne Grove, who was one of his Christian + brethren (is that the right expression?) and who declared he was next door + to starving. So what must Ronald do, but run into a pawnbroker’s—I + shouldn’t have thought he could ever have heard of such a place—and + sell his coat, or something of the sort, and give the man (who was + doubtless an impostor) all the money. Then he positively walked home in + his shirt sleeves. I call it a most unchristian thing to do—and to + walk straight into my very arms, too, as I was coming along with Mrs. + Faucit.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert offered at once such condolences as were in his power. ‘And + are the Faucits coming to night?’ he asked eagerly. + </p> + <p> + Lady Le Breton kissed him again gently on the forehead. ‘Oh, + Herbert,’ she said warmly, ‘I can’t tell you what a + comfort you always are to me. Oh yes, the Faucits are coming; and do you + know, Herbert, my dear boy, I’m quite sure that old Mr. Faucit, the + uncle, wouldn’t at all object to the match, and that Ethel’s + really very much disposed indeed to like you immensely. You’ve only + to follow up the advantage, my dear boy, and I don’t for a moment + think she’d ever refuse you. And I’ve been talking to Sir + Sydney Weatherhead about your future, too, and he tells me (quite + privately, of course) that, with your position and honours at Oxford, he + fully believes he can easily push you into the first good vacant post at + the Education Office; only you must be careful to say nothing about it + beforehand, or the others will say it’s a job, as they call it. Oh, + Herbert, I really and truly can’t tell you what a joy and a comfort + you always are to me!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. — THE PHILISTINES TRIUMPH. + </h2> + <p> + ‘My dear,’ said Dr. Greatrex, looking up in alarm from the lunch + table one morning, in the third term of Ernest Le Breton’s stay at + Pilbury, ‘what an awful apparition! Do you know, I positively see + Mr. Blenkinsopp, father of that odious boy Blenkinsopp major, distinctly + visible to the naked eye, walking across the front lawn—on the grass + too—to our doorway. The pupil’s parent is really the very + greatest bane of all the banes that beset a poor harassed overdriven + schoolmaster’s unfortunate existence!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Blenkinsopp?’ Mrs. Greatrex said reflectively. ‘Blenkinsopp? + Who is he? Oh, I remember, a tobacco-pipe manufacturer somewhere in the + midland counties, isn’t he? Mr. Blenkinsopp, of Staffordshire, I + always say to other parents—not Brosely—Brosely sounds + decidedly commercial and unpresentable. No nice people would naturally + like their sons to mix with miscellaneous boys from a place called + Brosely. Now, what on earth can he be coming here for, I wonder, Joseph?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, <i>I</i> know,’ the doctor answered with a deep-drawn sigh. + ‘I know, Maria, only too well. It’s the way of all parents. He’s + come to inquire after Blenkinsopp major’s health and progress. They + all do it. They seem to think the sole object of a head-master’s + existence is to look after the comfort and morals of their own particular + Tommy, or Bobby, or Dicky, or Harry. For heaven’s sake, what form is + Blenkinsopp major in? For heaven’s sake, what’s his Christian + name, and age last birthday, and place in French and mathematics, and + general state of health for past quarter? Where’s the prompt-book, + with house-master’s and form-master’s report, Maria? Oh, here + it is, thank goodness! Let me see; let me see—he’s ringing at + the door this very instant. “Blenkinsopp... major... Charles + Warrington... fifteen... fifth form... average, twelfth boy of twelve... + idle, inattentive, naturally stupid; bad disposition... health invariably + excellent... second eleven... bats well.” That’ll do. Run my + eye down once again, and I shall remember all about him. How about the + other? “Blenkinsopp... minor... Cyril Anastasius Guy Waterbury + Macfarlane”—heavens, what a name!... “thirteen... fourth + form... average, seventh boy of eighteen... industrious and well-meaning, + but heavy and ineffective... health good... fourth eleven... fields badly.” + Ah, that’s the most important one. Now I’m primed. Blenkinsopp + major I remember something about, for he’s one of the worst and most + hopelessly stupid boys in the whole school—I’ve caned him + frequently this term, and that keeps a boy green in one’s memory; + but Blenkinsopp minor, Cyril Anastasius Guy Thingumbob Whatyoumaycallit,—I + don’t remember HIM a bit. I suppose he’s one of those + inoffensive, mildly mediocre sort of boys who fail to impress their + individuality upon one in any way. My experience is that you can always + bear in mind the three cleverest boys at the top of each form, and the + three stupidest or most mischievous boys at the bottom; but the nine or a + dozen meritorious nobodies in the middle of the class are all so like one + another in every way that you might as well try to discriminate between + every individual sheep of a flock in a pasture. And yet, such is the + natural contradictiousness and vexatious disposition of the British + parent, that you’ll always find him coming to inquire after just one + of those very particular Tommies or Bobbies. Charles Warrington:—Cyril + Anastasius Guy Whatyoumay—call it: that’ll do: I shall + remember now all about them.’ And the doctor arranged his hair + before the looking glass into the most professional stiffness, as a + preparatory step to facing Mr. Blenkinsopp’s parental inquiries in + the head-master’s study. + </p> + <p> + ‘What! Mr. Blenkinsopp! Yes, it is really. My dear sir, how DO you do? + This is a most unexpected pleasure. We hadn’t the least idea you + were in Pilbury. When did you come here?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I came last night, Dr. Greatrex,’ answered the dreaded parent + respectfully: ‘we’ve come down from Staffordshire for a week + at the seaside, and we thought we might as well be within hail of Guy and + Charlie.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Quite right, quite right, my dear sir,’ said the doctor, mentally + noting that Blenkinsopp minor was familiarly known as Guy, not Cyril; + ‘we’re delighted to see you. And now you want to know all + about our two young friends, don’t you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, yes, Dr. Greatrex; I SHOULD like to know how they are getting on.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, of course, of course. Very right. It’s such a pleasure to us + when parents give us their active and hearty co-operation! You’d + hardly believe, Mr. Blenkinsopp, how little interest some parents seem to + feel in their boys’ progress. To us, you know, who devote our whole + time and energy assiduously to their ultimate welfare, it’s + sometimes quite discouraging to see how very little the parents themselves + seem to care about it. But your boys are both doing capitally. The eldest—Blenkinsopp + major, we call him; Charles Warrington, isn’t it? (His home name’s + Charlie, if I recollect right. Ah, quite so.) Well, Charlie’s the + very picture of perfect health, as usual.’ (‘Health is his + only strong point, it seems to me,’ the doctor thought to himself + instinctively. ‘We must put that first and foremost.’) ‘In + excellent health and very good spirits. He’s in the second eleven + now, and a capital batter: I’ve no doubt he’ll go into the + first eleven next term, if we lose Biddlecomb Tertius to the university. + In work, as you know, he’s not very great; doesn’t do his + abilities full justice, Mr. Blenkinsopp, through his dreadful inattention. + He’s generally near the bottom of the form, I’m sorry to say; + generally near the bottom of the form.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, I dare say there’s no harm in that, sir,’ said Mr. + Blenkinsopp, senior, warmly. ‘I was always at the bottom of the form + at school myself, Doctor, but I’ve picked it up in after life; I’ve + picked it up, sir, as you see, and I’m fully equal with most other + people nowadays, as you’ll find if you inquire of any town + councilman or man of position down our way, at Brosely.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, I dare say you were, Mr. Blenkinsopp,’ the doctor answered + blandly, with just the faintest tinge of unconscious satire, peering at + his square unintelligent features as a fancier peers at the face of a + bull-dog; ‘I dare say you were now. After all, however clever a set + of boys may be, one of them MUST be at the bottom of the form, in the + nature of things, mustn’t he? And your Charlie, I think, is only + fifteen. Ah, yes; well, well; he’ll do better, no doubt, if we keep + him here a year or two longer. So then there’s the second: Guy, you + call him, if I remember right—Cyril Anastasius Guy—our + Blenkinsopp minor. Guy’s a good boy; an excellent boy: to tell you + the plain truth, Mr. Blenkinsopp, I don’t know much of him + personally myself, which is a fact that tells greatly in his favour. + Charlie I must admit I have to call up some times for reproof: Guy, never. + Charlie’s in the fifth form: Guy’s seventh in the fourth. A + capital place for a boy of his age! He’s very industrious, you know—what + we call a plodder. They call it a plodder, you see, at thirteen, Mr. + Blenkinsopp, but a man of ability at forty.’ Dr. Greatrex delivered + that last effective shot point-blank at the eyes of the inquiring parent, + and felt in a moment that its delicate generalised flattery had gone home + straight to the parent’s susceptible heart. + </p> + <p> + ‘But there’s one thing, Doctor,’ Mr. Blenkinsopp began, after + a few minutes’ further conversation on the merits and failings of + Guy and Charlie, ‘there’s one other thing I feel I should like + to speak to you about, and that’s the teaching of your fifth form + master, Mr. Le Breton. From what Charlie tells me, I don’t quite + like that young man’s political ideas and opinions. It’s said + things to his form sometimes that are quite horrifying, I assure you; + things about Property, and about our duty to the poor, and so on, that are + positively enough to appal you. Now, for example, he told them—I don’t + quite like to repeat it, for it’s sheer blasphemy I call it—but + he told them in a Greek Testament lesson that the Apostles themselves were + a sort of Republicans—Socialists, I think Charlie said, or else + Chartists, or dynamiters. I’m not sure he didn’t say St. Peter + himself was a regular communist!’ + </p> + <p> + Dr. Greatrex drew a long breath. ‘I should think, Mr. Blenkinsopp,’ + he suggested blandly, ‘Charlie must really have misunderstood Mr. Le + Breton. You see, they’ve been reading the Acts of the Apostles in + their Greek Testament this term. Now, of course, you remember that, during + the first days of the infant Church, while its necessities were yet so + great, as many as were possessors of lands or houses sold them, and + brought the prices of the things that were sold, and laid them down at the + apostles’ feet; and distribution was made unto every man according + as he had need. You see, here’s the passage, Mr. Blenkinsopp, in the + authorised version. I won’t trouble you with the original. You’ve + forgotten most of your Greek, I dare say: ah, I thought go. It doesn’t + stick to us like the Latin, does it? Now, perhaps, in expounding that + passage, Mr. Le Breton may have referred in passing—as an + illustration merely—to the unhappily prevalent modern doctrines of + socialism and communism. He may have warned his boys, for example, against + confounding a Christian communism like this, if I may so style it, with + the rapacious, aggressive, immoral forms of communism now proposed to us, + which are based upon the forcible disregard of all Property and all vested + interests of every sort. I don’t say he did, you know, for I haven’t + conferred with him upon the subject: but he may have done so; and he may + even have used, as I have used, the phrase “Christian communism,” + to define the temporary attitude of the apostles and the early Church in + this matter. That, perhaps, my dear sir, may be the origin of the + misapprehension.’ + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blenkinsopp looked hard at the three verses in the big Bible the + doctor had handed him, with a somewhat suspicious glare. He was a + self-made man, with land and houses of his own in plenty, and he didn’t + quite like this suggestive talk about selling them and laying the prices + at the apostles’ feet. It savoured to him both of communism and + priestcraft. ‘That’s an awkward text, you know,’ he + said, looking up curiously from the Bible in his hand into the doctor’s + face, ‘a very awkward text; and I should say it was rather a + dangerous one to set too fully before young people. It seems to me to make + too little altogether of Property. You know, Dr. Greatrex, at first sight + it DOES look just a little like communism.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Precisely what Mr. Le Breton probably said,’ the doctor answered, + following up his advantage quickly. ‘At first sight, no doubt, but + at first sight only, I assure you, Mr. Blenkinsopp. If you look on to the + fourth verse of the next chapter, you’ll see that St. Peter, at + least, was no communist,—which is perhaps what Mr. Le Breton really + said. St. Peter there argues in favour of purely voluntary beneficence, + you observe; as when you, Mr. Blenkinsopp, contribute a guinea to our + chapel window:—you see, we’re grateful to our kind + benefactors: we don’t forget them. And if you’ll look at the + Thirty-eighth Article of the Church of England, my dear sir, you’ll + find that the riches and goods of Christians are not common, as touching + the right, title, and possession of the same as certain Anabaptists—(Gracious + heavens, is he a Baptist, I wonder?—if so, I’ve put my foot in + it)—certain Anabaptists do falsely boast—referring, of course, + to sundry German fanatics of the time—followers of one Kniperdoling, + a crazy enthusiast, not to the respectable English Baptist denomination; + but that nevertheless every man ought, of such things as he possesseth, + liberally to give alms to the poor. That, you see, is the doctrine of the + Church of England, and that, I’ve no doubt, is the doctrine that Mr. + Le Breton pointed out to your boys as the true Christian communism of St. + Peter and the apostles.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, I hope so, Dr. Greatrex,’ Mr. Blenkinsopp answered + resignedly. ‘I’m sure I hope so, for his own sake, as well as for + his pupils’. Still, in these days, you know, when infidelity and + Radicalism are so rife, one ought to be on one’s guard against + atheism and revolution, and attacks on Property in every form; oughtn’t + one, Doctor? These opinions are getting so rampant all around us, Property + itself isn’t safe. One really hardly knows what people are coming to + nowadays. Why, last night I came down here and stopped at the Royal + Marine, on the Parade, and having nothing else to do, while my wife was + looking after the little ones, I turned into a hall down in Combe Street, + where I saw a lot of placards up about a Grand National Social Democratic + meeting. Well, I turned in, Dr. Greatrex, and there I heard a German + refugee fellow from London—a white-haired man of the name of + Schurts, or something of the sort’—Mr. Blenkinsopp pronounced + it to rhyme with ‘hurts’—‘who was declaiming away + in a fashion to make your hair stand on end, and frighten you half out of + your wits with his dreadful communistic notions. I assure you, he + positively took my breath away. I ran out of the hall at last, while he + was still speaking, for fear the roof should fall in upon our heads and + crush us to pieces. I declare to you, sir, I quite expected a visible + judgment!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Did you really now?’ said Dr. Greatrex, languidly. ‘Well, I + dare say, for I know there’s a sad prevalence of revolutionary + feeling among our workmen here, Mr. Blenkinsopp. Now, what was this man + Schurz talking about?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, sheer communism, sir,’ said Mr. Blenkinsopp, severely: ‘sheer + communism, I can tell you. Co-operation of workmen to rob their employers + of profits; gross denunciation of capital and capitalists; and regular + inciting of them against the Property of the landlords, by quoting + Scripture, too, Doctor, by quoting the very words of Scripture. They say + the devil can quote Scripture to his own destruction, don’t they, + Doctor? Well, he quoted something out of the Bible about woe unto them + that join field to field, or words to that effect, to make themselves a + solitude in the midst of the earth. Do you know, it strikes me that it’s + a very dangerous book, the Bible—in the hands of these socialistic + demagogues, I mean. Look now, at that passage, and at what Mr. Le Breton + said about Christian communism!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But, my dear Mr. Blenkinsopp,’ the doctor cried, in a tone of + gentle deprecation, ‘I hope you don’t confound a person like + this man Schurz, a German refugee of the worst type, with our Mr. Le + Breton, an Oxford graduate and an English gentleman of excellent family. I + know Schurz by name through the papers: he’s the author of a + dreadful book called “Gold and the Proletariate,” or something + of that sort—a revolutionary work like Tom Paine’s “Age + of Reason,” I believe—and he goes about the country now and + then, lecturing and agitating, to make money, no doubt, out of the poor, + misguided, credulous workmen. You quite pain me when you mention him in + the same breath with a hard-working, conscientious, able teacher like our + Mr. Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh,’ Mr. Blenkinsopp went on, a little mollified, ‘then Mr. + Le Breton’s of a good family, is he? That’s a great safeguard, + at any rate, for you don’t find people of good family running + recklessly after these bloodthirsty doctrines, and disregarding the claims + of Property.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear sir,’ the doctor continued, ‘we know his mother, Lady + Le Breton, personally. His father, Sir Owen, was a distinguished + officer-general in the Indian army in fact; and all his people are + extremely well connected with some of our best county families. Nothing + wrong about him in any way, I can answer for it. He came here direct from + Lord Exmoor’s, where he’d been acting as tutor to Viscount + Lynmouth, the eldest son of the Tregellis family: and you may be sure THEY + wouldn’t have anybody about them in any capacity who wasn’t + thoroughly and perfectly responsible, and free from any prejudice against + the just rights of property.’ + </p> + <p> + At each successive step of this collective guarantee to Ernest Le Breton’s + perfect respectability, Mr. Blenkinsopp’s square face beamed + brighter and brighter, till at last when the name of Lord Exmour was + finally reached, his mouth relaxed slowly into a broad smile, and he felt + that he might implicitly trust the education of his boys to a person so + intimately bound up with the best and highest interests of religion and + Property in this kingdom. ‘Of course,’ he said placidly, + ‘that puts quite a different complexion upon the matter, Dr. + Greatrex. I’m very glad to hear young Mr. Le Breton’s such an + excellent and trustworthy person. But the fact is, that Schurts man gave + me quite a turn for the moment, with his sanguinary notions. I wish you + could see the man, sir; a long white-haired, savage-bearded, fierce-eyed + old revolutionist if ever there was one. It made me shudder to look at + him, not raving and ranting like a madman—I shouldn’t have + minded so much if he’d a done that; but talking as cool and calm and + collected, Doctor, about “eliminating the capitalist”—cutting + off my head, in fact—as we two are talking here together at this + moment. His very words were, sir, “we must eliminate the capitalist.” + Why, bless my soul,’—and here Mr. Blenkinsopp rushed to the + window excitedly—‘who on earth’s this coming across your + lawn, here, arm in arm with Mr. Le Breton, into the school-house? Man + alive, Dr. Greatrex, whatever you choose to say, hanged if it isn’t + realty that German cut-throat fellow himself, and no mistake at all about + it!’ + </p> + <p> + Dr. Greatrex rose from his magisterial chair and glanced with dignified + composure out of the window. Yes, there was positively no denying it! + Ernest Le Breton, in cap and gown, with Edie by his side, was walking arm + in arm up to the school-house with a long-bearded, large-headed + German-looking man, whose placid powerful face the Doctor immediately + recognised as the one he had seen in the illustrated papers above the name + of Max Schurz, the defendant in the coming state trial for unlawfully + uttering a seditious libel! He could hardly believe his eyes. Though he + knew Ernest’s opinions were dreadfully advanced, he could not have + suspected him of thus consorting with positive murderous political + criminals. In spite of his natural and kindly desire to screen his own + junior master, he felt that this public exhibition of irreconcilable views + was quite unpardonable and irretrievable. ‘Mr. Blenkinsopp,’ + he said gravely, turning to the awe-struck tobacco-pipe manufacturer with + an expression of sympathetic dismay upon his practised face, ‘I must + retract all I have just been saying to you about our junior master. I was + not aware of this. Mr. Le Breton must no longer retain his post as an + assistant at Pilbury Regis Grammar School.’ + </p> + <p> + Mr. Blenkinsopp sank amazed into an easy-chair, and sat in dumb + astonishment to see the end of this extraordinary and unprecedented + adventure. The Doctor walked out severely to the school porch, and stood + there in solemn state to await the approach of the unsuspecting offender. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s so delightful, dear Herr Max,’ Ernest was saying at that + exact moment, ‘to have you down here with us even for a single + night. You can’t imagine what an oasis your coming has been to us + both. I’m sure Edie has enjoyed it just as much as I have, and is + just as anxious you should stop a little time here with us as I myself + could possibly be. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, yes, Herr Schurz,’ Edie put in persuasively with her sweet + little pleading manner; ‘do stay a little longer. I don’t know + when dear Ernest has enjoyed anything in the world so much as he has + enjoyed seeing you. You’ve no idea how dull it is down here for him, + and for me too, for that matter; everybody here is so borné, and + narrow-minded and self-centred; nothing expansive or sympathetic about + them, as there used to be about Ernest’s set in dear, quiet, + peaceable old Oxford. It’s been such a pleasure to us to hear some + conversation again that wasn’t about the school, and the rector, and + the Haigh Park people, and the flower show, and old Mrs. Jenkins’s + quarrel with the vicar of St. Barnabas. Except when Mr. Berkeley runs down + sometimes for a Saturday to Monday trip to see us, and takes Ernest out + for a good blow with him on the top of the breezy downs over yonder, we + really never hear anything at all except the gossip and the small-talk of + Pilbury Regis.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And what makes it worse, Herr Max,’ said Ernest, looking up in the + old man’s calm strong face with the same reverent almost filial love + and respect as ever, ‘is the fact that I can’t feel any real + interest and enthusiasm in the work that’s set before me. I try to + do it as well as I can, and I believe Dr. Greatrex, who’s a + kind-hearted good sort of man in his way, is perfectly satisfied with it; + but my heart isn’t in it, you see, and can’t be in it. What + sort of good is one doing the world by dinning the same foolish round of + Horace and Livy and Latin elegiacs into the heads of all these useless, + eat-all, do-nothing young fellows, who’ll only be fit to fight or + preach or idle as soon as we’ve finished cramming them with our + indigestible unserviceable nostrums!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, Ernest, Ernest,’ said Herr Max, nodding his heavy head gravely, + ‘you always WILL look too seriously altogether at your social duties. I + can’t get other people to do it enough; and I can’t get you + not to do it too much entirely. Remember, my dear boy, my pet old saying + about a little leaven. You’re doing more good by just unobtrusively + holding your own opinions here at Pilbury, and getting in the thin end of + the wedge by slowly influencing the minds of a few middle-class boys in + your form, than you could possibly be doing by making shoes or weaving + clothes for the fractional benefit of general humanity. Don’t be so + abstract, Ernest; concrete yourself a little; isn’t it enough that + you’re earning a livelihood for your dear little wife here, whom I’m + glad to know at last and to receive as a worthy daughter? I may call you, + Edie, mayn’t I, my daughter? So this is your school, is it? A + pleasant building! And that stern-looking old gentleman yonder, I suppose, + is your head master?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Dr. Greatrex,’ said Edie innocently, stepping up to him in her + bright elastic fashion, ‘let me introduce you to our friend Herr + Schurz, whose name I dare say you know—the German political + economist. He’s come down to Pilbury to deliver a lecture here, and + we’ve been fortunate enough to put him up at our little lodging.’ + </p> + <p> + The doctor bowed very stiffly. ‘I have heard of Herr Schurz’s + reputation already,’ he said with as much diplomatic politeness as + he could command, fortunately bethinking himself at the right moment of + the exact phrase that would cover the situation without committing him to + any further courtesy towards the terrible stranger. ‘Will you excuse my + saying, Mrs. Le Breton, that we’re very busy this afternoon, and I + want to have a few words with your husband in private immediately? Perhaps + you’d better take Herr Schurz on to the downs’ (‘safer + there than on the Parade, at any rate,’ he thought to himself + quickly), ‘and Le Breton will join you in the combe a little later + in the afternoon. I’ll take the fifth form myself, and let him have + a holiday with his friend here if he’d like one. Le Breton, will you + step this way please?’ And lifting his square cap with stern + solemnity to Edie, the doctor disappeared under the porch into the + corridor, closely followed by poor frightened and wondering Ernest. + </p> + <p> + Edie looked at Herr Max in dismay, for she saw clearly there was something + serious the matter with the doctor. The old man shook his head sadly. + ‘It was very wrong of me,’ he said bitterly: ‘very wrong + and very thoughtless. I ought to have remembered it and stopped away. I’m + a caput lupinum, it seems, in Pilbury Regis, a sort of moral scarecrow or + political leper, to be carefully avoided like some horrid contagion by a + respectable, prosperous head-master. I might have known it, I might have + known it, Edie; and now I’m afraid by my stupidity I’ve got + dear Ernest unintentionally into a pack of troubles. Come on, my child, my + poor dear child, come on to the downs, as he told us; I won’t + compromise you any longer by being seen with you in the streets, in the + decent decorous whited sepulchres of Pilbury Regis.’ And the grey + old apostle, with two tears trickling unreproved down his wrinkled cheek, + took Edie’s arm tenderly in his, and led her like a father up to the + green grassy slope that overlooks the little seaward combe by the nestling + village of Nether Pilbury. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Dr. Greatrex had taken Ernest into the breakfast-room—the + study was already monopolised by Mr. Blenkinsopp—and had seated + himself nervously, with his hands folded before him, on a straight-backed + chair There was a long and awkward pause, for the doctor didn’t care + to begin the interview; but at last he sighed deeply and said in a tone of + genuine disappointment and difficulty, ‘My dear Le Breton, this is + really very unpleasant.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest looked at him, and said nothing. + </p> + <p> + ‘Do you know,’ the doctor went on kindly after a minute, ‘I + really do like you and sympathise with you. But what am I to do after + this? I can’t keep you at the school any longer, can I now? I put it + to your own common-sense. I’m afraid, Le Breton—it gives me + sincere pain to say so—but I’m afraid we must part at the end + of the quarter.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest only muttered that he was very sorry. + </p> + <p> + ‘But what are we to do about it, Le Breton?’ the doctor continued + more kindly than ever. ‘What are we ever to do about it? For my own + sake, and for the boys’ sake, and for respectability’s sake, + it’s quite impossible to let you remain here any longer. The first + thing you must do is to send away this Schurz creature’—Ernest + started a little—‘and then we must try to let it blow over as + best we can. Everybody’ll be talking about it; you know the man’s + become quite notorious lately; and it’ll be quite necessary to say + distinctly, Le Breton, before the whole of Pilbury, that we’ve been + obliged to dismiss you summarily. So much we positively MUST do for our + own protection. But what on earth are we to do for you, my poor fellow? I’m + afraid you’ve cut your own throat, and I don’t see any way on + earth out of it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘How so?’ asked Ernest, half stunned by the suddenness of this + unexpected dismissal. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, just look the thing in the face yourself, Le Breton. I can’t + very well give you a recommendation to any other head master without + mentioning to him why I had to ask you for your resignation. And I’m + afraid if I told them, nobody else would ever take you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Indeed?’ said Ernest, very softly. ‘Is it such a heinous + offence to know so good a man as Herr Schurz—the best follower of + the apostles I ever knew?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear fellow,’ said the doctor, confidentially, with an unusual + burst of outspoken frankness, ‘so far as my own private feelings are + concerned, I don’t in the least object to your knowing Herr Schurz + or any other socialist whatsoever. To tell you the truth, I dare say he + really is an excellent and most well-meaning person at bottom. Between + ourselves, I’ve always thought that there was nothing very heterodox + in socialism; in fact, I often think, Le Breton, the Bible’s the + most thoroughly democratic book that ever was written. But we haven’t + got to deal in practice with first principles; we have to deal with + Society—with men and women as we find them. Now, Society doesn’t + like your Herr Schurz, objects to him, anathematises him, wants to + imprison him. If you walk about with him in public, Society won’t + send its sons to your school. Therefore, you should disguise your + affection, and if you want to visit him, you should visit him, like + Nicodemus, by night only.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid,’ said Ernest very fixedly, ‘I shall never + be able so far to accommodate myself to the wishes of Society.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid not, myself, Le Breton,’ the doctor went on with + imperturbable good temper. ‘I’m afraid not, and I’m + sorry for it. The fact is, you’ve chosen the wrong profession. You + haven’t pliability enough for a schoolmaster; you’re too + isolated, too much out of the common run; your ideas are too peculiar. + Now, you’ve got me to-day into a dreadful pickle, and I might very + easily be angry with you about it, and part with you in bad blood; but I + really like you, Le Breton, and I don’t want to do that; so I only + tell you plainly, you’ve mistaken your natural calling. What it can + be I don’t know; but we must put our two heads together, and see + what we can do for you before the end of the quarter. Now, go up to the + combe to your wife, and try to get that terrible bugbear of a German out + of Pilbury as quickly and as quietly as possible. Good-bye for to-day, Le + Breton; no coolness between us, for this, I hope, my dear fellow.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest grasped his hand warmly. ‘You’re very kind, Dr. + Greatrex,’ he said with genuine feeling. ‘I see you mean well + by me, and I’m very, very sorry if I’ve unintentionally caused + you any embarrassment.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not at all, not at all, my dear fellow. Don’t mention it. We’ll + tide it over somehow, and I’ll see whether I can get you anything + else to do that you’re better fitted for.’ + </p> + <p> + As the door closed on Ernest, the doctor just gently wiped a certain + unusual dew off his gold spectacles with a corner of his spotless + handkerchief. ‘He’s a good fellow,’ he murmured to + himself, ‘an excellent fellow; but he doesn’t manage to combine with + the innocence of the dove the wisdom of the serpent. Poor boy, poor boy, I’m + afraid he’ll sink, but we must do what we can to keep his chin + floating above the water. And now I must go back to the study to have out + my explanation with that detestable thick-headed old pig of a Blenkinsopp! + “Your views about young Le Breton,” I must say to him, “are + unfortunately only too well founded; and I have been compelled to dismiss + him this very hour from Pilbury Grammar School.” Ugh—how + humiliating! the profession’s really enough to give one a perfect + sickening of life altogether!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. — THE STREETS OF ASKELON. + </h2> + <p> + Before the end of the quarter, two things occurred which made almost as + serious a difference to Ernest’s and Edie’s lives as the + dismissal from Pilbury Regis Grammar School. It was about a week or ten + days after Herr Max’s unfortunate visit that Ernest awoke one + morning with a very curious and unpleasant taste in his mouth, accompanied + by a violent fit of coughing. He knew what the taste was well enough; and + he mentioned the matter casually to Edie a little later in the morning. + Edie was naturally frightened at the symptoms, and made him go to see the + school doctor. The doctor felt his pulse attentively, listened with his + stethoscope at the chest, punched and pummelled the patient all over in + the most orthodox fashion, and asked the usual inquisitorial personal + questions about all the other members of his family. When he heard about + Ronald’s predisposition, he shook his head seriously, and feared + there was really something in it. Increased vocal resonance at the top of + the left lung, he must admit. Some tendency to tubercular deposit there, + and perhaps even a slight deep-seated cavity. Ernest must take care of + himself for the present, and keep himself as free as possible from all + kind of worry or anxiety. + </p> + <p> + ‘Is it consumption, do you think, Dr. Sanders?’ Edie asked + breathlessly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, consumption, Mrs. Le Breton, is a very vague and indefinite + expression,’ said the doctor, tapping his white shirtcuff with his + nail in his slowest and most deliberate manner. ‘It may mean a great + deal, or it may mean very little. I don’t want in any way to alarm + you, or to alarm your husband; but there’s certainly a marked + incipient tendency towards tubercular deposit. Yes, tubercular deposit... + Well, if you ask me the question point-blank, I should say so... + certainly... I should say it was phthisis, very little doubt of it... In + short, what some people would call consumption.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest went home with Edie, comforting her all the way as well as he was + able, and trying to make light of it, but feeling in his own heart that + the look-out was decidedly beginning to gather blacker and darker than + ever before them. Through the rest of that term he worked as well as he + could; but Edie noticed every morning that the cough was getting worse and + worse; and long before the time came for them to leave Pilbury he had + begun to look distinctly delicate. Care for Edie and for the future was + telling on him: his frame had never been very robust, and the anxieties of + the last year had brought out the same latent hereditary tendency which + had shown itself earlier and more markedly in the case of his brother + Ronald. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Dr. Greatrex was assiduous in looking about for something or + other that Ernest could turn his hand to, and writing letters with + indefatigable kindness to all his colleagues and correspondents: for + though he was, as Ernest said, a most unmitigated humbug, that was really + his only fault; and when his sympathies were once really aroused, as the + Le Bretons had aroused them, there was no stone he would leave unturned if + only his energy could be of any service to those whom he wished to + benefit. But unfortunately in this case it couldn’t. ‘I’m + at my wit’s end what to do with you, Le Breton,’ he said + kindly one morning to Ernest: ‘but how on earth I’m to manage + anything, I can’t imagine. For my own part, you know, though your + conduct about that poor man Schurz (a well-meaning harmless fanatic, I + dare say) was really a public scandal—from the point of view of + parents I mean, my dear fellow, from the point of view of parents—I + should almost be inclined to keep you on here in spite of it, and brave + the public opinion of Pilbury Regis, if it depended entirely upon my own + judgment. But in the management of a school, my dear boy, as you yourself + must be aware, a head master isn’t the sole and only authority; + there are the governors, for example, Le Breton, and—and—and, + ur, there’s Mrs. Greatrex. Now, in all matters of social discipline + and attitude, Mrs. Greatrex is justly of equal authority with me; and Mrs. + Greatrex thinks it would never do to keep you at Pilbury. So, of course, + that practically settles the question. I’m awfully sorry, Le Breton, + dreadfully sorry, but I don’t see my way out of it. The mischief’s + done already, to some extent, for all Pilbury knows now that Schurz came + down here to stop with you at your lodgings: but if I were to keep you on + they’d say I didn’t disapprove of Schurz’s opinions, and + that would naturally be simple ruination for the school—simple + ruination.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest thanked him sincerely for the trouble he had taken, but wondered + desperately in his own heart what sort of future could ever be in store + for them. + </p> + <p> + The second event was less unexpected, though quite equally embarrassing + under existing circumstances. Hardly more than a month before the end of + the quarter, a little black-eyed baby daughter came to add to the + prospective burdens of the Le Breton family. She was a wee, fat, + round-faced, dimpled Devonshire lass to look at, as far surpassing every + previous baby in personal appearance as each of those previous babies, by + universal admission, had surpassed all their earlier predecessors—a + fact which, as Mr. Sanders remarked, ought to be of most gratifying import + both to evolutionists and to philanthropists in general, as proving the + continuous and progressive amelioration of the human race: and Edie was + very proud of her indeed, as she lay placidly in her very plain little + white robes on the pillow of her simple wickerwork cradle. But Ernest, + though he learned to love the tiny intruder dearly afterwards, had no + heart just then to bear the conventional congratulations of his friends + and fellow-masters. Another mouth to feed, another life dependent upon + him, and little enough, as it seemed, for him to feed it with. When Edie + asked him what they should name the baby—he had just received an + adverse answer to his application for a vacant secretaryship—he + crumpled up the envelope bitterly in his hand, and cried out in his + misery, ‘Call her Pandora, Edie, call her Pandora; for we’ve + got to the very bottom of the casket, and there is nothing at all left for + us now but hope—and even of that very little!’ + </p> + <p> + So they duly registered her name as Pandora; but her mother shortened it + familiarly into Dot; and as little Dot she was practically known ever + after. + </p> + <p> + Almost as soon as poor Edie was able to get about again, the time came + when they would have to leave Pilbury Regis. The doctor’s search had + been quite ineffectual, and he had heard of absolutely nothing that was at + all likely to suit Ernest Le Breton. He had tried Government offices, + Members of Parliament, colonial friends, every body he knew in any way who + might possibly know of vacant posts or appointments, but each answer was + only a fresh disappointment for him and for Ernest. In the end, he was + fain to advise his peccant under-master, since nothing else remained for + it, that he had better go up to London for the present, take lodgings, and + engage in the precarious occupation known as ‘looking about for + something to turn up.’ On the morning when Edie and he were to leave + the town, Dr. Greatrex saw Ernest privately in his own study. + </p> + <p> + ‘I wish very much I could have gone to the station to see you off, Le + Breton,’ he said, pressing his hand warmly; ‘but it wouldn’t + do, you know, it wouldn’t do, and Mrs. Greatrex wouldn’t like + it. People would say I sympathised secretly with your political opinions, + which might offend Sir Matthew Ogle and others of our governors. But I’m + sorry to get rid of you, really and sincerely sorry, my dear fellow; and + apart from personal feeling, I’m sure you’d have made a good + master in most ways, if it weren’t for your most unfortunate + socialistic notions. Get rid of them, Le Breton, I beg of you: do get rid + of them. Well, the only thing I can advise you now is to try your hand, + for the present only—till something turns up, you know—at + literature and journalism. I shall be on the look-out for you still, and + shall tell you at once of anything I may happen to hear of. But meanwhile, + you must try to be earning something. And if at any time, my dear friend, + you should be temporarily in want of money,’—the doctor said + this in a shame-faced, hesitating sort of way, with not a little humming + and hawing—‘in want of money for immediate necessities merely, + if you’ll only be so kind as to write and tell me, I should consider + it a pleasure and a privilege to lend you a ten pound note, you know—just + for a short time, till you saw your way clear before you. Don’t + hesitate to ask me now, be sure; and I may as well say, write to me at the + school, Le Breton, not at the school-house, so that even Mrs. Greatrex + need never know anything about it. In fact, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve + put a small sum into this envelope—only twenty pounds—which + may be of service to you, as a loan, as a loan merely; if you’ll + take it—only till something turns up, you know—you’ll + really be conferring a great favour upon me. There, there, my dear boy; + now don’t be offended: I’ve borrowed money myself at times, + when I was a young man like you, and I hadn’t a wife and family then + as an excuse for it either. Put it in your pocket, there’s a good + fellow; you’ll need it for Mrs. Le Breton and the baby, you see; now + do please put it in your pocket.’ + </p> + <p> + The tears rode fast and hot in Ernest’s eyes, and he grasped the + doctor’s other hand with grateful fervour. ‘Dear Dr. Greatrex,’ + he said as well as he was able, ‘it’s too kind of you, too + kind of you altogether. But I really can’t take the money. Even + after the expenses of Edie’s illness and of baby Dot’s + wardrobe, we have a little sum, a very little sum laid by, that’ll + help us to tide over the immediate present. It’s too good of you, + too good of you altogether. I shall remember your kindness for ever with + the most sincere and heartfelt gratitude.’ + </p> + <p> + As Ernest looked into the doctor’s half-averted eyes, swimming and + glistening just a little with sympathetic moisture, his heart smote him + when he thought that he had ever described that good, kindly, generous man + as an unmitigated humbug. ‘It shows how little one can trust the + mere outside shell of human beings,’ he said to Edie, + self-reproachfully, as they sat together in their hare third-class + carriage an hour later. ‘The humbug’s just the conventional + mask of his profession—necessary enough, I suppose, for people who + are really going to live successfully in the world as we find it: the + heart within him’s a thousand times warmer and truer and more + unspoiled than one could ever have imagined from the outer covering. He + offered me his twenty pounds so delicately and considerately that but for + my father’s blood in me, Edie, for your sake, I believe I could + almost have taken it.’ + </p> + <p> + When they got to London, Ernest wished to leave Edie and Dot at Arthur + Berkeley’s rooms (he knew nowhere else to leave them), while he went + out by himself to look about for cheap lodgings. Edie was still too weak, + he said, to carry her baby about the streets of London in search of + apartments. But Edie wouldn’t hear of this arrangement; she didn’t + quite like going to Arthur’s, and she felt sure she could bargain + with the London landladies a great deal more effectually than a man like + Ernest—which was an important matter in the present very reduced + condition of the family finances. In the end it was agreed that they + should both go out on the hunt together, but that Ernest should be + permitted to relieve Edie by turns in taking care of the precious baby. + </p> + <p> + ‘They’re dreadful people, I believe, London landladies,’ said + Edie, in her most housewifely manner; ‘regular cheats and + skinflints, I’ve always heard, who try to take you in on every + conceivable point and item. We must be very careful not to let them get + the better of us, Ernest, and to make full inquiries about all extras, and + so forth, beforehand.’ + </p> + <p> + They turned towards Holloway and the northern district, to look for cheap + rooms, and they saw a great many, more or less dear, and more or less + dirty and unsuitable, until their poor hearts really began to sink within + them. At last, in despair, Edie turned up a small side street in Holloway, + and stopped at a tiny house with a clean white curtain in its wee front + bay window. ‘This is awfully small, Ernest,’ she said, + despondently, ‘but perhaps, after all, it might really suit us.’ + </p> + <p> + The door was opened for them by a tall, raw-boned, hard-faced woman, the + very embodiment and personification of Edie’s ideal skinflint London + landlady. Might they see the lodgings, Edie asked dubiously. Yes, they + might, indeed, mum, answered the hard-faced woman. Edie glanced at Ernest + significantly, as who should say that these would really never do. + </p> + <p> + The lodgings were very small, but they were as clean as a new pin. Edie + began to relent, and thought, perhaps in spite of the landlady, they might + somehow manage to put up with them. ‘What was the rent?’ + </p> + <p> + The hard-faced landlady looked at Edie steadily, and then answered + ‘Fifteen shillings, mum.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, that’s too much for us, I’m afraid,’ said Edie + ruefully. ‘We don’t want to go as high as that. We’re + very poor and quiet people.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, mum,’ the landlady assented quickly, ‘it is ‘igh + for the rooms, perhaps, mum, though I’ve ‘ad more; but it IS + ‘igh, mum. I won’t deny it. Still, for you, mum, and the baby, + I wouldn’t mind making it twelve and sixpence.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Couldn’t you say half-a-sovereign?’ Edie asked timidly, + emboldened by success. + </p> + <p> + ‘Arf a suvveran, mum? Well, I ‘ardly rightly know,’ said the + hard-faced landlady deliberately. ‘I can’t say without askin’ + of my ‘usband whether he’ll let me. Excuse me a minnit, mum; I’ll + just run down and ask ‘im.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie glanced at Ernest, and whispered doubtfully, ‘They’ll do, + but I’m afraid she’s a dreadful person.’ + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, the hard-faced landlady had run downstairs quickly, and called + out in a pleasant voice of childish excitement to her husband. ‘John, + John,’ she cried—‘drat that man, where’s he gone + to. Oh, a smokin’ of course, in the back kitching. Oh, John, there’s + the sweetest little lady you ever set eyes on, all in black, with a dear + baby, a dear little speechless infant, and a invalid ‘usband, I + should say by the look of ‘im, ‘as come to ask the price of + the ground floor lodgin’s. And seein’ she was so nice and + kindlike, I told her fifteen shillings, instead of a suvveran; and she + says, can’t you let ‘em for less? says she; and she was that + pretty and engagin’ that I says, well, for you I’ll make it + twelve and sixpence, mum, says I: and says she, you couldn’t say + ‘arf a suvveran, could you? and says I, I’ll ask my ‘usband: + and oh, John, I DO wish you’d let me take ‘em at that, for a + kinder, sweeter-lookin’ dearer family I never did, an’ that I + tell you.’ + </p> + <p> + John drew his pipe slowly out of his mouth—he was a big, heavy, + coachman-built sort of person, in waistcoat and shirt-sleeves—and + answered with a kindly smile, ‘Why, Martha, if you want to take + ‘em for ‘arf a suvveran, in course you’d ought to do it. + Got a baby, pore thing, ‘ave she now? Well, there, there, you just + go this very minnit, and tell ‘em as you’ll take ‘em.’ + </p> + <p> + The hard-faced landlady went up the stairs again, only stopping a moment + to observe parenthetically that a sweeter little lady she never did, and + what was ‘arf-a-crown a week to you and me, John? and then, holding + the corner of her apron in her hand, she informed Edie that her ‘usband + was prepared to accept the ten shillings weekly. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ll try to make you and the gentleman comfortable, mum,’ she + said, eagerly; ‘the gentleman don’t look strong, now do he? We + must try to feed ‘im up and keep ‘im cheerful. And we’ve + got plenty of flowers to make the room bright, you see: I’m very + fond of flowers myself, mum: seems to me as if they was sort of company to + one, like, and when you water ‘em and tend ‘em always, I feel + as if they was alive, and got to know one again, I do, and that makes one + love ‘em, now don’t it, mum? To see ‘em brighten up after you’ve + watered ‘em, like that there maiden-’air fern there, why it’s + enough to make one love ‘em the same as if they was Christians, mum.’ + There was a melting tenderness in her voice when she talked about the + flowers that half won over Edie’s heart, even in spite of her hard + features. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m glad you’re so fond of flowers, Mrs.——. Oh, + you haven’t told us your name yet,’ Edie said, beginning + vaguely to suspect that perhaps the hard-faced landlady wasn’t quite + as bad as she looked to a casual observer. + </p> + <p> + ‘Alliss, mum,’ the landlady answered, filling up Edie’s + interrogatory blank. ‘My name is ‘Alliss.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Alice what?’ Edie asked again. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, no, mum, you don’t rightly understand me,’ the landlady + replied, getting very red, and muddling up her aspirates more decidedly + than ever, as people with her failing always do when they want to be + specially deliberate and emphatic: ‘not Halice, but ‘Alliss; + haitch, hay, hell, hell, hi, double hess—‘Alliss: my full name’s + Martha ‘Alliss, mum; my ‘usband’s John ‘Alliss. + When would you like to come in?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘At once,’ Edie answered. ‘We’ve left our luggage at the + cloak-room at Waterloo, and my husband will go back and fetch it, while I + stop here with the baby.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not that, he shan’t, indeed, mum,’ cried the hard-faced + landlady, hastily; ‘beggin’ your pardon for sayin’ so. + Our John shall go—that’s my ‘usband, mum; and you shall + give ‘im the ticket. I wouldn’t let your good gentleman there + go, and ‘im so tired, too, not for the world, I wouldn’t. Just + you give me the ticket, mum, and John shall go this very minnit and fetch + it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But perhaps your husband’s busy,’ said Ernest, reflecting + upon the probable cost of cab hire; ‘and he’ll want a cab to + fetch it in.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Bless your ‘eart, sir,’ said the landlady, busily arranging + things all round the room meanwhile for the better accommodation of the + baby, ‘’e ain’t noways busy ‘e ain’t. + ‘E’s a lazy man, nowadays, John is: retired from business, + ‘e says, sir, and ain’t got nothink to do but clean the + knives, and lay the fires, and split the firewood, and such like. John + were a coachman, sir, in a gentleman’s family for most of ‘is + life, man and boy, these forty year, come Christmas; and we’ve saved + a bit o’ money between us, so as we don’t need for nothink: + and ‘e don’t want the cab, puttin’ you to expense, sir, + onnecessary, to bring the luggage round in. ‘E’ll just borrer + the hand-barrer from the livery in the mews, sir, and wheel it round + ‘isself, in ‘arf an hour, and make nothink of it. Just you give me + the ticket, and set you right down there, and I’ll make you and the + lady a cup of tea at once, and John’ll bring round the luggage by + the time you’ve got your things off.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest looked at Edie, and Edie looked at Ernest. Could they have judged + too hastily once more, after their determination to be lenient in first + judgments for the future? So Ernest gave Mrs. Halliss the cloak-room + ticket, and Mrs. Halliss ran downstairs with it immediately. ‘John,’ + the cried again, ‘—drat that man, where’s ‘e gone + to? Oh, there you are, dearie! Just you put on your coat an’ ‘at + as fast as ever you can, and borrer Tom Wood’s barrer, and run down + to Waterloo, and fetch up them two portmanteaus, will you? And you drop in + on the way at the Waterfield dairy—not Jenkins’s: Jenkins’s + milk ain’t good enough for them—and tell ‘em to send + round two penn’orth of fresh this very minnit, do y’ear, John, + this very minnit, as it’s extremely pertickler. And a good thing I + didn’t give you them two eggs for your dinner, as is fresh-laid by + our own ‘ens this mornin’, and no others like ‘em to be + ‘ad in London for love or money; and they shall ‘ave ‘em + boiled light for their tea this very evenin’. And you look sharp, + John,—drat the man, ‘ow long ‘e is—for I tell yon, + these is reel gentlefolk, and them pore too, which makes it all the + ‘arder; and they’ve got to be treated the same in every + respect as if they was paying a ‘ole suvverin, bless their ‘earts, + the pore creechurs.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Pore,’ said John, vainly endeavouring to tear on his coat with + becoming rapidity under the influence of Mrs. Halliss’s voluble + exhortations. ‘Pore are they, pore things? and so they may be. I’ve + knowed the sons of country gentlemen, and that baronights too, Martha, as + ‘ad kep’ their ‘ounds, redooced to be that pore as they + couldn’t have afforded to a took our lodgings, even ‘umble as + they may be. Pore ain’t nothink to do with it noways, as respecks + gentility. I’ve lived forty years in gentlemen’s families, up + an’ down, Martha, and I think I’d ought to know somethink + about the ‘abits and manners of the aristocracy. Pore ain’t in the + question at all, it ain’t, as far as breedin’ goes: and if + they’re pore, and got to be gentlefolks too all the same’—John + spoke of this last serious disability in a tone of unfeigned pity—‘why, + Martha, wot I says is, we’d ought to do the very best we can for + ‘em any ‘ow, now, oughtn’t we?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Drat the man!’ cried Mrs. Halliss again, impatiently; ‘don’t + stand talkin’ and sermonin’ about it there no longer like a + poll parrot, but just you run along and send in the milk, like a dear, + will you? or that dear little lady’ll have to be waitin’ for + her tea—and her with a month-old baby, too, the pretty thing, just + to think of it!’ + </p> + <p> + And indeed, long before John Halliss had got back again with the two wee + portmanteaus—‘I could ‘a carried that lot on my ‘ead,’ + he soliloquised when he saw them, ‘without ‘avin’ + troubled to wheel round a onnecessary encumbrance in the way of a barrer’—Mrs. + Halliss had put the room tidy, and laid the baby carefully in a borrowed + cradle in the corner, and brought up Edie and Ernest a big square tray + covered by a snow-white napkin—‘My own washin’, mum’—and + conveying a good cup of tea, a couple of crisp rolls, and two such + delicious milky eggs as were never before known in the whole previous + history of the county of Middlesex. And while they drank their tea, Mrs. + Halliss insisted upon taking the baby down into the kitchen, so that they + mightn’t be bothered, pore things; for the pore lady must be tired + with nursin’ of it herself the livelong day, that she must: and when + she got it into the kitchen, she was compelled to call over the back yard + wall to Mrs. Bollond, the greengrocer’s wife next door, with the + ultimate view to getting a hare’s brain for the dear baby to suck at + through a handkerchief. And Mrs. Bollond, being specially so invited, came + in by the area door, and inspected the dear baby; and both together + arrived at the unanimous conclusion that little Dot was the very prettiest + and sweetest child that ever sucked its fat little fingers, Lord bless + her! + </p> + <p> + And in the neat wee parlour upstairs, Edie, pouring out tea from the + glittering tin teapot into one of the scrupulously clean small whitey-gold + teacups, was saying meanwhile to Ernest, ‘Well, after all, Ernest + dear, perhaps London landladies aren’t all quite as black as they’re + usually painted.’ A conclusion which neither Edie nor Ernest had + ever after any occasion for altering in any way. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. — THE CLOUDS BEGIN TO BREAK. + </h2> + <p> + And now, what were Ernest and Edie to do for a living! That was the + practical difficulty that stared them at last plainly in the face—no + mere abstract question of right and justice, of socialistic ideals or of + political economy, but the stern, uncompromising, pressing domestic + question of daily bread. They had come from Pilbury Regis with a very + small reserve indeed in their poor lean little purses; and though Mrs. + Halliss’s lodgings might be cheap enough as London lodgings go, + their means wouldn’t allow them to stop there for many weeks + together unless that hypothetical something of which they were in search + should happen to turn up with most extraordinary and unprecedented + rapidity. As soon as they were settled in at their tiny rooms, therefore, + Ernest began a series of weary journeys into town, in search of work of + some sort or another; and he hunted up all his old Oxford acquaintances in + the Temple or elsewhere, to see if they could give him any suggestions + towards a possible means of earning a livelihood. Most of them, he found + to his surprise, though they had been great chums of his at college, + seemed a little shy of him nowadays: one old Oxford friend, in particular, + an impeccable man in close-cut frock coat and hat of shiny perfection, he + overheard saying to another, he followed him accidentally up a long + staircase in King’s Bench Walk, ‘Ah, yes, I met Le Breton in + the Strand yesterday, when I was walking with a Q.C., too; he’s + married badly, got no employment, and looks awfully seedy. So very + embarrassing, you know, now wasn’t it?’ And the other answered + lightly, in the same unconcerned tone, ‘Oh, of course, dreadfully + embarrassing, really.’ Ernest slank down the staircase again with a + sinking heart, and tried to get no further hints from the respectabilities + of King’s Bench Walk, at least in this his utmost extremity. + </p> + <p> + Night after night, as the dusk was beginning to throw its pall over the + great lonely desert of London—one vast frigid expanse of living + souls that knew and cared nothing about him—Ernest turned back, + foot-sore and heart-sick, to the cheery little lodgings in the short + side-street at Holloway. There good Mrs. Halliss, whose hard face seemed + to grow softer the longer you looked at it, had a warm clip of tea always + ready against his coming: and Edie, with wee Dot sleeping placidly on her + arm, stood at the door to welcome him back again in wife-like fashion. The + flowers in the window bloomed bright and gay in the tiny parlour: and + Edie, with her motherly cares for little Dot, seemed more like herself + than ever she had done before since poor Harry’s death had clouded + the morning of her happy lifetime. But to Ernest, even that pretty picture + of the young mother and her sleeping baby looked only like one more + reminder of the terrible burden he had unavoidably yet too lightly taken + upon him. Those two dear lives depended wholly upon him for their daily + bread, and where that daily bread was ever to come from he had absolutely + not the slightest notion. + </p> + <p> + There is no place in which it is more utterly dreary to be quite + friendless than in teeming London. Still, they were not absolutely + friendless even in that great lurid throng of jarring humanity, all + eagerly intent on its own business, and none of it troubling its + collective head about two such nonentities as Ernest and Edie. Ronald used + to come round daily to see them and cheer them up with his quiet + confidence in the Disposer of all things: and Arthur Berkeley, neglecting + his West End invitations and his lady admirers, used to drop in often of + an evening for a friendly chat and a rational suggestion or two. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why don’t you try journalism, Le Breton?’ he said to Ernest + one night, as they sat discussing possibilities for the future in the + little parlour together. ‘Literature in some form or other’s + clearly the best thing for a man like you to turn his hand to. It demands + less compliance with conventional rules than any other profession. No + editor or publisher would ever dream of dismissing you, for example, + because you invited your firebrand friend Max Schurz to dinner. On the + contrary, if it comes to that, he’d ask you what Herr Max thought + about the future of trades unions and the socialist movement in Germany, + and he’d advise you to turn it into a column and a half of copy, + with a large type sensational heading, “A Communistic Leader + Interviewed. From our Special Correspondent.”’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But it’s such a very useless, unsocialistic trade,’ Ernest + answered doubtfully. ‘Do you think it would be quite right, Arthur, + for a man to try and earn money by it? Of course it isn’t much worse + than school-mastering, I dare say; nobody can say he’s performing a + very useful function for the world by hammering a few lines of Ovid into + the skull of poor stupid Blenkinsopp major, who after all will only use + what he calls his education, if he uses it in any way at all, to enable + him to make rather more money than any other tobacco-pipe manufacturer in + the entire trade. Still, one does feel for all that, that mere writing of + books and papers is a very unsatisfactory kind of work for an ethical + being to perform for humanity. How much better, now, if one could only be + a farm-labourer or a shoemaker!’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley looked across at him half angrily. ‘My dear Ernest,’ + he said, in a severer voice than he often used, ‘the time has gone + by now for this economical puritanism of yours. It won’t do any + longer. You have to think of your child and of Mrs. Le Breton. Your first + duty is to earn a livelihood for them and yourself; when you’ve done + that satisfactorily, you may begin to think of the claims of humanity. Don’t + be vexed with me, my dear fellow, if I speak to you very plainly. You’ve + lost your place at Pilbury because you wouldn’t be practical. You + might have known they wouldn’t let you go hobnobbing publicly before + the very eyes of boys and parents with a firebrand German Socialist. Mind, + I don’t say anything against Herr Schurz myself—what little I + know about him is all in his favour—that he’s a thorn in the + side of those odious prigs, the political economists. I’ve often + noticed that when a man wants to dogmatise to his heart’s content + without fear of contradiction, he invariably calls himself a political + economist. Then if people differ from him, he smiles at them the benign + smile of superior wisdom, and says superciliously, “Ah, I see you + don’t understand political economy!” Now, your Herr Schurz is + a dissenter among economists, I believe—a sort of embryo Luther come + to tilt with a German toy lance against their economical infallibilities; + and I’m told he knows more about the subject than all the rest of + them put together. Of course, if you like him and respect him—and I + know you have one superstition left, my dear fellow—there’s no + reason on earth why you shouldn’t do so; but you mustn’t + parade him too openly before the scandalised faces of respectable Pilbury. + In future, you must be practical. Turn your hand to whatever you can get + to do, and leave humanity at large to settle the debtor and creditor + account with you hereafter.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ll do my best, Berkeley,’ Ernest answered submissively; + ‘and if you like, I’ll strangle my conscience and try my hand + at journalism.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Do, there’s a good man,’ Arthur Berkeley said, delighted at + his late conversion. ‘I know two or three editor fellows pretty + well, and if you’ll only turn off something, I’ll ask them to + have a look at it.’ + </p> + <p> + Next morning, at breakfast, Ernest discussed the possibilities of this new + venture very seriously with sympathising Edie. ‘It’s a great + risk,’ he said, turning it over dubiously in his mind; ‘a + great risk, and a great expense too, for nothing certain. Let me see, + there’ll be a quire of white foolscap to start with; that’ll + be a shilling—a lot of money as things go at present, Edie, isn’t + it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why not begin with half a quire, Ernest?’ said his little wife, + cautiously. ‘That’d be only sixpence, you see.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Do they halve quires at the stationer’s, I wonder?’ Ernest + went on still mentally reckoning. ‘Well, suppose we put it at + sixpence. Then we’ve got pens already by us, but not any ink—that’s + a penny—and there’s postage, say about twopence; total + ninepence. That’s a lot of money, isn’t it, now, for a pure + uncertainty?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’d try it, Ernest dear, if I were you,’ Edie answered. + ‘We must do something, mustn’t we, dear, to earn our living.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘We must,’ Ernest said, sighing. ‘I wish it were anything but + that; but I suppose what must be must be. Well, I’ll go out a walk + by myself in the quietest streets I can find, and try if I can think of + anything on earth a man can write about. Arthur Berkeley says I ought to + begin with a social article for a paper; he knows the “Morning + Intelligence” people, and he’ll try to get them to take + something if I can manage to write it. I wonder what on earth would do as + a social article for the “Morning Intelligence”! If only they’d + let me write about socialism now! but Arthur says they won’t take + that; the times aren’t yet ripe for it. I wish they were, Edie, I + wish they were; and then perhaps you and I would find some way to earn + ourselves a decent living.’ + </p> + <p> + So Ernest went out, and ruminated quietly by himself, as well as he was + able, in the least frequented streets of Holloway and Highgate. After + about half an hour’s excogitation, a brilliant idea at last flashed + across him; he had found in a tobacconist’s window something to + write about! Your practised journalist doesn’t need to think at all; + he writes whatever comes uppermost without the unnecessarily troublesome + preliminary of deliberate thinking. But Ernest Le Breton was only making + his first experiment in the queer craft, and he looked upon himself as a + veritable Watt or Columbus when he had actually discovered that hitherto + unknown object, a thing to write about. He went straight back to good Mrs. + Halliss’s with his discovery whirling in his head, stopping only by + the way at the stationer’s, to invest in half a quire of white + foolscap. ‘The best’s a shilling a quire, mister,’ said + the shopman; ‘second best, tenpence.’ Communist as he was, + Ernest couldn’t help noticing the unusual mode of address; but he + took the cheaper quality quietly, and congratulated himself on his good + luck in saving a penny upon the original estimate. + </p> + <p> + When he got home, he sat down at the plain wooden table by the window, and + began with nervous haste to write away rapidly at his first literary + venture. Edie sat by in her little low chair and watched him closely with + breathless interest. Would it be a success or a failure? That was the + question they were both every moment intently asking themselves. It was + not a very important piece of literary workmanship, to be sure; only a + social leader for a newspaper, to be carelessly skimmed to-day and used to + light the fire to-morrow, if even that; and yet had it been the greatest + masterpiece ever produced by the human intellect Ernest could not have + worked at it with more conscientious care, or Edie watched him with + profounder admiration. When Shakespeare sat down to write ‘Hamlet,’ + it may be confidently asserted that neither Mistress Anne Shakespeare nor + anybody else awaited the result of his literary labours with such + unbounded and feverish anxiety. By the time Ernest had finished his second + sheet of white foolscap—much erased and interlined with interminable + additions and corrections—Edie ventured for a moment briefly to + interrupt his creative efforts. ‘Don’t you think you’ve + written as much as makes an ordinary leader now, Ernest?’ she asked, + apologetically. ‘I’m afraid you’re making it a good deal + longer than it ought to be by rights.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m sure I don’t know, Edie,’ Ernest answered, gazing + at the two laboured sheets with infinite dubitation and searching of + spirit. ‘I suppose one ought properly to count the words in an average + leader, and make it the same length as they always are in the “Morning + Intelligence.” I think they generally run to just a column.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Of course you ought, dear,’ Edie answered. ‘Run out this + minute and buy one before you go a single line further.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest looked back at his two pages of foolscap somewhat ruefully. ‘That’s + a dreadful bore,’ he said, with a sigh: ‘it’ll just run + away with the whole penny I thought I’d managed to save in getting + the second quality of foolscap for fivepence. However, I suppose it can’t + be helped, and after all, if the thing succeeds, one can look upon the + penny in the light of an investment. It’s throwing a sprat to catch + a whale, as the proverb says: though I’m afraid Herr Max would say + that that was a very immoral capitalist proverb. How horribly low we must + be sinking, Edie, when we come to use the anti-social language of those + dreadful capitalists!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t think capitalists deal much in proverbs, dear,’ said + Edie, smiling in spite of herself; ‘but you needn’t go to the + expense of buying a “Morning Intelligence,” I dare say, for + perhaps Mrs. Halliss may have an old one in the house; or if not, she + might be able to borrow one from a neighbour. She has a perfect genius for + borrowing, Mrs. Halliss; she borrows everything I want from somebody or + other. I’ll just run down to the kitchen this minute and ask her.’ + </p> + <p> + In a few seconds Edie returned in triumph with an old soiled and torn copy + of the ‘Morning Intelligence,’ duly procured by the ingenious + Mrs. Halliss from the dairy opposite. It was a decidedly antiquated copy, + and it had only too obviously been employed by its late possessor to wrap + up a couple of kippered herrings; but it was still entire, so far as + regarded the leaders at least, and it was perfectly legible in spite of + its ancient and fish-like smell. To ensure accuracy, Ernest and Edie took + a leader apiece, and carefully counted up the number of words that went to + the column. They came on an average to fifteen hundred. Then Ernest + counted his own manuscript with equal care—no easy task when one + took into consideration the interlined or erased passages—and, to + his infinite disgust, discovered that it only extended to seven hundred + and fifty words. ‘Why, Edie,’ he said, in a very disappointed + tone, ‘how little it prints into! I should certainly have thought I’d + written at least a whole column. And the worst of it is, I believe I’ve + really said all I have to say about the subject.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What is it, Ernest dear?’ asked Edie. + </p> + <p> + ‘Italian organ-boys,’ Ernest answered. ‘I saw on a placard in + the news shop that one of them had been taken to a hospital in a starving + condition.’ He hardly liked to tell even Edie that he had stood for + ten minutes at a tobacconist’s window and read the case in a sheet + of ‘Lloyd’s News’ conspicuously hung up there for public + perusal. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, let me hear what you have written, Ernest dear, and then see if you + couldn’t expand it.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest read it over most seriously and solemnly—it was only a social + leader, of the ordinary commonplace talky-talky sort; but to those two + poor young people it was a very serious and solemn matter indeed—no + less a matter than their own two lives and little Dot’s into the + bargain. It began with the particular case of the particular organ-boy who + formed the peg on which the whole article was to be hung; it went on to + discourse on the lives and manners of organ-boys in general; it digressed + into the natural history of the common guinea-pig, with an excursus on the + scenery of the Lower Apennines; and it finished off with sundry abstract + observations on the musical aspect of the barrel-organ and the aesthetic + value of hurdygurdy performances. Edie listened to it all with deep + attention. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s very good, Ernest dear,’ she said, with wifely + admiration, as soon as he had finished. ‘Just like a real leader + exactly; only, do you know, there aren’t any anecdotes in it. I + think a social leader of that sort ought always to have a lot of + anecdotes. Couldn’t you manage to bring in something about Fox and + Sheridan, or about George IV. and Beau Brummel? They always do, you know, + in most of the papers.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest gazed at her in silent admiration. ‘How clever of you, Edie,’ + he said, ‘to think of that! Why, of course there ought to be some + anecdotes. They’re the very breath of life to this sort of + meaningless writing. Only, somehow, George IV. and Beau Brummel don’t + seem exactly relevant to Italian organ-grinders, now do they?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I thought,’ said Edie, with hardly a touch of unintentional satire, + ‘that the best thing about anecdotes of that kind in a newspaper was their + utter irrelevancy. But if Beau Brummel won’t do, couldn’t you + manage to work in Guicciardini and the galleys? That’s strictly + Italian, you know, and therefore relevant; and I’m sure the + newspaper leaders are extremely fond of that story about Guiccardini.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘They are,’ Ernest answered,'most undoubtedly; but perhaps for that + very reason readers may be beginning to get just a little tired of it by + this time.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t think the readers matter much,’ said Edie, with a + brilliant, flash of practical common-sense; ‘at least, not nearly + half as much, Ernest, as the editor.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Quite true,’ Ernest replied, with another admiring look; ‘but + probably the editor more or less consults the taste and feelings of the + readers. Well, I’ll try to expand it a bit, and I’ll manage to + drag in an anecdote or two somehow—if not Guicciardini, at least + something or other else Italian. You see Italy’s a tolerably rich + subject, because you can do any amount about Raffael, and Michael Angelo, + and Leonardo, and so forth, not to mention Botticelli. The papers have + made a dreadful run lately on Botticelli.’ + </p> + <p> + So Ernest sat down once more at the table by the window, and began to + interlard the manuscript with such allusions to Italy and the Italians as + could suggest themselves on the spur of the moment to his anxious + imagination. At the end of half an hour—about the time a practised + hand would have occupied in writing the whole article—he counted + words once more, and found there were still two hundred wanting. Two + hundred more words to say about Italian organ-boys! Alas for the untrained + human fancy! A master leader writer at the office of the ‘Morning + Intelligence’ could have run on for ever on so fertile and + suggestive a theme—a theme pregnant with unlimited openings for all + the cheap commonplaces of abstract journalistic philanthropy; but poor + Ernest, a ‘prentice hand at the trade, had yet to learn the fluent + trick of the accomplished news purveyor; he absolutely could not write + without thinking about it. A third time he was obliged to recommit his + manuscript, and a third time to count the words over. This time, oh joy, + the reckoning came out as close as possible to the even fifteen hundred. + Ernest gave a sigh of relief, and turned to read it all over again, as + finally enlarged and amended, to the critical ears of admiring Edie. + </p> + <p> + There was anecdote enough now, in all conscience, in the article; and + allusions enough to stock a whole week’s numbers of the ‘Morning + Intelligence.’ Edie listened to the whole tirade with an air of the + most severe and impartial criticism. When Ernest had finished, she rose up + and kissed him. ‘I’m sure it’ll do, Ernest,’ she + said confidently. ‘It’s exactly like a real leader. It’s + quite beautiful—a great deal more beautiful, in fact, than anything + else I ever read in a newspaper: it’s good enough to print in a + volume.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I hope the editor’ll think so,’ Ernest answered, dubiously. + ‘If not, what a lot of valuable tenpenny foolscap wasted all for + nothing! Now I must write it all out again clean, Edie, on fresh pieces.’ + </p> + <p> + Newspaper men, it must be candidly admitted, do not usually write their + articles twice over; indeed, to judge by the result, it may be charitably + believed that they do not even, as a rule, read them through when written, + to correct their frequent accidental slips of logic or English; but Ernest + wrote out his organ-boy leader in his most legible and roundest hand, + copperplate fashion, with as much care and precision as if it were his + first copy for presentation to the stern writing-master of a Draconian + board school. ‘Editors are more likely to read your manuscript if it’s + legible, I should think, Edie,’ he said, looking up at her with more + of hope in his face than had often been seen in it of late. ‘I + wonder, now, whether they prefer it sent in a long envelope, folded in + three; or in a square envelope, folded twice over; or in a paper cover, + open like a pamphlet. There must be some recognised professional way of + doing it, and I should think one’s more likely to get it taken if + one sends it in the regular professional fashion, than if one makes it + look too amateurish. I shall go in for the long envelope; at any rate, if + not journalistic, it’s at least official.’ + </p> + <p> + The editor of the ‘Morning Intelligence’ is an important + personage in contemporary politics, and a man of more real weight in the + world than half-a-dozen Members of Parliament for obscure country + boroughs; but even that mighty man himself would probably have been a + little surprised as well as amused (if he could have seen it) at the way + in which Ernest and Edie Le Breton anxiously endeavoured to conciliate + beforehand his merest possible personal fads and fancies. As a matter of + fact, the question of the particular paper on which the article was + written mattered to him absolutely less than nothing, inasmuch as he never + looked at anything whatsoever until it had been set up in type for him to + pass off-hand judgment upon its faults or its merits. His time was far too + valuable to be lightly wasted on the task of deciphering crabbed + manuscript. + </p> + <p> + In the afternoon, Berkeley called to see whether Ernest had followed his + suggestion, and was agreeably surprised to find a whole article already + finished. He glanced through the neatly written pages, and was still more + pleased to discover that Ernest, with an unsuspected outburst of + practicality and practicability, had really hit upon a possible subject. + ‘This may do, Ernest,’ he said with a sigh of relief. ‘I + dare say it will. I know Lancaster wants leader writers, and I think this + is quite good enough to serve his turn. I’ve spoken to him about + you: come round with me now—he’ll be at the office by four o’clock—and + we’ll see what we can do for you. It’s absolutely useless + sending anything to the editor of a daily paper without an introduction. + You might write with the pen of the angel Gabriel, or turn out leaders + which were a judicious mean between Gladstone, Burke, and Herbert Spencer, + and it would profit you nothing, for the simple reason that he hasn’t + got the time to read them. He would toss Junius and Montesquieu into the + waste paper basket, and accept copy on the shocking murder in the Borough + Road from one of his regular contributors instead. He can’t help + himself: and what you must do, Ernest, is to become one of the regular + ring, and combine to keep Junius and Montesquieu permanently outside.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The struggle for existence gives no quarter,’ Ernest said sadly + with half a sigh. + </p> + <p> + ‘And takes none,’ Berkeley answered quickly. ‘So for your wife’s + sake you must try your best to fight your way through it on your own + account, for yourself and your family.’ + </p> + <p> + The editor of the ‘Morning Intelligence,’ Mr. Hugh Lancaster, + was a short, thick-set, hard-headed sort of man, with a kindly twinkle in + his keen grey eyes, and a harassed smile playing continually around the + corners of his firm and dose mouth. He looked as though he was naturally a + good-humoured benevolent person, overdriven at the journalistic mill till + half the life was worn out of him, leaving the benevolence as a wearied + remnant, without energy enough to express itself in any other fashion than + by the perpetual harassed smile. He saw Arthur Berkeley and Ernest Le + Breton at once in his own sanctum, and took the manuscript from their + hands with a languid air of perfect resignation. ‘This is the friend + you spoke of, is it, Berkeley?’ he said in a wearied way. ‘Well, + well, we’ll see what we can do for him.’ At the same time he + rang a tiny hand-bell. A boy, rather the worse for printer’s ink, + appeared at the summons. Mr. Lancaster handed him Ernest’s careful + manuscript unopened, with the laconic order, ‘Press. Proof + immediately.’ The boy took it without a word. ‘I’m very + busy now,’ Mr. Lancaster went on in the same wearied dispirited + manner: ‘come again in thirty-five minutes. Jones, show these + gentlemen into a room somewhere.’ And the editor fell back forthwith + into his easy-chair and his original attitude of listless indifference. + Berkeley and Ernest followed the boy into a bare back room, furnished only + with a deal table and two chairs, and there anxiously awaited the result + of the editor’s critical examination. + </p> + <p> + ‘Don’t be afraid of Lancaster, Ernest,’ Arthur said kindly. + ‘His manner’s awfully cold, I know, but he means well, and I + really believe he’d go out of his way, rather than not, to do a + kindness for anybody he thought actually in want of occupation. With most + men, that’s an excellent reason for not employing you: with + Lancaster I do truly think it’s a genuine recommendation.’ + </p> + <p> + At the end of thirty-five minutes the grimy-faced office-boy returned with + a friendly nod. ‘Editor’ll see you,’ he said, with the + Spartan brevity of the journalistic world—nobody connected with + newspapers ever writes or speaks a single word unnecessarily, if he isn’t + going to be paid for it at so much per thousand—and Ernest followed + him, trembling from head to foot, into Mr. Lancaster’s private + study. + </p> + <p> + The great editor took up the steaming hot proof that had just been brought + him, and glanced down it carelessly with a rapid scrutiny. Then he turned + to Ernest, and said in a dreamy fashion, ‘This will do. We’ll + print this to-morrow. You may send us a middle very occasionally. Come + here at four o’clock, when a subject suggests itself to you, and + speak to me about it. My time’s very fully occupied. Good morning, + Mr. Le Breton. Berkeley, stop a minute, I want to talk with you.’ + </p> + <p> + It was all done in a moment, and almost before Ernest knew what had + happened he was out in the street again, with tears filling his eyes, and + joy his heart, for here at last was bread, bread, bread, for Edie and the + baby! He ran without stopping all the way back to Holloway, rushed + headlong into the house and fell into Edie’s arms, calling out + wildly, ‘He’s taken it! He’s taken it!’ Edie + kissed him half-a-dozen times over, and answered bravely, ‘I knew he + would, Ernest. It was such a splendid article.’ And yet thousands of + readers of the ‘Morning Intelligence’ next day skimmed lightly + over the leader on organ-boys in their ordinary casual fashion, without + even thinking what hopes and fears and doubts and terrors had gone to the + making of that very commonplace bit of newspaper rhetoric. For if the + truth must be told, Edie’s first admiring criticism was perfectly + correct, and Ernest Le Breton’s leader was just for all the world + exactly the same as anybody else’s. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Arthur Berkeley had stayed behind as requested in Mr. Lancaster’s + study, and waited to hear what Mr. Lancaster had to say to him. The editor + looked up at him wearily from his chair, passed his bread hand slowly + across his bewildered forehead, and then said the one word, ‘Poor?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nothing on earth to do,’ Berkeley answered. + </p> + <p> + ‘He might make a journalist, perhaps,’ the editor said, sleepily. + ‘This social’s up to the average. At any rate, I’ll do my very + best for him. But he can’t live upon socials. We have too many + social men already. What can he do? That’s the question. It won’t + do to say he can write pretty nearly as well about anything that turns up + as any other man in England can do. I can get a hundred young fellows in + the Temple to do that, any day. The real question’s this: is there + anything he can write about a great deal better than all the other men in + all England put together?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, there is,’ Berkeley answered with commendable promptitude, + undismayed by Mr. Lancaster’s excessive requirements. ‘He + knows more about communists, socialists, and political exiles generally, + than anybody else in the whole of London.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Good,’ the editor answered, brightening up, and speaking for a + moment a little less languidly. ‘That’s good. There’s + this man Schurz, now, the German agitator. He’s going to be tried + soon for a seditious libel it seems, and he’ll be sent to prison, + naturally. Now, does your friend know anything at all of this fellow?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘He knows him personally and intimately,’ Berkeley replied, + delighted to find that the card which had proved so bad a one at Pilbury + Regis was turning up trumps in the more Bohemian neighbourhood of the + Temple and Fleet Street. ‘He can give you any information you want + about Schurz or any of the rest of those people. He has associated with + them all familiarly for the last six or seven years.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then he takes an interest in politics,’ said Mr. Lancaster, almost + waking up now. ‘That’s good again. It’s so very + difficult to find young men nowadays, able to write, who take a genuine + interest in politics. They all go off after literature and science and + aesthetics, and other dry uninteresting subjects. Now, what does your + average intelligent daily paper reader care, I should like to know, about + literature and science and aesthetics and so forth? Well, he’ll do, + I’ve very little doubt: at any rate, I’ll give him a trial. + Perhaps he might be able to undertake this Great Widgerly disenfranchising + case. Stop! he’s poor, isn’t he? I daresay he’d just as + soon not wait for his money for this social. In the ordinary course, he + wouldn’t get paid till the end of the quarter; but I’ll give + you a cheque to take back to him now; perhaps he wants it. Poor fellow, + poor fellow! he really looks very delicate. Depend upon it, Berkeley, I’ll + do anything on earth for him, if only he’ll write tolerably.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re awfully good,’ Arthur said, taking the proffered + cheque gratefully. ‘I’m sure the money will be of great use to + him: and it’s very kind indeed of you to have thought of it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not at all, not at all,'the editor answered, collapsing dreamily. ‘Good + morning, good morning.’ + </p> + <p> + At Mrs. Halliss’s lodgings in Holloway, Edie was just saying to + Ernest over their simple tea, ‘I wonder what they’ll give you + for it, Ernest.’ And Ernest had just answered, big with hope, + ‘Well, I should think it would be quite ten shillings, but I shouldn’t + be surprised, Edie, if it was as much as a pound;’ when the door + opened, and in walked Arthur Berkeley, with a cheque in his hand, which he + laid by Edie’s teacup. Edie took it up and gave a little cry of + delight and astonishment. Ernest caught it from her hand in his eagerness, + and gazed upon it with dazed and swimming vision. Did he read the words + aright, and could it be really, ‘Pay E. Le Breton, Esq., or order, + three guineas’? Three guineas! Three guineas! Three real actual + positive gold and silver guineas! It was almost too much for either of + them to believe, and all for a single morning’s light labour! What a + perfect Eldorado of wealth and happiness seemed now to be opening out + unexpectedly before them! + </p> + <p> + So much Arthur Berkeley, his own eyes glistening too with a sympathetic + moisture, saw and heard before he went away in a happier mood and left + them to their own domestic congratulations. But he did not see or know the + reaction that came in the dead of night, after all that day’s + unwonted excitement, to poor, sickening, weary, over-burdened Ernest. Even + Edie never knew it all, for Ernest was careful to hide it as much as + possible from her knowledge. But he knew himself, though he would not even + light the candle to see it, that he had got those three glorious guineas—the + guineas they had so delighted in—with something more than a morning’s + labour. He had had to pay for them, not figuratively but literally, with + some of his very life-blood. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. — HARD PRESSED. + </h2> + <p> + A week or two later, while ‘The Primate of Fiji’ was still + running vigorously at the Ambiguities Theatre, Arthur Berkeley’s + second opera, ‘The Duke of Bermondsey; or, the Bold Buccaneers of + the Isle of Dogs,’ was brought out with vast success and immense + exultation at the Marlborough. There is always a strong tendency to + criticise a little severely the second work of a successful beginner: + people like to assume a knowing air, and to murmur self-complacently that + they felt sure from the beginning he couldn’t keep up permanently to + his first level. But in spite of that natural tendency of the unregenerate + human mind, and in spite, too, of a marked political bias on the author’s + part, ‘The Duke of Bermondsey’ took the town by storm almost + as completely as ‘The Primate of Fiji’ had done before it. + Everybody said that though the principles of the piece were really quite + atrocious, when one came to think of them seriously, yet the music and the + dialogue were crisp and brisk enough to float any amount of social or + economical heresy that that clever young man, Mr. Arthur Berkeley, might + choose to put into one of his amusing and original operas. + </p> + <p> + The social and economical heresies, of course, were partly due to Ernest + Le Breton’s insidious influence. At the same time that Berkeley was + engaged in partially converting Ernest, Ernest was engaged in the counter + process of partially converting Berkeley. To say the truth, the conversion + was not a very difficult matter to effect; the neophyte had in him + implicitly already the chief saving doctrines of the socialistic faith, + or, if one must put it conversely, the germs of the disease were + constitutionally implanted in his system, and only needed a little + external encouragement to bring the poison out fully in the most virulent + form of the complaint. The great point of ‘The Duke of Bermondsey’ + consisted in the ridiculous contrast it exhibited between the wealth, + dignity, and self-importance of the duke himself, and the squalid, + miserable, shrinking poverty of the East-end purlieus from which he drew + his enormous revenues. Ernest knew a little about the East-end from + practical experience; he had gone there often with Ronald, on his rounds + of mercy, and had seen with his own eyes those dens of misery which most + people have only heard or read about. It was Ernest who had suggested this + light satirical treatment of the great social problem, whose more serious + side he himself had learnt to look at in Max Schurz’s revolutionary + salon; and it was to Ernest that Arthur Berkeley owed the first hint of + that famous scene where the young Countess of Coalbrookdale converses + familiarly on the natural beauties of healthful labour with the chorus of + intelligent colliery hands, in the most realistic of grimy costumes, from + her father’s estates in Staffordshire. The stalls hardly knew + whether to laugh or frown when the intelligent colliers respectfully + invited the countess, in her best Ascot flounces and furbelows, to enjoy + the lauded delights of healthful mine labour in propriâ personâ: but they + quite recovered their good humour when the band of theatrical buccaneers, + got up by the duke in Spanish costumes, with intent to deceive his lawless + tenants in the East-end, came unexpectedly face to face with the genuine + buccaneers of the Isle of Dogs, clothed in real costermonger caps and + second-hand pilot-jackets of the marine-storedealers’ fashionable + pattern. It was all only the ridiculous incongruity of our actual society + represented in the very faintest shades of caricature upon the stage; but + it made the incongruities more incongruous still to see them crowded + together so closely in a single concentrated tableau. Unthinking people + laughed uproariously at the fun and nonsense of the piece; thinking people + laughed too, but not without an uncomfortable side twinge of conscientious + remorse at the pity of it all. Some wise heads even observed with a shrug + that when this sort of thing was applauded upon the stage, the fine old + institutions of England were getting into dangerous contact with these + pernicious continental socialistic theories. And no doubt those good + people were really wise in their generation. ‘When Figaro came,’ + Arthur Berkeley said himself to Ernest, ‘the French revolution wasn’t + many paces behind on the track of the ages.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Better even than the Primate, Mr. Berkeley,’ said Hilda Tregellis, + as she met him in a London drawing-room a few days later. ‘What a + delightful scene, that of the Countess of Coalbrookdale! You’re + doing real good, I do believe, by making people think about these things + more seriously, you know. As poor dear Mr. Le Breton would have said, you’ve + got an ethical purpose—isn’t that the word?—underlying + even your comic operas. By the way, do you ever see the Le Bretons now? + Poor souls, I hear they’re doing very badly. The elder brother, + Herbert Le Breton—horrid wretch!—he’s here to-night; + going to marry that pretty Miss Faucit, they say; daughter of old Mr. + Faucit, the candle-maker—no, not candles, soap I think it is—but + it doesn’t matter twopence nowadays, does it? Well, as I was saying, + you’re doing a great deal of good with characters like this Countess + of Coalbrookdale. We want more mixture of classes, don’t we? more + free intercourse between them; more familiarity of every sort. For my + part, now, I should really very much like to know more of the inner life + of the working classes.’ ‘If only he’d ask me to go to lunch,’ + she thought, ‘with his dear old father, the superannuated shoemaker! + so very romantic, really!’ + </p> + <p> + But Arthur only smiled a sphinx-like smile, and answered lightly, ‘You + would probably object to their treatment of you as much as the countess + objected to the uupleasant griminess of the too-realistic coal galleries. + Suppose you were to fall into the hands of a logical old radical workman, + for example, who tore you to pieces, mentally speaking, with a shake or + two of his big teeth, and calmly informed you that in his opinion you were + nothing more than a very empty-headed, pretentious, ignorant young woman—perhaps + even, after the plain-spoken vocabulary of hie kind, a regular downright + minx and hussey?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Charming,’ Lady Hilda answered, with perfect candour; ‘so + very different from the senseless adulation of all the Hughs, and Guys, + and Berties! What I do love in talking to clever men, Mr. Berkeley, is + their delicious frankness and transparency. If they think one a fool, they + tell one so plainly, or at least they let one see it without any reserve. + Now that, you know, is really such a very delightful trait in clever + people’s characters!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t know how you can have had the opportunity of judging, Lady + Hilda,’ Arthur answered, looking at her handsome open face with a + momentary glance of passing admiration—Hilda Tregellis was improving + visibly as she matured—‘for no one can possibly ever have + thought anything of the sort with you, I’m certain: and that I can + say quite candidly, without the slightest tinge of flattery or adulation.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What! YOU don’t think me a fool, Mr. Berkeley,’ cried Lady + Hilda, delighted even with that very negative bit of favourable + appreciation. ‘Now, that I call a real compliment, I assure you, because I + know you clever people pitch your standard of intelligence so very, very + high! You consider everybody fools, I’m sure, except the few people + who are almost as clever as you yourselves are. However, to return to the + countess: I do think there ought to be more mixture of classes in England, + and somebody told me’—this was a violent effort to be literary + on Hilda’s part, by way of rising to the height of the occasion—‘somebody + told me that Mr. Matthew Arnold, who’s so dreadfully satirical, and + cultivated, and so forth, thinks exactly the same thing, you know. Why + shouldn’t the Countess of Coalbrookdale have really married the + foreman of the colliers? I daresay she’d have been a great deal + happier with a kind-hearted sensible man like him than with that + lumbering, hunting, pheasant-shooting, horse-racing lout of a Lord + Coalbrookdale, who would go to Norway on a fishing tour without her—now + wouldn’t she?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very probably,’ Berkeley answered: ‘but in these matters we + don’t regard happiness only,—that, you see, would be mere + base, vulgar, commonplace utilitarianism:—we regard much more that + grand impersonal overruling entity, that unseen code of social morals, + which we commonly call the CONVENANCES. Proper people don’t take + happiness into consideration at all, comparatively: they act religiously + after the fashion that the CONVENANCES impose upon them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, but why, Mr. Berkeley,’ Lady Hilda said, vehemently, ‘why + should the whole world always take it for granted that because a girl + happens to be born the daughter of people whose name’s in the + peerage, she must necessarily be the slave of the proprieties, devoid of + all higher or better instincts? Why should they take it for granted that + she’s destitute of any appreciation for any kind of greatness except + the kind that’s represented by a million and a quarter in the three + per cents., or a great-great-grandfather who fought at the battle of + Naseby? Why mayn’t she have a spark of originality? Why mayn’t + she be as much attracted by literature, by science, by art, by... by... by + beautiful music, as, say, the daughter of a lawyer, a doctor, or, or, or a + country shopkeeper? What I want to know is just this, Mr. Berkeley: if + people don’t believe in distinctions of birth, why on earth should + they suppose that Lady Mary, or Lady Betty, or Lady Winifred, must + necessarily be more banale and vulgar-minded, and common-place than plain + Miss Jones, or Miss Brown, or Miss Robinson? You admit that these other + girls may possibly care for higher subjects: then why on earth shouldn’t + we, can you tell me?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Certainly,’ Arthur Berkeley answered, looking down into Lady Hilda’s + beautiful eyes after a dreamy fashion, ‘certainly there’s no + inherent reason why one person shouldn’t have just as high tastes by + nature as another. Everything depends, I suppose, upon inherited + qualities, variously mixed, and afterwards modified by society and + education.—It’s very hot here, to-night, Lady Hilda, isn’t + it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very,’ Lady Hilda echoed, taking his arm as she spoke. ‘Shall + we go into the conservatory?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I was just going to propose it myself,’ Berkeley said, with a faint + tremor thrilling in his voice. She was a very beautiful woman, certainly, + and her unfeigned appreciation of his plays and his music was undeniably + very flattering to him. + </p> + <p> + ‘Unless I bring him fairly to book this evening,’ Hilda thought to + herself as she swept with him gracefully into the conservatory, ‘I + shall have to fall back upon the red-haired hurlyburlying Scotch + professor, after all—if I don’t want to end by getting into + the clutches of one of those horrid Monties or Algies!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. — IRRECLAIMABLE. + </h2> + <p> + The occasional social articles for the ‘Morning Intelligence’ + supplied Ernest with work enough for the time being to occupy part of his + leisure, and income enough to keep the ship floating somehow, if not + securely, at least in decent fair-weather fashion. His frequent trips with + Ronald into the East-end gave him something comparatively fresh to write + about, and though he was compelled to conceal his own sentiments upon many + points, in order to conform to that impersonal conscience, ‘the + policy of the paper,’ he was still able to deal with subjects that + really interested him, and in which he fancied he might actually be doing + a little good. A few days after he had taken seriously to the new + occupation, good Mrs. Halliss made her appearance in the tiny sitting-room + one morning, and with many apologies and much humming and hawing ventured + to make a slight personal representation to wondering little Edie. + </p> + <p> + ‘If you please, mum,’ she said nervously, fumbling all the while + with the corner of the table cloth she was folding on the breakfast-table, + ‘if I might make so bold, mum, without offence, I should like to say as me + an’ John ‘as been talkin’ it hover, an’ we think + now as your good gentleman ‘as so much writin’ to do, at + ‘is littery work, mum, as I may make bold to call it, perhaps you + wouldn’t mind, so as not to disturb ‘im with the blessed baby—not + as that dear child couldn’t never disturb nobody, bless ‘er + dear ‘eart, the darling, not even when she’s cryin’, she’s + that sweet and gentle,—but we thought, mum, as littery gentlemen + likes to ‘ave the coast clear, in the manner of speakin’, and + perhaps you wouldn’t mind bein’ so good as to use the little + front room upstairs, mum, for a sort o’ nursery, as I may call it, + for the dear baby. It was our bedroom, that was, where John an’ me + used to sleep; but we’ve been an’ putt our things into the + front hattic, mum, as is very nice and comfortable in every way, so as to + make room for the dear baby. An’ if you won’t take it as a + liberty, mum, me an’ John ‘ud be more’n glad if you’d + kindly make use of that there room for a sort of occasional nursery for + the dear baby.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie bit her lip hard in her momentary confusion. ‘Oh, dear, Mrs. + Halliss,’ she said, almost crying at the kindly meant offer, ‘I’m + afraid we can’t afford to have THREE rooms all for ourselves as + things go at present. How much do you propose to charge us for the + additional nursery?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Charge you for it, mum,’ Mrs. Halliss echoed, almost indignantly; + ‘charge our lodgers for any little hextry accommodation like the small + front room upstairs, mum—now, don’t you go and say that to + John, mum, I beg of you; for ‘is temper’s rather short at + times, mum, thro’ boin’ asmatic and the rheumatiz, though you + wouldn’t think it to look at ‘im, that you wouldn’t; an’ + I’m reely afraid, mum, he might get angry if anybody was to holler + ‘im anythink for a little bit of hextry accommodation like that + there. Lord bless your dear ‘eart, mum, don’t you say nothink + more about that, I beg of you; for if John was to ‘ear of it, he’d + go off in a downright tearin’ tantrum at the bare notion. An’ + about dinner, mum, you’ll ‘ave the cold mutton an’ potatoes, + and a bit of biled beetroot; and I’ll just run round to the + greengrocer’s this moment to order it for early dinner.’ And + before Edie had time to thank her, the good woman was out of tha room + again, and down in the kitchen at her daily preparations, with tears + trickling slowly down both her hard red cheeks in her own motherly + fashion. + </p> + <p> + So from that time forth, Ernest had the small sitting-room entirely to + himself, whenever he was engaged in his literary labours, while Edie and + Dot turned the front bedroom on the first floor into a neat and commodious + nursery. As other work did not turn up so rapidly as might have been + expected, and as Ernest grew tired after a while of writing magazine + articles on ‘The Great Social Problem,’ which were invariably + ‘declined with thanks’ so promptly as to lead to a + well-founded suspicion that they had never even been opened by the editor, + he determined to employ his spare time in the production of an important + economical volume, a treatise on the ultimate ethics of a labouring + community, to be entitled ‘The Final Rule of Social Right Living.’ + This valuable economical work he continued to toil at for many months in + the intervals of his other occupations; and when at last it was duly + completed, he read it over at full length to dear little Edie, who + considered it one of the most profoundly logical and convincing political + treatises ever written. The various leading firms, however, to whom it was + afterwards submitted with a view to publication, would appear, oddly + enough, to have doubted its complete suitability to the tastes and demands + of the reading public in the present century; for they invariably replied + to Ernest’s inquiries that they would be happy to undertake its + production for the trilling sum of one hundred guineas, payable in + advance; but that they did not see their way to accepting the risk and + responsibility of floating so speculative a volume on their own account. + In the end, the unhappy manuscript, after many refusals, was converted + into cock-boats, hats, and paper dollies for little Dot; and its various + intermediate reverses need enter no further into the main thread of this + history. It kept Ernest busy in the spare hours of several months, and + prevented him from thinking too much of his own immediate prospects, in + his dreams for the golden future of humanity; and insomuch it did actually + subserve some indirectly useful function; but on the other hand it wasted + a considerable quantity of valuable tenpenny foolscap, and provided him + after all with one more severe disappointment, to put on top of all the + others to which he was just then being subjected. Clearly, the reading + public took no paying interest in political economy; or if they did, then + the article practically affected by the eternal laws of supply and demand + was at least not the one meted out to them from the enthusiastic Schurzian + pen of Ernest Le Breton. + </p> + <p> + One afternoon, not long after Ernest and Edie had taken rooms at Mrs. + Halliss’s, they were somewhat surprised at receiving the honour of a + casual visit from a very unexpected and unusual quarter. Ronald was with + them, talking earnestly over the prospects of the situation, when a knock + came at the door, and to their great astonishment the knock was quickly + followed by the entrance of Herbert. He had never been there before, and + Ernest felt sure he had come now for some very definite and sufficient + purpose. And so he had indeed: it was a strange one for him; but Herbert + Le Breton was actually bound upon a mission of charity. We have all of us + our feelings, no doubt, and Herbert Le Breton, too, in his own fashion, + had his. Ernest was after all a good fellow enough at bottom, and his own + brother: (a man can’t for very rospectability’s sake let his + own brother go utterly to the dogs if he can possibly help it); and so + Herbert had made up his mind, much against his natural inclination, to + warn Ernest of the danger he incurred in having anything more to do or say + with this insane, disreputable old Schurz fellow. For his own part, he + hated giving advice; people never took it; and that was a deadly offence + against his amour propre and a gross insult to his personal dignity; but + still, in this case, for Ernest’s sake, he determined after an + inward struggle to swallow his own private scruples, and make an effort to + check his brother on the edge of the abyss. Not that he would come to the + point at once; Herbert was a careful diplomatic agent, and he didn’t + spoil his hand by displaying all his cards too openly at the outset; he + would begin upon comparatively indifferent subjects, and lead round the + conversation gradually to the perils and errors of pure Schurzianism. So + he set out by admiring his niece’s fat arms—a remarkable + stretch of kindliness on Herbert’s part, for of course other people’s + babies are well known to be really the most uninteresting objects in the + whole animate universe—and then he passed on by natural transitions + to Ernest’s housekeeping arrangements, and to the prospects of + journalism as a trade, and finally to the necessity for a journalist to + consult the tastes of his reading public. ‘And by the way, Ernest,’ + he said quietly at last, ‘of course after this row at Pilbury, you’ll + drop the acquaintance of your very problematical German socialist.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie started in surprise. ‘What? Herr Schurz?’ she said + eagerly. ‘Dear simple, kindly old Herr Schurz! Oh no, Herbert, that I’m + sure he won’t; Ernest will never drop HIS acquaintance, whatever + happens.’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert coughed drily. ‘Then there are two of them for me to contend + against,’ he said to himself with an inward smile. ‘I should + really hardly have expected that, now. One would have said a priori that + the sound common-sense and practical regard for the dominant feelings of + society, which is so justly strong in most women, would have kept HER at + any rate—with her own social disabilities, too—from aiding and + abetting her husband in such a piece of egregious folly’—‘I’m + sorry to hear it, Mrs. Le Breton,’ he went on aloud,—he never + called her by her Christian name, and Edie was somehow rather pleased that + he didn’t: ‘for you know Herr Schurz is far from being a + desirable acquaintance. Quite apart from his own personal worth, of course—which + is a question that I for my part am not called upon to decide—he’s + a snare and a stumbling-block in the eyes of society, and very likely + indeed to injure Ernest’s future prospects, as he has certainly + injured his career in the past. You know he’s going to be tried in a + few weeks for a seditious libel and for inciting to murder the Emperor of + Russia. Now, you will yourself admit, Mrs. Le Breton, that it’s an + awkward thing to be mixed up with people who are tried on a criminal + charge for inciting to murder. Of course, we all allow that the Czar’s + a very despotic and autocratic sovereign, that his existence is an + anomaly, and that the desire to blow him up is a very natural desire for + every intelligent Russian to harbour privately in the solitude of his own + bosom. If we were Russians ourselves, no doubt we’d try to blow him + up too, if we could conveniently do so without detection. So much, every + rational Englishman, who isn’t blinded by prejudice or frightened by + the mere sound of words, must at once frankly acknowledge. But + unfortunately, you see, the mass of Englishmen ARE blinded by prejudice, + and ARE frightened by the mere sound of words. To them, blowing up a Czar + is murder (though of course blowing up any number of our own black people + isn’t); and inciting to blow up the Czar, or doing what seems to + most Englishmen equivalent to such incitement, as for example, saying in + print that the Czar’s government isn’t quite ideally perfect + and ought gradually and tentatively to be abolished—why, that, I + say, is a criminal offence, and is naturally punishable by a term of + imprisonment. Now, is it worth while to mix oneself up with people like + that, Ernest, when you can just as easily do without having anything on + earth to say to them?’ + </p> + <p> + Edie’s face burnt scarlet as she listened, but Ernest only answered + more quietly—he never allowed anything that Herbert said to disturb + his equanimity—‘We don’t think alike upon this subject, + you know, Herbert; and I’m afraid the disagreement is fundamental. + It doesn’t matter so much to us what the world thinks as what is + abstractly right; and Edie would prefer to cling to Herr Schurz, through + good report and evil report, rather than to be applauded by your mass of + Englishmen for having nothing to do with inciting to murder. We know that + Herr Max never did anything of the kind; that he is the gentlest and best + of men; and that in Russian affairs he has always been on the side of the + more merciful methods, as against those who would have meted out to the + Czar the harsher measure of pure justice.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well,’ Herbert answered bravely, with a virtuous determination not + to be angry at this open insult to his own opinion, but to persevere in + his friendly efforts for his brother’s sake, ‘we won’t + take Herr Max into consideration at all, but will look merely at the + general question. The fact is, Ernest, you’ve chosen the wrong side. + The environment is too strong for you; and if you set yourself up against + it, it’ll crush you between the upper and the nether mill-stone. It + isn’t your business to reform the world; it’s your business to + live in it; and if you go on as you’re doing now, it strikes me that + you’ll fail at the outset in that very necessary first particular.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘If I fail,’ Ernest answered with a heavy heart, ‘I can only + die once; and after all every man can do no more than till to the best of + his ability the niche in nature that he finds already cut out for him by + circumstances.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘My dear Ernest,’ Herbert continued quietly, twisting himself a + cigarette with placid deliberateness, as a preliminary to his departure; + ‘your great mistake in life is that you WILL persist in considering + the universe as a cosmos. Now the fact is, it isn’t a cosmos; it’s + a chaos, and a very poor one at that.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes,’ Ernest answered gravely; ‘nobody recognises that + fact more absolutely than I do; but surely it’s the duty of man to + try as far as in him lies to cosmise his own particular little corner of + it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘In the abstract, certainly: as a race, most distinctly so; but as + individuals, why, the thing’s clearly impossible. There was one man + who once tried to do it, and his name was Don Quixote.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There was another, I always thought,’ Ernest replied more solemnly, + ‘and after his name we’ve all been taught as children to call + ourselves Christians. At bottom, my ideal is only the Christian ideal.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But, my dear fellow, don’t you see that the survival of the fittest + must succeed in elbowing your ideal, for the present at least, out of + existence? Look here, Ernest, you’re going the wrong way to work + altogether for your own happiness and comfort. It doesn’t matter to + me, of course; you can do as you like with yourself, and I oughtn’t + to interfere with you; but I do it because I’m your brother, and + because I take a certain amount of interest in you accordingly. Now, I + quite grant with you that the world’s in a very unjust social + condition at present. I’m not a fool, and I can’t help seeing + that wealth is very badly distributed, and that happiness is very + unequally meted. But I don’t feel called upon to make myself the + martyr of the cause of readjustment for all that. If I were a working man, + I should take up the side that you’re taking up now; I should have + everything to gain, and nothing to lose by it. But your mistake is just + this, that when you might identify your own interests with the side of the + “haves,” as I do, you go out of your way to identify them with + the side of the “have-nots,” out of pure idealistic Utopian + philanthropy. You belong by birth to the small and intrinsically weak + minority of persons specially gifted by nature and by fortune; and why do + you lay yourself out with all your might to hound on the mass of your + inferiors till they trample down and destroy whatever gives any special + importance, interest, or value to intellectual superiority, vigour of + character, political knowledge, or even wealth? I can understand that the + others should wish to do this; I can understand that they will inevitably + do it in the long run; but why on earth do you, of all men, want to help + them in pulling down a platform on which you yourself might, if you chose, + stand well above their heads and shoulders?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Because I feel the platform’s an unjust one,’ Ernest + answered, warmly. + </p> + <p> + ‘An excellent answer for them,’ Herbert chimed in, in his coldest + and calmest tone, ‘but a very insufficient one for you. The + injustice, if any, tells all in your own favour. As long as the mob doesn’t + rise up and tear the platform down (as it will one day), why on earth + should you be more anxious about it than they are?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Because, Herbert, if there must be injustice, I would rather suffer it + than do it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, go your own way,’ Herbert answered, with a calm smile of + superior wisdom; ‘go your own way and let it land you where it will. + For my part, I back the environment. But it’s no business of mine; I + have done my best to warn you. Liberavi animam meam. You won’t take + my advice, and I must leave you to your own devices.’ And with just + a touch of the hand to Edie, and a careless nod to his two brothers, he + sauntered out of the room without another word. ‘As usual,’ he + thought to himself as he walked down the stairs, ‘I go out of my way to + give good advice to a fellow-creature, and I get only the black + ingratitude of a snubbing in return. This is really almost enough to make + even me turn utterly and completely selfish!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I wonder, Ernest,’ said Ronald, looking up as Herbert shut the door + gently behind him, ‘how you and I ever came to have such a brother + as Herbert!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I think it’s easy enough to understand, Ronald, on plain hereditary + principles.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald sighed. ‘I see what you mean,’ he said; ‘it’s + poor mother’s strain—the Whitaker strain—coming out in + him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I often fancy, Ronald, I can see the same two strains in varying + intensity, running through all three of us alike. In Herbert the Whitaker + strain is uppermost, and the Le Breton comparatively in abeyance; in me, + they’re both more or less blended; in you, the Le Breton strain + comes out almost unadulterated. Yet even Herbert has more of a Le Breton + in him than one might imagine, for he’s with us intellectually; it’s + the emotional side only that’s wanting to him. Even when members of + a family are externally very much unlike one another in the mere surface + features of their characters, I believe you can generally see the family + likeness underlying it for all that.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Only you must know how to analyse the character to see it,’ said + Edie. ‘I don’t think it ever struck me before that there was + anything in common between you and Herbert, Ernest, and yet now you point + it out I believe there really is something after all. I’m sorry you + told me, for I can’t bear to think that you’re like Herbert.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, no,’ Ronald put in hastily; ‘it isn’t Ernest who + has something in him like Herbert; it’s Herbert who has something in + him like Ernest. There’s a great deal of difference between the one + thing and the other. Besides, he hasn’t got enough of it, Edie, and + Ernest has.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. — RONALD COMES OF AGE. + </h2> + <p> + ‘Strange,’ Ronald Le Breton thought to himself, as he walked along + the Embankment between Westminster and Waterloo, some weeks later—the + day of Herr Max’s trial,—‘I had a sort of impulse to + come down here alone this afternoon: I felt as if there was an unseen Hand + somehow impelling me. Depend upon it, one doesn’t have instincts of + that sort utterly for nothing. The Finger that guides us guides us always + aright for its own wise and unfathomable purposes. What a blessing and a + comfort it is to feel that one’s steps are continually directed from + above, and that even an afternoon stroll through the great dreary town is + appointed to us for some fit and sufficient reason! Look at that poor girl + over there now, at the edge of the Embankment! I wonder what on earth she + can have come here for. Why...how pale and excited she looks. What’s + she going so near the edge for? Gracious heavens! it can’t + be...yes...it is... no, no, but still it must be...that’s what the + Finger was guiding me here for this afternoon. There’s no denying + it. The poor creature’s tempted to destroy herself. My instinct + tells me so at once, and it never tells me wrong. Oh, Inscrutable Wisdom, + help me, help me: give me light to act rightly! I must go up this very + moment and speak to her!’ + </p> + <p> + The girl was walking moodily along the edge of the bank, and looking in a + dreamy fashion over the parapet into the sullen fast-flowing brown water + below. An eye less keen than Ronald’s might have seen in a moment, + from her harassed weary face and her quick glance to right and left after + the disappearing policeman, that she was turning over in her own mind + something more desperate than any common everyday venture. Ronald stepped + up to her hastily, and, firm in his conviction that the Finger was guiding + him aright, spoke out at once with boldness on the mere strength of his + rapid instinctive conjecture. + </p> + <p> + ‘Stop, stop,’ he said, laying his hand gently on her shoulder: + ‘not for a moment, I beg of you, not for a moment. Not till you’ve + at least told me what is your trouble.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah turned round sharply and looked up in his face with a vague feeling + of indefinable wonder. ‘What do you mean?’ she asked, in a + husky voice. ‘Don’t do what? How do you know I was going to do + anything?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You were going to throw yourself into the river,'Ronald answered + confidently; ‘or at least you were debating about it in your own + soul. I know you were, because a sure Guide tells me so.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah’s lip curled a little at the sound of that familiar language. + ‘And suppose I was,’ she replied, defiantly, in her reckless + fashion; ‘suppose I was: what’s that to you or anybody, I + should like to know? Are you your brother’s keeper, as your own + Bible puts it? Well, yes, then, perhaps I WAS going to drown myself: and + if I choose, as soon as your back’s turned, I shall go and do it + still; so there; and that’s all I have to say about it.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald turned his face towards her with an expression of the intensest + interest, but before he could put in a single word, Selah interrupted him. + </p> + <p> + ‘I know what you’re going to say,’ she went on, looking up at + him rebelliously. ‘I know what you’re going to say every bit + as well as if you’d said it. You’re one of these city + missionary sort of people, you are; and you’re going to tell me it’s + awfully wicked of me to try and destroy myself, and ain’t I afraid + of a terrible hereafter! Ugh! I hate and detest all that mummery.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald looked down upon her in return with a sort of silent wondering + pity. ‘Awfully wicked,’ he said slowly, ‘awfully wicked! + How meaningless! How incomprehensible! Awfully wicked to be friendless, or + poor, or wretched, or unhappy! Awfully wicked to be driven by despair, or + by heartlessness, to such a pitch of misery or frenzy that you want to + fling yourself wildly into the river, only to be out of it all, anywhere, + in a minute! Why you poor, unhappy girl, how on earth can you possibly + help it?’ + </p> + <p> + There was something in the tone of his earnest voice that melted for a + moment even Selah Briggs’s pride and vehemence. It was very + impertinent of him to try and interfere with her purely personal business, + no doubt, but he seemed to do so in a genuinely kindly rather than in a + fussy interfering spirit. At any rate he didn’t begin by talking to + her that horrid cant about the attempt to commit suicide being so + extremely wicked! If he had done that, Selah would have felt it was not + only an unwarrantable intrusion upon her liberty of action, but a + grotesque insult to her natural intelligence as well. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ve a right to drown myself if I choose,’ she faltered out, + leaning faintly as she spoke against the parapet, ‘and nobody else + has any possible right to hinder or prevent me. If you people make laws + against my rights in that matter, I shall set your laws aside whenever and + wherever it happens to suit my personal convenience.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Exactly so,’ Ronald answered, in the same tone of gentle and + acquiescent persuasion. ‘I quite agree with you. It’s as clear + as daylight that every individual human being has a perfect right to put + an end to his own life whenever it becomes irksome or unpleasant to him; + and nobody else has any right whatever to interfere with him. The + prohibitions that law puts upon our freedom in that respect are only of a + piece with the other absurd restrictions of our existing unchristian + legislation—as opposed to the spirit of the Word as the old rule + that made us bury a suicide at four cross roads with a hideously barbarous + and brutal ceremonial. They’re all mere temporary survivals from a + primitive paganism: the truth shall make us free. But though we mayn’t + rightly interfere, we may surely inquire in a brotherly spirit of + interest, whether it isn’t possible for us to make life less irksome + for those who, unhappily, want to get rid of it. After all, the causes of + our discontent are often quite removable. Tell me, at least, what yours + are, and let me see whether I’m able to do anything towards removing + them.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah hung back a little sullenly. This was a wonderful mixture of tongues + that the strange young man was talking in! When he spoke about the right + and wrong of suicide, ethically considered, it might have been Herbert + Walters himself who was addressing her: when he glided off sideways to the + truth and the Word, it might have been her Primitive Methodist friends at + Hastings, in full meeting assembled. And, by the way, he reminded her + strangely, somehow, of Herbert Walters! What manner of man could he be, + she wondered, and what strange sort of new Gospel was this that he was + preaching to her? + </p> + <p> + ‘How do I know who you are?’ she asked him, carelessly. ‘How + do I know what you want to know my story for? Perhaps you’re only + trying to get something out of me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Trust me,’ Ronald said simply. ‘By faith we live, you know. + Only trust me.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah answered nothing. + </p> + <p> + ‘Come over here to the bench by the garden,’ Ronald went on + earnestly. ‘We can talk there more at our leisure. I don’t like to + see you leaning so close to the parapet. It’s a temptation; I know + it’s a temptation.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah looked at him again inquiringly. She had never before met anybody so + curious, she fancied. ‘Aren’t you afraid of being seen sitting + with me like this,’ she said, ‘on the Embankment benches? Some + of your fine friends might come by and wonder who on earth you had got + here with you.’ And, indeed, Selah’s dress had grown very + shabby and poor-looking during a long and often fruitless search for + casual work or employment in London. + </p> + <p> + But Ronald only surveyed her gently from head to foot with a quiet smile, + and answered softly, ‘Oh, no; there’s no reason on earth why + we shouldn’t sit down and talk together; and even if there were, my + friends all know me far too well by this time to be surprised at anything + I may do, when the Hand guides me. If you will only sit down and tell me + your story, I should like to see whether I could possibly do anything to + help you.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah let him lead her in his gentle half-womanly fashion to the bench, + and sat down beside him mechanically. Still, she made no attempt to begin + her pitiful story. Ronald suspected for a second some special cause for + her embarrassment, and ventured to suggest a possible way out of it. + ‘Perhaps,’ he said timidly, ‘you would rather speak to + some older and more fatherly man about it, or to some kind lady. If so, I + have many good friends in London who would listen to you with as much + interest and attention as I should.’ + </p> + <p> + The old spirit flared up in Selah for a second, as she answered quickly, + ‘No, no, sir, it’s nothing of that sort. I can tell YOU as + well as I can tell anybody. If I’ve been unfortunate, it’s + been through no fault of my own, thank goodness, but only through the + hard-heartedness and unkindness of other people. I’d rather speak to + you than to anyone else, because I feel somehow—why, I don’t + know—as if you had something or other really good in you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I beg your pardon,’ Ronald said hastily, ‘for even suggesting + it but you see, I often have to meet a great many people who’ve been + unhappy through a great many different causes, and that leads one + occasionally for a time into mistaken inferences. Let me hear all your + history, please, and I firmly believe, through the aid that never forsakes + us, I shall be able to do something or other to help you in your + difficulties.’ + </p> + <p> + Thus adjured, Selah began and told her whole unhappy history through, + without pause or break, into Ronald’s quietly sympathetic ear. She + told him quite frankly and fully how she had picked up the acquaintance of + a young Mr. Walters from Oxford at Hastings: how this Mr. Walters had led + her to believe he would marry her: how she had left her home hurriedly, + under the belief that he would be induced to keep his promise: how he had + thrown her over to her own devices: and how she had ever since been trying + to pick up a precarious livelihood for herself in stray ways as a + sempstress, work for which she wag naturally very ill-fitted, and for + which she had no introductions. She slurred over nothing on either side of + the story; and especially she did not forget to describe the full measure + of her troubles and trials from her Methodist friends at Hastings. Ronald + shook his head sympathetically at this stage of the story. ‘Ah, I + know, I know,’ he muttered, half under his breath; ‘nasty + pious people! Very well meaning, very devout, very earnest, one may be + sure of it—but oh! what terrible soul-killing people to live among! + I can understand all about it, for I’ve met them often—Sabbath-keeping + folks; preaching and praying folks; worrying, bothering, fussy-religious + folks: formalists, Pharisees, mint-anise and-cummin Christians: awfully + anxious about your soul, and so forth, and doing their very best to make + you as miserable all the time as a slave at the torture! I don’t + wonder you ran away from them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And I wasn’t really going to drown myself, you know, when you spoke + to me.’ Selah said, quite apologetically. ‘I was only just + looking over into the beautiful brown water, and thinking how delicious it + would be to fling oneself in there, and be carried off down to the sea, + and rolled about for ever into pebbles on the shingle, and there would be + an end of one altogether—oh, how lovely!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very natural,’ Ronald answered calmly. ‘Very natural. Of + course it would. I’ve often thought the same thing myself. Still, + one oughtn’t, if possible, to give way to these impulses: one ought + to do all that’s in one’s power to prevent such a miserable + termination to one’s divinely allotted existence. After all, it is + His will, you see, that we should be happy.’ + </p> + <p> + When Selah had quite finished all her story, Ronald began drawing circles + in the road with the end of his stick, and perpending within himself what + had better be done about it, now that all was told him. ‘No work,’ + he said, half to himself; ‘no money; no food. Why, why, I suppose + you must be hungry.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah nodded assent. + </p> + <p> + ‘Will you allow me to offer you a little lunch?’ he asked, + hesitatingly, with something of Herbert’s stately politeness. Even + in this last extremity, Ronald felt instinctively what was due to Selah + Briggs’s natural sentiments of pride and delicacy. He must speak to + her deferentially as if she were a lady, not give her alms as if she were + a beggar. + </p> + <p> + Then for the first time that day Selah burst suddenly into tears. ‘Oh, + sir,’ she said, sobbing, ‘you are very kind to me.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald waited a moment or two till her eyes were dry, and then took her + across the gardens and into Gatti’s. Any other man might have chosen + some other place of entertainment under the circumstances, but Ronald, in + his perfect simplicity of heart, looked only for the first shop where he + could get Selah the food she needed. He ordered something hot hastily, + and, when it came, though he had had his own lunch already, he played a + little with a knife and fork himself for show’s sake, in order not + to seem as if he were merely looking on while Selah was eating. These + little touches of feeling were not lost upon Selah: she noticed them at + once, and recognised in what Ernest would have called her aboriginal + unregenerate vocabulary that she was dealing with a true gentleman. + </p> + <p> + ‘Walters,’ Ronald said, pausing a second with a bit of chop poised + lightly on the end of his fork; ‘let me see—Walters. I don’t + know any man of that name, myself, but I’ve had two brothers at + Oxford, and perhaps one of them could tell me who he is. Walters—Walters. + You said your own name was Miss Briggs, I think, didn’t you? My name’s + Ronald Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘How curious,’ Selah said, colouring up. ‘I’m sure I + remember Mr. Walters talking more than once to me about his brother + Ronald.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Indeed,’ Ronald answered, without even a passing tinge of + suspicion. That any man should give a false name to other people with + intent to deceive was a thing that would never have entered into his + simple head—far less that his own brother Herbert should be guilty + of such a piece of disgraceful meanness. + </p> + <p> + ‘I think,’ Ronald went on, as soon as Selah had finished her lunch, + ‘you’d better come with me back to my mother’s house for the + present. I suppose, now you’ve talked it over a little, you won’t + think of throwing yourself into the river any more for to-day. You’ll + postpone your intention for the present, won’t you? Adjourn it sine + die till we can see what can be done for you.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah smiled faintly. Even with the slight fresh spring of hope that this + chance rencontre had roused anew within her, it seemed rather absurd and + childish of her to have meditated suicide only an hour ago. Besides, she + had eaten and drunk since then, and the profoundest philosophers have + always frankly admitted that the pessimistic side of human nature is + greatly mitigated after a good dinner. + </p> + <p> + Ronald called a hansom, and drove up rapidly to Epsilon Terrace. When he + got there, he took Selah into the little back breakfast room, regardless + of the proprieties, and began once more to consider the prospects of the + future. + </p> + <p> + ‘Is Lady Le Breton in?’ he asked the servant: and Selah noticed with + surprise and wonder that this strange young man’s mother was + actually ‘a lady of title,’ as she called it to herself in her + curious ordinary language. + </p> + <p> + ‘No, sir,’ the girl answered; ‘she have been gone out about an + hour.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then I must leave you here while I go out and get you lodgings for the + present,’ Ronald said, quietly; ‘you won’t object to my + doing that, of course: you can easily pay me back from your salary as soon + as we succeed in finding you some suitable occupation. Let me see, where + can I put you for the next fortnight? Naturally you wouldn’t like to + live with religious people, would you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I hate them,’ Selah answered vigorously. + </p> + <p> + ‘Of course, of course,’ Ronald went on, as if to himself. ‘Perfectly + natural. She hates them! So should I if I’d been bothered and + worried out of my life by them in the way she has. I hate them myself—that + kind: or, rather, it’s wrong to say that of them, poor creatures, + for they mean well, they really mean well at bottom, in their blundering, + formal, pettifogging way. They think they can take the kingdom of Heaven, + not by storm, but by petty compliances, like servile servants who have to + deal with a capricious, exacting master. Poor souls, they know no better. + They measure the universe by the reflection in their muddy mill-pond. + Nasty pious people is what I always call them; nasty pious people: little + narrow souls, trying hard to be Christians after their lights, and only + attaining, after all, to a sort of second-hand diluted Judaism, a religion + of cup-washing, and phylacteries, and new moons, and sabbaths, and daily + sacrifices. However, that’s neither here nor there. I won’t + hand you over, Miss Briggs, to any of those poor benighted people. No, nor + to any religious people at all. It wouldn’t suit you: you want to be + well out of it. I know the very place for you. There are the Baumanns: + they’d be glad to let a room: Baumann’s a German refugee, and + a friend of Ernest’s: a good man, but a secularist. THEY wouldn’t + bother you with any religion: poor things, they haven’t got any. + Mrs. Baumann’s an excellent woman—educated, too; no objection + at all in any way to the Baumanns. They’re people I like and respect + immensely—every good quality they have; and I’m often grieved + to think such excellent people should be deprived of the comfort and + pleasure of believing. But, then, so’s my dear brother Ernest; and + you know, they’re none the worse for it, apparently, any of them: + indeed, I don’t know that there’s anybody with whom I can talk + more sympathetically on spiritual matters than dear Ernest. Depend upon + it, most of the most spiritually-minded people nowadays are outside all + the churches altogether.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah listened in blank amazement to this singular avowal of heterodox + opinion from an obviously religious person. What Ronald Le Breton could be + she couldn’t imagine; and she thought with an inward smile of the + very different way in which her friends at Hastings would have discussed + the spiritual character of a wicked secularist. + </p> + <p> + Just at that moment a latch-key turned lightly in the street door, and two + sets of footsteps came down the passage to Lady Le Breton’s little + back breakfast-room. One set turned up the staircase, the other halted for + a second at the breakfast-room doorway. Then the door opened gently, and + Herbert Le Breton and Selah Briggs stood face to face again in blank + astonishment. + </p> + <p> + There was a moment’s pause, as Selah rose with burning cheeks from + the chair where she was sitting; and neither spoke a word as they looked + with eyes of mutual suspicion and dislike into each other’s faces. + At last Herbert Le Breton turned with some acerbity to his brother Ronald, + and asked in a voice of affected contempt, ‘Who is this woman?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘This LADY’S name is Miss Briggs,’ Ronald answered, pointedly, + but, of course, quite innocently. + </p> + <p> + ‘I needn’t ask you who this man is,’ Selah said, with bitter + emphasis. ‘It’s Herbert Walters.’ + </p> + <p> + A horrible light burst in upon Ronald instantaneously as she uttered the + name; but he could not believe it; he would not believe it: it was too + terrible, too incredible. ‘No, no,’ he said falteringly, + turning to Selah; ‘you must be mistaken. This is not Mr. Walters. + This is my brother, Herbert Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah gazed into Herbert’s slinking eyes with a concentrated + expression of scorn and disgust. ‘Then he gave me a false name,’ + she said, slowly, fronting him like a tigress. ‘He gave me a false + name, it seems, from the very beginning. All through, the false wretch, + all through, he actually meant to deceive me. He laid his vile scheme for + it beforehand. I never wish to see you again, you miserable cur, Herbert + Le Breton, if that’s your real name at last. I never wish to see you + again: but I’m glad I’ve done it now by accident, if it were + only to inflict upon you the humiliation of knowing that I have measured + the utmost depth of your infamy! You mean, common, false scoundrel, I have + measured to the bottom the depth of your infamy!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, don’t,’ Ronald said imploringly, laying his hand upon her + arm. ‘He deserves it, no doubt; but don’t glory over his + humiliation.’ He had no need to ask whether she spoke the truth; his + brother’s livid and scarlet face was evidence enough against him. + </p> + <p> + Herbert, however, answered nothing. He merely turned angrily to Ronald. + ‘I won’t bandy words,’ he said constrainedly in his + coldest tone, ‘with this infamous woman whom you have brought here + on purpose to insult me; but I must request you to ask her to leave the + house immediately. Your mother’s home is no place to which to bring + people of such a character.’ + </p> + <p> + As he spoke, the door opened again, and Lady Le Breton, attracted by the + sound of angry voices, entered unexpectedly. ‘What does all this + riot mean, Herbert?’ she asked, imperiously. ‘Who on earth is + this young woman that Ronald has brought into my own house, actually + without my permission?’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert whispered a few words quietly into her ear, and then left the room + hurriedly with a stiff and formal bow to his brother Ronald. Lady Le + Breton turned round to the culprit severely. + </p> + <p> + ‘Disgraceful, Ronald!’ she cried in her sternest and most angry + voice; ‘perfectly disgraceful! You aid and abet this wretched + creature—whose object is only to extort money by false pretences out + of your brother Herbert—you aid and abet her in her abominable + stratagems, and you even venture to introduce her clandestinely into my + own breakfast-room. I wonder you’re not ashamed of yourself. What on + earth can you mean by such extraordinary, such unChristian conduct? Go to + your own room this moment, sir, and ask this young woman to leave the + house immediately.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I shall go without being asked,’ Selah said, proudly, her big eyes + flashing defiance haughtily into Lady Le Breton’s. ‘I don’t + know who you all may be, or what this gentleman who brought me here may + have to do with you: but if you are in any way connected with that wretch + Herbert Le Breton, who called himself Herbert Walters for the sake of + deceiving me, I don’t want to have anything further to say to any of + the whole pack of you. Please stand out of my way,’ she went on to + Ronald, ‘and I shall have done with you all together this very + instant. I wish to God I had never seen a single one of you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, no, not just yet, please,’ Ronald put in hastily. ‘You + mustn’t go just yet, I implore you, I beg of you, till I have + explained to my mother, before you, how this all happened; and then, when + you go, I shall go with you. Though I have the misfortune to be the + brother of the man who gave you a false name in order to deceive you, I + trust you will still allow me to help you as far as I am able, and to take + you to my German friends of whom I spoke to you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ronald,’ Lady Le Breton cried, in her most commanding tone, ‘you + must have taken leave of your senses. How dare you keep this person a + moment longer in my house against my wish, when even she herself is + anxious to quit it? Let her go at once, let her go at once, sir.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, mother,’ Ronald answered firmly. ‘We are commanded in the + Word to obey our parents in all things, “in the Lord.” I think + you’ve forgotten that proviso, mother, “in the Lord.” + Now, mother, I will tell you all about it.’ And then, in a rapid + sketch, Ronald, with his back planted solidly against the door, told his + mother briefly all he knew about Selah Briggs, how he had found her, how + he had brought her home not knowing who she was, and how she had + recognised Herbert as her unfaithful lover. Lady Le Breton, when she saw + that escape was practically impossible, flung herself back in an + easy-chair, where she swayed herself backward and forward gently all the + while, without once lifting her eyes towards Ronald, and sighed + impatiently from time to time audibly, as if the story merely bored her. + As for poor Selah, she stood upright in front of Ronald without a word, + looking neither to the right nor to the left, and waiting eagerly for the + story to be finished. + </p> + <p> + When Ronald had said his say, Lady Le Breton looked up at last and said + simply, with a pretended yawn, ‘Now, Ronald, will you go to your own + room?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I will not,’ Ronald answered, in a soft whisper. ‘I will go + with this lady to the rooms of which I have spoken to her.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then,’ Lady Le Breton said coldly, ‘you shall not return + here. It seems I’m to lose all my children, one after another, by + their extraordinary rebelliousness!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘By your own act—yes,’ Ronald answered, very calmly. ‘You + forgot that last Thursday was my birthday, I daresay, mother; but I didn’t + forget it; it was; and I came of age then. I’m my own master now. I’ve + stopped here as long as I could, mother, because of the commandment: but I + can’t stop here any longer. I shall go to Ernest’s for + to-night as soon as I’ve got rooms for this lady.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Good evening,’ Lady Le Breton said, bowing frigidly, without + another word. + </p> + <p> + ‘Good evening, mother,’ Ronald replied, in his natural voice. + ‘Miss Briggs, will you come with me? I’m very sorry that this + unhappy scene should have been inflicted upon you against my will; but I + hope and pray that you won’t have lost all confidence in my wish to + help you, in spite of these unfortunate accidents.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah followed him blindly, in a dazzled fashion, out on to the flagstones + of Epsilon Terrace. + </p> + <p> + ‘Dear me, dear me,’ moaned Lady Le Breton, sinking back vacantly + once more, with an air of resignation after her efforts, into the + easy-chair: ‘was there ever a mother so plagued and burdened with + unnatural and undutiful sons as I am? If it weren’t for dear + Herbert, I’m sure I don’t know what I should ever do between + them. Ronald, too, who always pretended to be so very, very religious! To + think that he should go and uphold the word of a miserable, abandoned, + improper adventuress against his own brother Herbert! Atrocious, perfectly + atrocious! Where on earth he can have picked up such a woman I’m + positively at a loss to imagine. But it’s exactly like his poor dear + father: I remember once when we were stationed at Moozuffernugger, in the + North-West Provinces, with the 14th Bengal, poor Owen absolutely insisted + on taking up the case of some Eurasian woman, who pretended she’d + been badly treated by young Walker of our regiment! I call it quite + improper—almost unseemly—to meddle in the affairs of such + people. I daresay Herbert has had something or other to say to this horrid + girl; young men will be young men, and in the army we know how to make + allowances for that sort of thing: but that Ronald should positively think + of bringing such a person into my breakfast-room is not to be heard of. + Ronald’s a pure Le Breton—that’s undeniable, thank + goodness; not a single one of the good Whitaker points to be found in all + his nature. However, poor dear Sir Owen, in spite of all his nonsense, was + at least an officer and a gentleman; whereas the nonsense these boys have + picked up at Oxford and among their German refugee people is both + irreligious, and, I may even say, indecent, or, to put it in the mildest + way, indecorous. I wish with all my heart I’d never sent them to + Oxford. I’ve always thought that if only Ernest had gone in for a + direct commission, he’d soon have got all that absurd revolutionary + rubbish knocked out of him in a mess-room! But it’s a great comfort + to me to think I have one real blessing in dear Herbert, who’s just + such a son as any mother might well be thoroughly proud of in every way!’ + </p> + <p> + While Lady Le Breton was thus communing with herself in the + breakfast-room, and while Herbert was trying to patch up a hollow truce + with his own much-bruised self-respect in his own bedroom, Ronald was + taking poor dazed and wearied Selah round to the refuge of the Baumanns’ + hospitable roof. As soon as that matter was temporarily arranged to the + mutual satisfaction of all the parties concerned, Ronald walked over alone + to Ernest’s little lodgings at Holloway. He would sleep there that + night, and send round a letter to Amelia, the housemaid, in the morning, + asking her to pack up his things and forward them at once to Mrs. Halliss’s. + For himself, he did not propose, unless circumstances compelled it, again + to enter his mother’s rooms, except by her own express invitation. + After all, he thought, even his little income, if clubbed with Edie and + Ernest’s, would probably help them all to live now in tolerable + comfort. + </p> + <p> + So he told Edie all his story, and Edie listened to it with an approving + smile. ‘I think, dear Ronald,’ she said, taking his hand in + hers, ‘you did quite right—quite as Ernest himself would have + done under the circumstances.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Where’s Ernest?’ asked Ronald, half smiling at that naive + wifely standard of right conduct. + </p> + <p> + ‘Gone with Mr. Berkeley to the trial,’ Edie answered. + </p> + <p> + ‘The trial! What trial?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, don’t you know? Herr Max’s. They’re trying him + to-day for littering a seditious libel and inciting to murder the chief of + the Third Section at St. Petersburg.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But he said nothing at all,’ Ronald cried in astonishment. ‘I + read the article myself. He said nothing that any Englishman mightn’t + have said under the same circumstances. Why, I could have written the + libel, as they call it, myself, even, and I’m not much of a + politician either! They can’t ever be trying him in a country like + England for anything so ridiculously little as that!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But they are,’ Edie answered quietly; ‘and dear Ernest’s + dreadfully afraid the verdict will go against him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nonsense,’ Ronald answered with natural confidence. ‘No + English jury would ever convict a man for speaking up like that against an + odious and abominable tyranny.’ + </p> + <p> + Very late in the afternoon, Ernest and Berkeley returned to the lodgings. + Ernest’s face was white with excitement, and his lips were trembling + violently with suppressed emotion. His eyes were red and swollen. Edie + hardly needed to ask in a breathless whisper of Arthur Berkeley, ‘What + verdict?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Guilty,’ Arthur Berkeley answered with a look of unfeigned horror + and indignation. He had learnt by this time quite to take the communistic + view of such questions. + </p> + <p> + ‘Guilty,’ Ronald cried, jumping up from his chair in astonishment. + ‘Impossible! And what sentence?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Twelve months’ hard labour,’ Berkeley answered, slowly and + remorsefully. + </p> + <p> + ‘An atrocious sentence!’ Ronald exclaimed, turning red with + excitement. ‘An abominable sentence! A most malignant and vindictive + sentence! Who was the judge, Arthur?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Bassenthwaite,’ Berkeley replied half under his breath. + </p> + <p> + ‘And may the Lord have mercy upon his soul!’ said Ronald solemnly, + </p> + <p> + But Ernest never said a single word. He only sat down and ate his supper + in silence, like one stunned and dazzled. He didn’t even notice + Ronald’s coming. And Edie knew by his quick breath and his face + alternately flushed and pallid that there would be another crisis in his + gathering complaint before the next morning. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. — TELL IT NOT IN OATH. + </h2> + <p> + As they sat silent in that little sitting-room after supper, a double + knock at the door suddenly announced the arrival of a telegram for Ernest. + He opened it with trembling lingers. It was from Lancaster:—‘Come + down to the office at once. Schurz has been sentenced to a year’s + imprisonment, and we want a leader about him for to-morrow.’ The + telegram roused Ernest at once from his stupefied lethargy. Here was a + chance at last of doing something for Max Schurz and for the cause of + freedom! Here was a chance of waking up all England to a sense of the + horrible crime it had just committed through the voice of its duly + accredited judicial mouthpiece! The country was trembling on the brink of + an abyss, and he, Ernest Le Breton, might just be in time to save it. The + Home Secretary must be compelled by the unanimous clamour of thirty + millions of free working people to redress the gross injustice of the law + in sending Max Sohurz, the greatest, noblest, and purest-minded of + mankind, to a common felon’s prison! Nothing else on earth could + have moved Ernest, jaded and dispirited as he was at that moment, to the + painful exertion of writing a newspaper leader after the day’s + fatigues and excitements, except the thought that by doing so he might not + only blot out this national disgrace, as he considered it, but might also + help to release the martyr of the people’s rights from his + incredible, unspeakable punishment. Flushed and feverish though he was, he + rose straight up from the table, handed the telegram to Edie without a + word, and started off alone to hail a hansom cab and drive down + immediately to the office. Arthur Berkeley, fearful of what might happen + to him in his present excited state, stole out after him quietly, and + followed him unperceived in another hansom at a little distance. + </p> + <p> + When Ernest got to the ‘Morning Intelligence’ buildings, he + was shown up at once into the editorial room. He expected to find Mr. + Lancaster at the same white heat of indignation as himself; but to his + immense surprise he actually found him in the usual sleepy languid + condition of apathetic impartiality. ‘I wired for you, Le Breton,’ + the impassive editor said calmly, ‘because I understand you know all + about this man Schurz, who has just got his twelve months’ + imprisonment this evening. I suppose, of course, you’ve heard + already all about it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ve been at the trial all day,’ Ernest answered, ‘and + myself heard the verdict and sentence.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Good,’ Mr. Lancaster said, with a dreamy touch of approval in his + tone. ‘That’s good journalism, certainly, and very smart of + you. Helps you to give local colour and realistic touches to the matter. + But you ought to have called in here to see me immediately. We shall have + a regular reporter’s report of the trial, of course; but reporters’ + reports are fearfully and wonderfully lifeless. If you like, besides the + leader, you might work up a striking headed article on the Scene in Court. + This is an important case, and we want something more about it than mere + writing, you know; a little about the man himself and his personal + history, which Berkeley tells me you’re well acquainted with. He’s + written something called “Gold and the Proletariate,” or + whatever it is; just tell our readers all about it. As to the leader, say + what you like in it—of course I shall look over the proof, and tone + it down a bit to suit the taste of our public—we appeal mainly to + the mercantile middle class, I need hardly say; but you know the general + policy of the paper, and you can just write what you think best, subject + to subsequent editorial revision. Get to work at once, please, as the + articles are wanted immediately, and send down slips as fast as they’re + written to the printers.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest could hardly contain his surprise at Mr. Lancaster’s calmness + under such unheard-of circumstances, when the whole laborious fabric of + British liberties was tottering visibly to its base—but he wisely + concluded to himself that the editor had to see articles written about + every possible subject every evening—from a European convulsion to a + fire at a theatre,—and that use must have made it in him a property + of easiness. When a man’s obliged to work himself up perpetually + into a state of artificial excitement about every railway accident, + explosion, shipwreck, earthquake, or volcanic eruption, in Europe, Asia, + Africa, America, and the islands of the Pacific Ocean, why then, Ernest + charitably said to himself, his sympathies must naturally end by getting a + trifle callous, especially when he’s such a very apathetic person to + start with as this laconic editorial Lancaster. So he turned into the + little bare box devoted to his temporary use, and began writing with + perfectly unexampled and extraordinary rapidity at his leader and his + article about the injured and martyred apostle of the slighted communistic + religion. + </p> + <p> + It was only a few months since Ernest had, with vast toil and forethought, + spun slowly out his maiden newspaper article on the Italian organ-boy, and + now he found himself, to his own immense surprise, covering sheet after + sheet of paper in feverish haste with a long account of Max Schurz’s + splendid life and labours, and with a really fervid and eloquent appeal to + the English people not to suffer such a man as he to go helplessly and + hopelessly to an English prison, at the bare bidding of a foreign despot. + He never stopped for one moment to take thought, or to correct what he had + written; in the excitement of the moment his pen travelled along over the + paper as if inspired, and he found the words and thoughts thronging his + brain almost faster than his lagging hand could suffice to give them + visible embodiment. As each page was thrown off hurriedly, he sent it + down, still pale and wet, to the printers in the office; and before two o’clock + in the morning, he had full proofs of all he had written sent up to him + for final correction. It was a stirring and vigorous leader, he felt quite + certain himself as he read it over; and he thought with a swelling breast + that it would appear next day, with all the impersonal authority of the + ‘Morning Intelligence’ stamped upon its face, at ten thousand + English breakfast tables, where it might rouse the people in their + millions to protest sternly before it was too late against this horrid + violation of our cherished and boasted national hospitality. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Arthur Berkeley had stopped at the office, and run in hastily + for five minutes’ talk with the terrible editor. ‘Don’t + say anything to shock Le Breton, I beg of you, Lancaster,’ he said, + ‘about this poor man Schurz who has just been sent for a year to prison. + It’s a very hard case, and I’m awfully sorry for the man + myself, though that’s neither here nor there. I can see from your + face that you, for your part, don’t sympathise with him; but at any + rate, don’t say anything about it to hurt Le Breton’s + feelings. He’s in a dreadfully feverish and excited condition this + evening; Max Schurz has always been to him almost like a father, and he + naturally takes his sentence very bitterly to heart. To tell you the + truth, I regret it a great deal myself, I know a little of Schurz, through + Le Breton, and I know what a well-meaning, ardent, enthusiastic person he + really is, and how much good actually underlies all his chaotic + socialistic notions. But at any rate, I do beg of you, don’t say + anything to further excite and hurt poor Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Certainly not,’ the editor answered, smoothing his large hands + softly one over the other. ‘Certainly not; though I confess, as a + practical man, I don’t sympathise in the least with this + preposterous German refugee fellow. So far as I can learn, he’s been + at the bottom of half the revolutionary and insurrectionary movements of + the last twenty years—a regular out-and-out professional socialistic + incendiary.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You wouldn’t say so,’ Berkeley replied quietly, ‘if you’d + seen more of him, Lancaster.’ But being a man of the world, and + having come mainly on Ernest’s account, he didn’t care to + press the abstract question of Herr Max’s political sincerity any + further. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well,’ the editor went on, a little testily, ‘be that as it + may, I won’t discuss the subject with your friend Le Breton, who’s + really a nice, enthusiastic young fellow, I think, as far as I’ve + seen him. I’ll simply let him write to-night whatever he pleases, + and make the necessary alterations in proof afterwards, without talking it + over with him personally at all. That’ll avoid any needless + discussion and ruffling of his supersensitive communistic feelings. Poor + fellow, he looks very ill indeed to-night. I’m really extremely + sorry for him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘When will he be finished?’ asked Arthur. + </p> + <p> + ‘At two,’ the editor answered. + </p> + <p> + ‘I’ll send a cab for him,’ Arthur said; ‘there’ll + be none about at that hour, probably. Will you kindly tell him it’s + waiting for him?’ + </p> + <p> + At two o’clock or a little after, Ernest drove home with his heart + on fire, full of eagerness and swelling hope for to-morrow morning. He + found Edie waiting for him, late as it was, with a little bottle of wine—an + unknown luxury at Mrs. Halliss’s lodgings—and such light + supper as she thought he could manage to swallow in his excitement. Ernest + drank a glass of the wine, but left the supper untasted. Then he went to + bed, and tossed about uneasily till morning. He couldn’t sleep + through his anxiety to see his great leader appear in all the added + dignity of printer’s ink and rouse the slumbering world of England + up to a due sense of Max Schurz’s wrongs and the law’s + incomprehensible iniquity. + </p> + <p> + Before seven, he rose very quietly, dressed himself without saying a word, + and stole out to buy an early copy of the ‘Morning Intelligence.’ + He got one at the small tobacconist’s shop round the corner, where + he had taken his first hint for the Italian organ-boy leader. It was with + difficulty that he could contain himself till he was back in Mrs. Halliss’s + little front parlour; and there he tore open the paper eagerly, and turned + to the well-remembered words at the beginning of his desperate appealing + article. He could recollect the very run of every clause and word he had + written: ‘No Englishman can read without a thrill of righteous + indignation,’ it began,'the sentence passed last night upon Max + Schurz, the author of that remarkable economical work, “Gold and the + Proletariate.” Herr Schurz is one of those numerous refugees from + German despotism who have taken advantage of the hospitable welcome + usually afforded by England to the oppressed of all creeds or nations’—and + so forth, and so forth. Where was it now? Yes, that was it, in the place + of honour, of course—the first leader under the clock in the ‘Morning + Intelligence.’ His eye caught at once the opening key-words, ‘No + Englishman.’ Sinking down into the easy-chair by the flowers in the + window he prepared to run it through at his leisure with breathless + anxiety. + </p> + <p> + ‘No Englishman can read without a feeling of the highest approval the + sentence passed last night upon Max Schurz, the author of that misguided + economical work, “Gold and the Proletariate.” Herr Schurz is + one of those numerous refugees from German authority, who have taken + advantage of the hospitable welcome usually afforded by England to the + oppressed of all creeds or nations, in order to hatch plots in security + against the peace of sovereigns or governments with which we desire always + to maintain the most amicable and cordial relations.’ Ernest’s + eyes seemed to fail him. The type on the paper swam wildly before his + bewildered vision. What on earth could this mean? It was his own leader, + indeed, with the very rhythm and cadence of the sentences accurately + preserved, but with all the adjectives and epithets so ingeniously altered + that it was turned into a crushing condemnation of Max Schurz, his + principles, his conduct, and his ethical theories. From beginning to end, + the article appealed to the common-sense of intelligent Englishmen to + admire the dignity of the law in thus vindicating itself against the + atrocious schemes of a dangerous and ungrateful political exile who had + abused the hospitality of a great free country to concoct vile plots + against the persons of friendly sovereigns and innocent ministers on the + European continent. + </p> + <p> + Ernest laid down the paper dreamily, and leant back for a moment in his + chair, to let his brain recover a little from the reeling dizziness of + that crushing disappointment. Then he turned in a giddy mechanical fashion + to the headed article on the fourth page. There the self-same style of + treatment met once more his astonished gaze. All the minute facts as to + Max Schurz’s history and personality were carefully preserved; the + description of his simple artisan life, his modest household, his Sunday + evening receptions, his great following of earnest and enthusiastic + refugees—every word of all this, which hardly anyone else could have + equally well supplied, was retained intact in the published copy; yet the + whole spirit of the thing had utterly evaporated, or rather had been + perverted into the exact opposite unsympathetic channel. Where Ernest had + written ‘enthusiasm,’ Lancaster had simply altered the word to + ‘fanaticism;’ where Ernest had spoken of Herr Max’s ‘single-hearted + devotion,’ Lancaster had merely changed the phrase into ‘undisguised + revolutionary ardour.’ The whole paper was one long sermon against + Max Schurz’s Utopian schemes, imputing to him not only folly but + even positive criminality as well. We all know how we all in England look + upon the foreign political refugee—a man to be hit again with + impunity, because he has no friends; but to Ernest, who had lived so long + in his own little socialistic set, the discovery that people could openly + say such things against his chosen apostle at the very moment of his + martyrdom, was a hideous and blinding disillusionment. He put the paper + down upon the table once more, and buried his face helplessly between his + burning hands. + </p> + <p> + The worst of it all was this: if Herr Max ever saw those articles he would + naturally conclude that Ernest had been guilty of the basest treachery, + and that too on the very day when he most needed the aid and sympathy of + all his followers. With a thrill of horror he thought in his own soul that + the great leader might suspect him for an hour of being the venal Judas of + the little sect. + </p> + <p> + How Ernest ever got through that weary day he did not know himself; + nothing kept him up through it except his burning indignation against + Lancaster’s abominable conduct. About eleven o’clock, Arthur + Berkeley called in to see him. ‘I’m afraid you’ve been a + little disappointed,’ he said, ‘about the turn Lancaster has + given to your two articles. He told me he meant to alter the tone so as to + suit the policy of the paper, and I see he’s done so very + thoroughly. You can’t look for much sympathy from commonplace, cold, + calculating Englishmen for enthusiastic natures like Herr Max’s.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest turned to him in blank amazement. He had expected Berkeley to be as + angry as himself at Lancaster’s shameful mutilation of his appealing + leader; and he found now that even Berkeley accepted it as an ordinary + incident in the course of journalistic business. His heart sank within him + as he thought how little hope there could be of Herr Max’s + liberation, when even his own familiar friend Berkeley looked upon the + matter in such a casual careless fashion. + </p> + <p> + ‘I shall never write another word for the “Morning Intelligence,”’ + he cried vehemently, after a moment’s pause. ‘If we starve for + it, I shall never write another word in that wicked, abominable, + dishonourable paper. I can die easily enough, heaven knows, without a + murmur: but I can’t be disloyal to dear Herr Max, and to all my + innate ingrained principles.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Don’t say that, Ernest,’ Berkeley answered gently. ‘Think + of Mrs. Le Breton and the baby. The luxury of starvation for the sake of a + cause is one you might venture to allow yourself if you were alone in the + world as I am, but not one which you ought to force unwillingly upon your + wife and children. You’ve been getting a trifle more practical of + late under the spur of necessity; don’t go and turn impossible again + at the supreme moment. Whatever happens, it’s your plain duty to go + on writing for the “Morning Intelligence.” You say with your + own hand only what you think and believe yourself: the editor alone is + responsible for the final policy of the paper.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest only muttered slowly to himself,—‘Never, never, never!’ + </p> + <p> + Still, though the first attempt had failed, Ernest did not wholly give up + his hopes of doing something towards the release of Herr Max from that + unutterable imprisonment. He drew up a form of petition to the Home + Secretary, in which he pointed out the reasons for setting aside the + course of the law in the case of this particular political prisoner. With + feverish anxiety he ran about London for the next two days, trying to get + influential signatures to his petition, and to rouse the people in their + millions to demand the release of the popular martyr. Alas for the stolid + indifference of the British public! The people in their millions sat down + to eat and drink, and rose up to play, exactly as if nothing unusual in + any way had happened. Most of them had never heard at all of Herr Max, or + of ‘Gold and the Proletariate,’ and those who had heard + understood for the most part that he was a bad lot who was imprisoned for + trying nefariously to blow up the Emperor of Rooshia. Crowds of people + nightly besieged the doors of the Ambiguities and the Marlborough, to hear + the fate of ‘The Primate of Fiji’ and ‘The Duke of + Bermondsey;’ but very few among the millions took the trouble to + sign their names to Ernest Le Breton’s despairing petition. Even the + advanced radicals of the market-place, the men who figured largely at + Trafalgar Square meetings and Agricultural Labourers’ Unions, feared + to damage their reputation for moderation and sobriety by getting + themselves mixed up with a continental agitator like this man Schurz that + people were talking about. The Irish members expressed a pious horror of + the very word dynamite: the working-man leaders hemmed and hawed, and + regretted their inability, in their very delicate position, to do anything + which might seem like countenancing Russian nihilism. In the end, Ernest + sent, in his petition with only half a dozen unknown signatures; and the + Home Secretary’s private prompter threw it into the waste-paper + basket entire, without even taking the trouble to mention its existence to + his harassed and overburdened chief. Just a Marylebone communist refugee + in prison! How could a statesman with half the bores and faddists of + England on his troubled hands, find time to look at uninfluential + petitions about an insignificant worthless nobody like that? + </p> + <p> + So gentle, noble-natured, learned Herr Max went to prison and served his + year there uncomplainingly, like any other social malefactor; and Society + talked about his case with languid interest for nearly a fortnight, and + then straightway found a new sensation, and forgot all about him. But + there are three hundred and sixty-five days of twenty-four hours each in + every year; and for every one of those days Herr Max and Herr Max’s + friends never forgot for an hour together that he was in prison. + </p> + <p> + And at the end of the week Ernest got a letter from Lancaster, enclosing a + cheque for eight guineas. That is a vast sum of money, eight guineas: just + think of all the bread, and meat, and tea, and clothing one can buy with + it for a small family! ‘My dear Le Breton,’ the editor wrote—in + his own hand, too; a rare honour; for he was a kindly man, and he had + learned, much to his surprise, from Arthur Berkeley, that Ernest was angry + at his treatment of the Schurzian leader: ‘My dear Le Breton, I + enclose cheque for eight guineas, for your two articles. I hope you didn’t + mind the way I was obliged to cut them up in some unessential details, so + as to suit the policy of the paper. I kept whatever was really most + distinctive as embodying special information in them. You know we are + above all things strictly moderate. Please send us another social shortly.’ + </p> + <p> + It was a kind letter, undoubtedly a kind and kindly-meant letter: but + Ernest flung it from him as though he had been stung by a serpent or a + scorpion. Then he handed the cheque to Edie in solemn silence, to see what + she would do with it. He merely wanted to try her constancy. For himself, + he would have felt like a Judas indeed if he had taken and used their + thirty pieces of silver. + </p> + <p> + Edie looked at the cheque intently and sighed a deep sigh of regret. How + could she do otherwise? They were so very poor, and it was such an immense + sum of money! Then she rose quietly without saying a word, and lighted a + match from the box on the mantelpiece. She held the cheque firmly between + her finger and thumb till it was nearly burnt, end let it drop slowly at + last into the empty fireplace. Ernest rose up and kissed her tenderly. The + leaden weight of the thirty pieces of silver was fairly off their united + conscience. They had made what reparation they could for the evil of that + unhappy, undesigned leader. After all Ernest had wasted the last remnant + of his energy on one eventful evening, all for nothing. + </p> + <p> + As Edie sat looking wistfully at the smouldering fragments of the burnt + cheque, Ernest roused her again by saying quietly, ‘To-day’s + Saturday. Have we got anything for to-morrow’s dinner, Edie?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nothing,’ Edie answered, simply. ‘How much money have you + left, Ernest?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Sixpence,’ Ernest said, without needing to consult his empty purse + for confirmation—he had counted the pence, as they went, too + carefully for that already. ‘Edie, I’m afraid we must go at + last to the poor man’s banker till I can get some more money.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Ernest—not—not—not the pawnbroker!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, Edie, the pawnbroker.’ + </p> + <p> + The tears came quickly into Edie’s eyes, but she answered nothing. + They must have food, and there was no other way open before them. They + rose together and went quietly into the bedroom. There they gathered + together the few little trinkets and other things that might be of use to + them, and Ernest took down his hat from the stand to go out with them to + the pawnbroker’s. + </p> + <p> + As he turned out he was met energetically on the landing by a stout + barricade from good Mrs. Halliss. ‘No, sir, not you, sir,’ the + landlady said firmly, trying to take the parcel from him as he went + towards the door. ‘I beg your pardon, sir, for ‘avin’ + over’eard what wasn’t meant for me to ‘ear, no doubt, + but I couldn’t ‘elp it, sir, and John an’ me can’t + allow nothink of this sort, we can’t. We’re used to this sort + o’ things, sir, John and me is; but you and the dear lady isn’t + used to ‘em, sir, and didn’t nought to be neither, and John an’ + me can’t allow it, not anyhow.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest turned scarlet with shame, but could say nothing. Edie only + whispered softly, ‘Dear, dear Mrs. Halliss, we’re so sorry, + but we can’t help it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘'Elp it, ma’am,’ said Mrs. Halliss, herself almost crying, + ‘nor there ain’t no reason why you should try to ‘elp it + neither. As I says to John, “John,” says I, “there ain’t + no ‘arm in it, noways,” says I, “but I can’t stand + by,” says I, “and see them two poor dear young creechurs,” + meanin’ no offence, ma’am, “a-pawning of their own + jewelry and things to go and pay for their Sunday’s dinner.” + And John, ‘e says, says ‘e, “Quite right, Martha,” + says ‘e; “don’t let ‘em, my dear,” says + ‘e. “The Lord has prospered us a bit in our ‘umble way, + Martha,” says ‘e, “and we ain’t got no cause to + want, we ain’t; and if the dear lady and the good gentleman wouldn’t + take it as a liberty,” says ‘e, “it ‘ud be better + they should just borrer a pound or two for a week from us,” says + ‘e, beggin’ your pardon, ma’am, for ‘intin’ + of it, “than that there Mr. Le Breting, as ain’t accustomed to + such places nohow, should go a-makin’ acquaintance, for the fust + time of his life, as you may say, with the inside of a pawnbroker’s + shop,” says ‘e. “John,” says I, “it’s + my belief the lady and gentleman ‘ud be insulted,” says I, + “though they ARE the sweetest unassoomin’est young gentlefolk + I ever did see,” says I, “if we were to go as tin’ them + to accept the loan of money from the likes of you and me, John, as is no + better, by the side of them, nor old servants, in the manner o’ + speakin’.” “Insulted,” says ‘e; “not a + bit of it, they needn’t, Martha,” says ‘e, “for I + knows the ways of the aristocracy,” says ‘e, “and I + knows as there’s many a gentleman as owns ‘is own ‘osses + and ‘is own ‘ounds as isn’t afraid to borrer a pound or so + from ‘is own coachman, or even from ‘is own groom—not + but what to borrer from a groom is lowerin’,” says ‘e, + “in a tempory emergency. Mind you, Martha,” says ‘e, + “a tempory emergency is a thing as may ‘appen to landed + gentlefolks any day,” says ‘e. “It’s like a + ‘ole in your coat made by a tear,” says ‘e; “a + haccident as may ‘appen to-morrer to the Prince of Wales ‘isself + upon the ‘untin’ field,” ‘e says. “Well, + then, John,” says I, “I’ll just go an’ speak to + ‘em about it, this very minnit,” says I, and if I might make + so bold, ma’am, without seemin’ too presumptious, I should be + very glad if you’d kindly allow me, ma’am, to lend Mr. Le + Breting a few suvverins till ‘e gets ‘is next remittances, ma’am.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie looked at Ernest, and Ernest looked at Edie and the landlady; and + then they all three burst out crying together without further apology. + Perhaps it was the old Adam left in Ernest a little; but though he could + stand kindness from Dr. Greatrex or from Mr. Lancaster stoically enough, + he couldn’t watch the humble devotion of those two honest-hearted + simple old servants without a mingled thrill of shame and tenderness. + ‘Mrs. Halliss,’ he said, catching up the landlady’s hard + red hand gratefully in his own, ‘you are too good and too kind, and + too considerate for us altogether. I feel we have done nothing to deserve + such great kindness from you. But I really don’t think it would be + right of us to borrow from you when we don’t even know how long it + may be before we’re able to return your money or whether we shall + ever be able to return it at all. We’re so much obliged to you, so + very very much obliged to you, dear Mrs. Halliss, but I think we ought as + a matter of duty to pawn these few little things rather than run into debt + which we’ve no fair prospect at present of ever redeeming.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘HAS you please, sir,’ Mrs. Halliss said gently, wiping her eyes + with her snow-white apron, for she saw at once that Ernest really meant + what he said. ‘Not that John an’ me would think of it for a + minnit, sir, so long as you wouldn’t mind our takin’ the + liberty; but any’ow, sir, we can’t allow you to go out + yourself and go to the pawnbroker’s. It ain’t no fit place for + the likes of you, sir, a pawnbroker’s ain’t, in all that low + company; and I don’t suppose you’d rightly know ‘ow much + to hask on the articles, neither. John, ‘e ain’t afeard of + goin’; an’ ‘e says, ‘e insists upon it as ‘e’s + to go, for ‘e don’t think, sir, for the honour of the ‘ouse, + ‘e says, sir, as a lodger of ours ought to be seen a-goin’ to the + pawnbroker’s. Just you give them things right over to John, sir, and + ‘e’ll get you a better price on ‘em by a long way nor + they’d ever think of giving a gentleman like you, sir.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest fought off the question in a half-hearted fashion for a little + while, but Mrs. Halliss insisted upon it, and after a short time Ernest + gave way, for to say the truth he had very vague ideas himself as to how + he ought to proceed in a pawnbroking expedition. Mrs. Halliss ran down the + kitchen stairs quickly, for fear he should change his mind as soon as her + back was turned, and called out gaily to her husband in the first delight + of her unexpected triumph. + </p> + <p> + ‘John,’ she cried, ‘—drat that man, where is ‘e? + John, dear, you just putt your ‘at on, and purtend to run round the + corner a bit to Aston’s the pawnbroker’s. The Lord have mercy + upon me for the stories I’ve been a-tellin’ of ‘em, but + I couldn’t bear to see them two pore things a-pawnin’ their + little bits of jewelry and sich, and Mr. Le Breting, too, ‘im as ain’t + fit to go knockin’ together with underbred folks like pawnbrokers. + So I told ‘im as you’d take ‘em round and pawn ‘em for + ‘im yourself; not as I don’t suppose you’ve never pawned + nothink in your ‘ole life, John, leastways not since ever you an’ + me kep’ company, for afore that I suppose you was purty much like + other young men is, John, for all you shakes your ‘ead at it now so + innocent like. But you just run round, there’s a dear, and make as + if you was goin’ to the pawnbroker’s, and then you come + straight ‘ome again unbeknown to ‘em. I ain’t a goin’ + to let them two pore dears go pawnin’ their things for a dinner + nohow. You take them two suvverins out of your box, John, and putt away + these ‘ere little things for the present time till the pore souls is + able to pay us, and if they never don’t, small matter neither. Now + you go fast, John, there’s a dear, and come back, and mind you give + them two suvverins to Mr. Le Breting as natural like as ever you’re + able.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Pawn ‘em,’ John said in a pitying voice, ‘no indeed, it + ain’t come to that yet, I should ‘ope, that they need go + a-pawnin’ their effects while we’ve got a suvverin or two laid + by in our box, Martha. Not as anybody need be ashamed of pawnin’ on + occasions, for that matter,—I don’t say as a reg’lar + thing, but now an’ then on occasions, as you may call it; for even + in the best dookal families, I’ve ‘eard tell they DO sometimes + ‘ave to pawn the dimonds, so that pawnin’ ain’t in the + runnin’ noways, bless you, as respects gentility. Not as I’d + like to go into a pawnshop myself, Martha, as I’ve always been + brought up respectable; but when you send for Mr. Hattenborough to your + own ressydence and say quite commandin’ like, “‘Er Grace + ‘ud be obleeged if you’d wait upon ‘er in Belgrave + Square to hinspeck ‘er dimonds as I want to raise the wind on + ‘em,” why, that’s quite another matter nat’rally.’ + </p> + <p> + When honest John came back in a few minutes and handed the two sovereigns + over to Ernest, he did it with such an unblushing face as might have won + him applause on any stage for its perfect naturalness. ‘Lor’ + bless your ‘eart, sir,’ he said in answer to Ernest’s + shamefaced thanks, touching the place where his hat ought to be + mechanically, ‘it ain’t nothing, sir, that ain’t. If it + weren’t for the dookal families of England, sir, it’s my + belief the pawnbrokin’ business wouldn’t be worth mentioning + in the manner o’ speakin’.’ + </p> + <p> + That evening, Ernest paced up and down the little parlour rather moodily + for half an hour with three words ringing perpetually in his dizzy + ears-the ‘Never, never, never,’ he had used so short a tune + since about the ‘Morning Intelligence.’ He must get money + somehow for Dot and Edie! he must get money somehow to pay good Mrs. + Halliss for their board and lodging! There was only one way possible. + Fight against it as he would, in the end he must come back to that + inevitable conclusion. At last he sat down with a gloomy face at the + centre table, and pulled out a sheet of blank foolscap. + </p> + <p> + ‘What are you going to do, Ernest?’ Edie asked him. + </p> + <p> + Ernest groaned. ‘I’m writing a social for the “Morning + Intelligence,” Edie,’ he answered bitterly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, Ernest!’ Edie said with a face of horror and surprise. ‘Not + after the shameful way they’ve treated poor Max Schurz!’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest groaned again. ‘There’s nothing else to be done, Edie,’ + he said, looking up at her despondently. ‘I must earn money somehow + to keep the house going.’ + </p> + <p> + It is the business of the truthful historian to narrate facts, not to + palliate or extenuate the conduct of the various actors. Whether Ernest + did right or wrong, at least he did it; he wrote a playful social for + Monday’s ‘Morning Intelligence,’ and carried it into the + office on Sunday afternoon himself, because there was no postal delivery + in the London district. + </p> + <p> + That night, he lay awake once more for hours together, tossing and + turning, and reflecting bitterly on his own baseness and his final moral + downfall. Herbert was right, after all. The environment was beginning to + conquer. He could hold out no longer. Herr Max was in prison; the world + was profoundly indifferent; he himself had fallen away like Peter; and + there was nothing left for him now but to look about and find himself a + dishonourable grave. + </p> + <p> + And Dot? And Edie? What was to become of them after? Ah me, for the pity + of it when a man cannot even crawl quietly into a corner and die in peace + like a dog, without being tortured by fears and terrors beforehand as to + what will come to those he loves far better than life when he himself is + quietly dead and buried out of the turmoil! + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. — A MAN AND A MAID. + </h2> + <p> + IF Ernest and Edie had permitted it, Ronald Le Breton would have gone at + once, after his coming of age, to club income and expenditure with his + brother’s household. But, as Edie justly remarked, when he proposed + it, such a course would pretty nearly have amounted to clubbing HIS income + with THEIR expenditure; and even in their last extreme of poverty that was + an injustice which neither she nor her husband could possibly permit. + Ronald needed all his little fortune for his own simple wants, and though + they themselves starved, they couldn’t bear to deprive him of the + small luxuries which had grown into absolute necessaries for one so feeble + and weak. Indeed, ill as Ernest himself now was, he had never outgrown the + fixed habit of regarding Ronald as the invalid of the family; and to have + taken anything, though in the direst straits, from him, would have seemed + like robbing the helpless poor of their bare necessities. So Ronald was + fain at last to take lodgings for himself with a neighbour of good Mrs. + Halliss’s, and only to share in Ernest’s troubles to the small + extent of an occasional loan, which Edie would have repaid to time if she + had to go without their own poor little dinner for the sake of the + repayment. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, Ronald had another interest on hand which to his enthusiastic + nature seemed directly imposed upon him by the finger of Providence—to + provide a home and occupation for poor Selah, whom Herbert had cast aside + as a legacy to him. As soon as he had got settled down to his own new mode + of life in the Holloway lodgings, he began to look about for a fit place + for the homeless girl—a place, he thought to himself, which must + combine several special advantages; plenty of work—she wanted that + to take her mind off brooding; good, honest, upright people; and above + all, no religion. Ronald recognised that last undoubted requirement as of + absolutely paramount importance. ‘She’ll stand any amount of + talk or anything else from me,’ he said to himself often, ‘because + she knows I’m really in earnest; but she wouldn’t stand it for + a moment from those well-meaning, undiscriminating, religious busy-bodies, + who are so awfully anxious about other people’s souls, though they + never seem for a single minute to consider in any way other people’s + feelings.’ After a little careful hunting among his various + acquaintances, however, he found at last a place that would exactly suit + Selah at a stationer’s in Netting Hill; and there he put her—with + full confidence that Selah would do the work entrusted to her well and + ably, if not from conscientiousness, at least from personal pride, ‘which, + after all,’ Roland soliloquised dreamily, ‘is as good a substitute + for the genuine article as one can reasonably expect to find in poor + fallen human nature.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I wish, Mr. Le Breton,’ Selah said, quite timidly for her (maidenly + reserve, it must be admitted, was not one of Selah Briggs’s strong + points), ‘that I wasn’t going to be quite so far from you as + Notting Hill. If I could see you sometimes, you know, I should feel that + it might keep me more straight—keep me away from the river in + future, I mean. I can’t stand most people’s preaching, but + somehow, your preaching seems to do me more good than harm, really, which + is just the exact opposite way, it seems to me, from everybody else’s.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald smiled sedately. ‘I’m glad you want to see me + sometimes,’ he said, with a touch of something very like gallantry + in his tone that was wholly unusual with him. ‘I shall walk over + every now and then, and look you up at your lodgings over yonder; and + besides, you can come on Sundays to dear Edie’s, and I shall be able + to meet you there once a fortnight or thereabouts. But I’m not going + to let you call me Mr. Le Breton any longer; it isn’t friendly: and, + what’s more, it isn’t Christian. Why should there be these + artificial barriers between soul and soul, eh, Selah? I shall call you + Selah in future: it seems more genuine and heartfelt, and unencumbered + with needless conventions, than your misters and misses. After all, why + should we keep up such idle formalities between brethren and + fellow-workers?’ + </p> + <p> + Selah started a little—she knew better than Ronald himself did what + such first advances really led to. ‘Oh, Mr. Le Breton,’ she + said quickly, ‘I really can’t call you Ronald. I can never + call any other man by his Christian name as long as I live, after—your + brother.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You mistake me, Selah,’ Ronald put in hastily, with his quaint + gravity. ‘I mean it merely as a sign of confidence and a mark of + Christian friendship. Sisters call their brothers by their Christian + names, don’t they? So there can be no harm in that, surely. It seems + to me that if you call me Mr. Le Breton, you’re putting me on the + footing of a man merely; if you call me Ronald, you’re putting me on + the footing of a brother, which is really a much more harmless and + unequivocal position for me to stand in. Do, please, Selah, call me + Ronald.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid I can’t,’ Selah answered. ‘I daren’t. + I mustn’t.’ But she faltered a little for a moment, + notwithstanding. + </p> + <p> + ‘You must, Selah,’ Ronald said, with all the force of his + enthusiastic nature, fixing his piercing eyes full upon her. ‘You + must, I tell you. Call me Ronald.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very well—Ronald,’ Selah said at last, after a long pause. + ‘Good-bye, now. I must be going. Good-bye, and thank you. Thank you. Thank + you.’ There was a tear quivering even in Selah Briggs’s eye, + as she held his hand lingeringly a moment in hers before releasing it. He + was a very good fellow, really, and he had been so very kind, too, in + interesting himself about her future. + </p> + <p> + ‘What a marvellous thread of sameness,’ Ronald thought to himself, + as he walked back rapidly to his solitary lodgings, ‘runs through + the warp and woof of a single family, after all! What an underlying unity + of texture there must be throughout, in all its members, however outwardly + dissimilar they may seem to be from one another! One would say at first + sight there was very little, if anything, in common between me and + Herbert. And yet this girl interests me wonderfully. Of course I’m + not in love with her—the notion of MY falling in love with anybody + is clearly too ridiculous. But I’m attracted by her, drawn towards + her, fascinated as it were; I feel a sort of curious spell upon me + whenever I look into her deep big eyes, flashing out upon one with their + strange luminousness. It isn’t merely that the Hand has thrown her + in my way: that counts for something, no doubt, but not for everything. + Besides, the Hand doesn’t act blindly—nay, rather, acts with + supreme wisdom, surpassing the powers or the comprehension of man. When it + threw Selah Briggs in my way, depend upon it, it was because the Infinite + saw in me something that was specially adapted to her, and in her + something that was specially adapted to me. The instrument is duly shaped + by inscrutable Wisdom for its own proper work. Now, whatever interests ME + in her, must have also interested Herbert in her equally and for the same + reason. We’re drawn towards her, clearly; she exercises over both of + us some curious electric power that she doesn’t exercise, + presumably, over other people. For Herbert must have been really in love + with her—not that I’m in love with her, of course; but still, + the phenomena are analogous, even if on a slightly different plane—Herbert + must have been really in love with her, I’m sure, or such a prudent + man as he is would never have let himself get into what he would consider + such a dangerous and difficult entanglement. Yes, clearly, there’s + something in Selah Briggs that seems to possess a singular polarity, as + Ernest would call it, for the Le Breton character and individuality! + </p> + <p> + ‘And then, it cuts both ways, too, for Selah was once desperately in love + with Herbert: of that I’m certain. She must have been, to judge from + the mere strength of the final revulsion. She’s a girl of intensely + deep passions—I like people to have some depth to their character, + even if it’s only in the way of passion—and she’d never + have loved him at all without loving him fervently and almost wildly: hers + is a fervent, wild, indomitable nature. Yes, she was certainly in love + with Herbert; and now, though of course I don’t mean to say she’s + in love with me (I hope it isn’t wrong to think in this way about an + unmarried girl), still I can’t help seeing that I have a certain + influence over her in return—that she pays much attention to what I + say and think, considers me a person worth considering, which she doesn’t + do, I’m sure, with most other people. Ah, well, there’s a vast + deal of truth, no doubt, in these new hereditary doctrines of Darwin’s + and Galton’s that Herbert and Ernest talk about so much; a family’s + a family, that’s certain, not a mere stray collection of casual + acquaintances. How the likeness runs through the very inmost structure of + our hearts and natures! I see in Selah very much what Herbert saw in + Selah: Selah sees in me very much what she saw in Herbert. Extraordinary + insight into human nature men like Darwin and Galton have, to be sure? And + David, too, what a marvellous thinker he was, really! What unfathomed + depths of meaning lie unexpected in that simple sentence of his, “I + am fearfully and wonderfully made.” Fearfully and wonderfully, + indeed, when one remembers that from one father and mother Herbert and I + have both been compounded, so unlike in some things that we scarcely seem + to be comparable with one another (look at Herbert’s splendid + intellect beside mine!), so like in others that Selah Briggs—goodness + gracious, what am I thinking of? I was just going to say that Selah Briggs + falls in love first with one of us and then with the other. I do hope and + trust it isn’t wrong of me to fill my poor distracted head so much + with these odd thoughts about that unfortunate girl, Selah!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. — THE ENVIRONMENT FINALLY TRIUMPHS. + </h2> + <p> + Winter had come, and on a bitter cold winter’s night, Ernest Le + Breton once more received an unexpected telegram asking him to hurry down + without a moment’s delay on important business to the ‘Morning + Intelligence’ office. The telegram didn’t state at all what + the business was; it merely said it was urgent and immediate without in + any way specifying its nature. Ernest sallied forth in some perturbation, + for his memories of the last occasion when the ‘Morning Intelligence’ + required his aid on important business were far from pleasant ones; but + for Edie’s sake he felt he must go, and so he went without a murmur. + </p> + <p> + ‘Sit down, Le Breton,’ Mr. Lancaster said slowly when Ernest + entered. ‘The matter I want to see you about’s a very peculiar + one. I understand from some of my friends that you’re a son of Sir + Owen Le Breton, the Indian general.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, I am,’ Ernest answered, wondering within himself to what end + this curious preamble could possibly be leading up. If there’s any + one profession, he thought, which is absolutely free from the slightest + genealogical interest in the persons of its professors, surely that + particular calling ought to be the profession of journalism. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, so I hear, Le Breton. Now, I believe I’m right in saying, am + I not, that it was your father who first subdued and organised a certain + refractory hill-tribe on the Tibetan frontier, known as the Bodahls, wasn’t + it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Quite right,’ Ernest replied, with a glimmering idea slowly rising + in his mind as to what Mr. Lancaster was now driving at. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, that’s good, very good indeed, certainly. Well, tell me, Le + Breton, do you yourself happen to know anything on earth about these + precious insignificant people?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I know all about them,’ Ernest answered quickly. ‘I’ve + read all my father’s papers and despatches, and seen his maps and + plans and reports in our house at home from my boyhood upward. I know as + much about the Bodahls, in fact, as I know about Bayswater, or Holborn, or + Fleet Street.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Capital, capital,’ the editor said, fondling his big hands softly; + ‘that’ll exactly suit us. And could you get at these plans and + papers now, this very evening, just to refresh the gaps in your memory?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I could have them all down here,’ Ernest answered, ‘at an + hour’s notice.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Good,’ the editor said again. ‘I’ll send a boy for them + with a cab. Meanwhile, you’d better be perpending this telegram from + our Simla correspondent, just received. It’s going to be the + question of the moment, and we should very much like you to give us a + leader of a full column about the matter.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest took the telegram and read it over carefully. It ran in the usual + very abbreviated newspaper fashion: ‘Russian agents revolted Bodahls + Tibetan frontier. Advices Peshawur state Russian army marching on Merv. + Bodahls attacked Commissioner, declared independence British raj.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Will you write us a leader?’ the editor asked, simply. + </p> + <p> + Ernest drew a long breath. Three guineas! Edie, Dot, an empty exchequer! + If he could only have five minutes to make his mind up! But he couldn’t. + After all, what did it matter what he said about these poor unknown + Bodahls? If HE didn’t write the leader, somebody else who knew far + less about the subject than he did would be sure to do it. He wasn’t + responsible for that impalpable entity ‘the policy of the paper.’ + Beside the great social power of the ‘Morning Intelligence,’ + of the united English people, what was he, Ernest Le Breton, but a + miserable solitary misplaced unit? One way or the other, he could do very + little indeed, for good or for evil. After half a minute’s internal + struggle, he answered back the editor faintly, ‘Yes, I will.’ + ‘For Edie,’ he muttered half audibly to himself; ‘I must + do it for dear Edie.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And you’ll allow me to make whatever alterations I think necessary + in the article to suit the policy of the paper?’ the editor asked + once more, looking through him with his sleepy keen grey eyes. ‘You see, + Le Breton, I don’t want to annoy you, and I know your own principles + are rather peculiar; but of course all we want you for is just to give us + the correct statement of facts about these outlandish people. All that + concerns our own attitude towards them as a nation falls naturally under + the head of editorial matter. You must see yourself that it’s quite + impossible for us to let any one single contributor dictate from his own + standpoint the policy of the paper.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest bent his head slowly. ‘You’re very kind to argue out + the matter with me so, Mr. Lancaster,’ he said, trembling with + excitement. ‘Yes, I suppose I must bury my scruples. I’ll write a + leader about these Bodahls, and let you deal with it afterwards as you + think proper.’ + </p> + <p> + They showed him into the bare little back room, and sent a boy up with a + hastily written note to Ronald for the maps and papers. There Ernest sat + for an hour or two, writing away for very life, and putting on paper + everything that he knew about the poor Bodahls. By two o’clock, the + proofs had all come up to him, and he took his hat in a shamefaced manner + to sally out into the cold street, where he hoped to hide his rising + remorse and agony under cover of the solitary night. He knew too well what + ‘the policy of the paper’ would be, to venture upon asking any + questions about it. As he left the office, a boy brought him down a sealed + envelope from Mr. Lancaster. With his usual kindly thoughtfulness the + editor had sent him at once the customary cheque for three guineas. Ernest + folded it up with quivering fingers, and felt the blood burn in his cheeks + as he put it away in his waistcoat pocket. That accursed money! For it he + had that night sold his dearest principles! And yet, not for it, not for + it, not for it—oh, no, not for it, but for Dot and Edie! + </p> + <p> + The boy had a duplicate proof in his other hand, and Ernest saw at once + that it was his own leader, as altered and corrected by Mr. Lancaster. He + asked the boy whether he might see it; and the boy, knowing it was Ernest’s + own writing, handed it to him at once without further question. Ernest did + not dare to look at it then and there for fear he should break down + utterly before the boy; he put it for the moment into his inner pocket, + and buttoned his thin overcoat tightly around him. It was colder still in + the frosty air of early morning, and the contrast to the heated atmosphere + of the printing house struck him with ominous chill as he issued slowly + forth into the silent precincts of unpeopled Fleet Street. + </p> + <p> + It was a terrible memorable night, that awful Tuesday; the coldest night + known for many years in any English winter. Snow lay deep upon the ground, + and a few flakes were falling still from the cloudy sky, for it was in the + second week of January. The wind was drifting it in gusty eddies down the + long streets, and driving the drifts before it like whirling dust in an + August storm. Not a cab was to be seen anywhere, not even a stray hansom + crawling home from clubs or theatres; and Ernest set out with a rueful + countenance to walk as best he might alone through the snow all the way to + Holloway. It is a long and dreary trudge at any time; it seemed very long + and dreary indeed to Ernest Le Breton, with his delicate frame and weak + chest, battling against the fierce wind on a dark and snowy winter’s + night, and with the fever of a great anxiety and a great remorse silently + torturing his distracted bosom. At each step he took through the snow, he + almost fancied himself a hunted Bodahl. Would British soldiers drive those + poor savage women and children to die so of cold and hunger on their snowy + hilltops? Would English fathers and mothers, at home at their ease, + applaud the act with careless thoughtlessness as a piece of our famous + spirited foreign policy? And would his own article, written with his own + poor thin cold fingers in that day’s ‘Morning Intelligence,’ + help to spur them on upon that wicked and unnecessary war? What right had + we to conquer the Bodahls? What right had we to hold them in subjection or + to punish them for revolting? And above all, what right had he, Ernest Le + Breton, upon whose head the hereditary guilt of the first conquest ought + properly to have weighed with such personal heaviness—what right had + he, of all men, directly or indirectly, to aid or abet the English people + in their immoral and inhuman resolve? Oh, God, his sin was worse than + theirs; for they sinned, thinking they did justly; but as for him, he + sinned against the light; he knew the better, and, bribed by gold, he did + the worse. At that moment, the little slip of printed paper in his + waistcoat pocket seemed to burn through all the frosts of that awful + evening like a chain of molten steel into his very marrow! + </p> + <p> + Trudging on slowly through the white stainless snow, step by step,—snow + that cast a sheet of pure white even over the narrow lanes behind the + Farringdon Road,—cold at foot and hot at heart, he reached at last + the wide corner by the Angel at Islington. The lights in the windows were + all out long ago, of course, but the lamps outside were still flaring + brightly, and a solitary policeman was standing under one of them, trying + to warm his frozen hands by breathing rapidly on the curved and distorted + fingers. Ernest was very tired of his tramp by that time, and emboldened + by companionship he stopped awhile to rest himself in the snow and wind + under the opposite lamplight. Putting his back against the post, he drew + the altered proof of his article slowly out of his inner pocket. It had a + strange fascination for him, and yet he dreaded to look at it. With an + effort, he unfolded it in his stiff fingers, and held the paper up to the + light, regardless of the fact that the policeman was watching his + proceedings with the interest naturally due from a man of his profession + to a suspicious-looking character who was probably a convicted pickpocket. + The first sentence once more told him the worst. There was no doubt at all + about it. The three guineas in his pocket were the price of blood! + </p> + <p> + ‘The insult to British prestige in the East,’ ran that terrible + opening paragraph, ‘implied in the brief telegram which we publish + this morning from our own Correspondent at Simla, calls for a speedy and a + severe retribution. It must be washed out in blood.’ Blood, blood, + blood! The letters swam before his eyes. It was this, then, that he, the + disciple of peace-loving Max Schurz, the hater of war and conquest, the + foe of unjust British domination over inferior races—it was this + that he had helped to make plausible with his special knowledge and his + ready pen! Oh, heaven, what reparation could he make for this horrid crime + he had knowingly and wilfully committed? What could he do to avoid the + guilt of those poor savages’ blood upon his devoted head? In one + moment he thought out a hundred scenes of massacre and pillage—scenes + such as he knew only too well always precede and accompany the blessings + of British rule in distant dependencies. The temptation had been strong—the + money had been sorely wanted—there was very little food in the + house; but how could he ever have yielded to such a depth of premeditated + wickedness! He folded the piece of paper into his pocket once more, and + buried his face in his hands for a whole minute. The policeman now began + to suspect that he was not so much a pickpocket as an escaped lunatic. + </p> + <p> + And so he was, no doubt. Of course we who are practical men of the world + know very well that all this foolish feeling on Ernest Le Breton’s + part was very womanish and weak and overwrought; that he ought to have + done the work that was set before him, asking no questions for conscience’ + sake; and that he might honestly have pocketed the three guineas, letting + his supposed duty to a few naked brown people somewhere up in the Indian + hill-country take care of itself, as all the rest of us always do. But + some allowance must naturally be made for his peculiar temperament and for + his particular state of health. Consumptive people are apt to take a + somewhat hectic view of life in every way; they lack the common-sense + ballast that makes most of us able to value the lives of a few hundred + poor distant savages at their proper infinitesimal figure. At any rate, + Ernest Le Breton, as a matter of fact, rightly or wrongly, did take this + curious standpoint about things in general; and did then and there turn + back through the deep snow, all his soul burning within him, fired with + dire remorse, and filled only with one idea—how to prevent this + wicked article to which he had contributed so many facts and opinions from + getting printed in to-morrow’s paper. True, it was not he who had + put in the usual newspaper platitudes about the might of England, and the + insult to the British flag, and the immediate necessity for a stern + retaliation; but all that vapouring wicked talk (as he thought it) would + go forth to the world fortified by the value of his special facts and his + obviously intimate acquaintance with the whole past history of the Bodahl + people. So he turned back and battled once more with the wind and snow as + far as Fleet Street; and then he rushed excitedly into the ‘Morning + Intelligence’ office, and asked with the wildness of despair to see + the editor. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Lancaster had gone home an hour since, the porter said; but Mr. Wilks, + the sub-editor, was still there, superintending the printing of the paper, + and if Ernest liked, Mr. Wilks would see him immediately. + </p> + <p> + Ernest nodded assent at once, and was forthwith ushered up into Mr. Wilks’s + private sanctum. The sub-editor was a dry, grizzly-bearded man, with a + prevailing wolfish greyness of demeanour about his whole person; and he + shook Ernest’s proffered hand solemnly, in the dreary fashion that + is always begotten of the systematic transposition of night and day. + </p> + <p> + ‘For heaven’s sake, Mr. Wilks,’ Ernest cried imploringly, + ‘I want to know whether you can possibly suppress or at least alter + my leader on the Bodahl insurrection!’ + </p> + <p> + Mr. Wilks looked at him curiously, as one might look at a person who had + suddenly developed violent symptoms of dangerous insanity. ‘Suppress the + Bodahl leader,’ he said slowly like one dreaming. ‘Suppress the + Bodahl leader! Impossible! Why, it’s the largest type heading in the + whole of to-day’s paper, is this Bodahl business. “Shocking + Outrage upon a British Commissioner on the Indian Frontier. Revolt of the + Entire Bodahl Tribe. Russian Intrigue in Central Asia. Dangerous Position + of the Viceroy at Simla.” Oh, dear me, no; not to have a leader upon + THAT, my dear sir, would be simply suicidal!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But can’t you cut out my part of it, at least,’ Ernest said + anxiously. ‘Oh, Mr. Wilks, you don’t know what I’ve + suffered to-night on account of this dreadful unmerited leader. It’s + wicked, it’s unjust, it’s abominable, and I can’t bear + to think that I have had anything to do with sending it out into the world + to inflame the passions of unthinking people! Do please try to let my part + of it be left out, and only Mr. Lancaster’s, at least, be printed.’ + </p> + <p> + Mr. Wilks looked at him again with the intensest suspicion. + </p> + <p> + ‘A sub-editor,’ he answered evasively, ‘has nothing at all to + do with the politics of a paper. The editor alone manages that department + on his own responsibility. But what on earth would you have me do? I can’t + stop the machines for half an hour, can I, just to let you have the chance + of doctoring your leader? If you thought it wrong to write it, you ought + never to have written it; now it’s written it must certainly stand.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest sank into a chair, and said nothing; but he turned so deadly pale + that Mr. Wilks was fain to have recourse to a little brown flask he kept + stowed away in a corner of his desk, and to administer a prompt dose of + brandy and water. + </p> + <p> + ‘There, there,’ he said, in the kindest manner of which he was + capable, ‘what are you going to do now? You can’t be going out + again in this state and in this weather, can you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, I am,’ Ernest answered feebly. ‘I’m going to walk + home at once to Holloway.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘To Holloway!’ the sub-editor said in a tone of comparative horror. + ‘Oh! no, I can’t allow that. Wait here an hour or two till the + workmen’s trains begin running. Or, stay; Lancaster left his + brougham here for me to-night, as I have to be off early to-morrow on + business; I’ll send you home in that, and let Hawkins get me a cab + from the mews by order.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest made no resistance; and so the sub-editor sent him home at once in + Lancaster’s brougham. + </p> + <p> + When he got home in the early grey of morning, he found Edie still sitting + up for him in her chair, and wondering what could be detaining him so long + at the newspaper office. He threw himself wildly at her feet, and, in such + broken sentences as he was able to command, he told her all the pitiful + story. Edie soothed him and kissed him as he went along, but never said a + word for good or evil till he had finished. + </p> + <p> + ‘It was a terrible temptation, darling,’ she said softly: ‘a + terrible temptation, indeed, and I don’t wonder you gave way to it; + but we mustn’t touch the three guineas. As you say rightly, it’s + blood-money.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest drew the cheque slowly from his pocket, and held it hesitatingly a + moment in his hand. Edie looked at him curiously. + </p> + <p> + ‘What are you going to do with it, darling?’ she asked in a low + voice, as he gazed vacantly at the last dying embers in the little + smouldering fireplace. + </p> + <p> + ‘Nothing, Edie dearest,’ Ernest answered huskily, folding it up and + putting it away in the drawer by the window. They neither of them dared to + look the other in the face, but they had not the heart to burn it boldly. + It was blood-money, to be sure; but three guineas are really so very + useful! + </p> + <p> + Four days later, little Dot was taken with a sudden illness. Ernest and + Edie sat watching by her little cradle throughout the night, and saw with + heavy hearts that she was rapidly growing feebler. Poor wee soul, they had + nothing to keep her for: it would be better, perhaps, if she were gone; + and yet, the human heart cannot be stifled by such calm deliverances of + practical reason; it WILL let its hot emotions overcome the cold + calculations of better and worse supplied it by the unbiassed intellect. + </p> + <p> + All night long they sat there tearfully, fearing she would not live till + morning; and in the early dawn they sent round hastily for a neighbouring + doctor. They had no money to pay him with, to be sure; but that didn’t + much matter; they could leave it over for the present, and perhaps some + day before long Ernest might write another social, and earn an honest + three guineas. Anyhow, it was a question of life and death, and they could + not help sending for the doctor, whatever difficulty they might afterwards + find in paying him. + </p> + <p> + The doctor came, and looked with the usual professional seriousness at the + baby patient. Did they feed her entirely on London milk? he asked + doubtfully. Yes, entirely. Ah! then that was the sole root of the entire + mischief. She was very dangerously ill, no doubt, and he didn’t know + whether he could pull her through anyhow; but if anything would do it, it + was a change to goat’s milk. There was a man who sold goat’s + milk round the corner. He would show Ernest where to find him. + </p> + <p> + Ernest looked doubtfully at Edie, and Edie looked back again at Ernest. + One thought rose at once in both their minds. They had no money to pay for + it with, except—except that dreadful cheque. For four days it had + lain, burning a hole in Ernest’s heart from its drawer by the + window, and he had not dared to change it. Now he rose without saying a + word, and opened the drawer in a solemn, hesitating fashion. He looked + once more at Edie inquiringly; Edie nodded a faint approval. Ernest, pale + as death, put on his hat, and went out totteringly with the doctor. He + stopped on the way to change the cheque at the baker’s where they + usually dealt, and then went on to the goat’s milk shop. How that + sovereign he flung upon the counter seemed to ring the knell of his + seif-respect! The man who changed it noticed the strangeness of Ernest’s + look, and knew at once he had not come by the money honestly. He rang it + twice to make sure it was good, and then gave the change to Ernest. But + Dot, at least, was saved; that was a great thing. The milk arrived duly + every morning for some weeks, and, after a severe struggle, Dot grew + gradually better. While the danger lasted, neither of them dared think + much of the cheque; but when Dot had got quite well again, Ernest was + conscious of a certain unwonted awkwardness of manner in talking to Edie. + He knew perfectly well what it meant; they were both accomplices in crime + together. + </p> + <p> + When Ernest wrote his ‘social’ after Max Schurz’s + affair, he felt he had already touched the lowest depths of degradation. + He knew now that he had touched a still lower one. Oh! horrible abyss of + self-abasement!—he had taken the blood-money. And yet, it was to + save Dot’s life! Herbert was right, after all: quite right. Yes, + yes, all hope was gone: the environment had finally triumphed. + </p> + <p> + In the awful self-reproach of that deadly remorse for the acceptance of + the blood-money, Ernest Le Breton felt at last in his heart that surely + the bitterness of death was past. It would be better for them all to die + together than to live on through such a life of shame and misery. Ah, + Peter, Peter, you are not the only one that has denied his Lord and + Master! + </p> + <p> + And yet, Ernest Le Breton had only written part of a newspaper leader + about a small revolt of the Bodahls. And he suffered more agony for it + than many a sensitive man, even, has suffered for the commission of some + obvious crime. + </p> + <p> + ‘I say, Berkeley,’ Lancaster droned out in the lobby of their club + one afternoon shortly afterwards, ‘what on earth am I ever to do + about that socialistic friend of yours, Le Breton? I can’t ever give + him any political work again, you know. Just fancy! first, you remember, I + set him upon the Schurz imprisonment business, and he nearly went mad then + because I didn’t back up Schurz for wanting to murder the Emperor of + Russia. After that, just now the other day, I tried him on the Bodahl + business, and hang me if he didn’t have qualms of conscience about + it afterwards, and trudge back through all the snow that awful Tuesday, to + see if he couldn’t induce Wilks to stop the press, and let him cut + it all out at the last moment! He’s as mad as a March hare, you + know, and if it weren’t that I’m really sorry for him I wouldn’t + go on taking socials from him any longer. But I will; I’ll give him + work as long as he’ll do it for me on any terms; though, of course, + it’s obviously impossible under the circumstances to let him have + another go at politics, isn’t it?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You’re really awfully kind, Lancaster,’ Berkeley answered + warmly. ‘No other fellow would do as much for Le Breton as you do. I admit + he’s absolutely impracticable, but I would give more than I can tell + you if only I thought he could be made to pull through somehow.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Impracticable!’ the editor said shortly, ‘I believe you, + indeed. Why, do you remember that ridiculous Schurz business? Well, I sent + Le Breton a cheque for eight guineas for that lot, and can you credit it, + it’s remained uncashed from that day to this. I really think he must + have destroyed it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No doubt,’ Arthur answered, with a smile. ‘And the Bodahls? + What about them?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh! he kept that cheque for a few days uncashed—though I’m + sure he wanted money at the time; but in the end, I’m happy to say, + he cashed it.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur’s countenance fell ominously. + </p> + <p> + ‘He did!’ he said gloomily. ‘He cashed it! That’s bad + news indeed, then. I must go and see them to-morrow morning early. I’m + afraid they must be at the last pitch of poverty before they’d + consent to do that. And yet, Solomon says, men do not despise a thief if + he steal to satisfy his soul when he is hungry. And Le Breton, after all, + has a wife and child to think of.’ + </p> + <p> + Lancaster stared at him blankly, and turned aside to glance at the + telegrams, saying to himself meanwhile, that all these young fellows of + the new school alike were really quite too incomprehensible for a + sensible, practical man like himself to deal with comfortably. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. — DE PROFUNDIS. + </h2> + <p> + After all Ernest didn’t get many more socials to write for the + ‘Morning Intelligence,’ as it happened; for the war that came on + shortly after crowded such trifles as socials fairly out of all the + papers, and he had harder work than ever to pick up a precarious living + somehow by the most casual possible contributions. Of course he tried many + other channels; but he had few introductions, and then his views were + really so absurdly ultra that no reasonable editor could ever be expected + to put up with them. He got tired at last of seeing his well-meant papers + return to him, morning after morning, with the unvarying legend, ‘Declined + with thanks;’ and he might have gone to the wall utterly but for the + kindly interest which Arthur Berkeley still took in his and Edie’s + future. On the very day after his conversation with Lancaster at the club + Arthur dropped round casually at Holloway, and brought with him a proposal + which he said had just been made him by a colonial newsagent. It was a + transparent little ruse enough; but Ernest and Edie were not learned in + the ways of the world and did not suspect it so readily as older and wiser + heads might probably have done. Would Ernest supply a fortnightly letter, + to go by the Australian mail, to the Paramatta ‘Chronicle and News,’ + containing London political and social gossip of a commonplace kind—just + the petty chit-chat he could pick up easily out of ‘Truth’ and + the ‘World’—for the small sum of thirty shillings a + letter? + </p> + <p> + Yes, Ernest thought he could manage that. + </p> + <p> + Very well, then. The letter must be sent on alternate Wednesdays to the + colonial newsagent’s address, and it would be duly forwarded by mail + to the office of the Paramatta ‘Chronicle.’ A little + suspicious, that item, Berkeley thought, but Ernest swallowed it like a + child and made no comment. It must be addressed to ‘Paramatta, care + of Lane & Co.,’ and the payments would be made fortnightly + through the same agency. Arthur watched his friend’s face narrowly + at this point again; but Ernest in his simple-minded, unsuspecting way, + never noticed the obvious meaning of this little deception. He thanked + Arthur over and over again for his kindness, but he never guessed how far + it extended. The letters kept him employed for two days a week, or + thereabouts, and though they never got to Paramatta, nor any farther than + Arthur Berkeley’s own study in the little house he had taken for + himself at Chelsea, they were regularly paid for through the colonial + newsagents, by means of a cheque which really owed its ultimate origin to + Arthur Berkeley himself. Fifteen shillings a week is not a large fortune, + certainly; but still it is considerably better than nothing, when you come + to try both methods of living by practical experience. + </p> + <p> + Even so, however, Ernest and Edie had a hard struggle, with their habits + of life and Ernest’s delicate health, to make both ends meet upon + that modest income. They found the necessity for recourse to the imaginary + pawnbroker growing upon them with alarming rapidity; and though the few + small articles that they sent out for that purpose never really went + beyond kind Mrs. Halliss’s kitchen dresser, yet so far as Ernest and + Edie were concerned, the effect was much the same as if they had been + really pledged to the licensed broker. The good woman hid them away + carefully in the back drawers of the dresser, sending up as much money for + the poor little trinkets as she thought it at all credible that any man in + his senses could possibly advance—if she had given altogether too + much, she thought it probable that even the unsuspicious Le Bretons would + detect the kindly deception—at the time remarking to John that + ‘if ever them pore dear young creechurs was able to redeem ‘em + again, why, well an’ good; an’ if not, why, they could just + find some excuse to give ‘em back to the dear lady after pore Mr. Le + Breting was dead an’ gone, as he must be, no doubt, afore many + months was over.’ What wretched stuff that is that some + narrow-minded cynics love to talk, after their cheap moralising fashion, + about the coldness and cruelty of the world! The world is not cold and + cruel; it is brimming over everywhere with kindliness and warmth of heart; + and you have only got to put yourself into the proper circumstances in + order to call forth at once on every hand, and in all classes, its + tenderest and truest sympathies. None but selfish, unsympathetic people + themselves ever find it otherwise in the day of trouble. It is not the + world that is cold and heartless—it is not the individual members of + the world that are cruel and unkind—it is the relentless march of + circumstances—the faulty organisation which none of us can control, + and for which none of us is personally responsible, that grinds us to + powder under its Juggernaut wheels. Private kindliness is for ever trying, + feebly and unsuccessfully, but with its best efforts, to undo the evil + that general mismanagement is for ever perpetrating in its fateful course. + </p> + <p> + One day, a few weeks later, Arthur Berkeley called in again, and on the + stairs he met a child playing—a neighbour’s child whom good + Mrs. Halliss allowed to come in and amuse herself while the mother went + out charing. The girl had a bright gold object in her hand; and Arthur, + wondering how she came by it, took it from her and looked at it curiously. + He recognised it in a moment for what it was—a gold bracelet, a well + remembered gold bracelet—the very one that he himself had given as a + wedding present to poor Edie. He turned it over and looked closely at the + inside: cut into the soft gold he saw the one word ‘Frustra,’ + that he himself had carved into it with his penknife the night before the + memorable wedding. + </p> + <p> + ‘Where did you get this?’ he asked the child. + </p> + <p> + ‘Mrs. ‘Alliss give it me,’ the little one answered, beginning + to cry. + </p> + <p> + Arthur ran lightly down the steps again, and knocked at the door of Mrs. + Halliss’s kitchen, with the tell-tale bracelet in his hand. Mrs. + Halliss opened the dcor to him respectfully, and after a faint attempt at + innocent prevarication, felt bound to let out all the pitiful little + secret without further preamble. So Arthur, good, kind-hearted, + delicate-souled Arthur, took his seat sadly upon one of the hard wooden + kitchen chairs, and waited patiently while Mrs. Halliss and honest John, + in their roundabout inarticulate fashion, slowly unfolded the story how + them two pore young creechurs upstairs had been druv that low through want + of funs that Mrs. Le Breting, God bless ‘er ‘eart, ‘ad + ‘ad to pawn her poor little bits of jewelry and such like: and how + they ‘adn’t ‘ad the face to go an’ pawn it for + her, and so ‘ad locked it up in their drawers, and waited hopefully + for better times. Arthur listened to all this with an aching heart, and + went home alone to ponder on the best way of still further assisting them. + </p> + <p> + The only thing that occurred to him was a plan for giving Edie, too, a + little relief, in the way of what she might suppose to be money-getting + occupation. She used to paint a little in water-colours, he remembered, in + the old days; so he put an advertisement in a morning paper, which he got + Mrs. Halliss to show Edie, asking for drawings of orchids, the flowers to + be supplied and accurately copied by an amateur at a reasonable price. + Edie fell into the harmless friendly trap readily enough, and was duly + supplied with orchids by a florist in Regent Street, who professed to + receive his instructions from the advertiser. The pictures were all + produced in due time, and were sent to a fixed address, where a gentleman + in a hansom used to call for them at regular intervals. Arthur Berkeley + kept those poor little water-colours long afterwards locked up in a + certain drawer all by themselves: they were sacred mementoes to him of + that old hopeless love for the little Miss Butterfly of his Oxford days. + </p> + <p> + With the very first three guineas that Edie earned, carefully saved and + hoarded out of her payments for the water-colours, she insisted in the + pride of her heart that Ernest should go and visit a great London + consulting physician. Sir Antony Wraxall was the best specialist in town + on the subject of consumption, she had heard, and she was quite sure so + clever a man must do Ernest a great deal of good, if he didn’t even + permanently cure him. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s no use, Edie darling,’ Ernest said to her imploringly. + ‘You’ll only be wasting your hard-earned money. What I want is + not advice or medicine; I want what no doctor on earth can possibly give + me—relief from this terrible crushing responsibility.’ + </p> + <p> + But Edie would bear no refusal. It was HER money, she said, the first she + had ever earned in her whole life, and she should certainly do as she + herself liked with it. Sir Antony Wraxall, she was quite confident, would + soon be able to make him better. + </p> + <p> + So Ernest, overborne by her intreaties, yielded at last, and made an + appointment with Sir Antony Wraxall. He took his quarter-hour in due form, + and told the great physician all his symptoms as though he believed in the + foolish farce. Sir Antony held his head solemnly on one side, weighed him + with puritanical scrupulosity to a quarter of an ounce on his delicate + balance, listened attentively at the chest with his silver-mounted + stethoscope, and perpended the net result of his investigation with + professional gravity; then he gave Edie his full advice and opinion to the + maximum extent of five minutes. + </p> + <p> + ‘Your husband’s case is not a hopeful one, Mrs. Le Breton,’ he + said solemnly, ‘but still, a great deal may be done for him.’ + Edie’s face brightened visibly. ‘With care, his life may be + prolonged for many years,—I may even say, indeed, quite + indefinitely.’ Edie smiled with joy and gratitude. ‘But you + must strictly observe my rules and directions—the same that I’ve + just given in a similar case to the Crown Prince of Servia who was here + before you. In the first place, your husband must give up work altogether. + He must be content to live perfectly and absolutely idle. Then, secondly, + he must live quite away from England. I should recommend the Engadine in + summer, and Algeria or the Nile trip every winter; but, if that’s + beyond your means—and I understand from Mr. Le Breton that you’re + in somewhat straitened circumstances—I don’t object to + Catania, or Malaga, or even Mentone and the Riviera. You can rent + furnished villas for very little on the Riviera. But he must in no case + come farther north, even in summer, than the Lake of Geneva. That, I + assure you, is quite indispensable, if he wishes to live another + twelvemonth. Take him south at once, in a coupé-lit of course, and break + the journey once or twice at Lyons and Marseilles. Next, as to diet, he + must live generously—very generously. Don’t let him drink + claret; claret’s poor sour stuff; a pint of good champagne daily, or + a good, full-bodied, genial vintage Burgundy would be far better and more + digestible for him. Oysters, game, sweetbreads, red mullet, any little + delicacy of that sort as much as possible. Don’t let him walk; let + him have carriage exercise daily; you can hire carriages for a mere trifle + monthly at Cannes and Mentone. Above all things, give him perfect freedom + from anxiety. Allow him to concentrate his whole attention on the act of + getting well, and you’ll find he’ll improve astonishingly in + no time. But if you keep him here in England and feed him badly and + neglect my directions, I can’t answer for his getting through + another winter....Don’t disturb yourself, I beg of you; don’t, + pray, give way to tears; there is really no occasion for it, my dear + madam, no occasion for it at all, if you’ll only do as I tell + you....Quite right, thank you. Good morning.—Next case, McFarlane.—Good + morning. Good morning.’ + </p> + <p> + So that was the end of weeping little Edie’s poor hardly-spared + three guineas. + </p> + <p> + The very next day Arthur Berkeley happened to mount the stairs quietly, at + an earlier hour than usual, and knocked at the door of Ernest’s + lodging. There was no answer, so he turned the handle, and entered by + himself. The remains of breakfast lay upon the table. Arthur did not want + to spy, but he couldn’t help remarking that these remains were + extremely meagre and scanty. Half a loaf of bread stood upon a solitary + plate in the centre; a teapot and two cups occupied one side; and—that + was all. In spite of himself, he couldn’t restrain his curiosity, + and he looked more closely at the knives and plates. Not a mark of + anything but crumbs upon them, not even butter! He looked into the cups. + Nothing but milkless tea at the bottom! Yes, the truth was only too + evident; they had had no meat for breakfast, no butter, no milk, no sugar; + it was quite clear that the meal had consisted entirely of dry bread with + plain tea—call it hot water—and that for a dying man and a + delicate over-worked lady! Arthur looked at that pitiable breakfast-table + with a twinge of remorse, and the tears rose sharply and involuntarily + into his eyes. He had not done enough for them, then; he had not done + enough for them. + </p> + <p> + Poor little Miss Butterfly! and had it really come to this! You, so + bright, so light, so airy, in want, in positive want, in hunger even, with + your good, impossible, impracticable Ernest! Had it come to this! Bread + and water; dry bread and water! Down tears, down; a man must be a man; + but, oh, what a bitter sight for Arthur Berkeley! And yet, what could he + do to mend it? Money they would not take; he dare not even offer it; and + he was at his wit’s end for any other contrivance for serving them + without their knowledge. He must do what he could; but how he was to do + it, he couldn’t imagine. + </p> + <p> + As he stood there, ruminating bitterly over that poor bare table, he + thought he heard sounds above, as of Edie coming downstairs with Dot on + her shoulder. He knew she would not like to know that he had surprised the + secret of their dire poverty; and he turned silently and cautiously to + descend the stair. There was only just time enough to get away, for Edie + was even then opening the door of the nursery. Noiselessly, with cat-like + tread, he crept down the steps once more, and heard Edie descending, and + singing as she came down to Dot. It was a plaintive little song, in a sad + key—a plaintive little song of his own—but not wholly + distressful, Arthur thought; she could still sing, then, to her baby! With + the hot tears rising a second time to his eyes, he groped his way to the + foot of the staircase. There he brushed them hurriedly aside with his + hand, and turned out into the open street. The children were playing and + tumbling in the sun, and a languid young man in a faultless frock coat and + smooth silk hat was buying a showy button-hole flower from the little + suburban florist’s opposite. + </p> + <p> + With a heavy heart Arthur Berkeley turned homeward to his own cosy little + cottage; that modest palace of art which he had once hoped little Miss + Butterfly might have shared with him. He went up the steps, and turned + quickly into his own small study. The Progenitor was there, sitting + reading in an easy-chair. ‘At least,’ Arthur thought to + himself, ‘I have made HIS old age happy. If I could only do as much + for little Miss Butterfly! for little Miss Butterfly! for little Miss + Butterfly! If I could only do as much for her, oh, how happy and contented + I should be!’ + </p> + <p> + He flung himself down on his own sofa, and brushed big eyes nervously with + his handkerchief before he dared lookup again towards the Progenitor. + ‘Father,’ he said, clutching his watchchain hard and playing + with it nervously to keep down his emotion, ‘I’m afraid those + poor Le Bretons are in an awfully bad way. I’m afraid, do you know, + that they actually haven’t enough to eat! I went into their rooms + just now, and, would you believe it, I found nothing on the table for + breakfast but dry bread and tea!’ + </p> + <p> + The Progenitor looked up quietly from the volume of Morley’s ‘Voltaire’ + which he was at that moment placidly engaged in devouring. ‘Nothing + but dry bread and tea,’ he said, in what seemed to Arthur a horribly + unconcerned tone. ‘Really, hadn’t they? Well, I dare say they + ARE very badly off, poor people. But after all, you know, Artie, they can’t + be really poor, for Le Breton told me himself he was generally earning + fifteen shillings or a pound a week, and that, you see, is really for + three people a very good income, now isn’t it?’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur, delicate-minded, gentle, chivalrous Arthur, gazed in surprise and + sudden distress at that dear, good, unselfish old father of his. How + extraordinary that the kindly old man couldn’t grasp the full horror + of the situation! How strange that he, who would himself have been so + tender, so considerate, so womanly in his care and sympathy towards + anything that seemed to him like real poverty or real suffering, should + have been so blinded by his long hard workingman life towards the peculiar + difficulties and trials of classes other than his own as not to recognise + the true meaning of that dreadful disclosure! Arthur was not angry with + him—he felt too fully at that moment what depths of genuine silent + hardship uncomplainingly endured were implied in the stoically calm frame + of mind which could treat Edie Le Breton’s penury of luxuries as a + comparatively slight matter: after all, his father was right at bottom; + such mere sentimental middle-class poverty is as nothing to the privations + of the really poor; yet he could not help feeling a little disappointed + for all that. He wanted sympathy in his pity, and he could clearly expect + none here. ‘Why, father,’ he cried bitterly, ‘you don’t + throw yourself into the position as you ought to do. A pound a week, paid + regularly, would be a splendid income of course for people brought up like + you or me. But just consider how those two young people have been brought + up! Consider their wants and their habits! Consider the luxury they have + been accustomed to! And then think of their being obliged to want now + almost for food in their last extremity!’ + </p> + <p> + His father answered in the same quiet tone—not hardly, but calmly, + as though he were discussing a problem in political economy instead of the + problem of Edie Le Breton’s happiness—‘Well, you see, it’s + all a matter of the standard of comfort. These two friends of yours have + been brought up above their future; and now that they’re got to come + down to their natural level, why, of course, they feel it, depend upon it, + they feel it. Their parents, of course, shouldn’t have accustomed + them to a style of life above their station. Good dry bread, not too + stale, does nobody any harm: still, I dare say they don’t like + coming down to it. But bless your heart, Artie, if you’d seen the + real want and poverty that I’ve seen, my boy—the actual hunger + and cold and nakedness that I’ve known honest working people brought + down to by no work, and nothing but the House open before them, or not + that even, you wouldn’t think so much of the sentimental grievances + of people who are earning fifteen shillings a week in ease and comfort.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But, Father,’ Arthur went on, scarcely able to keep down the rising + tone of indignation at such seeming heartlessness, ‘Ernest doesn’t + earn even that always. Sometimes he earns nothing, or next to nothing; and + it’s the uncertainty and insecurity that tells upon them even more + than the poverty itself. Oh, Father, Father, you who have always been so + good and kind, I never heard you speak so cruelly about anyone before as + you’re speaking now about that poor, friendless, helpless, + penniless, heart-broken little woman!’ + </p> + <p> + The old shoemaker caught at the word suddenly, and looking him through and + through with an unexpected gleam of discovery, laid down the life of + Voltaire on the table with a bang, and sat straight upright in his chair, + nodding his head, and muttering slowly to himself, ‘Little woman—he + said “little woman!” Poor Artie, Poor Artie!’ in a tone + of inexpressible pity. At last he turned to Arthur and cried with a voice + of womanly tenderness, ‘My boy, my boy, I didn’t know before + it was the lassie you were thinking of; I thought it was only poor young + Le Breton. I see it all now; I’ve surprised your secret; you’ve + let it out to me without knowing it. Oh, Artie, if that’s She, I’m + sorry for her, and I’m sorry for you, my boy, from the bottom of my + heart. If that’s She, Artie, we’ll put our heads together, and + see what plan we can manage to save her from what she has never been + accustomed to. Don’t think too hardly of your old Progenitor, Artie; + he hasn’t mixed with these people all his life, and learned to + sympathise with them as you’ve done, my son; he doesn’t + understand them or know their troubles as you do: but if that’s her + that you told me about one day, we shall find the means to make her happy + and comfortable yet, if we have to starve for it. Dear Arthur, do not + think I could be harsh or unfeeling for a moment to the woman that you + ever once in passing fixed your heart upon. Let’s talk it over and + think it over, and sooner or later we’ll surely find the way to + accomplish it.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. — PRECONTRACT OF MARRIAGE. + </h2> + <p> + Whether Ronald Le Breton’s abstruse speculations on the theory of + heredity were well founded or not, it certainly did happen, at any rate, + that the more he saw of Selah Briggs the better he liked her; and the more + Selah saw of him the better she liked him in return. Curiously enough, + too, Selah did actually recognise in him what he fancied he recognised in + himself, that part of his brother’s nature (not all wholly assumed) + which was just what Selah had first been drawn to admire in Herbert + himself. It wasn’t merely the originality of his general point of + view: it was something more deep-seated and undefinable than that—in + a word, his idiosyncrasy. Selah Briggs, with her peculiar fiery soul and + rebellious nature, found in both the Le Bretons something that seemed at + once to satisfy her wants, to fulfil her desires, to saturate her + affinities: and with Ronald, as with Herbert before, she was conscious of + a certain awe and respect which was all the more pleasant to her because + her untamed spirit had never felt anything like it with any other human + being. She didn’t understand them, and she didn’t want to + understand them: that constituted just the very charm of their whole + personality to her peculiar fancy. All the other people she had ever met + were as transparent as glass, for good or for evil; she could see through + all their faults and virtues as easily as one sees through a window: the + Le Bretons were to her inscrutable, novel, incomprehensible, inexplicable, + and she prized them for their very inscrutability. And so it came to pass, + that almost by a process of natural and imperceptible transference, she + passed on at last to Ronald’s account very much the same intensity + of feeling that she had formerly felt towards his brother Herbert. + </p> + <p> + But at the same time, Selah never for a moment let him see it. She was too + proud to confess now that she could ever love another man: the Mr. Walters + she had once believed in had never, never, never existed: and she would + raise no other idol in future to take the place of that vanished ideal. + She was grateful to Ronald, and even fond of him: but that was + all-outwardly at least. She never let him see, by word or act, that in her + heart of hearts she was beginning to love him. And yet Ronald + instinctively knew it. He himself could not have told you why; but he knew + it. Even a woman cannot hide a secret from a man with that peculiarly + penetrating intuitive temperament which belongs to sensitive, delicate + types like Ronald Le Breton’s. + </p> + <p> + One Sunday evening, when Selah had been spending a few hours at Edie’s + lodgings (Ronald always made it an excuse for finding them a supper, on + the ground that Selah was really his guest, though he could not + conveniently ask her to his own rooms), he walked home towards Notting + Hill with Selah; and as they crossed the Regent’s Park, he took the + opportunity to say something to her that he had had upon his mind for a + few weeks past, in some vague, indefinite, half-unconscious fashion. + </p> + <p> + ‘Selah,’ he began, a little timidly, ‘don’t you think it’s + very probable we shan’t have Ernest here much longer with us?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid it is, Ronald,’ Selah answered. She had got quite + accustomed now to calling him Ronald. With such a poor, weak, sickly + fellow as that, why really, after all, it did not much matter. + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Selah,’ Ronald went on, gravely, his eyes filling with tears + as he spoke, ‘in that case, you know, I can’t think what’s + to become of poor Edie. It’s a dreadful contingency to talk about, + Selah, and I can’t bear talking about it; but we MUST face these + things, however terrible, mustn’t we? and in this case one’s + absolutely bound to face it for poor Edie’s sake as well as for + Ernest’s. Selah, she must have a home to go to, when dear Ernest’s + taken from us.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m very sorry for her, Ronald,’ Selah answered, with unusual + softness of manner, ‘but I really don’t see how a home can + possibly be provided for her.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I do,’ Ronald answered, more calmly; ‘and for their sakes, + Selah, I want you to help me in trying to provide it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘How?’ Selah asked, looking up in his face curiously, as they passed + into a ray of lamplight. + </p> + <p> + ‘Listen, Selah, and I’ll tell you. Why, by marrying me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Never?’ Selah answered, firmly, and with a decided tinge of the old + Adam in her trembling voice. ‘Never, Ronald! Never, never, never!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Wait a minute, Selah,’ Ronald pleaded, ‘till you’ve + heard the end of what I have to say to you. Consider that when dear Ernest’s + gone (oh! Selah, you must excuse me; it makes me cry so to think of it), + there’ll be nowhere on earth for poor little Edie and Dot to go to.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Did ever a man propose to a girl so extraordinarily in all this world,’ + Selah thought to herself, angrily. ‘He actually expects me to marry + him in order to provide a home for his precious sister-in-law. That’s + really carrying unselfishness a step too far, I call it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Edie couldn’t come and live with me, of course,’ Ronald went + on, quickly, ‘if I were a bachelor; but if I were married, why then, + naturally, she and Dot could come and live with us; and she could earn a + little money somehow, no doubt; and, at any rate, it’d be better for + her than starvation.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah stopped a minute, and tapped the hard ground two or three times + angrily with the point of her umbrella. ‘And me, Ronald?’ she + said in a curious defiant voice. ‘And ME? I suppose you’ve + forgotten all about ME. You don’t ask me to marry you because you + love me; you don’t ask me whether I love you or not; you only + propose to me that I should quietly turn domestic housekeeper for Mrs. + Ernest Le Breton. And for my part, I answer you plainly, once for all, + that I’m not going to do it—no, never, never, never!’ + </p> + <p> + She spoke haughtily, flashing her eyes at him in the fierce old fashion, + and Ronald was almost frightened at the angry intensity of her + contemptuous gestures. ‘Selah,’ he cried, trying to take her + hand, which she tore away from him hurriedly: ‘Selah, you + misunderstand me. I only approached the subject that way because I didn’t + want to seem overweening and presumptuous. It’s a very great piece + of vanity, it seems to me, for any man to ask a woman whether she loves + him. I’m too conscious of all my own faults and failings, Selah, to + venture upon asking you ever to love me; but I do love you, Selah, I’m + sure I do love you; and I hoped, I somehow fancied—it may have been + mere fancy, but I DID imagine—that I detected, I can’t say + how, that you did really love me, too, just a very very little. Oh, Selah, + it’s because I really love you that I ask you whether you’ll + marry me, such as I am; I know I’m a poor sort of person to marry, + but I ventured to hope you might love me just a little for all that.’ + </p> + <p> + He looked so frail and gentle as he stood there pleading in the pale + moonlight, that Selah could have taken him to her bosom then and there and + fondled him as one would pet a sick child, for pure womanliness; but the + devil in her blood kept her from doing it, and she answered haughtily, + instead: ‘Ronald, if you wanted to marry me, you ought to have asked + me for my own sake. Now that you’ve asked me for another’s, + you can’t expect me to give you an answer. Keep your money, my poor + boy; you’ll want it all for you and her hereafter; don’t go + sharing it and spending it on perfect strangers such as me. And don’t + go talking to me again about this business as long as your sister-in-law + is unprovided for. I’m not going to take the bread out of her mouth, + and I’m not going to marry a man who doesn’t utterly and + entirely love me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But I do,’ Ronald answered, earnestly; ‘I do, Selah; I love + you truly and faithfully from the very bottom of my heart.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Leave off, Roland,’ Selah said in the same angry tone. ‘If + you ever talk to me of this again, I give you my word of honour about it, + I’ll never speak another word to you.’ + </p> + <p> + And Ronald, who deeply respected the sanctity of a promise, were it only a + threat, bided his time, and said no more about it for the present. + </p> + <p> + Next day, as Ronald sat reading in his own rooms, he was much surprised at + hearing a well-known voice at the door, inquiring with some asperity + whether Mr. Le Breton was at home. He listened to the voice in intense + astonishment. It was his mother’s. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ronald,’ Lady Le Breton began, the moment she had been shown into + his little sitting-room, ‘I didn’t think, after your + undutiful, ungrateful conduct—with that abominable woman, too—that + I should ever have come to see you, unless you came first, as you ought + clearly to do, and begged my pardon penitently for your disgraceful + behaviour. It’s hard, I know, to acknowledge oneself in the wrong, + but every Christian ought to be above vindictiveness and obstinate + self-will; and I expect you, therefore, sooner or later, to come and ask + forgiveness for your dreadful unkindness to me. Till then, as I said, I + didn’t expect to call upon you in any way. But I’ve felt + compelled to-day to come and speak to you about a matter of duty, and as a + matter of duty strictly I regard it, not as any relaxation of my just + attitude of indignant expectancy towards yourself; no parent ought rightly + to overlook such conduct as yours on the part of a son.’ Ronald + inclined his head respectfully. ‘Well, what I’ve come to speak to + you about to-day, Ronald, is about your poor misguided brother Ernest. He, + too, as you know, has behaved very badly to me.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No,’ Ronald answered stoutly, without further note or comment. + Where the matter touched himself only he could maintain a decent silence, + but where it touched poor dying Ernest he couldn’t possibly restrain + himself, even from a sense of filial obligation. + </p> + <p> + ‘Very badly to me,’ Lady Le Breton went on sternly, without in any + way noticing the brief interruption, ‘and I can’t, of course, + go to see him either, especially not as I should by so doing expose myself + to meeting the person whom he has chosen to make his wife. Still, as I + hear that Ernest a in a very serious or even dangerous condition——’ + </p> + <p> + ‘He’s dying,’ Ronald answered, the quick tears once more + finding the easy road to his eyes as usual. + </p> + <p> + ‘I considered, as a mother, it was my duty to warn him to take a little + thought about his soul.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘His soul!’ Ronald exclaimed in astonishment. ‘Ernest’s + soul! Why, mother, dear Ernest has no need to look after his soul. He + doesn’t take that sordid, petty, limited view of our relations with + eternity, and of our relations with the Infinite, which makes them all + consist of the miserable, selfish, squalid desire to save our own poor + personal little souls at all hazards. Ernest has something better and + nobler to think of, I can assure you, than such a mere self-centred idea + as that.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Ronald!’ Lady Breton exclaimed, drawing herself up with much + dignity; ‘how on earth you, who have always pretended to be a + religious person, can utter such a shocking and wicked sentiment as that, + really passes my comprehension. What in the world is religion for, I + should like to know, if it isn’t to teach us how to save our own + souls? But the particular thing I want to speak to you about is just this: + couldn’t you manage to induce Ernest to see the Archdeacon a little, + and let the Archdeacon speak to him about his deplorable spiritual + condition? I thought about you both so much at church yesterday, when the + dear Archdeacon was preaching such a beautiful sermon; his text was like + this, as far as I can remember it. “There is a way that seemeth + right unto a man, but the end thereof are the ways of death.” I + couldn’t help thinking all the time of my own two poor rebellious + boys, and of the path that their misguided notions were leading them on. + For I believe Ernest does really somehow persuade himself that he’s + in the right—it’s inconceivable, but it’s the fact; and + I’m afraid the end thereof will be the ways of death; and then, as + the dear Archdeacon said, “After death the judgment.” Oh, + Ronald, when I think of your poor dear brother Ernest’s open + unbelief, it makes me tremble for his future, so that I couldn’t + rest upon my bed until I’d been to see you and urged you to go and + try to save him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Mother,’ Ronald said with that tone in which he was well accustomed + to answering Lady Le Breton’s religious harangues; ‘I don’t + think you need feel any uneasiness whatever on dear Ernest’s + account, so far as all that’s concerned. What does HE want with + saving his soul, mother? “Whosoever will save his life shall lose + it.” Remember what is written: “Not every one that saith unto + me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven.”’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But, Ronald,’ Lady Le Breton continued, half angrily, ‘consider + his unbelief, his dreadful opinions, his errors of doctrine! How on earth + can we be happy about him when we think of those?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t think, Mother,’ Ronald answered gently, ‘that + Infinite Justice and Infinite Love take much account of a man’s + opinions. They take account of his life and soul only, not of the + correctness of his propositions in dogmatic theology; “Other sheep + have I which are not of this fold—them also must I bring.”’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It seems to me, Ronald,’ Lady Le Breton rejoined coldly, ‘that + you don’t in the least care for whatever is most distinctive and + characteristic in the whole of Christian doctrine. You talk so very very + differently on religious subjects from that dear, good, excellent + Archdeacon.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. — A GLEAM OF SUNSHINE. + </h2> + <p> + Lady Hilda Tregellis rang the bell resolutely. ‘I shall have no more + nonsense about it,’ she said to herself in her most decisive and + determined manner. ‘Whether mamma wishes it or not, I shall go and + see them this very day without another word upon the subject.’ + </p> + <p> + The servant answered the bell and stood waiting for his orders by the + doorway. + </p> + <p> + ‘Harris, will you tell Jenkins at once that I shall want the carriage at + half-past eleven?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Yes, my lady.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘All right then. That’ll do. Don’t stand staring at me there + like an image, but go this minute and do as I tell you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Beg pardon, my lady, but her ladyship said she wanted the carriage + herself at twelve puncshual.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘She can’t have it, then, Harris. That’s all. Go and give my + message to Jenkins at once, and I’ll settle about the carriage with + my lady myself.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘She’s the rummest young lady ever I come across,’ the man + murmured to himself in a dissatisfied fashion, as he went down the stairs + again: ‘but there, it’s none of my business, thank goodness. + The places and the people she does go and hunt up when she’s got the + fit on are truly ridic’lous: blest if she didn’t acshally make + Mr. Jenkins drive her down into Camberwell the other mornin’, to see + ‘ow the poor lived, she said; as if it mattered tuppence to us in our + circles of society ‘ow the poor live. I wonder what little game she’s + up to now? Well, well, what the aristocracy is coming to in these days is + more’n I can fathom, as sure as my name’s William ‘Arris.’ + </p> + <p> + The little game that Lady Hilda was up to that morning was one that a + gentleman in Mr. Harris’s position was certainly hardly like to + appreciate or sympathise with. + </p> + <p> + The evening before, she had met Arthur Berkeley once more at a small At + Home, and had learned from him full particulars as to the dire straits + into which the poor Le Bretons had finally fallen. Now, Hilda Tregellis + was a kind-hearted girl at bottom, and when she heard all about it, she + said at once to Arthur, ‘I shall go and see them myself to-morrow, + Mr. Berkeley, whether mamma allows me or not.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What good will it do?’ Arthur had answered her quickly. ‘You + can’t find work for poor Le Breton, can you? and of course if you + can’t do that you can be of no earthly use in any way to the poor + creatures.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t know about that,’ Hilda responded warmly. ‘Sympathy’s + always something, isn’t it, Mr. Berkeley? Nobody ought to know that + better than you do. Besides, there’s no saying when one may happen + to turn up useful. Of course, I’ve never been of the slightest use + to anybody in all my life, myself, I know, and I dare say I never shall + be, but at least there’s no harm in trying, is there? I’m on + speaking terms with such an awful lot of people, all of them rich and many + of them influential—Parliament, and Government offices, and all that + sort of nonsense, you know—people who have no end of things to give + away, and can’t tell who on earth they’d better give them to, + for fear of offending all the others, that I might possibly hear of + something or other.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid, Lady Hilda,’ Berkeley answered smiling, ‘none + of those people would have anything to offer that could possibly be of the + slightest use to poor Le Breton. If he’s to be saved at all, he must + be saved in his own time and by his own methods. For my own part, I don’t + see what conceivable chance of success in life there is left for him. You + can’t imagine a man like him making money and living comfortably. It’s + a tragedy—all the dramas of real life always ARE tragedies; but I’m + terribly afraid there’s no conceivable way out of it.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda only looked at him with bold good humour. ‘Nonsense,’ + she said bravely. ‘All pure rubbishing pessimistic nonsense. (I hope + pessimistic’s the right word—it’s a very good word, + anyhow, even if it isn’t in the proper place.) Well, I don’t + agree with you at all about this question, Mr. Berkeley. I’m very + fond of Mr. Le Breton, really very fond of him; and I believe there’s + a corner somewhere for every man if only he can jog down properly into his + own corner instead of being squeezed forcibly into somebody else’s. + The worst of it is, all the holes are round, and Mr. Le Breton’s a + square man, I allow: he wants all the angles cutting down off him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But you can’t cut them off; that’s the very trouble,’ + Arthur answered, with just a faint rising suspicion that he was half + jealous of the interest Hilda showed even in poor lonely Ernest Le Breton. + Gracious heavens! could he be playing false at last to the long-cherished + memory of little Miss Butterfly? could he be really beginning to fall just + a little in love, after all, with this bold beautiful Lady Hilda + Tregellis? He didn’t know, and yet he somehow hardly liked himself + to think it. And while Edie was still so poor too! + </p> + <p> + ‘No, you can’t cut them off; I know that perfectly well,’ + Hilda rejoined quickly. ‘I wouldn’t care twopence for him if I + thought you could. It’s the angles that give him all his charming + delicious originality. But you can look out a square hole for him + somewhere, you know, and that of course would be a great deal better. + Depend upon it, Mr. Berkeley, there are square holes up and down in the + world, if only we knew where to look for them; and the mistake that + everybody has made in poor Mr. Le Breton’s case has been that + instead of finding one to suit him, they’ve gone on trying to poke + him down anyhow by main force into one of the round ones. That goes + against the grain, you know; besides which I call it a clear waste of the + very valuable solid mahogany corners.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley looked at her silently for a moment, as if a gleam of + light had burst suddenly in upon him. Then he said to her slowly and + deliberately, ‘Perhaps you’re right, Lady Hilda, though I + never thought of it quite in that light before. But one thing certainly + strikes me now, and that is that you’re a great deal cleverer after + all than I ever thought you.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda made a little mock curtsey. ‘It’s very good of you + to say so,’ she answered, half-saucily. ‘Only the compliment + is rather double-edged, you must confess, because it implies that up to + now you’ve had a dreadfully low opinion of my poor little + intelligence.’ + </p> + <p> + So after that conversation Lady Hilda made up her mind that she would + certainly go the very next day and call as soon as possible upon Edie Le + Breton. Nobody could tell what good might possibly come of it; but at + least there could come no harm. And so, when the carriage drew up it the + door at half-past eleven, Hilda Tregellis stepped into it with a vague + consciousness of an important mission, and ordered Jenkins to drive at + once to the side street in Holloway, whose address Arthur Berkeley had + last night given her. Jenkins touched his hat with mechanical respect, but + inwardly wondered what the dickens my lady would think if only she came to + know of these ‘ere extrornary goin’s on. + </p> + <p> + At the door of the lodgings Hilda alighted and rang the bell herself. Good + Mrs. Halliss opened the door, and answered quickly that Mrs. Le Breton was + at home. Her woman’s eye detected at once the coronet on the + carriage, and she was ready to burst with delight when the tall visitor + handed her a card for Edie, bearing the name of Lady Hilda Tregellis. It + was almost the first time that Edie had had any lady callers; certainly + the first time she had had any of such social distinction; and Mrs. + Halliss made haste to usher her up in due form, and then ran down hastily + to communicate the good news to honest John, who in his capacity of past + coachman was already gazing out of the area window with deep interest at + the carriage and horses. + </p> + <p> + ‘There, John dear,’ she cried, with tears of joy in her eyes, + forgetting in her excitement to drat the man for not being in the back + kitchen, ‘to think that we should see a carriage an’ pair like + that there a-drawin’ up in front of out own very ‘ouse, and + Lady ‘Ilder Tergellis, or summat o’ the sort, a-comin’ ‘ere + to see that dear little lady in the parlour, why, it’s enough to + make one’s ‘eart burst, nearly, just you see now if it reelly isn’t. + You could a’ knocked me down with a feather, a’most, when that + there Lady ‘Ilder ‘anded me ‘er curd, and asked so sweet-like + if Mrs. Le Breting was at ‘ome. Mr. Le Breting’s people is + comin’ round, you may be sure of it; ‘is mother’s a lady + of title, that much we know for certing; and she wouldn’t go and let + ‘er own flesh an’ blood die ‘ere of downright poverty, + as they’re like to do and won’t let us ‘elp it, pore + dears, without sendin’ round to inquire and assist ‘em. Married + against ‘er will, I understand, from what that dear Mr. Berkeley, + bless ‘is kind ‘eart, do tell me; not as I can believe ‘e + married beneath ‘im, no, not no ways; for a sweeter, dearer, nicer + little lady than our Mrs. Le Breting I never did, an’ that I tell + you. Sweeter manners you never did see yourself, John, for all you’ve + lived among the aristocracy: an’ I always knew ‘is people ‘ud + come round at last, and do what was right by ‘im. An’ you may + depend upon it, John, this ‘ere Lady ‘Ilder’s one of his + relations, an’ she’s come round on a message from Lady Le + Breting, to begin a reconciliation. And though we should be sorry to lose + ‘em, as ‘as stood by ‘em through all their troubles, I’m + glad to ‘ear it, John, that I am, for I can’t a-bear to see + that dear young fellow a-eatin’ ‘is life out with care and + anxiety.’ And Mrs. Halliss, who had always felt convinced in her own + mind that Ernest must really be the unacknowledged heir to a splendid + fortune, began to wipe her eyes violently in her delight at this evident + realisation of her wildest fancies and wishes. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile, upstairs in the little parlour, Edie had risen in some + trepidation as Mrs. Halliss placed in her hands Lady Hilda Tregellis’s + card. Ernest was out, gone to walk feebly around the streets of Holloway, + and she hardly knew at first what to say to so unexpected a visitor. But + Lady Hilda put her almost at her ease at once by coming up to her with + both her arms outstretched, as to an old friend, and saying, with one of + her pleasantest smiles: + </p> + <p> + ‘You must forgive me, Mrs. Le Breton, for never having come to call on you + before; but I have been long meaning to, and doubting whether you would + care to see me or not. You know, I’m a very old friend of your + husband’s—he was SO kind to me always when he was down at our + place in dear old Devonshire. (You’re a Devonshire girl yourself, + aren’t you? just as I am. I thought so. I’m so glad of it. I + always get on so well with the dear old Devonshire folk.) Well, I’ve + been meaning to come for ever so long, and putting it off, and putting it + off, and putting it off, as one WILL put things off, you know, when you’re + not quite sure about them, until last evening. And then our friend, Mr. + Arthur Berkeley, who knows everybody, talked to me about your husband and + you, and told me he thought you wouldn’t mind my coming to see you, + for he fancied you hadn’t much society up here that you cared for or + sympathised with: though, of course, I’m dreadfully afraid of coming + to call upon you, because I know you’re the sister of that very + clever Mr. Oswald, whose sad death we were all so sorry to hear about in + the papers; and naturally, as you’ve lived so much with him and with + Mr. Le Breton, you must be so awfully learned and all that sort of thing, + and no doubt despise ignorant people like myself dreadfully. But you + really mustn’t despise me, Mrs. Le Breton, because, you see, I haven’t + had all the advantages that you’ve had; indeed, the only clever + people I’ve ever met in all my life are your husband and Mr. Arthur + Berkeley, except, of course, Cabinet ministers and so forth, and they don’t + count, because they’re political, and so very old, and solemn, and + grand, and won’t take any notice of us girls, except to sit upon us. + So that’s what’s made me rather afraid to call upon you, + because I thought you’d be quite too much in the higher education + way for a girl like me; and I haven’t got any education at all, + except in rubbish, as your husband used always to tell me. And now I want + you to tell me all about Mr. Le Breton, and the baby—Dot, you call + her, Mr. Berkeley told me—and yourself, too; for, though I’ve + never seen you before, I feel, of course, like an old friend of the + family, having known your husband so very intimately.’ + </p> + <p> + Lady Hilda designedly delivered all this long harangue straight off + without a break, in her go-ahead, breathless, voluble fashion, because she + felt sure Edie wouldn’t feel perfectly at her ease at first, and she + wanted to give her time to recover from the first foolish awe of that + meaningless prefix, Lady. Moreover, Lady Hilda, in spite of her offhand + manner was a good psychologist, and a true woman: and she had concocted + her little speech on the spur of the moment with some cleverness, so as + just to suit her instinctive reading of Edie’s small personal + peculiarities. She saw in a moment that that slight, pale, delicate girl + was lost in London, far from her own home and surroundings; and that the + passing allusion to their common Devonshire origin would please and + conciliate her, as it always does with the clannish, warm-hearted, + simple-minded West Country folk. Then again, the deft hints as to their + friendship with Arthur Berkeley, as to Ernest’s stay at Dunbude, and + as to her own fear lest Edie should be too learned for her, all tended to + bring out whatever points of interest they had together: while the casual + touch about poor Harry’s reputation, and the final mention of little + Dot by name, completed the conquest of Edie’s simple, gentle little + woman’s heart. So this was the great Lady Hilda Tregellis, she + thought, of whom she had heard so much, and whom she had dreaded so + greatly as a grand rival! Why, after all, she was exactly like any other + Devonshire girl in Calcombe Pomeroy, except, perhaps, that she was easier + to get on with, and smiled a great deal more pleasantly than ten out of a + dozen. + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s very kind indeed of you to come,’ Edie answered, smiling + back as well as she was able the first moment that Lady Hilda allowed her + a chance to edge in a word sideways. ‘Ernest will be so very very + sorry that he’s missed you when he comes in. He’s spoken to me + a great deal about you ever so many times.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘No, has he really?’ Lady Hilda asked quickly, with unmistakable + interest and pleasure. ‘Well, now, I’m so glad of that, for to + tell you the truth, Mrs. Le Breton, though he was really always very kind + to me, and so patient with all my stupidity, I more than half fancied he + didn’t exactly like me. In fact, I was dreadfully afraid he thought + me a perfect nuisance. I’m so sorry he isn’t in, because the + truth is, I came partly to see him as well as to see you, and I should be + awfully disappointed if I had to miss him. Where’s he gone, if I may + ask? Perhaps I may be able to wait and see him.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Oh, he’s only out walking somewhere—ur—somewhere about + Holloway,’ Edie answered, half blushing at the nature of their + neighbourhood, and glancing round the little room to see how it was likely + to strike so grand a person as Lady Hilda Tregellis. + </p> + <p> + Hilda noticed the glance, and made as if she did not notice it. Her heart + had begun to warm at once to this poor, pale, eager-looking little woman, + who had had the doubtful happiness of winning Ernest Le Breton’s + love. ‘Then I shall certainly wait and see him, Mrs. Le Breton.’ + she said cordially. ‘What a dear cosy little room you’ve got + here, to be sure. I do so love those nice bright little cottage parlours, + with their pretty pots of flowers and cheerful furniture—so much + warmer and more comfortable, you know, than the great dreary empty barns + that most people go and do penance by living in. If ever I marry—which + I don’t suppose I ever shall do, for nobody’ll have me, I’m + sorry to say: at least, nobody but stupid people in the peerage, Algies + and Berties and Monties I always call them—well, if I ever do marry, + I shall have a cosy little house just like this one, with no unnecessary + space to walk over every time you come in or out, and with a chance of + keeping yourself warm without having to crone over the fire in order to + get safely out of the horrid draughts. And Dot, now let me see, how old is + she by this time? I ought to remember, I’m sure, for Mr. Berkeley + told me all about her at the time; and I said should I write and ask if I + might stand as godmother; and Mr. Berkeley laughed at me, and said what + could I be dreaming of, and did I think you were going to make your baby + liable to fine and imprisonment if it ever published works hereafter on + philosophy or something of the sort. So delightfully original of all of + you, really.’ + </p> + <p> + Once started on that fertile theme of female conversation, Edie and Hilda + got on well enough in all conscience to satisfy the most exacting mind. + Dot was duly brought in and exhibited by Mrs. Halliss; and was pronounced + to be the very sweetest, dearest, darlingest little duck ever seen on + earth since the beginning of all things. Her various points of likeness to + all her relations were duly discussed; and Hilda took particular pains to + observe that she didn’t in the very faintest degree resemble that + old horror, Lady Le Breton. Then her whole past history was fully related, + she had been fed on, and what illnesses she had had, and how many teeth + she had got, and all the other delightful nothings so perennially + interesting to the maternal heart. Hilda listened to the whole account + with unfeigned attention, and begged leave to be allowed to dance Dot in + her own strong arms, and tickled her fat cheek with her slender + forefinger, and laughed with genuine delight when the baby smiled again at + her and turned her face to be tickled a second time. Gradually Hilda + brought the conversation round to Ernest’s journalistic experiences, + and at last she said very quietly, ‘I’m sorry to learn from + Mr. Berkeley, dear, that your husband doesn’t get quite as much work + to do as he would like to have.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie’s tender eyes filled at once with swimming tears. That one word + ‘dear,’ said so naturally and simply, touched her heart at + once with its genuine half unspoken sympathy. ‘Oh, Lady Hilda,’ + she answered falteringly, ‘please don’t make me talk about + that. We are so very, very, very poor. I can’t bear to talk about it + to you. Please, please don’t make me.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda looked at her with the moisture welling up in her own eyes too, and + said softly, ‘I’m SO sorry: dear, dear little Mrs. Le Breton, + I’m so very, very, very sorry for you! from the bottom of my heart I’m + sorry for you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It isn’t for myself, you know,’ Edie answered quickly: + ‘for myself, of course, I could stand anything; but it’s the + trouble and privations for darling Ernest. Oh, Lady Hilda, I can’t + bear to say it, but he’s dying, he’s dying.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda took the pretty small hand affectionately in hers. ‘Don’t, + dear, don’t,’ she said, brushing away a tear from her own eyes + at the same time. ‘He isn’t, believe me, he isn’t. And + don’t call me by that horrid stiff name, dear, please don’t. + Call me Hilda. I should be so pleased and flattered if you would call me + Hilda. And may I call you Edie? I know your husband calls you Edie, + because Mr. Ronald Le Breton told me so. I want to be a friend of yours; + and I feel sure, if only you will let me, that we might be very good and + helpful friends indeed together.’ + </p> + <p> + Edie pressed her hand softly. How very different from the imaginary Lady + Hilda she had pictured to herself in her timid, girlish fancy! How much + even dear Ernest had been mistaken as to what there was of womanly really + in her. ‘Oh, don’t speak so kindly to me,’ she said + imploringly; ‘don’t speak so kindly, or else you’ll make + me cry. I can’t bear to hear you speak so kindly.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Cry, dear,’ Lady Hilda whispered in a gentle tone, kissing her + forehead delicately as she spoke: ‘cry and relieve yourself. There’s + nothing gives one so much comfort when one’s heart is bursting as a + regular good downright cry.’ And, suiting the action to the word, + forthwith Lady Hilda laid her own statuesque head down beside Edie’s, + and so those two weeping women, rivals once in a vague way, and now bound + to one another by a new-found tie, mingled their tears silently together + for ten minutes in unuttered sympathy. + </p> + <p> + As they sat there, both tearful and speechless, with Lady Hilda soothing + Edie’s wan hand tenderly in hers, and leaning above her, and + stroking her hair softly with a sister’s fondness, the door opened + very quietly, and Arthur Berkeley stood for a moment pausing in the + passage, and looking in without a word upon the unexpected sight that + greeted his wondering vision. He had come to call upon Ernest about some + possible opening for a new writer on a paper lately started; and hearing + the sound of sobs within had opened the door quietly and tentatively. He + could hardly believe his own eyes when he actually saw Lady Hilda + Tregellis sitting there side by side with Edie Le Breton, kissing her pale + forehead a dozen times in a minute, and crying over her like a child with + unwonted tears of unmistakable sympathy. For ten seconds Arthur held the + door ajar in his hands, and gazed silently with the awe of chivalrous + respect upon the tearful, beautiful picture. Then he shut the door again + noiselessly and unperceived, and stole softly out into the street to wait + alone for Ernest’s return. It was not for him to intrude his + unbidden presence upon the sacred sorrow of those two weeping + sister-women. + </p> + <p> + He lighted a cigar outside, and walked up and down a neighbouring street + feverishly till he thought it likely the call would be finished. ‘Dear + little Mrs. Le Breton,’ he said to himself softly, ‘dear little Miss + Butterfly of the days that are dead; softened and sweetened still more by + suffering, with the beauty of holiness glowing in your face, how I wish + some good for you could unexpectedly come out of this curious visit. + Though I don’t see how it’s possible: I don’t see how it’s + possible. The stream carries us all down unresistingly before its + senseless flood, and sweeps us at last, sooner or later, like helpless + logs, into the unknown sea. Poor Ernest is drifting fast thitherwards + before the current, and nothing on earth, it seems to me, can conceivably + stop him!’ + </p> + <p> + He paced up and down a little, with a quick, unsteady tread, and took a + puff or two again at his cigar abstractedly. Then he held it thoughtfully + between his fingers for a while and began to hum a few bars from his own + new opera then in course of composition—a stately long-drawn air, it + was something like the rustle of Hilda Tregellis’s satin train as + she swept queenlike down the broad marble staircase of some great + Elizabethan country palace. ‘And dear Lady Hilda too,’ he went + on, musingly: ‘dear, kind, sympathising Lady Hilda. Who on earth + would ever have thought she had it in her to comfort that poor, weeping, + sorrowing girl as I just now saw her doing? Dear Lady Hilda! Kind Lady + Hilda! I have undervalued you and overlooked you, because of the mere + accident of your titled birth, but I could have kissed you myself, for + pure gratitude, that very minute, Hilda Tregellis, when I saw you stooping + down and kissing that dear white forehead that looked so pale and womanly + and beautiful. Yes, Hilda, I could have kissed you. I could have kissed + your own grand, smooth, white marble forehead. And no very great trial of + endurance, either, Arthur Berkeley, if it comes to that; for say what you + will of her, she’s a beautiful, stately, queenlike woman indeed; and + it somehow strikes me she’s a truer and better woman, too, than you + have ever yet in your shallow superficiality imagined. Not like little + Miss Butterfly! Oh, no, not like little Miss Butterfly! But still, there + are keys and keys in music; and if every tune was pitched to the self-same + key, even the tenderest, what a monotonous, dreary world it would be to + live and sing in after all. Perhaps a man might make himself a little + shrine not wholly without sweet savour of pure incense for beautiful, + stately, queenlike Hilda Tregellis too! But no; I mustn’t think of + it. I have no other duty or prospect in life possible as yet while dear + little Miss Butterfly still remains practically unprovided for!’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. — HOPE. + </h2> + <p> + From Edie Le Breton’s lodgings, Hilda Tregellis drove straight, + without stopping all the way, to Arthur Berkeley’s house at Chelsea; + for Arthur had long since risen to the dignity of an enfranchised + householder, and had bought himself a pretty cottage near the Embankment, + with room enough for himself and the Progenitor, and even for any possible + future domestic contingency in the way of wife and children. It was a very + unconventional thing for her to do, no doubt; but Lady Hilda was certainly + not the person to be deterred from doing anything she contemplated on the + bare ground of its extreme unconventionally; and so far was she from + objecting personally to her visit on this score, that before she rang the + Berkeleys’ bell she looked quietly at her little bijou watch, and + said with a bland smile to the suspicious Mr. Jenkins, ‘Let me see, + Jenkins; it’s one o’clock. I shall lunch with my friends here + this morning; so you may take the carriage home now for my lady, and I + shall cab it back, or come round by Metropolitan.’ Jenkins was too + much accustomed to Lady Hilda’s unaccountable vagaries to express + any surprise at her wildest resolutions, even if she had proposed to go + home on a costermonger’s barrow; so he only touched his hat + respectfully, in his marionette fashion, and drove away at once without + further colloquy. + </p> + <p> + ‘Is Mr. Berkeley at home?’ Hilda asked of the pretty servant girl + who opened the door to her, mentally taking note at the same time that + Arthur’s aesthetic tendencies evidently extended even to his human + surroundings. + </p> + <p> + ‘Which Mr. Berkeley?’ the girl asked in reply. ‘Mr. Berkeley + senerer, ‘e’s at ‘ome, but Mr. Arthur, ‘e’s + gone up this mornin’ to ‘Olloway.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda seized with avidity upon this unexpected and almost providential + opening. ‘No, is he?’ she said, delighted. ‘Then I’ll + go in and see Mr. Berkeley senior. No card, thank you: no name: tell him + merely a lady would like to see him. I dare say Mr. Arthur’ll be + back before long from Holloway.’ + </p> + <p> + The girl hesitated a moment as if in doubt, and surveyed Lady Hilda from + head to foot. Hilda, whose eyes were still red from crying, couldn’t + help laughing outright at the obvious cause of the girl’s + hesitation. ‘Do as I tell you,’ she said in her imperious way. + ‘Who on earth do you take me for, my good girl? That’s my + card, see: but you needn’t give it to Mr. Berkeley senior. Now go + and tell him at once that a lady is waiting to see him.’ + </p> + <p> + The innate respect of the English working classes for the kind of nobility + that is supposed to be represented by the British peerage made the girl + drop an instinctive curtsey as she looked at the card, and answer in a + voice of hushed surprise, ‘Yes, my lady.’ She had heard Lady + Hilda Tregellis spoken of more than once at her master’s table, and + she knew, of course, that so great a personage as that could do no wrong. + So she merely ushered her visitor at once into Arthur Berkeley’s + beautiful little study, with its delicate grey pomegranate wall paper and + its exquisite unpolished oak fittings, and said simply, in an overawed + manner, ‘A lady wishes to speak to you, sir.’ + </p> + <p> + The old shoemaker looked up from the English translation of Ribot’s + ‘Psychologie Anglaise Contemporaine,’ with whose intricacies he was + manfully struggling, and rose with native politeness to welcome Hilda. + </p> + <p> + ‘Good morning,’ Hilda said, extending her hand to him with one of + her beaming disarming smiles, and annihilating all that was most + obtrusively democratic in him at once by her pleasant manner. ‘I’m + a friend of your son’s, Mr. Berkeley, and I’ve come here to + see him about very particular private business—in short, on an + errand of charity. Will he be long gone, do you know?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not very,’ the Progenitor answered, in a somewhat embarrassed + manner, surveying her curiously. ‘At least, I should think not. He’s + gone to Holloway for an hour or two, but I fancy he’ll be back for + two o’clock luncheon, Miss——ur, I don’t think I + caught your name, did I?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘To Holloway,’ Hilda echoed, taking no notice of his suggested + query. ‘Oh, then he’s gone to see the poor dear Le Bretons, of + course. Why, that’s just what I wanted to see him about. If you’ll + allow me then, I’ll just stop and have lunch with you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The dickens you will,’ the Progenitor thought to himself in + speechless astonishment. ‘That’s really awfully cool of you. + However, I dare say it’s usual to invite oneself in the state of + life that that boy Artie has gone and hoisted himself into, most + unnaturally. A fine lady, no doubt, of their modern pattern; but in my + day, up in Paddington, we should have called her a brazen hussey.—Certainly, + if you will,’ he added aloud. ‘If you’ve come on any + errand that will do any good to the Le Bretons, I’m sure my son’ll + be delighted to see you. He’s greatly grieved at their unhappy + condition.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m afraid I’ve nothing much to suggest of any very practical + sort,’ Hilda answered, with a slight sigh; ‘but at least I + should like to talk with him about the matter. Something must be done for + these two poor young people, you know, Mr. Berkeley. Something must really + be done to help them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you’re interested in them, Miss—ur—ur—ah, + yes—are you?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Look at my eyes,’ Hilda said plumply. ‘Are they very red, Mr. + Berkeley?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well....ur...yes, if I may venture to say so to a lady,’ the old + shoemaker answered hesitatingly, with unwonted gallantry. ‘I should + say they were a trifle, ur, just a trifle roseate, you know.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Quite so,’ Hilda went on, seriously. ‘That’s it. They’re + red with crying. I’ve been crying like a baby all the morning with + that poor, dear, sweet little angel of a Mrs. Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Then you’re a great friend of hers, I suppose,’ the + Progenitor suggested mildly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Never set eyes on her in my life before this morning, on the contrary,’ + Hilda continued in her garrulous fashion. ‘But, oh, Mr. Berkeley, if + you’d only seen that dear little woman, crying as if her heart would + break, and telling me that dear Ernest was dying, actually dying; why—there—excuse + me—I can’t help it, you know; we women are always crying about + something or other, aren’t we?’ + </p> + <p> + The old man laid his hand on hers quietly. ‘Don’t mind ME, my + dear,’ he said with genuine tenderness. ‘Don’t mind me a + bit; I’m only an old shoemaker, as I dare say you’ve heard + before now; but I know you’ll be the better for crying—women + always are—and tears shed on somebody else’s account are never + thrown away, my dear, are they?’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda took his hand between hers, and wiping her eyes once more whispered + softly, ‘No, Mr. Berkeley, no; perhaps they’re not; but oh, + they’re so useless; so very, very, very useless. Do you know, I + never felt my own powerlessness and helplessness in all my life so much as + I did at that dear, patient little Mrs. Le Breton’s this very + morning. There I sat, knowing she was in dire need of money for her poor + husband, and wanting sufficient food and drink, perhaps, for herself, and + him, and the dear darling baby; and in my hand in my muff I had my purse + there with five tenners—Bank of England ten-pound notes, you know—fifty + pounds altogether, rolled up inside it; and I would have given anything if + only I could have pulled them out and made them a present to her then and + there; and I couldn’t, you see: and, oh, Mr. Berkeley, isn’t + it terrible to look at them? And then, before I left, poor Mr. Le Breton + himself came in, and I was quite shocked to see him. I used to know him a + few years ago, and even then he wasn’t what you’d call robust + by any means; but now, oh, dear me, he does look so awfully ill and + haggard and miserable that it quite made me break down again, and I cried + about him before his very face; and the moment I got away, I said to the + coachman, “Jenkins, drive straight off to the Embankment at Chelsea;” + and here I am, you see, waiting to talk with your clever son about it; + for, really, Mr. Berkeley, the poor Le Bretons haven’t got a single + friend anywhere like your son Arthur.’ + </p> + <p> + And then Lady Hilda went on to praise Arthur’s music to the + Progenitor, and to speak of how much admired he was everywhere, and to + hint that so much genius and musical power must of course be largely + hereditary. Whereat the old man, not unmoved by her gentle insinuating + flattery, at last confessed to his own lifelong musical tastes, and even + casually acknowledged that the motive for one or two of the minor songs in + the famous operas was not entirely of Arthur’s own unaided + invention. And so, from one subject to another, they passed on so quickly, + and hit it off with one another so exactly (for Hilda had a wonderful + knack of leading up to everybody’s strong points), that long before + lunch was ready, the Progenitor had been quite won over by the + fascinations of the brazen hussey, and was prepared to admit that she was + really a very nice, kind, tender-hearted, intelligent, appreciative, and + discriminating young lady. True, she had not read Mill or Fawcett, and was + ignorant of the very name of Herbert Spencer; but she had a vast + admiration for his dear boy Artie, and she saw that he himself knew a + thing or two in his own modest way, though he was only what the grand + world she moved in would doubtless call an old superannuated journeyman + shoemaker. + </p> + <p> + ‘Ah, yes, a shoemaker! so I’ve heard somewhere, I fancy,’ Lady + Hilda remarked brightly, when for the third time in the course of their + conversation he informed her with great dignity of the interesting fact; + ‘how very delightful and charming that is, really, now isn’t + it? So original, you know, to make shoes instead of going into some + useless profession, especially when you’re such a great reader and + student and thinker as you are—for I see you’re a philosopher + and a psychologist already, Mr. Berkeley’—Hilda considered it + rather a bold effort on her part to pronounce the word ‘psychologist’ + at the very first trial without stumbling; but though she was a little + doubtful about the exact pronunciation of that fearful vocable, she felt + quite at her ease about the fact at least, because she carefully noticed + him lay down Ribot on the table beside him, name upward; ‘one can’t + help finding that much out on a very short acquaintance, can one? Though, + indeed, now I come to think of it, I believe I’ve heard often that + men of your calling generally ARE very fond of reading, and are very + philosophical, and clever, and political, and all that sort of thing; and + they say that’s the reason, of course, why Northampton’s such + an exceptionally intelligent constituency, and always returns such + thoroughgoing able logical Radicals.’ + </p> + <p> + The old man’s eyes beamed, as she spoke, with inexpressible pride + and pleasure. ‘I’m very glad indeed to hear you say so,’ + he answered promptly with a complacent self-satisfied smile, ‘and I + believe you’re right too, Miss, ur—ur—ur—quite so. + The practice of shoemaking undoubtedly tends to develop a very high and + exceptional level of general intelligence and logical power.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I’m sure of it,’ Hilda answered demurely, in a tone of the + deepest and sincerest conviction; ‘and when I heard somebody say + somewhere, that your son was...—well, WAS your son, I said to myself + at once, “Ah, well, there now, that quite accounts, of course, for + young Mr. Berkeley’s very extraordinary and unusual abilities!”’ + </p> + <p> + ‘She’s really a most sensible, well-informed young woman, whoever + she is,’ the Progenitor thought to himself silently; ‘and it’s + certainly a pity that dear Artie couldn’t take a fancy to some nice, + appreciative, kind-hearted, practical girl like that now, instead of + wearing away all the best days of his life in useless regret for that poor + slender, unsubstantial nonentity of a watery little Mrs. Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + By two o’clock lunch was ready, and just as it had been announced, + Arthur Berkeley ran up the front steps, and let himself in with his + proprietory latch-key. Turning straight into the dining-room, he was just + in time to see his own father walking into lunch arm in arm with Lady + Hilda Tregellis. As Mrs. Hallis had graphically expressed it, he felt as + if you might have knocked him down with a feather! Was she absolutely + ubiquitous, then, this pervasive Lady Hilda? and was he destined wherever + he went to come upon her suddenly in the most unexpected and + incomprehensible situations? + </p> + <p> + ‘Will you sit down here, my dear,’ the Progenitor was saying to + Hilda at the exact moment he entered, ‘or would you prefer your back + to the fire?’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur Berkeley opened his eyes wide with unspeakable amazement. ‘What, + YOU here,’ he exclaimed, coming forward suddenly to shake hands with + Hilda; ‘why, I saw you only a couple of hours since at the Le + Bretons’ at Holloway.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘You did!’ Hilda cried with almost equal astonishment, ‘Why, + how was that? I never saw YOU.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur sighed quietly. ‘No,’ he answered, with a curious look + at the Progenitor; ‘you were engaged when I opened the door, and I + didn’t like to disturb you. You were—you were speaking with + poor little Mrs. Le Breton. But I’m so much obliged to you for your + kindness to them, Lady Hilda; so very much obliged to you for your great + kindness to them.’ + </p> + <p> + It was the Progenitor’s turn now to start in surprise. ‘What! + Lady Hilda!’ he cried with a bewildered look. ‘Lady Hilda! Did + I hear you say “Lady Hilda”? Is this Lady Hilda Tregellis, + then, that I’ve heard you talk about so often, Artie?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, of course, Father. You didn’t know who it was, then, didn’t + you? Lady Hilda, I’m afraid you’ve been stealing a march upon + the poor unsuspecting hostile Progenitor.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not quite that, Mr. Berkeley,’ Hilda replied, laughing; ‘only + after the very truculent character I had heard of your father as a regular + red-hot militant Radical, I thought I’d better not send in my name + to him at once for fear it might prejudice him against me before first + acquaintance.’ + </p> + <p> + The Progenitor looked at her steadfastly from head to foot, standing + before him there in her queenly beauty, as if she were some strange wild + beast that he had been requested to inspect and report upon for a + scientific purpose. ‘Lady Hilda Tregellis!’ he said slowly and + deliberately; ‘Lady Hilda Tregellis! So this is Lady Hilda + Tregellis, is it? Well, all I can say is this, then, that as far as I can + judge her, Lady Hilda Tregellis is a very sensible, modest, intelligent, + well-conducted young woman, which is more than I could possibly have + expected from a person of her unfortunate and distressing hereditary + antecedents. But you know, my dear, it was a very mean trick of you to go + and take an old man’s heart by guile and stratagem in that way!’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda laughed a little uneasily. The Progenitor’s manner was perhaps + a trifle too open and unconventional even for her. ‘It wasn’t + for that I came, Mr. Berkeley,’ she said again with one of her sunny + smiles, which brought the Progenitor metaphorically to her feet again, + ‘but to talk over this matter of the poor Le Bretons with your son. + Oh, Mr. Arthur, something must really be done to help them. I know you say + there’s nothing to be done; but there must be; we must find it out; + we must invent it; we must compel it. When I sat there this morning with + that dear little woman and saw her breaking her full heart over her + husband’s trouble, I said to myself, somehow, Hilda Tregellis, if + you can’t find a way out of this, you’re not worth your salt + in this world, and you’d better make haste and take a rapid + through-ticket at once to the next, if there is one.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Which is more than doubtful, really,’ the Progenitor muttered + softly half under his breath; ‘which, as Strauss has conclusively + shown, is certainly a good deal more than doubtful.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur took no notice of the interruption, but merely answered + imploringly, with a despairing gesture of his hands, ‘What are we to + do, Lady Hilda? What can we possibly do?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, sit down and have some lunch first,’ Hilda rejoined with + practical common-sense, ‘and then talk it over rationally + afterwards, instead of wringing our hands helplessly like a pair of + Frenchmen in a street difficulty.’ (Hilda had a fine old crusted + English contempt, by the way, for those vastly inferior and foolish + creatures known as foreigners.) + </p> + <p> + Thus adjured, Berkeley sat down promptly, and they proceeded to take + counsel together in this hard matter over the cutlets and claret provided + before them. ‘Ernest and Mrs. Le Breton told me all about your + visit,’ Arthur went on, soon after; ‘and they’re so much + obliged to you for having taken the trouble to look them up in their sore + distress. Do you know, Lady Hilda, I think you’ve quite made a + conquest of our dear little friend, Mrs. Le Breton.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I don’t know about that,’ Hilda responded with a smile, + ‘but I’m sure, at any rate, that the sweet little woman quite + made a conquest of me, Mr. Berkeley. In fact, I can’t say what you + think, but for my part I’m determined an effort must be made one way + or another to save them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s no use,’ Arthur answered, shaking his head sadly; + ‘it can’t be done. There’s nothing for it but to let + them float down helplessly with the tide, wherever it may bear them.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Stuff and nonsense,’ Hilda replied energetically. ‘All + rubbish, utter rubbish, and if I were a man as you are, Mr. Berkeley, I + should be ashamed to take such a desponding view of the situation. If we + say it’s got to be done, it will be done, and that’s an end of + it. Work must and can be found for him somehow or somewhere.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But the man’s dying,’ Arthur interrupted with a vehement + gesture. ‘There’s no more work left in him. The only thing that’s + any use is to send him off to Madeira, or Egypt, or Catania, or somewhere + of that sort, and let him die quietly among the palms and cactuses and + aloes. That’s Sir Antony Wraxall’s opinion, and surely nobody + in London can know half as well as he does about the matter.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Sir Antony’s a fool,’ Hilda responded with refreshing + bluntness. ‘He knows nothing on earth at all about it. He’s + accustomed to prescribing for a lot of us idle good-for-nothing rich + people’—(‘Very true,’ the Progenitor assented + parenthetically;) ‘and he’s got into a fixed habit of + prescribing a Nile voyage, just as he’s got into a fixed habit of + prescribing old wine, and carriage exercise, and ten thousand a year to + all his patients. What Mr. Le Breton really wants is not Egypt, or old + wine, or Sir Antony, or anything of the sort, but relief from this + pressing load of anxiety and responsibility. Put him in my hands for six + months, and I’ll back myself at a hundred to six against Sir Antony + to cure him for a monkey.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘For a what!’ the Progenitor asked with a puzzled expression of + countenance. + </p> + <p> + ‘Back myself for a monkey, you know,’ Hilda answered, without + perceiving the cause of the old man’s innocent confusion. + </p> + <p> + The Progenitor was evidently none the wiser still for Hilda’s + answer, though he forbore to pursue the subject any farther, lest he + should betray his obvious ignorance of aristocratic manners and dialect. + </p> + <p> + But Arthur looked up at Lady Hilda with something like the gleam of a + new-born hope on his distressed features. ‘Lady Hilda,’ he + said almost cheerfully, ‘you really speak as if you had some + practicable plan actually in prospect. It seems to me, if anybody can pull + them through, you can, because you’ve got such a grand reserve of + faith and energy. What is it, now, you think of doing?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well,’ Hilda answered, taken a little aback at this practical + question, ‘I’ve hardly got my plan matured yet; but I’ve + got a plan; and I thought it all out as far as it went as I came along + here just now in the carriage. The great thing is, we must inspire Mr. Le + Breton with a new confidence; we must begin by showing him we believe in + him, and letting him see that he may still manage in some way or other to + retrieve himself. He has lost all hope: we must begin with him over again. + I’ve got an idea, but it’ll take money. Now, I can give up + half my allowance for the next year—the Le Bretons need never know + anything about it—that’ll be something: you’re a rich + man now, I believe, Mr. Berkeley; will you make up as much as I do, if my + plan seems a feasible one to you for retrieving the position?’ + </p> + <p> + The Progenitor answered quickly for him: ‘Miss Tregellis,’ he + said, with a little tremor in his voice, ‘—you’ll excuse + me, my dear, but it’s against my principles to call anybody my lady:—he + will, I know he will; and if he wouldn’t, why, my dear, I’d go + back to my cobbling and earn it myself rather than that you or your + friends should go without it for a single minute.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur said nothing, but he bowed his head silently. What a lot of good + there was really in that splendid woman, and what a commanding, energetic, + masterful way she had about her! To a feckless, undecided, faltering man + like Arthur Berkeley there was something wonderfully attractive and + magnificent, after all, in such an imperious resolute woman as Lady Hilda. + </p> + <p> + ‘Then this is my plan,’ Hilda went on hastily. ‘We must do + something that’ll take Mr. Le Breton out of himself for a short time + entirely—that’ll give him occupation of a kind he thinks + right, and at the same time put money in his pocket. Now, he’s + always talking about this socialistic business of his; but why doesn’t + he tell us what he has actually seen about the life and habits of the + really poor? Mrs. Le Breton tells me he knows the East End well: why doesn’t + he sit down and give us a good rattling, rousing, frightening description + of all that’s in it? Of course, I don’t care twopence about + the poor myself—not in the lump, I mean—I beg your pardon, Mr. + Berkeley,’—for the Progenitor gave a start of surprise and + astonishment—‘you know we women are nothing if not concrete; + we never care for anything in the abstract, Mr. Le Breton used to tell me; + we want the particular case brought home to our sympathies before we can + interest ourselves about it. After all, even YOU who are men don’t + feel very much for all the miserable wretched people there are in China, + you know; they’re too far away for even you to bother your heads + about. But I DO care about the Le Bretons, and it strikes me we might help + them a little in this way. I know a lot of artists, Mr. Berkeley; and I + know one who I think would just do for the very work I want to set him. + (He’s poor, too, by the way, and I don’t mind giving him a + lift at the same time and killing two birds with one stone.) Very well, + then; I go to him, and say, “Mr. Verney,” I say,—there + now, I didn’t mean to tell you his name, but no matter; “Mr. + Verney,” I shall say, “a friend of mine in the writing line is + going to pay some visits to the very poor quarters in the East End, and + write about it, which will make a great noise in the world as sure as + midday.”’ + </p> + <p> + ‘But how do you know it will?’ asked the Progenitor, simply. + </p> + <p> + Hilda turned round upon him with an unfeigned look of startled + astonishment. ‘How do I know it will?’ she said confidently. + ‘Why, because I mean it to, Mr. Berkeley. Because I say it shall. + Because I choose to make it. Two Cabinet ministers shall quote it in the + House, and a duke shall write letters to the “Times” + denouncing it as an intensely wicked and revolutionary publication. If I + choose to float it, I WILL float it.—Well, “Mr. Verney,” + I say for example, “will you undertake to accompany him and make + sketches? It’ll be unpleasant work, I know, because I’ve been + there myself to see, and the places don’t smell nice at all—worse + than Genoa or the old town at Nice even, I can tell you: but it’ll + make you a name; and in any case the publisher who’s getting it up’ll + pay you well for it.” Of course, Mr. Verney says “Yes.” + Then we go on to Mr. Le Breton and say, “A young artist of my + acquaintance is making a pilgrimage into the East End to see for himself + how the people live, and to make pictures of them to stir up the sluggish + consciences of the lazy aristocrats”—that’s me and my + people, of course: that’ll be the way to work it. Play upon Mr. Le + Breton’s tenderest feelings. Make him feel he’s fighting for + the Cause; and he’ll be ready to throw himself, heart and soul, into + the spirit of the project. I don’t care twopence about the Cause + myself, of course, so that’s flat, and I don’t pretend to, + either, Mr. Berkeley; but I care a great deal for the misery of that poor, + dear, pale little woman, sitting there with me this morning and regularly + sobbing her heart out; and if I can do anything to help her, why, I shall + be only too delighted.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Le Breton’s a well-meaning young fellow, certainly,’ the + Progenitor murmured gently in a voice of graceful concession; ‘and I + believe his heart’s really in the Cause, as you call it; but you + know, my dear, he’s very far from being sound in his economical + views as to the relations of capital and labour. Far from sound, as John + Stuart Mill would have judged the question, I can solemnly assure you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Very well,’ Hilda went on, almost without noticing the + interruption. ‘We shall say to him, or rather we shall get our publisher + to say to him, that as he’s interested in the matter, and knows the + East End well, he has been selected—shall we put it on somebody’s + recommendation?—to accompany the artist, and to supply the reading + matter, the letter-press I think you call it; in fact, to write up to our + illustrator’s pictures; and that he is to be decently paid for his + trouble. He must do something graphic, something stirring, something to + wake up lazy people in the West End to a passing sense of what he calls + their responsibilities. That’ll seem like real work to Mr. Le + Breton. It’ll put new heart into him; he’ll take up the matter + vigorously; he’ll do it well; he’ll write a splendid book; and + I shall guarantee its making a stir in the world this very dull season. + What’s the use of knowing half the odiously commonplace bores and + prigs in all London if you can’t float a single little heterodox + pamphlet for a particular purpose? What do you think of it, Mr. Berkeley?’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur sighed again. ‘It seems to me, Lady Hilda,’ he said, + regretfully, ‘a very slender straw indeed to hang Ernest Le Breton’s + life on: but any straw is better than nothing to a drowning man. And you + have so much faith yourself, and mean to fling yourself into it so + earnestly, that I shouldn’t be wholly surprised if you were somehow + to pull it through. If you do, Lady Hilda—if you manage to save + these two poor young people from the verge of starvation—you’ll + have done a very great good work in your day, and you’ll have made + me personally eternally your debtor.’ + </p> + <p> + Was it mere fancy, the Progenitor wondered, or did Hilda cast her eyes + down a little and half blush as she answered in a lower and more tremulous + tone than usual, ‘I hope I shall, Mr. Berkeley; for their sakes, I + hope I shall.’ The Progenitor didn’t feel quite certain about + it, but somehow, more than once that evening, as he sat reading Spencer’s + ‘Data of Ethics’ in his easy-chair, a curious vision of Lady + Hilda as a future daughter-in-law floated vaguely with singular + persistence before the old shoemaker’s bewildered eyes. ‘It’d + be a shocking falling away on Artie’s part from his father’s + principles,’ he muttered inarticulately to himself several times + over; ‘and yet, on the other hand, I can’t deny that this bit + of a Tregellis girl is really a very tidy, good-looking, respectable, + well-meaning, intelligent, and appreciative sort of a young woman, who’d, + maybe, make Artie as good a wife as anybody else he’d be likely to + pitch on.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. — THE TIDE TURNS. + </h2> + <p> + When Ernest Le Breton got a letter from the business house of a well-known + publishing firm, asking him whether he would consent to supply appropriate + letterpress for an illustrated work on the poor of London, then in course + of preparation, his delight and relief were positively unbounded. That + anyone should come and ask him for work, instead of his asking them, was + in itself a singular matter for surprise and congratulation; that the + request should be based on the avowed ground of his known political and + social opinions was almost incredible. Ernest felt that it was a triumph, + not only for him, but for his dearly-loved principles and beliefs as well. + For the first time in his life, he was going to undertake a piece of work + which he not only thought not wrong, but even considered hopeful and + praise-worthy. Arthur Berkeley, who called round as if by accident the + same morning, saw with delight that Lady Hilda’s prognostication + seemed likely to be fulfilled, and that if only Ernest could be given some + congenial occupation there was still a chance, after all, for his + permanent recovery; for it was clear enough that as there was hope, there + must be a little life yet left in him. + </p> + <p> + It was Lady Hilda who, as she herself expressively phrased it, had squared + the publishers. She had called upon the head of the well-known house in + person, and had told him fully and frankly exactly what was the nature of + the interest she took in the poor of London. At first the publisher was + scandalised and obdurate: the thing was not regular, he said—not in + the ordinary way of business; his firm couldn’t go writing letters + of that sort to unknown young authors and artists. If she wanted the work + done, she must let them give her own name as the promoter of the + undertaking. But Hilda persevered, as she always did; she smiled, pleaded, + cajoled, threatened, and made desperate love to the publisher to gain his + acquiescence in her benevolent scheme. After all, even publishers are only + human (though authors have been frequently known to deny the fact); and + human nature, especially in England, is apt to be very little proof + against the entreaties of a pretty girl who happens also to be an earl’s + daughter. So in the end, when Lady Hilda said most bewitchingly, ‘I + put it upon the grounds of a personal favour, Mr. Percival,’ the + obdurate publisher gave way at last, and consented to do her bidding + gladly. + </p> + <p> + For six weeks Ernest went daily with Ronald and the young artist into the + familiar slums of Bethnal Green, and Bermondsey, and Lambeth, whose ins + and outs he was beginning to know with painful accuracy; and every night + he came back, and wrote down with a glowing pen all that he had seen and + heard of distressing and terrible during his day’s peregrination. It + was an awful task from one point of view, for the scenes he had to visit + and describe were often heart-rending; and Arthur feared more than once + that the air of so many loathsome and noxious dens might still further + accelerate the progress of Ernest’s disease; but Lady Hilda said + emphatically, No; and somehow Arthur was beginning now to conceive an + immense respect for the practical value of Lady Hilda’s vehement + opinions. As a matter of fact, indeed, Ernest did not visibly suffer at + all either from the unwonted hard work or from the strain upon mind and + body to which he had been so little accustomed. Distressing as it all was, + it was change, it was variety, it was occupation, it was relief from that + terrible killing round of perpetual personal responsibility. Above all, + Ernest really believed that here at last was an opportunity of doing some + practical good in his generation, and he threw himself into it with all + the passionate ardour of a naturally eager and vivid nature. The + enthusiasm of humanity was upon him, and it kept him going at + high-pressure rate, with no apparent loss of strength and vigour + throughout the whole ordeal. To Arthur Berkeley’s intense delight, + he was even visibly fatter to the naked eye at the end of his six weeks’ + exploration of the most dreary and desolate slums in all London. + </p> + <p> + The book was written at white heat, as the best of such books always are, + and it was engraved and printed at the very shortest possible notice. + Terrible and ghastly it certainly was at last—instinct with all the + grim local colouring of those narrow, squalid, fever-stricken dens, where + misfortune and crime huddle together indiscriminately in dirt and misery—a + book to make one’s blood run cold with awe and disgust, and to stir + up even the callous apathy of the great rich capitalist West End to a + passing moment’s ineffective remorse; but very clever and very + graphic after its own sort beyond the shadow of a question, for all its + horror. When Arthur Berkeley turned over the first proof-sheets of ‘London’s + Shame,’ with its simple yet thrilling recital of true tales taken + down from the very lips of outcast children or stranded women, with its + awful woodcuts and still more awful descriptions—word-pictures + reeking with the vice and filth and degradation of the most pestilent, + overcrowded, undrained tenements—he felt instinctively that Ernest + Le Breton’s book would not need the artificial aid of Lady Hilda’s + influential friends in order to make it successful and even famous. The + Cabinet ministers might be as silent as they chose, the indignant duke + might confine his denunciations to the attentive and sympathetic ear of + his friend Lord Connemara; but nothing on earth could prevent Ernest Le + Breton’s fiery and scathing diatribe from immediately enthralling + the public attention. Lady Hilda had hit upon the exact subject which best + suited his peculiar character and temperament, and he had done himself + full justice in it. Not that Ernest had ever thought of himself, or even + of his style, or the effect he was producing by his narrative; it was just + the very non-self-consciousness of the thing that gave it its power. He + wrote down the simple thoughts that came up into his own eager mind at the + sight of so much inequality and injustice; and the motto that Arthur + prefixed upon the title-page, ‘Facit indignatio versum,’ aptly + described the key-note of that fierce and angry final denunciation. + ‘Yes, Lady Hilda had certainly hit the right nail on the head,’ + Arthur Berkeley said to himself more than once: ‘A wonderful woman, truly, + that beautiful, stately, uncompromising, brilliant, and still really + tender Hilda Tregellis.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda, on her part, worked hard and well for the success of Ernest’s + book as soon as it appeared. Nay, she even condescended (not being what + Ernest himself would have described as an ethical unit) to practise a + little gentle hypocrisy in suiting her recommendations of ‘London’s + Shame’ to the tastes and feelings of her various acquaintances. To + her Radical Cabinet minister friend, she openly praised its outspoken zeal + for the cause of the people, and its value as a wonderful storehouse of + useful facts at first hand for political purposes in the increasingly + important outlying Metropolitan boroughs. ‘Just think, Sir Edmund,’ + she said, persuasively, ‘how you could crush any Conservative + candidate for Hackney or the Tower Hamlets out of that awful chapter on + the East End match-makers;’ while with the Duke, to whom she + presented a marked copy as a sample of what our revolutionary thinkers + were really coming to, she insisted rather upon its wicked interference + with the natural rights of landlords, and its abominable insinuation (so + subversive of all truly English ideas as to liberty and property) that + they were bound not to poison their tenants by total neglect of sanitary + precautions. ‘If I were you, now,’ she said to the Duke in the + most seemingly simple-minded manner possible, ‘I’d just quote + those passages I’ve marked in pencil in the House to-night on the + Small Urban Holdings Bill, and point out how the wave of Continental + Socialism is at last invading England with its devastating flood.’ + And the Duke, who was a complacent, thick-headed, obstinate old gentleman, + congenitally incapable of looking at any question from any other point of + view whatsoever except that of his own order, fell headlong passively into + Lady Hilda’s cruel little trap, and murmured to himself as he rolled + down luxuriously to the august society of his peers that evening, ‘Tremendous + clever girl, Hilda Tregellis, really. “Wave of Continental Socialism + at last invading England with its what-you-may-call-it flood,” she + said, if I remember rightly. Capital sentence to end off one’s + speech with, I declare. Devizes’ll positively wonder where I got it + from. I’d no idea before that girl took such an intelligent interest + in political questions. So they want their cottages whitewashed, do they? + What’ll they ask for next, I wonder? Do they think we’re to be + content at last with one and a-half per cent, upon the fee-simple value of + our estates, I should like to know? Why, some of the places this + writer-fellow talks about are on my own property in The Rookery—“one + of the most noisome court-yards in all London,” he actually calls + it. Whitewash their cottages, indeed! The lazy improvident creatures! They’ll + be asking us to put down encaustic tiles upon the floors next, and to + paper their walls with Japanese leather or fashionable dados. Really, the + general ignorance that prevails among the working classes as to the + clearest principles of political economy is something absolutely + appalling, absolutely appalling.’ And his Grace scribbled a note in + his memorandum-book of Hilda’s ready-made peroration, for fear he + should forget its precise wording before he began to give the House the + benefit of his views that night upon the political economy of Small Urban + Holdings. + </p> + <p> + Next morning, all London was talking of the curious coincidence by which a + book from the pen of an unknown author, published only one day previously, + had been quoted and debated upon simultaneously in both Houses of + Parliament on a single evening. In the Commons, Sir Edmund Calverley, the + distinguished Radical minister, had read a dozen pages from the unknown + work in his declamatory theatrical fashion, and had so electrified the + House with its graphic and horrible details that even Mr. + Fitzgerald-Grenville, the well-known member for the Baroness + Drummond-Lloyd (whose rotten or at least decomposing borough of Cherbury + Minor he faithfully represented in three successive Parliaments), had + mumbled out a few half-inaudible apologetic sentences about this state of + things being truly deplorable, and about the necessity for meeting such a + distressing social crisis by the prompt and vigorous application of that + excellent specific and familiar panacea, a spirited foreign policy. In the + Lords, the Duke himself, by some untoward coincidence, had been moved to + make a few quotations, accompanied by a running fire of essentially ducal + criticism, from the very selfsame obscure author; and to his immense + surprise, even the members of his own party moved uneasily in their seats + during the course of his speech; while later in the evening, Lord Devizes + muttered to him angrily in the robing-room, ‘Look here, Duke, you’ve + been and put your foot in it, I assure you, about that Radical book you + were ill-advised enough to quote from. You ought never to have treated the + Small Urban Holdings Bill in the way you did; and just you mark my words, + the papers’ll all be down upon you to-morrow morning, as sure as + daylight. You’ve given the “Bystander” such an opening + against you as you’ll never forget till your dying day, I can tell + you.’ And as the Duke drove back again after his arduous legislative + efforts that evening, he said to himself between the puffs at his Havana, + ‘This comes, now, of allowing oneself to be made a fool of by a + handsome woman. How the dooce I could ever have gone and taken Hilda + Tregellis’s advice on a political question is really more than I can + fathom:—and at my time of life too! And yet, all the same, there’s + no denying that she’s a devilish fine woman, by Jove, if ever there + was one.’ + </p> + <p> + Of course, everybody asked themselves next day what this book ‘London’s + Shame’ was like, and who on earth its author could be; so much so, + indeed, that a large edition was completely exhausted within a fortnight. + It was the great sensational success of that London season. Everybody read + it, discussed it, dissected it, corroborated it, refuted it, fought over + it, and wrote lengthy letters to all the daily papers about its faults and + its merits. Imitators added their sincerest flattery: rivals proclaimed + themselves the original discoverers of ‘London’s Shame’: + one enterprising author even thought of going to law about it as a + question of copyright. Owners of noisome lanes in the East End trembled in + their shoes, and sent their agents to inquire into the precise degree of + squalor to be found in the filthy courts and alleys where they didn’t + care to trust their own sensitive aristocratic noses. It even seemed as if + a little real good was going to come at last out of Ernest Le Breton’s + impassioned pleading—as if the sensation were going to fall not + quite flat at the end of its short run in the clubs and drawing-rooms of + London as a nine days’ wonder. + </p> + <p> + And Ernest Le Breton? and Edie? In the little lodgings at Holloway, they + sat first trembling for the result, and ready to burst with excitement + when Lady Hilda, up at the unwonted hour of six in the morning, tore into + their rooms with an early copy of the ‘Times’ to show them the + Duke’s speech, and Sir Edmund’s quotations, and the editorial + leader in which even that most dignified and reticent of British journals + condescended to speak with studiously moderated praise of the immense + collection of facts so ably strung together by Mr. Ernest Le Breton (in + all the legible glory of small capitals, too,) as to the undoubtedly + disgraceful condition of some at least among our London alleys. How Edie + clung around Lady Hilda and kissed her! and how Lady Hilda kissed her back + and cried over her with tears of happier augury! and how they both kissed + and cried over unconscious wondering little Dot! And how Lady Hilda could + almost have fallen upon Ernest, too, as he sat gazing in blank + astonishment and delight at his own name in the magnificent small capitals + of a ‘Times’ leader. Between crying and laughing, with much + efficient aid in both from good Mrs. Halliss, they hardly knew how they + ever got through the long delightful hours of that memorable epoch-making + morning. + </p> + <p> + And then there came the gradual awakening to the fact that this was really + fame—fame, and perhaps also competence. First in the field, of + course, was the editor of the ‘Cosmopolitan Review,’ with a + polite request that Ernest would give the readers of that intensely + hot-and-hot and thoughtful periodical the opportunity of reading his + valuable views on the East End outcast question, before they had had time + to be worth nothing for journalistic purposes, through the natural and + inevitable cooling of the public interest in this new sensation. Then his + old friends of the ‘Morning Intelligence’ once more begged + that he would be good enough to contribute a series of signed and headed + articles to their columns, on the slums and fever dens of poverty-stricken + London. Next, an illustrated weekly asked him to join with his artist + friend in getting up another pilgrimage into yet undiscovered metropolitan + plague-spots. And so, before the end of a month, Ernest Le Breton, for the + first time in his life, had really got more work to do than he could + easily manage, and work, too, that he felt he could throw his whole life + and soul into with perfect honesty. + </p> + <p> + When the first edition of ‘London’s Shame’ was + exhausted, there was already a handsome balance to go to Ernest and his + artist coadjutor, who, by the terms of the agreement, were to divide + between them half the profits. The other half, for appearance’ sake, + Lady Hilda and Arthur had been naturally compelled to reserve for + themselves: for of course it would not have been probable that any + publisher would have undertaken the work without any hope of profit in any + way. Arthur called upon Hilda at Lord Exmoor’s house in Wilton Place + to show her the first balance-sheet and accompanying cheque. ‘What + on earth can we do with it?’ he asked seriously. ‘We can’t + divide it between us: and yet we can’t give it to the poor Le + Bretons. I don’t see how we’re to manage.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, of course,’ Hilda answered promptly. ‘Put it into the + Consols or whatever you call it, for the benefit of little Dot.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The very thing!’ Arthur answered in a tone of obvious admiration. + ‘What a wonderfully practical person you really are, Lady Hilda.’ + </p> + <p> + As to Ernest and Edie, when they got their own cheque for their quarter of + the proceeds, they gazed in awe and astonishment at the bigness of the + figure; and then they sat down and cried together like two children, with + their hands locked in one another’s. + </p> + <p> + ‘And you’ll get well, now, Ernest dear,’ Edie whispered + gently. ‘Why, you’re ever so much fatter, darling, already. I’m + sure you’ll get well in no time, now, Ernest.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Upon my word, Edie,’ Ernest answered, kissing her white forehead + tenderly, ‘I really and truly believe I shall. It’s my opinion + that Sir Antony Wraxall’s an unmitigated ignorant humbug.’ + </p> + <p> + A few weeks later, when Ernest’s remarkable article on ‘How to + Improve the Homes of the Poor’ appeared in one of the leading + magazines, Mr. Herbert Le Breton of the Education Office looked up from + his cup of post-prandial coffee in his comfortable dining-room at South + Kensington, and said musingly to his young wife, ‘Do you know, + Ethel, it seems to me that my brother Ernest’s going to score a + success at last with this slum-hunting business that he’s lately + invented. There’s an awful lot about it now in all the papers and + reviews. Perhaps it might be as well, after all, to scrape an acquaintance + with him again, especially as he’s my own brother. There’s no + knowing, really, when a man of his peculiar ill-regulated mercurial + temperament may be going to turn out famous. Don’t you think you’d + better find out where they’re living now—they’ve left + Holloway, no doubt, since this turn of the tide—and go and call upon + Mrs. Ernest?’ + </p> + <p> + Whereto Mrs. Herbert Le Breton, raising her eyes for a moment from the + pages of her last new novel, answered languidly: ‘Don’t you + think, Herbert, it’d be better to wait a little while and see how + things turn out with them in the long run, you know, before we commit + ourselves by going to call upon them? One swallow, you see, doesn’t + make a summer, does it, dear, ever?’ Whence the acute and + intelligent reader will doubtless conclude that Mrs. Herbert Le Breton was + a very prudent sensible young woman, and that perhaps even Herbert himself + had met at last with his fitting Nemesis. For what worse purgatory could + his bitterest foe wish for a selfishly prudent and cold-hearted man, than + that he should pass his whole lifetime in congenial intercourse with a + selfishly prudent and cold-hearted wife, exactly after his own pattern? + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. — OUT OF THE HAND OP THE PHILISTINES. + </h2> + <p> + Ernest’s unexpected success with ‘London’s Shame’ + was not, as Arthur Berkeley at first feared it might be, the mere last + dying flicker of a weak and failing life. Arthur was quite right, indeed, + when he said one day to Lady Hilda that its very brilliancy and fervour + had the hectic glow about it, as of a man who was burning himself out too + fiercely and rapidly; you could read the feverish eagerness of the writer + in every line; but still, Lady Hilda answered with her ordinary calm + assurance that it was all going well, and that Ernest only needed the + sense of security to pull him round again; and as usual, Lady Hilda’s + practical sagacity was not at fault. The big pamphlet—for it was + hardly more than that—soon proved an opening for further work, in + procuring which Hilda and Arthur were again partially instrumental. An + advanced Radical member of Parliament, famous for his declamations against + the capitalist faction, and his enormous holding of English railway stock, + was induced to come forward as the founder of a new weekly paper, ‘in the + interest of social reform.’ Of course the thing was got up solely + with an idea to utilising Ernest as editor, for, said the great + anti-capitalist with his usual charming frankness, ‘the young fellow + has a positive money-value, now, if he’s taken in hand at once + before the sensation’s over, and there can be no harm in turning an + honest penny by exploiting him, you know, and starting a popular paper.’ + When Ernest was offered the post of editor to the new periodical, at a + salary which almost alarmed him by its plutocratic magnificence (for it + was positively no less than six hundred a year), he felt for a moment some + conscientious scruples about accepting so splendid a post. And when Lady + Hilda in her emphatic fashion promptly over-ruled these nascent scruples + by the application of the very simple solvent formula, ‘Bosh!’ + he felt bound at least to stipulate that he should be at perfect liberty + to say whatever he liked in the new paper, without interference or + supervision from the capitalist proprietor. To which the Radical member, + in his business capacity, immediately responded, ‘Why, certainly. + What we want to pay you for is just your power of startling people, which, + in its proper place, is a very useful marketable commodity. Every pig has + its value—if only you sell it in the best market.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The Social Reformer, a Weekly Advocate of the New Economy,’ + achieved at once an immense success among the working classes, and grew + before long to be one of the most popular journals of the second rank in + all London. The interest that Ernest had aroused by his big pamphlet was + carried on to his new venture, which soon managed to gain many readers by + its own intrinsic merits. ‘Seen your brother’s revolutionary + broadsheet, Le Breton?’ asked a friend at the club of Herbert not + many weeks later—he was the same person who had found it ‘so + very embarrassing’ to recognise Ernest—in his shabby days when + walking with a Q.C.—‘It’s a dreadful tissue of the + reddest French communism, I believe, but still, it’s scored the + biggest success of its sort in journalism, I’m told, since the days + of Kenealy’s “Englishman.” Bradbury, who’s found + the money to start it—deuced clever fellow in his way, Bradbury!—is + making an awful lot out of the speculation, they say. What do you think of + the paper, eh?’ + </p> + <p> + Herbert drew himself up grimly. ‘To tell you the truth,’ he + said in his stiffest style, ‘I haven’t yet had time to look at + a copy. Ernest Le Breton’s not a man in whose affairs I feel called + upon to take any special interest; and I haven’t put myself to the + trouble of reading his second-hand political lucubrations. Faint echoes of + Max Schurz, all of it, no doubt; and having read and disposed of Schurz + himself long ago, I don’t feel inclined now to go in for a second + supplementary course of Schurz and water.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, well, that may be so,’ the friend answered, turning over the + pages of the peccant periodical carelessly; ‘but all the same I’m + afraid your brother’s really going to do an awful lot of mischief in + the way of setting class against class, and stirring up the dangerous + orders to recognise their own power. You see, Le Breton, the real danger + of this sort of thing lies in the fact that your brother Ernest’s a + more or less educated and cultivated person. I don’t say he’s + really got any genuine depth of culture—would you believe it, he + told me once he’d never read Rabelais, and didn’t want to?—and + of course a man of true culture in the grain, like you and me now, my dear + fellow, would never dream of going and mistaking these will-o’-the-wisps + of socialism for the real guiding light of regenerated humanity—of + course not. But the dangerous symptom at the present day lies just in the + fact that while the papers written for the mob used to be written by + vulgar, noisy, self-made, half-educated demagogues, they’re sent out + now with all the authority and specious respectability of decently + instructed and comparatively literary English gentlemen. Now, nobody can + deny that that’s a thing very seriously to be regretted; and for my + part I’m extremely sorry your brother has been ill-advised enough to + join the mob that’s trying to pull down our comfortably built and + after all eminently respectable, even if somewhat patched up, old British + constitution.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘The subject’s one,’ Herbert answered curtly, ‘in which + I for my part cannot pretend to feel the remotest personal interest.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest and Edie, howerer, in the little lodgings up at Holloway, which + they couldn’t bear to desert even now in this sudden burst of + incredible prosperity, went their own way as self-containedly as usual, + wholly unconcerned by the non-arrival of Mrs. Herbert on a visit of + ceremony, or the failure of the ‘Social Reformer’ to pierce + the lofty ethereal regions of abstract contemplation where Herbert himself + sat throned like an Epicurean god in the pure halo of cultivated + pococurantism. Every day, as that eminent medical authority, Hilda + Tregellis, had truly prophesied, Ernest’s cheeks grew less and less + sunken, and a little colour returned slowly to their midst; while Edie’s + face was less pale than of old, and her smile began to recover something + of its old-fashioned girlish joyousness. She danced about once more as of + old, and Arthur Berkeley, when he dropped in of a Sunday afternoon for a + chat with Ernest, noticed with pleasure that little Miss Butterfly was + beginning to flit round again almost as naturally as in the old days when + he first saw her light little form among the grey old pillars of Magdalen + Cloisters. Yet he couldn’t help observing, too, that his feeling + towards her was more one of mere benevolence now, and less of tender + regret, than it used to be even a few short months before, in the darkest + days of Edie’s troubles. Could it be, he asked himself more than + once, that the tall stately picture of Hilda Tregellis was overshadowing + in his heart the natural photograph of that unwedded Edie Oswald that he + once imagined was so firmly imprinted there? Ah well, ah well, it may be + true that a man can love really but once in his whole lifetime; and yet, + the second spurious imitation is positively sometimes a very good + facsimile of the genuine first impression, for all that. + </p> + <p> + As the months went slowly round, too, the time came in the end for good + Herr Max to be released at last from his long imprisonment. On the day + that he came out, there was a public banquet at the Marylebone dancing + saloon; and all the socialists and communards were there, and all the + Russian nihilists, and all the other wicked revolutionary plotters in all + London: and in the chair sat Ernest Le Breton, now the editor of an + important social paper, while at his left hand, to balance the guest of + the evening, sat Arthur Berkeley, the well-known dramatic author, who was + himself more than suspected of being the timid Nicodemus of the new faith. + And when Ernest announced that Herr Schurz had consented to aid him on the + ‘Social Reformer,’ and to add the wisdom of age to the impetuosity + of youth in conducting its future, the simple enthusiasm of the wicked + revolutionists knew no bounds. And they cried ‘Hoch!’ and + ‘Viva!’ and ‘Hooray!’ and many other like + inarticulate shouts in many varieties of interjectional dialect all the + evening; and everybody agreed that after all Herr Max was VERY little + grayer than before the trial, in spite of his long and terrible term of + imprisonment. + </p> + <p> + He WAS a little embittered by his troubles, no doubt;—what can you + expect if you clap men in prison for the expression of their honest + political convictions?—but Ernest tried to keep his eye steadily + rather on the future than on the past; and with greater ease and unwonted + comforts the old man’s cheerfulness as well as his enthusiasm + gradually returned. ‘I’m too old now to do anything more worth + doing myself before I die,’ he used to say, holding Ernest’s + arm tightly in his vice-like grip: ‘but I have great hopes in spite + of everything for friend Ernest; I have very great hopes indeed for friend + Ernest here. There’s no knowing yet what he may accomplish.’ + </p> + <p> + Ernest only smiled a trifle sadly, and murmured half to himself that this + was a hard world, and he began himself to fear there was no fitting + feeling for a social reformer except one of a brave despair. ‘We can do + little or nothing, after all,’ he said slowly; ‘and our only + consolation must be that even that little is perhaps just worth doing.’ + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. — LAND AT LAST: BUT WHAT LAND? + </h2> + <p> + Long before the ‘Social Reformer’ had fully made its mark in + the world, another event had happened of no less importance to some of the + chief actors in the little drama whose natural termination it seemed to + form. While the pamphlet and the paper were in course of maturation, + Arthur Berkeley had been running daily in and out of the house in Wilton + Place in what Lady Exmoor several times described as a positively + disgraceful and unseemly manner. (‘What Hilda can mean,’ her + ladyship observed to her husband more than once, ‘by encouraging + that odd young man’s extraordinary advances in the way she does is + really more than I can understand even in her.’) But when the Le + Bretons were fairly launched at last on the favourable flood of full + prosperity, both Hilda and Arthur began to feel as though they had + suddenly been deprived of a very pleasant common interest. After all, + benevolent counsel on behalf of other people is not so entirely innocent + and impersonal in certain cases as it seems to be at first sight. ‘Do + you know, Lady Hilda,’ Berkeley said one afternoon, when he had come + to pay, as it were, a sort of farewell visit, on the final completion of + their joint schemes for restoring happiness to the home of the Le Bretons, + ‘our intercourse together has been very delightful, and I’m quite + sorry to think that in future we must see so much less of one another than + we’ve been in the habit of doing for the last month or so.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda looked at him straight and said in her own frank unaffected fashion, + ‘So am I, Mr. Berkeley, very sorry, very sorry indeed.’ + </p> + <p> + Arthur looked back at her once more, and their eyes met. His look was full + of admiration, and Hilda saw it. She moved a little uneasily upon the + ottoman, waiting apparently as though she expected Arthur to say something + else. But Arthur looked at her long and steadfastly, and said nothing. + </p> + <p> + At last he seemed to wake from his reverie, and make up his mind for a + desperate venture. Could he be mistaken? Could he have read either record + wrong—his own heart, or Hilda’s eyes? No, no, both of them + spoke to him too plainly and evidently. His heart was fluttering like a + wind-shaken aspen-leaf; and Hilda’s eyes were dimming visibly with a + tender moisture. Yes, yes, yes, there was no misreading possible. He knew + he loved her! he knew she loved him! + </p> + <p> + Bending over towards where Hilda sat, he took her hand in his dreamily: + and Hilda let him take it without a movement. Then he looked deeply into + her eyes, and felt a curious speechlessness coming over him, deep down in + the ball of his throat. + </p> + <p> + ‘Lady Hilda,’ he began at last with an effort, in a low voice, not + wholly untinged with natural timidity, ‘Lady Hilda, is a working man’s + son——’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda looked back at him with a sudden look of earnest deprecation. ‘Not + that way, Mr. Berkeley,’ she said quietly: ‘not that way, + please: you’ll hurt me if you do: you know that’s not the way + <i>I</i> look at the matter. Why not simply “Hilda”?’ + </p> + <p> + Berkeley clasped her hand eagerly and raised it to his lips. ‘Hilda, + then,’ he said, kissing it twice over. ‘It SHALL be Hilda.’ + </p> + <p> + Hilda rose and stood before him erect in all her queenlike beauty. ‘So now + that’s settled,’ she said, with a vain endeavour to control + her tears of joy. ‘Don’t let’s talk about it any more, + now; I can’t bear to talk about it: there’s nothing to + arrange, Arthur. Whenever you like will suit me. But, oh, I’m so + happy, so happy, so happy—I never thought I could be so happy.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Nor I,’ Arthur answered, holding her hand a moment in his tenderly. + </p> + <p> + ‘How strange,’ Hilda said again, after a minute’s delicious + silence; ‘it’s the poor Le Bretons who have brought us two thus + together. And yet, they were both once our dearest rivals. YOU were in + love with Edie Le Breton: <i>I</i> was half in love with Ernest Le Breton: + and now—why, now, Arthur, I DO believe we’re both utterly in + love with one another. What a curious little comedy of errors!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And yet only a few months ago it came very near being a tragedy, rather,’ + Arthur put in softly. + </p> + <p> + ‘Never mind!’ Hilda answered in her brightest and most joyous tone, + as she wiped the joyful tears from her eyes. ‘It isn’t a + tragedy, now, after all, Arthur, and all’s well that ends well!’ + </p> + <p> + When the Countess heard of Hilda’s determination—Hilda didn’t + pretend to go through the domestic farce of asking her mother’s + consent to her approaching marriage—she said that so far as she was + concerned a more shocking or un-Christian piece of conduct on the part of + a well-brought-up girl had never yet been brought to her knowledge. To + refuse Lord Connemara, and then go and marry the son of a common cobbler! + But the Earl only puffed away vigorously at his cheroot, and observed + philosophically that for his part he just considered himself jolly well + out of it. This young fellow Berkeley mightn’t be a man of the sort + of family Hilda would naturally expect to marry into, but he was decently + educated and in good society, and above all, a gentleman, you know, don’t + you know: and, hang it all, in these days that’s really everything. + Besides, Berkeley was making a pot of money out of these operas of his, + the Earl understood, and as he had always expected that Hilda’d + marry some penniless painter or somebody of that sort, and be a perpetual + drag upon the family exchequer, he really didn’t see why they need + trouble their heads very much about it. By George, if it came to that, he + rather congratulated himself that the girl hadn’t taken it into her + nonsensical head to run away with the groom or the stable-boy! As to + Lynmouth, he merely remarked succinctly in his own dialect, ‘Go it, + Hilda, go it, my beauty! You always were a one-er, you know, and it’s + my belief you always will be.’ + </p> + <p> + It was somewhere about the same time that Ronald Le Breton, coming back + gladdened in soul from a cheerful talk with Ernest, called round of an + evening in somewhat unwonted exultation at Selah’s lodgings. ‘Selah,’ + he said to her calmly, as she met him at the door to let him in herself, + ‘I want to have a little talk with you.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What is it about, Ronald?’ Selah asked, with a perfect + consciousness in her own mind of what the subject he wished to discourse + about was likely to be. + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, Selah,’ Ronald went on in his quiet, matter-of-fact, + unobtrusive manner, ‘do you know, I think we may fairly consider + Ernest and Edie out of danger now.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘I hope so, Ronald,’ Selah answered imperturbably. ‘I’ve + no doubt your brother’ll get along all right in future, and I’m + sure at least that he’s getting stronger, for he looks ten per cent. + better than he did three months ago.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Selah!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Well, Ronald!’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, in that case, you see, your objection falls to the ground. There can + be no possible reason on either side why you should any longer put off + marrying me. We needn’t consider Edie now; and you can’t have + any reasonable doubt that I want to marry you for your own sake this time.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘What a nuisance the man is!’ Selah cried impetuously. ‘Always + bothering a body out of her nine senses to go and marry him. Have you + never read what Paul says, that it’s good for the unmarried and + widows to abide? He was always dead against the advisability of marriage, + Paul was.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Brother Paul was an able and earnest preacher,’ Ronald murmured + gravely, ‘from whose authority I should be sorry to dissent except + for sufficient and weighty reason; but you must admit that on this + particular question he was prejudiced, Selah, decidedly prejudiced, and + that the balance of the best opinion goes distinctly the other way.’ + </p> + <p> + Selah laughed lightly. ‘Oh, does it?’ she said, in her + provoking, mocking manner. ‘Then you propose to marry me, I suppose, + on the balance of the best Scriptural opinion.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Not at all, Selah,’ Ronald replied without a touch of anything but + grave earnestness in his tone—it must be admitted Ronald was + distinctly lacking in the sense of humour. ‘Not at all, I assure + you. I propose to marry you because I love you, and I believe in your + heart of hearts you love me, too, you provoking girl, though you’re + too proud or too incomprehensible ever to acknowledge it.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘And even if I do?’ Selah asked. ‘What then?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Why, then, Selah,’ Ronald answered confidently, taking her hand + boldly in his own and actually kissing her—yes, kissing her; ‘why, + then, Selah, suppose we say Monday fortnight?’ + </p> + <p> + ‘It’s awfully soon,’ Selah replied, half grumbling. ‘You + don’t give a body time to think it over.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Certainly not,’ Ronald responded, quickly, taking the handsome face + firmly between his two spare hands, and kissing her lips half a dozen + times over in rapid succession. + </p> + <p> + ‘Let me go, Ronald,’ Selah cried, struggling to be free, and trying + in vain to tear down his thin wiry arms with her own strong shapely hands. + ‘Let me go at once,—there’s a good boy, and I’ll + marry you on Monday fortnight, or do anything else you like, just to keep + you quiet. After all, you’re a kind-hearted fellow enough, and you + want looking after and taking care of, and if you insist upon it, I don’t + mind giving way to you in this small matter.’ + </p> + <p> + Ronald stepped back a pace or two, and stood looking at her a little sadly + with his hands folded. ‘Oh, Selah,’ he cried in a tone of + bitter disappointment, ‘don’t speak like that to me, don’t, + please. Don’t, don’t tell me that you don’t really love + me—that you’re going to marry me for nothing else but out of + mere compassion for my weakness and helplessness!’ + </p> + <p> + Selah burst at once into a wild flood of uncontrollable tears: ‘Oh, + Ronald,’ she cried in her old almost fiercely passionate manner, + flinging her arms around his neck and covering him with kisses; ‘Oh, + Ronald, how can you ever ask me whether I really really love you! You know + I love you! You know I love you! You’ve given me back life and + everything that’s dear in it, and I never want to live for anything + any longer except to love you, and wait upon you, and make you happy. I’m + stronger than you, Ronald, and I shall be able to do a little to make you + happy, I do believe. My ways are not your ways, nor my thoughts your + thoughts, my darling; but I love you all the better for that, Ronald, I + love you all the better for that; and if you were to kick me, beat me, + trample on me now, Ronald, I should love you, love you, love you for ever + still.’ + </p> + <p> + So they two were quietly married, with no audience save Ernest and Edie, + on that very Monday fortnight. + </p> + <p> + When Herbert Le Breton heard of it from his mother a few days later, he + went home at once to his own eminently cultured home and told Mrs. Le + Breton the news, of course without much detailed allusion to Selah’s + earlier antecedents. ‘And do you know, Ethel,’ he added + significantly, ‘I think it was an excellent thing that you decided + not to call after all upon Ernest’s wife, for I’m sure it’ll + be a great deal safer for you and me to have nothing to say in any way to + the whole faction of them. A greengrocer’s daughter, you know—quite + unpresentable. They’ll be all mixed up together in future, which’ll + make it quite impossible to know the one without at the same time knowing + the other. Now, it’d be just practicable for you to call upon Mrs. + Ernest, I must admit, but to call upon Mrs. Ronald would be really and + truly too inconceivable.’ + </p> + <p> + At the end of the first year of the ‘Social Reformer,’ the + annual balance was duly audited, and it showed a very considerable and + solid surplus to go into the pocket of the enterprising Radical + proprietor. Ernest and Herr Max scanned it closely together, and even + Ernest could not refrain from a smile of pleasure when he saw how + thoroughly successful the doubtful venture had finally turned out. ‘And + yet,’ he said regretfully, as he looked at the heavy balance-sheet, + ‘what a strange occupation after all for the author of “Gold + and the Proletariate,” to be looking carefully over the sum-total of + a capitalist’s final balance! To think, too, that all that money has + come out of the hard-earned scraped-up pennies of the toiling poor! I + often wish, Herr Max, that even so I had been brought up an honest + shoemaker! But whether I’m really earning my salt at the hands of + humanity now or not is a deep problem I often have many an uncomfortable + internal sigh over to this day.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘There is work and work, friend Ernest,’ Herr Max answered, as + gently as had been his wont in older years; ‘and for my part it + seems to me you are better here writing your Social Reformers than making + shoes for a single generation. One man builds for to-day, another man + builds for to-morrow; and he that plants a fruit tree for his children to + eat of is doing as much good work in the world as he that sows the corn in + spring to be reaped and eaten at this autumn’s harvest.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Perhaps so,’ Ernest answered softly. ‘I wish I could think + so. But after all I’m not quite sure whether, if we had all starved + eighteen months ago together, as seemed so likely then, it wouldn’t + have been the most right thing in the end that could possibly have + happened to all of us. As things are constituted now, there seems only one + life that’s really worth living for an honest man, and that’s + a martyr’s. A martyr’s or else a worker’s. And I, I + greatly fear, have managed somehow to miss being either. The wind carries + us this way and that, and when we would do that which is right, it drifts + us away incontinently into that which is only profitable.’ + </p> + <p> + ‘Dear Ernest,’ Edie cried in her bright old-fashioned manner from + the office door, ‘Dot has come in her new frock to bring Daddy home + for her birthday dinner as she was promised. Come quick, or your little + daughter’ll be very angry with you. And Lady Hilda Berkeley has + come, too, to drive us back in her own brougham. Now don’t be a + silly, there’s a dear, or say that you can’t drive away from + the office of the “Social Reformer” in Lady Hilda’s + brougham!’ + </p> + <div style="height: 6em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Philistia, by Grant Allen + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PHILISTIA *** + +***** This file should be named 6060-h.htm or 6060-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/6/0/6/6060/ + + +Etext produced by Charles Aldarondo, Charles Franks and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team + +HTML file produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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