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if indeed there be</p> +<p class='line0'>Beyond one darksome door, a secret stair</p> +<p class='line0'>Which winding to the battlements, shall lead</p> +<p class='line0'>Hence to pure light, free air,</p> +<p class='line0'>This is the master hope, or the supreme despair!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>William Watson</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<div><h1>The Master Hope</h1></div> + +<h2 class='nobreak'>CHAPTER I.</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thou canst not choose Freedom and go in bondage to the delight +of life.”</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>Rudyard Kipling</span></p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>It was Daphne’s last day in London. She wondered +as she looked out over the sunny gardens, with their +new birth of green leaves and neatly ordered flowers, +why the country should take possession of her, and if +the riches it gave would really compensate for the +riches she must lose.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>If it had been a little later in the season, and she +had not been in mourning, perhaps she would not +have wondered at this. It is only when we cannot +do what we want, that what we can do becomes such +a drudgery.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne anticipated nothing but the uncongenial, +so she sat fretting at fate and wondering what to do +with the hours left her. Beyond the wish to avoid +her stepmother, whose somewhat hasty re-marriage +had caused her flight, she had no settled plan. She +had just decided to ring for a maid and go out into +the gardens, when she was startled by the announcement +of Lord Cheston, who came in apologetic and +a little shy to find out, as he expressed it, “What she +was up to?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have a day of last moments before me,” she +explained, “without even a luggage label to write: +and I <span class='it'>don’t</span> want to leave London, Reggie, isn’t it +awful?” Reggie looked as if he thought it was very +awful indeed and shook his head at the hopelessness +of the prospect.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You could stay on, you know,” he finally +brought out, “couldn’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“With Vera—and a new husband, a young man +with a moustache!” cried Daphne impatiently. +“And to hear him called my stepfather once +removed! It’s an impossible situation. You might +as well suggest that I should go to an orphan asylum, +or become a foundling!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you object to moustaches?” asked Reggie, +seizing the only subject on which he felt himself +competent to speak. “I do, myself, you know. I +always think they hide a fellow’s mouth.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s their one advantage,” said Daphne with +some bitterness, “they hide his! If we stay here +much longer Vera will come in; can’t you think of +something to do?” Reggie’s face expressed the +terrible struggle that the importance of such a subject +suggested. He was perfectly content where he was, +and so unused to projects which included Daphne, +and so unwilling to include projects that didn’t, that +it was she who had finally to help him out. “Have +you ever seen the Tower?” she said. “I haven’t. +We might go on the top of a ’bus, and walk about in +the city. I have never walked about in the city; have +you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Rather,” said Reggie with pride, “my lawyer’s +office is in the city. I’ve been there heaps of times.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Jews are there, too,” said Daphne with painful +emphasis. Reggie looked crestfallen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What I say is,” he ventured feebly, “there isn’t +any real harm in Jews.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I daresay you are competent to judge,” said +Daphne a little grimly. There was a pause.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We can’t go alone, can we?” Reggie asked +doubtfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne, who had just decided that they couldn’t, +regarded him with unmixed scorn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should very much like to know why not?” she +said with some dignity. “I am quite able to judge of +such matters for myself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! all right,” said Reggie delightedly. “Go +and put your things on, and I’ll square Vera if she +comes in.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m sure I don’t know what you mean,” said +Daphne as she left the room, “by squaring Vera!” +Reggie, left alone, chuckled. Vera, it seemed, was +closeted with her housekeeper, and would not need +squaring. In a few moments, his companion +descended with the addition of a large rose-covered +hat, a well-fitting jacket, and an admirably handsome +and useless feather boa. Daphne asked him if her +hat was on quite straight. It was a superfluous +question, as the room was well supplied with mirrors, +but it gave him a valuable opportunity of surveying +the whole effect from every possible point of view. +“There’s nothing wrong, is there?” she pleaded +anxiously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s fairly decent,” said Reggie contentedly, “only +it hides your face a little.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s meant to do that,” Daphne informed him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, then, I don’t approve of its intentions,” said +Reggie. “They’re a bit too shady.” This obvious +pun having met with the scorn it deserved, the two +descended, and stood for a blissful moment surveying +the bright, sweet freshness of the morning, which +seemed expressly created for their benefit. Their +youth laid claim to every breath of spring. They +wandered through the Gardens to the Park, reaching +the verge of Piccadilly at about twelve. Time, however, +meaning nothing to them, they continued their +journey, while Reggie explained to her from the front +seat of a ’bus all the places that he didn’t know along +their route, and she contradicted him in equally +happy ignorance. The foolish moments gathered an +extra force, until at last when they had reached their +destination and passed in due form through the +historical associations, which seemed so very far away, +they were confronted by an obviously absurd clock +which asserted that it was half-past one! When they +found that both their watches were under the same +delusion, Daphne became alarmed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What on earth <span class='it'>shall</span> we do, Reggie?” she said; +“you ought to have been more careful!” He met her +reproach with a rueful sigh. “Can’t you think of anything?” +she demanded indignantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can think of lunch,” he ventured. “I could think +quite a lot about lunch.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We oughtn’t to,” said Daphne hesitating.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, that settles it,” said Reggie; “besides,” he +added solemnly, “I have known you since you were +five years old. And you scratched me. It is one of +my earliest memories.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I don’t wonder!” said Daphne crossly; +“but I don’t see that has anything to do with it—anybody +would have scratched you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Armed with the days of our infancy,” Reggie +assured her, “why shouldn’t we share chops, particularly +if they are grilled? I grant you it would be +improper if they were fried. I know an awfully good +place, too.” That decided her. Daphne could not +refuse what sounded so eminently satisfactory; +besides, it was really great fun, and Reggie was only +a boy. She always considered him a boy, though, +as a matter of fact, he was her senior by three years.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know how you came to know of such a +good place,” she said to him suspiciously as she +finished her beautifully grilled cutlet. “I suppose +you lunched here with your lawyer?” Reggie looked +a little put out.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see why you should always drag him in,” +he said, “just when I was enjoying myself, too.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you mustn’t any more,” said Daphne. “It’s +time we went home, and if we meet anybody I shall +never forgive you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The principle is the same,” said Reggie sternly, +“if we don’t.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How absurd you are, Reggie. We aren’t doing +any harm, are we?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m not, certainly,” said Reggie; “but I can’t +answer for you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, if we aren’t doing any harm,” Daphne went +on, ignoring his remark, “it can’t be wrong, but if +people see us and think it’s wrong, it <span class='it'>will</span> be, you +must see that. We are told to avoid the very +appearance——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of evil,” Reggie finished; “you are, that’s where +that hat comes in, it imputes a bad motive to the +whole proceeding. You’d better not take it into the +vicarage, your uncle would want to reform it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! do you think he’ll reform me?” cried Daphne +aghast. Reggie chuckled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I daresay he’ll <span class='it'>try</span>,” he said reassuringly, “but I +shouldn’t be anxious about the <span class='it'>result</span> if I were you.” +Daphne tried to frown, but her success was dashed +by a dimple which she could not overcome. They +went for one more look at the river. The sun caught +the sails of the boats and floated with them into the +distant mist. The dome of St. Paul’s shone like a +lighted window, and far off the towers of Westminster +shot up to share the glory.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall remember to-day,” said Daphne with a +little sigh. “Now that I drift off too, into the mist, +where shall I land, I wonder, and shall I ever come +back? It will be all the same, but I sha’n’t be; you +know, Reggie. It will be another girl! I hope,” her +eyes rested on the cathedral in sudden self-searching, +“I hope a very much better girl, Reggie.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I wouldn’t go as far as that,” he pleaded, +“if I were you!” but his voice was not as steady as +he could have wished.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You don’t know,” said Daphne in a low, earnest +voice, “you don’t know what I mean.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And won’t you tell me?” he asked. Daphne +shook her head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t let’s be sentimental,” she said, “it doesn’t +suit you nor please me. Now, which is most respectable +for us: a ’bus or a hansom?” Reggie looked +thoughtful.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A hansom is nicer in some ways,” he concluded, +“but a ’bus takes a longer time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then we’ll take a hansom,” said Daphne +decidedly. “I agree with you, that the shorter +time is a great advantage.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, who ever said that?” cried the exasperated +Reggie, “you’re simply unfair!” It was nearly four +o’clock, and people had begun to call, before they +reached their destination. “I suppose you’ll write +to a fellow?” Reggie asked as the unnecessarily +speedy hansom gave its last jerk and plunge. +Daphne shook her head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There are so many things to do in the country,” +she exclaimed as she said “good-bye.” He held her +hand as long as he dared.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I say,” he said, blushing furiously, “it’s been a +good day, hasn’t it?” Daphne ceased to gibe, her +eyes grew tender as they met his. There was no +doubt that he was an exceedingly nice boy.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I told you I wouldn’t forget,” she said, “and I +try not to remember what I haven’t enjoyed.” She +turned swiftly and passed into the house. Even the +hat with roses could not hide the friendliness of her +eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The last moments were nearly over, but not quite, +when she ran up to her room and unlocked an old +writing-desk full of letters. The handwriting was +strong and full of character, and the letters had been +read more than once. She did not re-read them now, +she only glanced at the signatures Arthur—Arthur—Arthur. +There was almost a monotony in the +authorship, yet each had a golden difference to the +girl who held them on her lap. She took them all +over to the empty grate and set a match to them. +Passion, and faith, and hope were burned to ashes in +a few moments.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She sat watching them with hungry eyes. “Now it +is all over,” she said, knowing that nothing had been +changed but the visible, and that even that was not +altogether a satisfaction.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She could not alter so lightly what the letters had +meant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The drawback to many destructions is that they +destroy so little.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER II.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“To love as others love, and hate a little less.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Ernest Hartly Coleridge.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course,” said Mrs. Fordington, “I am not complaining. +If it is Providence (and we can hardly call +it anything else) I will say nothing. I must attend +to the Mothers’ Meeting at Aslington, and there is +no necessity for us to go to the station, I have ordered +the dog-cart. This means that I shall have to take a +fly. I am quite willing to do so, Wilfred, though she +is no relation of mine.” Her husband smiled gently, +he understood all (that if it had not been Providence, +she would have said), and he was grateful to +Providence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>There are people who are completely managed by +a system of catch-words, and though very often we +disagree with their meaning, we would not for the +world interfere with their result. Mrs. Fordington +was one of those persons. She was a very capable +woman—that is to say, there were few things she felt +she could not manage, and the remainder she +managed without the faintest hesitation. “There is +nothing,” she was fond of saying, “like being quite +sure.” One did not hear so much of Mr. Fordington. +He was a scholar, and there is so little to say about +scholars. He was also a deeply spiritual man.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And when does Daphne come, my dear?” he +asked her. Mrs. Fordington told him, and then, +finding that she had some minutes to spare, she +decided to use them profitably.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, Wilfred,” she began, sitting down and +drawing on her gloves, “I should like to speak to +you seriously about your niece. I have no objection +to giving her a home, but there must be no misunderstanding +her position here. Your brother John died +leaving next to nothing. Yes! I know what you +are going to say, my dear—he gave his money to +the poor! Very true, and if you will allow me to say +so, culpably silly. Had his own daughter no more +claim on him than gutter children, and are people in +the gutter any more important than people out of it? +What,” said Mrs. Fordington, “is there in the gutter +to make people lose their heads over it? John lost +his, he spent his own money and Mary’s, then after +her death, not even his marriage with an exceedingly +worldly woman made any difference to his gutter +money! <span class='it'>She</span> burned the candle at the other end. +I don’t believe in extremes. I have often said, ‘Be +moderate and you’ll be safe! Start a crank and +everything goes to swell it.’ Where would Daphne +be now if it wasn’t for you?” The Vicar made no +attempt to create a destination for her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“John knew I should look after her,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then,” said his wife, “it was about the only +sensible thing he did know.” Mr. Fordington did +not try to defend his brother, not because no defence +was possible, but because there was none his wife +would understand. When he gave her a real reason, +she suspected him of keeping something back.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne must accommodate herself to her new +position,” she went on. “She must learn to live as +the people of Overham do—the nice people, I mean, +of course. There is plenty of work for a well-regulated +mind, and if she has not yet regulated +hers, I daresay I can help her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We must win her heart first,” said Mr. Fordington, +“before we undertake to influence her mind, and +I am not sure that I believe in influencing anyone’s +mind.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish you had not such a lax way of talking,” +said his wife with a sigh, “you might be Buddhist!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think I see the cab,” said her husband, “I hope +you will have a nice time.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Aslington is a dreadful place,” said Mrs. Fordington, +“the children look very unhealthy, and most of +them are cross-eyed. I cannot understand the neglect +with which these women treat their children. I shall +speak very plainly indeed. Home is a mere word +without a good mother.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That will come in,” said the Vicar, “very nicely.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said his wife with pardonable pride, “I have +inserted it in the last paragraph.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mother! mother! mother!” called a child’s voice +from the lawn, but Mrs. Fordington was looking over +her notes: she did not mean to be unkind, she was +only absent-minded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Be a good girl, Dora,” she said, without looking +up, and the cab drove off.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! father dear,” said Dora, coming to the open +window, “there was promises for a drive, and mother +didn’t see me at all, she said ‘Be a good girl,’ and I +are a good girl, already!” She was seven years old, +but small and delicate for her age, with eyes like her +father’s. Dora knew that <span class='it'>his</span> promises were certain +as the sun, but mother forgot hers until the child +almost wondered whether promises were as true as +things which happened. It is puzzling to find out, +that what people say can mean something different +and even mean nothing at all, and it is better not to +find this out any sooner than can be helped.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You shall drive to the station with me, to see +Cousin Daphne,” said her father, “only it seems to +me you might have a clean frock on.” Dora’s face +brightened.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You see,” she explained, “I was playing with the +chickens, it is a kind of game where you have to +creep under the wires, and look for nests, and one +hen spluttered dirt all over me, an’ I said ‘you’re a +’orrid old beast,’ and don’t you fink she was, +father?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said her father, “you came into her nursery +and meddled with her toys. If she had pecked your +dollie, wouldn’t you have been angry?” Dora +hesitated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dollie’s real,” she explained, “eggs is silly things +what you eat for breakfasts.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They are just as real to the hen,” her father +explained, “as Dollie is to you, and I daresay she +would eat Dollie’s sawdust for breakfast if she could.” +Dora grew rather red.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Only a <span class='it'>little</span> of Dollie is sawdust,” she said; +“<span class='it'>most</span> of her’s real!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The hen would say just the same about her egg,” +said her father. “Why did you call her a horrid +beast, Dora?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s Jack’s name for things,” said Dora with +some pride; “isn’t it a nice name?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think not,” said her father. “I should call her +an estimable bird if I were you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s a very long name to remember,” said Dora +thoughtfully. “Oh, Daddy!” she suddenly exclaimed, +“do you know that I had a dreadful +thought when I was with the hen?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What was it?” asked the Vicar gently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought about the very one that spluttered +gravel,” said Dora, her sensitive lips trembling, “that +it looked rather—rather like mother, father dear. +Wasn’t it a very wicked thought?” There was a +silence between them. The daffodils were still +dancing in the sunlight, but a light April cloud was +coming up over the Church tower. The Vicar +watched it a moment or two.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think God would call it that,” he said at +last, “but it was certainly an undesirable reflection, +and, do you know, I don’t think I should go into the +chicken-yard again, except when Jack feeds them?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that a punishment, daddy?” she asked with her +eyes full of tears. The Vicar shook his head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is a precaution,” he said, “and a precaution is +a safe thing which prevents dangerous ones happening.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Like taking off wet shoes and saying ‘please’ +before jam?” Dora enquired.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very much like,” said her father. “Run and put +on something pretty and we will go for our drive if +it doesn’t rain.” Dora looked sadly at the cloud.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It most always <span class='it'>does</span> rain when I get a clean frock +on and Jack does the windows!” she said with a sigh.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then we will make up a new game if it does,” +said the Vicar. The child ran off happy. “We +should not,” said Mr. Fordington to himself, “let +things make too much difference. An estimable +bird,” he repeated thoughtfully. Then he began to +smile. He smiled very often. It was a great help.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER III.</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>“To have the sense of the Eternal in life is a short flight to the +Soul; to have had it is the Soul’s vitality.”</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>George Meredith.</span></p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>The stillness and sweetness of the April world broke +upon Daphne like a discovered continent. The +country had been silent to her before. She had +passed from house-party to house-party all through +the golden summers of her life, and nature had seemed +a picturesque setting—a background for well-dressed +humanity; she wondered now how she had dared to +point out “views” as if they were Academy pictures, +and patronize roses by arranging them in vases. She +realized, as the bustling Paddington train took her +through mile after mile of fields and woods and hills, +that nature is an element, not a convenience. They +stopped at last at a little wayside station, a spot of +flowers and trees; this was her destination, and as +she stepped off on to the platform, she caught her +breath in a strange sense of loneliness and vastness. +She was within hail of nothing that was customary +or usual. The bucolic blue-eyed youth who stood in +heavy uncertainty over her trunks had nothing of the +friendly alertness she expected from porters. As far +as she could see there were neither houses nor signs +of life. It was a silent world of green, and she had +not even her maid to fall back upon! Before she had +made up her mind to accost the youth, who evidently +expected though he had not asked for her ticket, she +was relieved by the sound of wheels, and in a few +moments the kindly anxious face of Mr. Fordington +was looking down at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can’t doubt that you are Daphne,” he said +smiling, “because there is no one else to choose from. +That is the beauty of country life, it individualizes. +Dora, this is your cousin.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should choose you anyhow,” said Dora, “ ’cause +I like your face.” Daphne laughed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If that is a country compliment,” she said, “it is +a very pretty one.” The groom and the bucolic boy, +who, it seemed, was in charge of the station while the +station master was having his tea, bore away the +trunks between them. The drive to the vicarage was +a silent one, sunset lit up the sky, but the steep hills +and cold spring leaves struck Daphne with a sense of +cheerless beauty. There seemed something almost +stern in the chilly loveliness of her surroundings. +There was much that must be explained and considered +between her uncle and herself, but Dora’s +presence gave them an excuse for putting it off. +Daphne felt, in the silence that was between them, a +sense of friendliness and trust that was grateful to +her. She was sure she should be happy with him, and +she meant to be different—oh, quite different—from +what she had ever been before.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her uncle watched her thoughtfully. He knew +little about her as a young lady, though he +had loved her dearly as a child, when he had +stayed with his brother on his occasional visits to +London. He recognized now that she was what +people would call exceedingly pretty, though that +struck him as mattering very little, even if it were +more obvious than her other qualities. He reflected +that his wife had never seen her, and wondered how +much she would permit her mind to be regulated by +her aunt.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Emma will probably bring the Vicar of Aslington +back to dinner,” said her uncle after tea, “to talk over +parish matters, and I expect my curate, Mitchell. I +thought I would just tell you. He is what they call +a high churchman, and your aunt does not quite +approve of him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And what are you, uncle?” said Daphne, to whom +religion, and especially its various forms, was an +interesting topic. Her uncle smiled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think I am a party man,” he said, “I have +never considered my position from that standpoint. +To me form is beautiful as an interpreter of Spirit. +All that leads one to the height of great realities, +humility, and truth, and love, and thanksgiving, are +surely doors into the infinite; and all that helps us to +realize them, whether it is in the simplicity of a +village church, or the magnificent solemnity of a +cathedral, lead us to those doors. Form without +Spirit is idolatry, and Spirit without form is very +vague for human hearts to accept, so truth is given us +in parable, and grace in sacraments.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I meant something a little more definite than +that,” said Daphne in a puzzled tone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Bread and butter is definite,” said her uncle, “but +it is bread and butter. You must be content to +believe mysteries without explanations, it often seems +to me, a refuge of the superficial, to require things to +be quite clear. It’s a shallow pool you can see the +bottom of, and more often than not an unhealthy +one.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I like good music,” said Daphne doubtfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So do I,” said her uncle, “and I hope you will play +to me to-night.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She is not awake yet,” thought her uncle as she +went to her room, “and so many things happen when +people wake up.”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER IV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“How very hard it is to be a Christian! Hard for you and me!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, my dear Mr. Ogden,” said Mrs. Fordington +as they drove home after the Mothers’ Meeting, “we +shall find that young Mitchell there to-night. A +confirmed Ritualist, and a most bad-tempered young +man, and rather handsome, which is so dangerous, +with a young niece in the house; and I should so like +you to take him down a bit. You know my husband—he +is too tolerant, far too tolerant—and I can assure +you he won’t say a word, though he has told me he +dislikes incense, and wouldn’t know how to put on a +chasuble if he tried!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Ogden could not quite follow all his neighbour +said—the fly jolted rather—but he caught the gist of +it. “I will endeavour,” he said, “to expose the young +man’s ignorance.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No one could do it better, I am sure,” said Mrs. +Fordington. Mr. Ogden looked a little suspicious. +“You have such a penetrating mind,” she went on, +“and such a grasp of truth.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Ogden looked as if he had, as if, in fact, he +would have closed his hand on truth, grasped it to +fragments, and never parted with the pieces. “I will +uphold the truth,” he assured her, “the Evangelical +truth,” he added rather hastily, as if it were the only +safe brand, and all imitations fraudulent.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington felt that the truth would be all +right then; nor did either of them think that a truth, +not capable of standing firm by itself, might be a +shallow, superficial truth, or perhaps not a truth at all, +only a plausible imitation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne wore a beautiful dinner dress. She had a +lovely neck and shoulders, even her aunt was surprised—though +she was much irritated by her appearance. +She herself was dressed in black trimmed with +blue, a good deal of blue.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear child,” she said, when she had passed her +large, hard cheek to Daphne, “we dress very simply +here. Let me introduce you to our neighbour, Mr. +Ogden, and to my husband’s colleague—Mr. Mitchell. +I hope you are not tired, dear, after your journey?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Mitchell was dark, and undeniably good-looking. +He was muscular and athletic, and Daphne +also thought he must be quite six foot. He had deep +blue eyes that turned almost black when he was +angry; at least the young ladies of Overham said so, +and they had watched them very carefully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>At Overham the curate’s eyes were tremendously +important. They backed his sermons wonderfully, +and lent force to all his appeals. They even sold pincushions +at bazaars, made by other young ladies. +There was no end to their general utility, and it +is to his credit that he knew nothing at all about +them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne talked to Mr. Ogden till dinner-time. She +asked him how to teach at Sunday School. He told +her, and found her most intelligent. “Of course there +<span class='it'>are</span> other methods besides mine,” he modestly +declared.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But your’s are so clear!” said Daphne, “and so +interesting, and that’s a very unusual combination for +Sunday School teaching—isn’t it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Ogden found her quite exhilarating to talk +to. They went down to dinner. Mrs. Fordington +was an economical housekeeper. She gave you +plenty to eat, perhaps more than you fancied, but +she economized in quality. Sometimes her husband +wished it was the other way round, but he never said +so. He often frowned when Dora ate no breakfast. +Mrs. Fordington frowned too, when she noticed it; +but <span class='it'>she</span> frowned at Dora.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What kind of a meeting did you have this afternoon, +my dear?” asked her husband.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We really did very well, I think. Twenty women +turned up, and were quite attentive. We had tea +afterwards. Of course the poor things are sadly +ignorant, but at any rate I spoke plainly to them. I +tried to make them understand their duties.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And what are their duties?” asked Daphne +innocently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her aunt looked annoyed. “When you are a +mother, Daphne, you will understand,” she said coldly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But then, why don’t they understand?” Daphne +persisted; “they are mothers, aren’t they—or they +wouldn’t—meet?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are quite silly, Daphne; because they are +uneducated, ignorant women, of course. Their duties——” +Mrs. Fordington paused. (Daphne felt +relieved. The curate really had a sense of humour—he +was smiling.) “Their duties,” the Vicar’s wife +repeated, “are to make their homes happy and +comfortable, to keep their children healthy and tidy, +and to be good examples and kindly companions to +their husbands.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, for uneducated, ignorant women, that must +be a lot for them to learn,” said Daphne smiling. +“You must forgive me for asking silly questions, +please. It seems so very funny to be in a parish: I +don’t believe I ever dined with a clergyman before; +if I did he was lost somewhere among the others. +You must excuse me if I make mistakes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Fordington,” said Mr. Mitchell quietly, +“clergymen are quite like other men, you know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Except,” said Mr. Ogden, seeing his opportunity, +“what we may call those sexless creatures, modern +Ritualists.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>There was a pause, but before the bomb shell had +had time to go off, or Mr. Mitchell to accept the +sudden and sweeping challenge of his adversary, Mr. +Fordington gently intervened. He hoped, he said, +that Mr. Ogden had not forgotten to make him one +of his especial flies.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I go in for trout fishing,” he explained to his +niece, “and Ogden goes in for making flies, better +than nature, and twice as natural. Of course May is +our month, but one ought to get ready in April.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her uncle landed his fish, and for ten minutes Mr. +Ogden talked about flies, but the danger was not +over yet.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I noticed,” said Mrs. Fordington, “that when I +went to church this morning to do the flowers, it was +already open. Was it an oversight, or, if not, may I +ask for what reason it can possibly have been open at +that hour of the morning?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The curate looked uncomfortable. The Vicar +again intervened. “But if you wanted to do the +church vases, my dear,” he said mildly, “you must +have been pleased to find the door open.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I had the keys with me,” said his wife coldly, +“and that is not the point, Wilfred: <span class='it'>why</span> was it +open?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you not think, Mrs. Fordington,” said the +curate bravely, “that it is a good thing to have the +church open, all day if possible, so that people may +go into it if they choose?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why should people go into it, Mr. Mitchell?” +asked the Vicar’s wife severely, glancing across the +table to Mr. Ogden.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They might wish to pray,” said the young man, +hating himself for what looked like cant. Daphne +liked him for saying it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Ogden snorted. “And why, sir,” he exclaimed, +“should they pray there? They can pray at home +if they want to, though I daresay it would be better +for them to do a little hard work, instead of reeling +off prayer like a Chinaman’s flying wheel.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you consider work incompatible with prayer +then?” asked the young clergyman defiantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I believe in prayer, sir,” Mr. Ogden replied +angrily. “Real, earnest prayer, sir! at the proper +times——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, and what do you consider the proper times?” +asked Mr. Mitchell.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The proper time,” began Mr. Ogden, who was +not quite sure of his footing, and was thinking of a +text to floor his adversary, “the proper times are +morning and evening in your own home, and on the +Sabbath day, in the Lord’s House.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>There were at least three statements in this +answer that Mr. Mitchell longed to tear limb from +limb—they were to him—the very dragon, and the +world’s old enemy, but he contented himself with +asking Mr. Ogden a little ironically, and as a preparation +for the conflict in store: “Have you chapter and +verse for all that—sir—or does the Church teach it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne listened with great amusement, but she +was almost as startled as the rest of them, when her +uncle said in a voice full of pain: “My dear friends! +may I ask if this discussion is being carried on in a +Christian spirit—and if it is not, would it not be better +to refrain?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is a discussion upon Christian topics,” Mr. +Ogden at length replied.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But scarcely I would imagine,” Mr. Fordington +said very quietly, with the pained expression deepening +on his face, “scarcely for the Glory of God—and +so I venture to think, my dear Ogden—unprofitable.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I beg your pardon, sir,” said young Mitchell +quickly, “and yours, Mr. Ogden—I fear I spoke +hastily and without due consideration.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Fordington’s face cleared. Mr. Ogden pursed +up his mouth rather stubbornly. He was a firm man, +and besides, he felt that the text would have come to +him in a minute; he was three years older than the +Vicar of Overham, but it was certainly not his place to +rebuke him. Aslington was a larger parish.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne turned to her uncle. “What music shall +I bring down after dinner?” she asked. Conversation +began again—and the truth had been upheld.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER V.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“O fancies that might be! Oh, facts that are!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington was forced to take her girls’ +Bible Class soon after dinner, leaving her niece still +playing to the rest. Daphne played well, she played +from her emotions. So music took it out of her—as +indeed it does, from all those who have it <span class='it'>in</span> them, +and she soon became exhausted.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her uncle and Mr. Ogden were absorbed in “flies.” +She turned to the curate, “I wonder why you are +here?” she said. “Tell me about it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The curate had decided at dinner that she was +flippant, and not to be trusted; he was therefore +surprised to find himself telling her, what he had told +to no one—of a slight weakness in his lungs, and the +necessity of good air for a year or two. He told her +of his passionate love of humanity, with the ambition +of a home somewhere in London, and the chance of +a life-work among the hurried workers in strange +places, so near, some of them, and yet so little understood +by the world from which she came.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah!” he said, “the monotony! think of it! One +little piece of shoe perhaps—made and remade, +minute after minute, through hours, and days, and +years, through lives and generations! Lives, spent +too, without privacy, without horizon, with neither +light nor beauty, and the break in them! The terrible +holidays! when their jaded spirits find in the +re-action of gross self-indulgence the only joy that +it is in their power to attain!</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They talk of ‘reversion to type,’ what kind of a +type are we Englishmen making to send down its +curse to posterity, to guard and keep the interests of +our Empire? We do not go back to old types in our +retrogression, for they were at least free from the +complications of modern life. We form new and +hideous possibilities; brains that have become +machines, and machines in charge of depraved human +passions.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not even a limited company can get rid of human +nature—it can only poison it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Think of the bodies and souls of London districts! +Have you watched them pour out of factories, +or seen them stagger into the only free Homes open +to them, at the street corner? We talk about the +Church, and we have services on Sunday, and they +don’t know—and could not practice if they did—the +barest decencies of life.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne listened intently. She was quite used to +people telling her what they felt. They generally +did, for she was by nature sympathetic. That is to +say, she voluntarily saw things from other people’s +points of view, a faculty which has its dangers. She +saw now, the grey multitude the curate pictured, and +her heart met his in a passionate enthusiasm of pity. +She hated the dress she was wearing. It had cost +sixteen pounds. One might, she thought, have given +it to them somehow, but of course she couldn’t stop +wearing the dress.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh!” she said, looking into the curate’s eyes, +“how terribly selfish we are! We are so willing to +give up other people’s things! I remember hearing +an address in town on the East London Fund. The +girl I went with cried terribly, and I made resolutions. +Then we went to Fuller’s and bought some lovely +chocolates and had tea. Wasn’t it horrible?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The curate shrugged his shoulders.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your uncle’s is a very easy parish,” he said; +“sometimes it makes me feel as if I were buying +chocolates.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” she said, “but in two years——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>His eyes grew grave and happy. “If I am permitted +in two years,” he said, “I shall think myself a +most fortunate man.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She felt irritated. He was throwing himself away. +“My uncle is a very good man,” she said, “yet <span class='it'>he</span> +does not consider it necessary to work in the slums.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mr. Fordington is married,” said the curate slowly. +“That—is very different.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Suddenly she knew that he was thinking of some +girl, and that it was hard. “I understand,” she said +gently; “so you won’t marry?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One must give up one’s life to one’s work,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And one’s love?” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The curate glanced at her hurriedly. Then he +looked away. The Vicar was happily examining his +fishing gear with Mr. Ogden. Below them, in the +parish room, the monotonous unwavering tones of +Mrs. Fordington’s Bible-Class voice, were quite +audible. “That belongs to one’s work, too,” he said +finally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! you poor, dear young man!” thought +Daphne to herself, “are you so very sure?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After they had gone, she asked her uncle, a +little suddenly, if there were any nice girls in the +parish.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The Overham young ladies,” he said with a +twinkle in his eye, “play hockey very well in the +winter, and they have tennis in the summer. I +imagine your aunt would tell you, that they all teach +in Sunday school, but I am not quite sure!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good Heavens!” cried Daphne, “don’t they read, +think, or work, have they no interests, no resources, +no characters?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear!” said her uncle smiling outright now, +“you are very impulsive. They are good, sensible, +English girls. I daresay you would find them a little +dull, a trifle local, too, perhaps. You see there is +little excitement in a place like this, and a great +paucity of young men.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That has nothing to do with it,” flashed Daphne +angrily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her uncle laughed aloud. “Oh, yes, my dear! it +has!” he said. “It has everything in the world to +do with it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” said Daphne smiling unwillingly, “am I +supposed to play tennis too?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You may play any game you like,” said her uncle +with quick gravity, “Daphne dear—if you play fair.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know what you mean,” said Daphne blushing, +but she knew perfectly well; and, as she kissed +him good-night, she thought almost as much of his +penetration as of his charity.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington found her husband alone. +“Wilfred,” she said, “don’t tell me that you let +her flirt with that young Mitchell?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Emma,” said her husband, “Mitchell +doesn’t know how to flirt, and Daphne has gone to +bed.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I knew we should have trouble,” sighed his wife, +“the moment I saw that low-necked dress.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear! you wear them yourself,” her husband +pleaded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, but they do not look the same on me,” she +replied; “besides, she has three enormous trunks.” +The Vicar was silent. His silences often baffled his +wife, for she felt as if they did not come from her +having convinced him—she did not dream they came +from his being unable to talk down to her level. “I +can’t understand you, Wilfred,” she said, “you always +seem to evade my arguments.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Emma,” he said, “they are unanswerable, +and we are very late. I hope the girls’ class after +your full afternoon did not tire you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well!” said Mrs. Fordington, not yet fully +mollified, “whether I am tired or not, I hope I always +do my duty.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am quite sure you do,” said her husband; “I +will just see if Dora is asleep before I go to bed.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You simply spoil that child, Wilfred,” said his +wife, and she did not offer to go with him.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER VI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“It requires a long time to know any one.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Sancho Panza’s Proverbs.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne grew to like Overham, and indeed it would +have been strange if she had not. She carried the +place by storm. The men liked her because she was +so uncommonly well up on subjects which interested +them. She was a good listener. The women, who at +first were inclined to stand off—partly because she +dressed so well and was hard to snub—were quite +won over by her deprecating way of asking advice +from them about subjects on which they knew +nothing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne was not consciously insincere, but mingled +with an intense desire to please lay a dramatic ability, +too delightful to be subdued. She let herself go, and +afterwards she was sorry. She came too soon through +all conventions and polite barriers into the garden +of souls, and when she found potatoes instead of +roses, she tried to get out again. The result was, that +sometimes she did a good deal of damage in the +garden, for she was usually disappointed—and she +undervalued potatoes altogether.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>One of the first things she did was to offer to play +the organ, but her uncle told her that there was a girl +who did that already.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She is a fine girl,” he said; “I should like to introduce +her to you, she is so absolutely true.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m afraid that means that she is very abrupt and +wears a sailor hat, doesn’t it?” asked Daphne smiling +up at him, as she dusted the books in his study. It +was one of her gifts to handle books properly, and +even when she took them out to put them back in +their proper places and right side up.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said her uncle, “in this case it does mean +that, but it also means a great deal more. She is +very poor, and lives with a widowed mother, who is +in some ways unfortunate. They manage to rub on +somehow, with what the girl does, training choirs, +giving music lessons, and the like. She does most of +the work in the parish. She is coming to give Dora +a lesson this morning, but I want them to go out and +pick primroses instead. It is such a lovely morning, +perhaps you would like to go with them?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne nodded. “I think it would do me good,” +she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her uncle looked at her as if he would like to say +something, but he checked himself. He had come +to the conclusion that if you wished someone to like +someone else, it is wiser not to tell them so.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>A few minutes later, Daphne was formally introduced +to Katherine Linton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was not until they had reached a certain wood, +carpeted with primroses, where Dora, silent with +delight, was tremulously and hurriedly digging her +little hands into the cool, mossy home of them, that +Daphne began to take stock of her companion. She +was smaller than Daphne, and had a face and figure +almost too strong to be pretty, but in spite of this she +was pretty, by reason of a complexion typically +English, and yet so rare, that not even in England +does one come across it often. She had the skin of +a little child, clear white, with shades and tints that +made a wild rose, hackneyed as the comparison seems, +the only term for it; but it was her mouth that +pleased Daphne most. It was beautiful, and on it +one saw her character written plainly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wonder why my uncle never told me about you +before?” Daphne said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine laughed. “Why should he?” she asked, +“and what on earth was there to tell you? I am his +organist and he is very good to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He certainly wouldn’t be likely to tell me that!” +said Daphne. “But he might have said that you +were simply delightful, and that I should be sure to +like you immensely!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine’s eyes flashed and she bit her lips. +“You are simply laughing at me!” she said, “and I +don’t like it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne felt suddenly young and abashed. There +were a hundred ways in which she might contradict +this, but she used none of them. “I am so sorry,” +she said, “I am afraid that it was just my way of +talking.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have no business to talk that way, unless you +mean it,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne had never been spoken to like this before. +She burst out laughing. Katherine looked perplexed +for a moment, but she soon joined her. “And do you +mean to say,” said Daphne at last, “that you never +say nice things to people?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think lies <span class='it'>are</span> nice,” said Katherine firmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes, they are, awfully,” said Daphne, “and, +besides, you know, nice things aren’t always lies, anymore +than rude things are always true!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine turned penitent. “Oh, Miss Fordington!” +she said, “I am afraid I was dreadfully rude.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne laughed. “I can assure you,” she said, +“I liked it immensely, and it is most bracing, but +please call me Daphne, it sounds so much more +natural in a wood—and even out of it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No. I shall not do that,” said Katherine Linton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you afraid you wouldn’t mean it?” said +Daphne smiling.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Katherine, “I am not.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then, for Heaven’s sake, what principle does it +offend?” cried Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am your uncle’s organist,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am his niece,” said Daphne, “but what of it?” +Their eyes met, and they looked long and hard at +each other. Then suddenly Daphne leaned forward +and kissed her. “Now, what are you going to call +me?” she asked. “You have a perfect right to call +me most impertinent.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I won’t call you that—Daphne,” said +Katherine very slowly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine went home with the knowledge that life +had become rich in possibilities. She was one of +those people who love, very simply, and very entirely—and +so as a natural consequence—very rarely. +She thought Daphne was wonderful.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne shrugged her shoulders over the episode, +that was what she called it. “Now,” she said, “when +I go away from here, I shall have to write to that girl. +I wonder why I made her call me Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Cousin Daphne,” said Dora very slowly, “I wish +you wouldn’t pin those primroses.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, sweetheart,” said Daphne, “don’t you think +they look nice there?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, but it must hurt them terribly,” said Dora, +“and they have such good faces.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne hesitated, but she loved children. “All +right, Dora,” she said, “put them in water with yours, +and then come and lie down while Daphne reads to +you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Daphne,” said her Aunt, coming in, +“Dora has missed her lessons, and she must really +practise a little now. I should be glad if you would +help me do the Parish library accounts.” Daphne +obeyed, but came back to find Dora in tears over her +five-finger exercises.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can always find my fingers,” Dora explained +tearfully; “but oh, I can’t never find the keys!” +Daphne shut the piano gently, and together they +arranged the primroses.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER VII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“The worldly Hope, men set their Hearts upon,</p> +<p class='line0'>Turns Ashes—or it prospers; and anon,</p> +<p class='line0'>Like Snow upon the Desert’s dusty Face,</p> +<p class='line0'>Lighting a little hour or two—is gone.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>An event was at last going to happen at Overham, +Lady Middleton, Daphne’s stepmother, was going to +take a house in the neighbourhood for three months. +It is perhaps one of the things that is most to be +envied in possessors of riches, that they can take +houses, really beautiful houses, in places of a thousand +lovely kinds, and sink into them as naturally as to-morrow +follows to-day for a few months, and then +drift out of them with equal ease and comfort to other +places also prepared for them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The rich are not indifferent to pain, nor cruel to +poverty, they are merely ignorant of daily bread, and +the efforts required to attain it. They have much of +the happy-go-lucky fatalism to be found among the +outcasts of society, and the tramps in hedges; only +the one class learns it in defiance of an experience +that has proved too hard, and the other from an +absence of experience which has proved too comfortable.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton was of this latter sort. She had +been known to scold a poor governess for walking +on a cold winter’s day without furs, and when the +governess had remarked with some spirit that she +had not got them, she became very vague indeed, and +said she supposed that there was a society for that +sort of thing. Then she rang for some cold milk and +biscuits for the governess.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton’s first child had married well, she +had three thousand a year pin money, and she had +known little of her husband. Daphne, her stepdaughter, +she had taken great trouble over, and +Daphne was much prettier than her own daughter, but +she was more wilful. She even said she wished to +know before-hand something of her husband, which +Lady Middleton had felt was not quite nice. However, +she meant to do her duty by her, and for that +purpose had taken a place at Overham, filled it with +servants and pretty things, and had invited suitable +guests. Among them Lady Cheston and her twin +daughters Alice and Maude, who, if they had not worn +different ribbons on their clothes, could scarcely have +been told apart. The difficulty, as Lady Cheston +herself explained, was obviated by the fact that it +didn’t make the slightest difference, as nobody cared, +except perhaps, Alice and Maude.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>With them came their brother Reggie, whom no one +except the servants seemed to remember as Lord +Cheston, and David Grey, who owned a good deal +of property and the handsomest head in London. +There was also a young American said to be literary, +and certainly amusing. The men almost at once +began to call him Russell, and the women equally +soon discovered that his first name was Bert. The +party was finished off by the lion of the season, a +certain well-known surgeon, who had added +hypnotism to his other talents.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton wished Daphne to marry David +Grey, or, if the child preferred an alternative, she had +no real objection to Reggie, though he had little +money. Sir Henry Middleton came down for +Sundays. He was ten years younger than his wife.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton went to call at once upon Mrs. +Fordington. “You must really let me borrow +Daphne,” she said, looking at Mrs. Fordington’s +afternoon dress, and deciding that she was +“impossible.” “I have not seen the dear child +for so long. A few days with some of her old friends +may do her good, don’t you think?” She added in +the same breath, “I should so much like to live in a +vicarage. Don’t you find it charming?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington had not asked herself this +question. “The house is rather too small,” she +said, “and the garden too large——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, but <span class='it'>can</span> a garden be too large, dear Mrs. +Fordington?” said Lady Middleton looking intensely +earnest, and wondering whether Daphne would come +in. “I never feel as if I could breathe without an +horizon.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was thinking of gardeners,” said Mrs. Fordington, +“they are an additional expense.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes! of course,” said Lady Middleton with +enthusiasm; “but then, they wear such <span class='it'>nice</span> hats, +don’t they?—and know the names of flowers—I do +think it’s <span class='it'>so</span> clever of them! I have often wanted to +ask some one who knew. Do you really think they’re +<span class='it'>good</span>, Mrs. Fordington?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>My</span> gardeners are,” said the Vicar’s wife, “but +then I keep my eye on them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“<span class='it'>How</span> clever of you! I wish I could, but I always +say to them, ‘Now, my dear creatures, please <span class='it'>don’t</span> +turn up in the wrong places, and <span class='it'>never</span> appear +suddenly in secluded corners,’ and then, you see, they +keep out of the way, and I can assure you they are +no trouble at all. But I’m so glad that you think +they’re <span class='it'>good</span>.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar entered at this moment, much to his +wife’s relief.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton stretched out both her hands to +him. “My dear Wilfred,” she said, “how unspeakably +like dear John you are!” And then +she burst into tears. Mrs. Fordington looked hopelessly +at the bell-rope, and then at the family bible. +She was seldom at a loss when there was anything to +be done, but for a moment she stood paralyzed before +she opened a window.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, thank you <span class='it'>so</span>,” said Lady Middleton, whose +dress she had trod on as she passed, “<span class='it'>how</span> kind you +both are to me! I know you’ll let me have Daphne +for a few days—she will be such a comfort to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course you can have Daphne,” said her +brother-in-law, but he did not refer to “dear John.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>A few minutes later Lady Middleton was telling +them both of a wonderful cure for sin. “It’s all <span class='it'>so</span> +easy,” she explained. “You are hypnotised by a +really good man, who says to you, ‘When you wake +up, such and such a sin will be loathsome to you,’ and +whatever it is, debt, or drink, or betting, you just +wake up hating it, and in the same way you get to +love your neighbour, and make sacrifices, and go to +church regularly, and be nice to your maid, and do +real good in every possible way—and don’t you think, +dear Wilfred, we might try it on here?” The Vicar +gasped.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington’s patience was at an end. “My +dear Lady Middleton,” she said with some firmness, +“your suggestion is absolutely unpractical, and, +though I am sure you do not mean to be so, it +strikes me as exceedingly irreverent.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton got very red. “You misunderstand, +Mrs.—er—Fordington,” she said. “I was +speaking to your husband.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington rose, and swept majestically to the +door. “Good-afternoon, Lady Middleton,” she said, +facing her adversary with an intense indignation that +was not becoming. “In that case, I will leave you +with my husband!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How clever of you,” murmured Lady Middleton, +then she turned to the Vicar with her sweetest +smile. “I’m so sorry to have vexed your wife, dear +Wilfred,” she said, “but women who have not read, +or thought, or <span class='it'>lived</span> deeply, scarcely understand these +things. I feel barely on the threshold of them +myself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar smiled. “If you take my advice, Vera,” +he said, “you will remain on the threshold. I am +afraid the agricultural mind is not receptive to new +ideas. Why not try your theory, if you feel sure of +its efficacy, upon some of your personal friends?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It requires active willingness, and a blank mind,” +explained Lady Middleton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, surely,” said the Vicar, “you could supply +both those requirements—outside the labouring +classes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton looked discouraged, but a happy +thought struck her. “I will find a child,” she +exclaimed, “that is what I want, a school child for +a penny an hour——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar cut her short. “Not a single school +child from this parish, Vera,” he said sternly; “I do +not approve of experiments upon children.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton’s face fell again, but at that +moment she saw through the window Katherine +Linton and Daphne crossing the lawn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar had scarcely time to open the long +French window, and free her dress from a nail, before +she made a graceful dash out into the garden, and +caught Daphne in her arms. “My dearest, dearest +child!” she said, kissing her passionately, “at last I +have you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne looked startled and annoyed; unconsciously +she clung to Katherine’s hand as if she were +afraid. “I did not know you would be here—so +soon,” she answered finally. Lady Middleton +poured out her plan for Daphne’s visit. “I have +not introduced you to Katherine,” said Daphne, after +she had listened carefully to all her stepmother said, +and wondered not a little, as to what she meant, and +didn’t say. “She is to have a holiday for a week, +may she come with me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton’s eyes turned hard for a moment, +but a glance at Daphne showed her that she must +change her attitude, or lose her game. Unconsciously +the two girls faced her, as if they were her +enemies. She smiled charmingly. “You must let +me call you Katherine, dear,” she said, “and I should +quite <span class='it'>love</span> to have you both. Will you come to-morrow?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine was silent and perplexed. She would +have refused at once, but for what looked like fear in +Daphne’s face. The two had grown, in the last few +weeks, into a friendship for each other so profound +and absorbing that they seemed capable of a +communion as much beyond words as it was +independent of them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She smiled, and said naturally, “I am afraid, Lady +Middleton, I have no decent clothes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton was quite shocked, and became +vague in a moment. “You dear child!” she said, +“come in anything! Daphne will help you. It is +all quite simple. I don’t <span class='it'>believe</span> in luxury, it always +seems to me to be not really Christian, I like <span class='it'>quiet</span> +comfort.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne met her stepmother’s eyes again. “Comfort +is so expensive,” she said, “isn’t it? I mean one’s +own comfort.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dear child!”—murmured Lady Middleton. She +kissed her good-bye, and shook hands caressingly +with Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar took her to her carriage, before she got +in she handed him a cheque for £50. “My dear +Wilfred,” she said, “please buy something really +<span class='it'>nice</span> for your people with this. It might provide +Christmas trees, mightn’t it? or spring clothes for +the children? I think it never does to be indefinite, +don’t you? But you will know best, I am sure, as to +what is most suitable. I will send the carriage to-morrow +for dear Daphne. It was a great grief to me +to give the child up, but I felt that I owed it to <span class='it'>you</span>. +After all I am only her stepmother!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank God for that!” said the Vicar solemnly +to himself. He did not tell Lady Middleton that it +was kind of her to give him the cheque. She +wondered a little afterwards at his omission, but +decided to herself that his breath had been taken +away by her generosity. As a matter of fact, the +Vicar said to himself that Lady Middleton was +paying a little hush money to Providence. He +wondered what for, but Daphne knew.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER VIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Courage slays giddiness at abysses;</p> +<p class='line0'>And when is not man confronted with abysses?”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Nietzsche.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne,” said Katherine, when they were left +alone, “why did you make me give in? You know I +shall not be at home there. What is that you want +me for? If I didn’t think you wanted me, nothing +would induce me to go.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—I do want you,” said Daphne. They +walked towards a garden seat and sat down, with a +silence between them which expressed a confidence +deeper than words; yet words were to follow as an +outcome of their confidence. It was Katherine who +spoke first.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There is one thing that you ought to understand,” +she said, “and that is that I should never have let you +become my friend.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not think that it is necessary for me to understand +that now, Katherine, it is too late!” said +Daphne smiling.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Through the open window the white-capped maid +was preparing tea, they watched her carefully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I want to tell you,” said Katherine; “I think +you ought to know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I ought to know nothing that does not make it +easier for you,” replied Daphne firmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think it would make it—easier,” said Katherine. +Mrs. Fordington entered the drawing-room, and +spoke shortly to the maid, who had been extravagant +over jam sandwiches. Daphne frowned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then—tell me,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“People don’t call much—on my mother,” said +Katherine. “That’s all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne had seen Mrs. Linton, a pretty, dark +woman, who was an officer’s widow. “I have often +wondered why,” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you never asked me!” said Katherine, her +voice trembling a little.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dearest, why should I? It could make no difference +to us. And there are so many things one can’t +tell.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There is nothing that I could not tell you!” said +Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne smiled a little. “Tell me—then,” she +repeated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My father is alive,” said Katherine quietly, “and +I have never seen him. Captain Linton was not—my +father. People think there is something wrong, +but, of course, no one knows the truth.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Does anyone—ever know the truth?” said +Daphne wearily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Katherine. There was an absolute +silence again, except for a boisterous thrush, tossing +his views of spring across to a blackbird digging up +a worm, and far too busy to answer him. Daphne +put her hand over Katherine’s. “Don’t!” said +Katherine quickly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington walked out on to the lawn. “Miss +Linton,” she said coldly, “will you come in to tea?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine excused herself and went home. +“Mother, dear,” she said, “do you think you could +spare me for a week to-morrow? I will come in and +see every day how you are getting on. Daphne +wants me to go with her to her stepmother’s.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That would be Lady Middleton’s, wouldn’t it?” +her mother asked, laying down some expensive +embroidery.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, mother.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, dear, I have always wanted you to see some +society; but the people are so strange here. They +never call, I can’t understand it,” sighed Mrs. Linton. +She always lived on that side of her mystery. It was +far harder for Katherine than if she had permitted +them both to face the truth. “You’ll have to have +some new clothes, you know, and I could get some +money for you quite easily. I think it’s so cruel of +you, Katherine, never to let me have any money! It +is not for myself I complain, but it is so terrible to see +my daughter a fright, and to know that we could +afford a really good carpet.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mother, dear,” said Katherine firmly, “I will never +touch any of that money, nor, so long as you choose +to live with me, shall you. Daphne and I have seen +about clothes, and she is giving me some of hers.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you mean to say you are accepting charity?” +almost screamed Mrs. Linton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine winced as if she had been struck. Then +she smothered a retort that had risen to her lips. “I +do not look upon it in that light, mother,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Katherine,” said Mrs. Linton, “you are a fool. +That girl is only amusing herself with you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mother,” said Katherine, “I am not going to stay +here and listen to your abuse of my friends!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Linton laughed. “This is the kind of brawl, +my dear child, that you treat me to so often. You +have your father’s temper.” Katherine clenched her +teeth, and for a moment her mother seemed quelled. +“And his little tricks of manner,” she concluded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her daughter walked towards the door. Their +discussions usually ended this way.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Katherine—come back!” her mother called after +her. The girl turned, her eyes were blazing. “I +hope you will have a good time, dear,” said her +mother gently. “And when you’re angry, don’t +stride, it looks ridiculous.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine checked herself again, and moving +swiftly over to her mother, caught both her hands. +“You’ll be all right, dear, till I come back?” she +whispered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Linton laughed. “Silly child,” she said, “kiss +me, and go and see to your frocks! You are a +good child, too, you know, and almost a pretty +one.” Katherine drew herself away from her mother +angrily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She was alternately repelled and fascinated by her, +and since sixteen she had worked for her and +watched over her with the devotion of a slave and the +strength of a master. Her reward was that she kept +her mother, and that though people talked, they did +not know that worse than what they said was true, +neither did they guess that Katherine and Mrs. +Linton knew that they said it. Katherine had to +work hard, and she had never left her mother alone +before. The moment the door shut, Mrs. Linton +moved swiftly and gracefully over to her writing-table, +and tore up a letter she had written. Then she +began to cry, walking up and down the room. She +did all this as dramatically as if she had an audience, +but she did not cry very hard.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When Katherine returned, she was still doing +embroidery. “I am afraid you will tire your eyes, +mother,” Katherine said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My eyes are always tired, Katherine,” replied her +mother, “I am going to bed.” They said good-night +but they did not kiss each other.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After her mother had gone to bed, Katherine saw +the paper on the floor. It had been torn so loosely, +that she could read the address. “Well! she tore up +the letter,” said Katherine, “so it’s all right. I can +go to-morrow!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She rose to her feet almost light-heartedly. She +had lived so long and so closely with tragedy, that +she had grown quite used to it. There were times +when it wouldn’t leave one alone, when there seemed +no let up, for the emotions, and there were times when +it would. It was Katherine’s nature to believe that +there were more of the easier times, and to face the +hard ones when they came with the quietness of a +great courage.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER IX.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“That we devote ourselves to God is seen</p> +<p class='line0'>In living just as if, no God there were.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>The two girls were in their room dressing for dinner. +From their window the view of wood and hill, with +here and there a great red field, and the new-born +freshness of green trees, delighted them both.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I must tell you about them all,” said Daphne, +“David and Reggie are great friends of mine. I +think they both want to marry me, but I’m not sure. +I am quite sure Vera wishes me to marry them both, +or <span class='it'>would</span>, if it were ‘quite nice,’ to have two husbands, +one for his title, and the other for his money, David’s +family is good as well. Mr. Russell I know also, but +I don’t understand him, he says very pretty things. +The twins would be immensely nice, if there was only +one of them, as it is, there is too much ‘repetition,’ +even their own mother laughs at them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne, how horrid!” exclaimed Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne looked surprised. “My dear girl,” she +said, “they’re simply absurd.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hate you when you talk like that!” said +Katherine twisting her hair back fiercely. “You +ought to know it’s unkind to laugh at people! you +wouldn’t like it yourself!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What a dear, you are!” said Daphne; “but you +had better let me do your hair, you have a way of +making it as rigid as your principles, and stiff hair +is horrible you know. Then there’s Lady Cheston,” +she went on, giving finishing touches to her companion’s +dress. “You won’t like her, I know. She +smokes and flirts with David. She will marry him if +I don’t, that’s why Vera has her here, she thinks it +will put me on my mettle. Keep still, Katherine, +you’re restive! Then there is Arthur Field, the great +surgeon, who became a hypnotist, he’s one of Vera’s +passions, but they are all very innocent, she is only +dangerous when she tackles theories, and he’s not a +sham.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you like him?” asked Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, one doesn’t <span class='it'>like</span> those sort of people you +know,” said Daphne fastening on a rose. “One justs +talks about them. It’s an amusement, like a pianola, +Vera has a pianola. By-the-bye, she has picked up +Mr. Mitchell somewhere, and invited him to dinner; +he will be rather out of it I should imagine, but she +always has a parson, she thinks a great deal of her +soul.” Daphne watched her friend—she was blushing. +“You are very silent, Katherine,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have nothing at all to say,” said Katherine, the +colour deepening in her face.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that quite true?” Daphne asked her, drawing +her into her arms.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well! I’m not going to say it, anyway,” Katherine +admitted.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne smiled down at her. “I think Mr. Mitchell +is very nice,” she whispered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And I am trying not to think so, Daphne,” said +Katherine quietly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And he?” asked Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We can neither of us marry,” said Katherine; “I +could not spoil his work, nor leave my mother, but +you mustn’t think it’s a trouble, Daphne dear, it did +not go far enough for that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The dinner-bell rang, and, without a word, they +went down into the drawing-room. Reggie and +David were talking to the twins, who were dressed +in pink and blue. They looked as if they were +saying the same things. Lady Cheston was +laughing very loudly at something Arthur Field had +said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine noticed him at once, he had a face like +an eagle, and eyes that, if they were not on you, still +gave the impression that they saw you. Bert Russell +took her into dinner. She was glad he was an +American, for it gave her a safe topic, but he took it +away from her at once.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I have been ever so long in England, I can +see you’re going to ask me, and I do think it’s a +perfectly fascinating country, though I’m not sure I +like to ride in a small box, instead of a car, and drawn +by a toy engine as well.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine laughed. “I was afraid you’d be difficult +to talk to,” she said, “but I don’t believe you will.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, don’t you worry about that!” said Bert +smiling, “American men are always easy to talk to; +you see they have listened to American women, and +when they meet an English woman with half-a-dozen +words, and the loveliest complexion, they put a value +on their chance.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine couldn’t help smiling, his intonation, +which was less than an accent, but more than a drawl, +had something irresistibly funny about it, yet she felt +that he needed snubbing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re a friend of Miss Daphne’s, aren’t you?” +he went on. “I should so much like to know, is it +true, that if I were to say what I really thought about +her, it would make you angry?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can’t possibly tell,” said Katherine; “but if it +were what you really thought, I daresay I shouldn’t +mind, though I shall probably disagree with you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, that’s just what I fancied,” said Bert with +evident mischief. “I think—she’s such a perfectly +lovely girl!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine tried to look put out, and failed. +“Well,” she answered, “I am obliged to confess, I +fully agree with that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you do hate to agree with me,” said Bert, +“I can see that. I wonder why?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because you are so flippant,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good Heavens, Miss Linton, you never made a +greater mistake in your life! I couldn’t be flippant +if I tried, it wouldn’t be possible for me! My faults +lie all on the other side. You might as well accuse +a County Council of being generous! I do think +that’s such a rich institution, though for the best joke +I ever struck, give me the Church of England!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean by talking of the Church of +England as a joke?” asked Katherine indignantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I confess,” said the American ruefully, “it’s +like most English jokes, they have to be repeated +twice before you can catch the meaning—and you +couldn’t, you know, repeat the Church of England +twice! It’s unique.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish you wouldn’t say such things,” said +Katherine, “they are very irreverent, and so cheap.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The young man glanced at her approvingly. “I +guess you’re right,” he said, “I will be like Paul!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know what you mean,” said Katherine +stiffly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Obedient to the Heavenly Vision,” Bert +answered very softly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish I hadn’t asked you!” cried Katherine, +blushing furiously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s the beauty of girls,” he replied calmly, +“they want to run away, but they tell you where +they’re going to; sometimes they don’t run so very +fast either!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! you’re insufferable!” exclaimed Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No! you aren’t used to me, that’s all. I am an +acquired taste, you must try to see a great deal of +me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall do nothing of the sort. I don’t wish to +acquire the taste,” said Katherine frowning.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well! that’s not a very good beginning,” said the +young man thoughtfully; “still, if you felt indifferent, +I should be more discouraged.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I—I do feel indifferent!” cried Katherine +defiantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you just <span class='it'>say</span> that,” said Bert. “If you could +see your own eyes you’d know it wasn’t true. I am +awfully sorry for you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m sure I don’t know why,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, because you can’t see your own eyes,” he +explained, “you miss so much!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Now Katherine knew it would be impossible to +plunge knives or dig forks into this horrible fountain +of personality beside her, but words, which were +never good friends to her, forsook her utterly, and she +was more thankful than she could have thought +possible to Lady Middleton, when she started a +general conversation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, I think, Mr. Field,” she began, “if you could +put an end to drunkenness, it might be a better +world!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Better stuff, and nonsense!” said the great surgeon, +with some brutality, “you can’t stop human +nature. What’s drink, anyway, but an effect? You’ve +got to go to your cause, and causes aren’t easy to stop. +There are poisons all around us, and we use them, +and abuse them as we will, some of them we shut up +and call bad names, others we don’t even mention, but +there’s an instinct that is inside of us, which goes for +them as naturally as a dog to a bone; the bone is +not to blame if by some chance there’s rat poison on +it, and if you were to take it away, the dog wouldn’t +thank you, it would probably bite.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! how true!” said Lady Middleton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Field looked at her as if he would have liked +the dog to have bitten her. “To begin with you +couldn’t stop drink,” he continued. “If there were +no wine or beer, people would get drunk on +eau de cologne, or paraffin, or methylated spirits, +and if you did stop drink, it wouldn’t make any +difference.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, and what would?” asked Lady Middleton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A new heart,” said the curate suddenly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Field shot a contemptuous glance at him which +became interested as he forgot his cloth and looked +at his face. “You’re quite right,” he said curtly. +“But the question is, providing it’s a possibility, who +wants it? We, none of us, want to get any better, we +prefer a religion that doesn’t interfere with our lives; +what we really wish is, that nobody else should get +any worse, particularly the poor, they might make it +so uncomfortable for the rest of us.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then there is no salvation for the world?” said +Daphne very slowly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Arthur Field looked at her strangely. The unreal +party were silent, they thought such things were uncomfortable +and rather shocking.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The world is going to be burnt up, they say,” +Arthur Field said at last. “That is a great satisfaction +to me personally.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And there is going to be a new Heaven, and a new +earth,” said Mr. Mitchell, he did not add, “they say.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David Grey laughed insolently. “I don’t know +that I should altogether like that!” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You probably wouldn’t <span class='it'>be</span> there!” Katherine +found herself retorting very indignantly. There was +a general laugh.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I’m so glad!” said Bert Russell, “that somebody +else is going to catch it besides me, I felt kind +of lost!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton rose to her feet. “Meantime, +there is our earth here,” she quoted with a smile. +“You may amuse yourselves as you like,” she said +to the men. “Reggie, please act as host. It’s such a +lovely night, you will probably find us in the garden.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“With the other flowers,” said Bert Russell as he +opened the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne,” said Katherine as they walked out on +to the lawn, “what a perfectly odious young man!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Who?” said Daphne thoughtfully.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER X.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Is Hope not plumed, as ’twere a fiery dart?</p> +<p class='line0'>  And oh! thou dying day,</p> +<p class='line0'>Even as thou goest, must she too depart</p> +<p class='line0'>  And Sorrow fold such pinions on the heart as will not fly away?”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>D. G. Rossetti.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>There are times when one cannot accept the reassurance +of the external world. When bright sunlight +is a mockery, and a peaceful evening a gibe at +our own restlessness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne, waiting for what she knew was inevitable, +underwent this rebellion to nature. The exquisite +fresh beauty of the May night, with its deepening tints +across the sky, the rising moon, and the last broken +songs of sleepy birds, stung her with a sense of how +alone she was, and in what alien surroundings. She +was waiting for what she, above all things, hoped, +and feared, desired, and trembled at. She wanted +to escape, and she wanted to be recaptured. In fact +she wanted (as in the depths of our hearts we all +want) both to eat our cake and have it unbroken, to +accomplish, and yet not to reach the goal. It was only +when the actual, sharp, decisive tread of the surgeon +approached her, that she realized she had only one +emotion left, a fear that kept her from moving away.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh!” he said, “it is you, Daphne! it is you!” +For a moment he stood gazing down at her. The +hardness of his eyes becoming tender, until he ceased +to look as the world knew him, and looked as she +only could make him look. “It has been a long three +years,” he said at last, “and you are much, much more +beautiful!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then she took courage and began to speak. +“Arthur, you should never have come—why did you +come? I had learnt how to be good, how to do without +you! These three years have been long indeed, +long enough to show me that what I promised was +wrong, and that I can never, never keep it! Oh! +Arthur, it was cruel of you to come back! Let me +go, promise you will let me go?” He pointed to a +seat sheltered by the house.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Sit down,” he said, “and don’t be afraid!” She +obeyed him with a little gesture of despair.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have made me afraid of all the world—and +you!” she said. He passed up and down once or +twice in front of her. Then he turned and faced her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You begged me to leave you,” he said, “because +you were so young, and it was all such a shock; but, +you don’t suppose I meant to keep away, do you? +You, yourself said, ‘Come back in three years.’ I +have worked alone, and it has been hard, but I +thought it only fair to give you time, and you were +worth waiting for, Daphne! What mistakes I have +made, have been paid for out of hand. I don’t mean +to make you suffer for them. I have a plan which +is perfectly easy and simple to put before you. It +will not remove the essential difficulty that will have +to remain your secret and mine, but it will remove all +the obvious disadvantages, and give you a perfectly +recognized position before the world, but I won’t go +into details unless you trust me. You <span class='it'>must</span> trust me +or we can go no further. I suppose I was a fool to +let you go? The next I hear is that the girl who +was to train herself into the courage of her emotions, +means to marry with no emotions whatever a raw boy +out of a college because he happens to have money +and position. Do you break no moral law there, +Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I didn’t say I would marry him,” moaned the girl, +“I only told Vera she might have him here—if she +liked.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To help you make up your mind about me?” he +suggested.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Arthur,” she said, “won’t you let me go? Won’t +you please let me go?” The surgeon knitted his +brows in perplexity as he looked down at her. If +she had ceased to care for him, she would never have +asked him this question, there would have been no +need, she had only to say “I do not love you.” If +she had not ceased to care for him, how could he let +her go for another man? And as for any alternative—there +was no alternative for a girl like Daphne, and +no other alternative for a man like himself. He knew +that there is no safety for passion, but in the definite, +and the irrevocable. Compromise is but a flimsy +barrier, in the war of emotions, ready to fall at the +lifting of an eye-lash, or the touch of a hand. He +realized that he was the more responsible, because +he knew this so much better than she did, but it was +hard to keep back the words that sprang to his lips, +and the thoughts that thrilled his heart, as he looked +at her. He tried not to look at her, but he could not +cease to see her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah!” he said at last, “how I have hoped for this! +Do you want me to let you go? Tell me, Daphne?” +He bent over her as he spoke, and put his hands on +her shoulders. She looked up at him, and tried to +speak, it was so much too difficult to send him away, +and yet, in her heart of hearts, she knew that she could +never do anything else, and still she could not speak. +“Well! you don’t cry!” he said with grudging +admiration for the face beneath his.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No! I don’t cry,” repeated Daphne sadly, “but I +am much more unhappy than if I did!” He gave +an exclamation of impatience, and let her go only just +in time, for the young American had turned the +corner, which sheltered them, and the light of his +cigarette, made a warning signal in the dark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, now! Mr. Field!” he said, “were you +hypnotizing Miss Daphne? You were so very still; +tell me, Miss Daphne, what sin do you want to be +saved from? Maybe if I think hard like Mr. +Field, it’ll work doubly quick, and you’ll wake up +hating it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The girl gave a gasp of relief. “Take me indoors, +Bert,” she said, “this night is—cold. It is too early +to play at summer!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, yes! it’s pretty fresh!” agreed the young +American, “and how you are shivering, Miss Daphne.” +He took her into the empty billiard-room, where a +bright wood fire was burning. “Why! your little +hands,” he said very gently, “your little hands are +just as cold!” He rubbed them between his own, +and she let him without a word, sinking back into +the chair he had brought her, and closing her eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I’m so glad I can trust you, Bert,” she said +at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, certainly!” he said, “you can trust me, why +not?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne did not answer. She felt as if he had +carried her in, out of a storm. She was quite +exhausted, and the worst of it was, the storm was +still outside. A few minutes later, Lady Cheston and +David Grey burst into the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston gave a shriek of laughter when she +saw them. “Oh! you have left a savage creature out +there, Daphne!” she said. “I mean the rude, quiet +man, Wood—Hill—Field—some country name, isn’t +it? I asked him just for fun, you know, how he came +to do hypnotism, and he blazed out at me, ‘If you +want to see performing dogs go to a circus!’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And served you jolly well right, you know!” +said David Grey. “Beastly kind of thing to say to +a man when——” he stopped suddenly, and glanced +at Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You might finish your sentence,” said Lady +Cheston crossly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David Grey gave a short laugh, and picked up a +rose of Daphne’s, which had fallen to the floor. He +put it in his button-hole. “There isn’t any need to +finish the sentence,” he said. “Where are the +twins?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They’re singin’ duets to the curate,” said Lady +Cheston with another little shriek. “And Vera’s +talkin’ to him about teachin’ Sunday School teachers +the harp, she thinks they’ll be able to enter more +into the lives of Old Testament characters! And—give +me a cigarette, David! The girl with the mouth +is reforming, Reggie.” She suddenly remembered +Daphne. “Oh, my dear, I forgot you,” she said, “I’m +always sayin’ awful things before girls!” David +frowned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you want to smoke?” he said; “you haven’t +lit your cigarette yet, you know?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I believe you think it’ll stop me talkin’,” said Lady +Cheston archly, as she accepted a match.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good Lord, no!” said David with some bluntness. +He turned insolently to Daphne. “And you,” he +said, “do you want a match too?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Bert Russell stepped quickly in between them. +“Thank you, awfully,” he said, “I shouldn’t mind.” +Then he also turned to Daphne, “Do you mind my +smoking in here?” he said. Lady Cheston got very +red.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No!” said Daphne, “oh, no! I don’t mind your +smoking!” She got up as she spoke, and walked +slowly towards the door. The group looked after +her, silenced for a moment. Then David flung down +his cigarette, and left the room. The American told +a very, very funny story to Lady Cheston.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne,” said David overtaking her at the foot +of the staircase, “will you marry me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I suppose so,” said Daphne wearily, “but +don’t talk about it, and for Heaven’s sake don’t come +near me!” For a moment, they looked at each +other. The man’s eyes were hungry with passion, +the girl’s indifferent with pain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t seem to get much out of this, do I?” he +said. “In London you were more generous with me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! but I never let you kiss me!” cried Daphne +with sudden emotion.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And now—you are never going to let anybody +else—kiss you,” said David.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She felt her breath coming quick and fast under +his eyes. Then she looked beyond him, and saw +Arthur Field. She made a tremendous effort to pull +herself together, the lights on the floor danced before +her eyes. She could hear the twins singing in the +drawing-room. The hall door opened, and a rush of +cool night air entered, and with it—Katherine. She +glanced towards the staircase, and without a word +passed Arthur, and then David.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Get me some brandy!” she said to the surgeon +contemptuously. “Can’t you see the girl’s going to +faint?” she threw her strong arms round Daphne, who +clung to her silently, as a child in a dark room clings +to its nurse.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let me carry her upstairs,” said David hoarsely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t let him touch me,” Daphne whispered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Go on ahead, and open the window over the sofa +on the first landing,” ordered Katherine briefly, “she +can get as far as that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In a few minutes it was all over, and Daphne safe +in her room. David went into the smoking-room +with Arthur Field. “You are a doctor,” he said, +“what do you make of a girl fainting like that?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was a warm evening, she was over-tired—and +her dress fitted her very well,” said Arthur Field with +a laugh.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t believe that’s true,” said David, “she isn’t +that kind of girl.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Pooh!” said the doctor irritably, “they’re all that +kind of girl!” David poured himself out a stiff glass +of whisky and soda. The surgeon watched his hand +as he poured it out. “And we’re most of us that kind +of man,” he added unconcernedly. David grew very +red.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Two hours later (it was nearly twelve), Lady +Cheston opened the smoking-room door. The surgeon +had gone to bed. “Where’s my Reggie?” she +cried, shaking her finger at David.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know—where—the devil—your Reggie +is!” said the man at the table.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston gave a scream of laughter. +“David!” she said, “you’re drunk!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Damn you!” he shouted, “what if I am?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! you’d better go to bed,” said Lady Cheston, +“if you can get there,” she added, still laughing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie came behind her. “What are you doing, +mother?” he asked very rudely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My sweet pet, I was looking for you,” said his +mother.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well! now you see me,” said her sweet pet rather +crossly, “you had better go upstairs.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>His mother followed his advice and ran laughing +into Lady Middleton’s room. “My dearest Vera,” +she said, “who’s going to marry Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! don’t you know? she’s going to marry David +Grey, that’s been going on for a long while,” said her +hostess calmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston smiled. “My dear—the boy +drinks!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well! there’s the butler,” said Lady Middleton +vaguely, “and he can be hypnotized, you know. +There’s always something wrong with some of +them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well! his <span class='it'>pockets</span> are all right,” said Lady Cheston +with emphasis.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“O, yes, dear! perhaps they are,” said Lady +Middleton, ringing for her maid, “but I never believe +in anybody marrying for money, you know. Have +you everything you want, darling? I <span class='it'>hope</span> so, good-night!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston went to her room, but she did not +go to sleep for a long time. Downstairs Reggie and +the American were helping David Grey to bed. +Katherine sat at Daphne’s bed-side by the open +window, looking out into the night. The sky was +full of stars.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“The Moving Finger writes; and having writ</p> +<p class='line0'>Moves on, nor all thy piety, nor all thy wit</p> +<p class='line0'>Shall lure it back to cancel half a line,</p> +<p class='line0'>Nor all thy tears, wash out a word of it.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>“Rubaiyat.”</p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>It was four o’clock in the morning, and across the +grey of the sky, a dawn rush of rain, passed before +the windows to glance over the garden, and vanish +in the fields. A chill wind, following after, shook the +trees, and bird after bird awoke, to call out sleepily +to each other, that it was time for the earliest of them +to seek his worm.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Katherine, are you awake?” said Daphne quietly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine was by her side in an instant. “What +is it? I am awake,” she said, rubbing the sleep out of +her eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you must be angry with me!” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“For waking me up?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“For not telling you, Katherine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are going to tell me, then?” said Katherine +throwing a blanket around her, and sitting by her +friend’s bed-side.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have been telling you all night long, I think,” +said Daphne. “Now I have no words left. The +morning is coming into the room, isn’t it? Oh, +Katherine, I am afraid of the morning!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you are not afraid of me,” said Katherine +quietly. Daphne drew in a long breath. Katherine +took both her hands with the same protecting gesture +that the American had used the night before, and +then it seemed easier for Daphne to speak.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I loved my father so,” she began. “My mother +died when I was born, and he taught me everything +I know, I was with him always, constantly, till I was +sixteen, then he married Vera. He knew nothing at +all about women, he thought they were all angels, and +that the lovelier they were, the better their characters +must be. Poor father! that was not very much to +know, was it? He seemed to begin at the wrong +end. Vera said she loved me, and he was beginning +to find there were some things hard to teach a +daughter. He never would let me have a governess, +or any companion of that sort, and Vera’s daughter, +Lily, was a great friend of mine. He thought it +would make us all very happy, and at first it seemed +to, I was so fond of Lily, and Vera was very kind, and +she taught me things I didn’t know. I think she +must have taught me all wrong, for I grew most +unhappy, and father and I seemed separated. Then +Lily married. I must go quickly over this part, +Katherine, it was so very terrible. I saw her only +once afterwards, alone, and she asked me if I thought +it was wrong to wish to kill one’s mother, because she +did, and she begged me never to leave them together. +I was very, very angry, and I came home, and said +awful things to Vera. I couldn’t tell father, so she +made up lies about me, and asked him to go away +for a time, and he did. Katherine, dear, how fast the +morning is coming into the room. There seems very +little air.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The window is wide open,” said Katherine, “can’t +you hear the birds? Look! how the curtains blow.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They look as if they were shivering,” said +Daphne; “you won’t leave go of my hands, promise +me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I won’t leave go of them,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, then——” Daphne went on, “Vera met +Arthur Field, he was not such a great surgeon then, +but she seems to have taken a fancy to him, and when +I sprained my wrist, she asked him to come and see +me. He came very often, far more often than he +need. I was only sixteen, Katherine, she should not +have let him come! She wanted him to influence me, +she was terribly jealous of my father. It was only +too easy. Arthur was so clever, so very clever! and +so gentle. Men should never be clever and gentle +too, I think, unless they are very good. Arthur +was not good, he wanted me to marry him, and he had +a wife, a dreadful woman who drank, somewhere a long +way off I think. Vera was the only person who knew +about it, they neither of them told me. Then father +came back, and he disliked Arthur and would not let +me see him, and oh, Katherine, I used to! Vera +never knew, father allowed me perfect freedom. I +hated myself for going, but I used to go! Of course, +Vera never meant it to go on so far, she thought it +would take my love away from father, that we should +cease to trust each other, and that she would get a +hold over me by threatening to tell him about some +letters of Arthur’s she had discovered, I don’t know +how! If I had been older, I should have told him +everything! Oh, how I wanted to! I used to cry +all night sometimes, I was so ashamed! One day I +went to his study to tell him. I went on my knees +beside him, and he kissed me. ‘Look, my darling,’ +he said, ‘here is such a lovely photograph of Vera!’ +Oh, Katherine, Katherine, it nearly broke my heart! +I never answered him, I got up and went out of the +room. He called me back, but I never went. I never +tried to tell him again. Arthur wanted to marry me +secretly, but I said ‘No’ twenty times I think, then I +said ‘Yes!’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You should not have said ‘no’ twenty times, you +should have said it once,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I must have some air,” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Together they went to the open window, and +Daphne looked out over the misty fields. The sun +behind the hills broke into glory, like a great red rose, +scattering pink petals over the sky.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is five o’clock,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And the worst of it was,” said Daphne kneeling +by the open window, “I was not sure that I loved him, +only sometimes I did. I was terribly afraid of him. +I couldn’t stop his marrying me if he wished to, but +oh, I did so wish someone else to! I suppose it was +this that drove me into telling Vera one night, what +I was going to do. I hoped she would tell my father, +but she didn’t. She turned on me and said that I +might go to him if I liked, but that he was married +already.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then she got frightened and cried, and begged +me to forgive her. She said she had never meant +to deceive me, never dreamt that we really cared for +each other, that it was all a dreadful mistake, and +that if I would only not tell my father, she would do +anything that I wanted, anything in the world! Of +course I wrote and told Arthur that I would never see +him again, and he came, and I did. Katherine, I +don’t think I can tell you any more.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes, you can,” said Katherine taking her in +her arms. “Now you must tell me everything.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I begged him to let me alone, because of his wife; +he said that he was free. I suppose men always are +more or less, aren’t they, unless they happen to be +good? But I said I wasn’t. Finally he agreed that I +was very young to make such a big choice, and he +promised me my freedom for three years, till I was +nineteen. His wife might be dead by that time, and +if not, I said that—— Oh, how horrible this light is, +Katherine!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hide your head on my shoulder,” said Katherine, +“then you won’t see.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I said that—it should be as he wished, but I +didn’t mean it, I meant to get engaged to somebody +else. Then Vera came in, and he frightened her to +death, and she promised him to let him see me at the +end of three years, and not to tell. After he went, +she said I must marry David, and I said I would, only +to let me have my three years first. They seemed to +go so quickly, Katherine, as quickly as the light came +up over the hills just now. I never saw Arthur. He +became famous and took up hypnotism, and father +died. Katherine, he never knew. I thought it would +kill me, but of course it didn’t. Sometimes it strikes +me that to die, is almost as difficult as to love, only +more final. When Arthur heard that father was dead, +he came back, and Vera took him up tremendously, +you see he was so famous, he was a great catch. And +I came here to Uncle Wilfred. I think that’s all, +except last night I accepted David Grey, it was the +only way out of it. Arthur has as much power over +me as ever, and the wife’s alive. Those kind of +people don’t die you know, I told him that before.” +Daphne began to laugh. Katherine walked up and +down the room, it was terrible to hear Daphne +laughing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The beauty of it is,” said Daphne between her +sobs of laughter, “that Arthur told me he hated +women to be cynical! Don’t you think men are very +wonderful?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think they are beasts!” said Katherine. +“Beasts!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no!” said Daphne with a quick smile, “only +a little lower than the angels, Katherine, a little lower, +and you and I would rather have them, dearest, than +the angels, any day, because we are women.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And what do you suppose a woman is?” said +Katherine savagely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One finds it all in Genesis,” said Daphne a little +wearily. “She was tempted by the serpent. (Let’s +go to bed, Katherine dear.) And she handed the +temptation on, so perhaps there’s not so very much +to choose between us, after all.” The sun was fully +up now, even the latest of the birds had had his breakfast, +and was singing his Choral Celebration on the +lawn.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going to have a cold bath,” said Katherine, +“and then I am going out for a walk.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You will terrify the housemaids,” said Daphne +sleepily, “but it’s very like you, dear. Those are the +kind of things I want to do, and can’t.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can do a great many other things though,” +said Katherine a little grimly.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Alas, that the longest hill</p> +<p class='line0'>Must end in a vale; but still</p> +<p class='line0'>Who climbs with toil, whereso’er</p> +<p class='line0'>Shall find wings waiting there.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>H. C. Beeching.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“It does seem right natural to see you here,” said +Bert Russell. He himself had been up and out at +six o’clock, and finding even the large garden too +restricted for him, had passed out into the fields. It +was here that, an hour later, he met Katherine; she +seemed the very spirit, and freshness of the morning.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see why!” said Katherine a little ungraciously. +He was the last person she had expected, +or wanted to see.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There was a kind of goddess, I seem to +remember,” he said, “who came out of the earth +with the spring, bringing flowers in her hand, didn’t +she? And the earth was ever so glad to see her. It +broke right out into summer, and everything that was +down below came up to have a look at her. It must +have been pretty poor fun down below, I guess, after +she’d gone.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine frowned impatiently. “I came here to +be alone,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, so did I,” he replied, “but I’m ever so glad +it didn’t happen; still, if you want it to, I’ll go right +away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine looked at him and found that, without +her knowledge, or even her wish, he was telling her +something. He had tremendously taking silences. +The articulate seemed only the ripple, to cover the +expression of an infinite number of other things that +went on below; and it seemed to her that what he +was trying to express, was something very kind and +friendly indeed, and something of a help to her, but +she would not listen.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you,” she said, “I want to be alone.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I ask you a question before I go?” he said +quite gravely, and with his bright, kind eyes still on +hers.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If I can be of any use to you or to Miss Daphne, +will you let me be?” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should like you to tell me what sort of a +man David Grey is?” said Katherine thoughtfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I think he’s a very good sort of fellow,” said +Bert Russell, “in the smoking-room.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you,” said Katherine. They stood for a +moment silent. “But you wouldn’t like him to marry +your sister?” Katherine continued.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, you’re asking me some very hard questions,” +he said at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not asking them for fun,” she said +impatiently, “nor because I want to talk to you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no!” said Bert Russell with a whimsical smile, +“I wasn’t expecting an encore, Miss Linton, but no +one likes taking a man’s character away without good +reason.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have a good reason,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then I would be quite willing for Grey to marry +my sister if she were a barmaid, and I didn’t have to +support them both afterwards,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s all I wanted to know,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then I’ll go out into the cold, cold world, to seek +my fortune,” he said lifting his hat to her, “but before +I go, perhaps you’ll let me say that this grass is the +wettest thing out, and that I hope you’ve got thick +shoes on.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I haven’t got any shoes on at all,” she replied +briefly, “nor stockings,” she added as an afterthought.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, it must feel good,” said Bert Russell +cordially, and he left her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine waited till he was out of sight, then she +swung herself on to a stile, and sat for an hour thinking +about Daphne. She had a simple soul and saw +things very much as they are. The consequence was, +she made fewer mistakes than most people, and had +never felt afraid. She did not feel afraid now, but +she was puzzled. It struck her that Daphne, for +whom she meant to do things, would not like the +things she meant to do, and yet she meant to do them +all the same.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine loved Daphne, with all the love in her +heart. She did not think that Daphne had behaved +well, but that did not make the slightest difference. +If Daphne had behaved far worse, Katherine would +have acted on the same basis, but she would have +suffered a good deal more.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The American wandered back into the park again, +he found himself very much amused with Katherine, +American girls do not take their shoes and stockings +off, to go into wet fields, nor could they have told +him they had done so, with such calm eyes.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“So free we seem, so fettered fast we are.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine could scarcely believe her eyes when, on +entering the large dining-room, she saw Daphne +seated opposite Arthur Field, and beside David +Grey. Daphne, who was afraid of the morning when +she had merely to tell her story, facing her life now +with an air, as fearless as it was charming, and with +an appetite, which seemed not averse to strawberries +and cream, with which Reggie had plentifully heaped +her plate.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne tells me you have been out, dear,” said +Lady Middleton, smiling at her, and wondering what +her name was. “<span class='it'>So</span> clever of you! I have always +<span class='it'>wanted</span> to get up early, <span class='it'>really</span> early you know, and +go out into the fields to see the dawn, and <span class='it'>mushrooms</span>. +It <span class='it'>is</span> mushrooms, isn’t it, that one finds there? Only +I hate upsetting my maid, and one must have one’s +hair done. It is so easy to upset one’s maid.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is quite easy to do one’s own hair,” said +Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine said nothing. To Lady Middleton’s +casual absurdities, this wall of silence was exceedingly +difficult. She wished Daphne would not have +such awkward friends, it made one feel ridiculous, +which was bad, or serious, which was worse. Lady +Middleton gave a little friendly laugh, and glanced +over the table. “Now we are all here,” she said, +“aren’t we? And I’ve got a lovely piece of news to +give you. I feel quite ‘beautiful upon the mountains.’ +What do you think it is?” Katherine felt the toast +in her hand crumble. She glanced over the faces at +the table. Arthur Field looked up enquiringly. +David looked down on his plate morosely. Lady +Cheston looked at David. The twins both clapped +their hands. Reggie was cutting ham at the sideboard. +Daphne, with quite a steady hand, poured +more cream over her strawberries. “Our dear +Daphne,” said Lady Middleton, “and our dear +David, are going to make each other happy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! but that’s taking rather a lot for granted, +Vera!” said Daphne, putting down the cream jug.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston gave a little shriek of laughter, +rushed round the table, pecked at Daphne’s cheek, +and pulled one of David’s curls. The twins exclaimed +in joyous surprise, “Oh, Daphne! Oh, David! how +awfully lovely!” This covered up the fact that the +rest of the party said nothing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Arthur Field, after one swift glance at Daphne, +grew white to the lips. Katherine knew that she was +very angry, and looked it. Reggie stopped cutting +ham.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Vera leant back in her chair satisfied. There had +been reasons why she and Lady Cheston were not +very fond of each other, and now Vera was quite +ready to forgive and forget.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” said Daphne, “I think it’s frightful to have +these things talked about at breakfast, if it had been +dinner now, you could have all drunk my health, and +David could have got up and thanked you. Couldn’t +you, David? The next time, Vera, that you have +good tidings please announce them upon the +mountains, a dining-room is so crowded.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She takes it very coolly,” said Lady Cheston, in +an aside to Bert Russell.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, I don’t see what there is for her to throw +bouquets about,” he said. “In my country we only +congratulate the young men.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’ll have £30,000 a year,” said Lady Cheston.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You don’t say!” he replied coolly, and then +added, “you forget she’ll have him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no! I don’t forget that!” said Lady +Cheston.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I say,” began Reggie, doubtfully, “it won’t stop +our fishing this morning, will it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne needn’t go,” said Lady Cheston sweetly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going to see my uncle,” said Daphne quietly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton looked a little anxiously at Arthur +Field. “I am going to adopt you for this morning,” +she said genially. “There is so much I want to learn. +We will fish farther up the stream where we can be +away from all the others.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mother,” said Reggie, “you can’t fish you know, +you’d only laugh. You’d better stay here and amuse +David, unless he’s going with Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no! he’s not going with me,” said Daphne +quickly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David bit his lip. “It seems to me you chaps are +trying to arrange too much,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie paid no attention. “Miss Linton knows +all the best places,” he went on, “she’s going to take +me, and the twins will go with Bert. You’ll take them +won’t you, Bert?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, I should be only too happy,” said the +American smiling kindly at the girls.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, you’d probably be <span class='it'>too</span> happy!” shouted Lady +Cheston, “if you’re takin’ them both!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well!” said Lady Middleton, smiling pleasantly, +“it’s very sweet of you to plan things out for yourselves. +Lunch will be brought out to the hollow place +beyond the bridge, if it’s fine you know, and really, it +does seem,” said Lady Middleton going to the window +and glancing out over the lawn, “as if it <span class='it'>would</span> be +fine!” She looked at the sky with a shade of warning. +“I shall be exceedingly annoyed,” she added, +“if it is not.”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XIV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Love’s throne was not with these; but far above</p> +<p class='line0'>All passionate wind of welcome or farewell</p> +<p class='line0'>He sat in breathless bowers they dream not of,</p> +<p class='line0'>Though Truth foreknow Love’s Heart, and Hope foretell,</p> +<p class='line0'>And Fame be for Love’s Sake desirable,</p> +<p class='line0'>And youth be dear, and Life be Sweet to Love.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rossetti.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your uncle is out,” said Mrs. Fordington. She was +dressed in a long pink over-all, and was superintending +the gardening. “He has gone to a clerical +meeting, he will probably only get a cold lunch, and +make himself ill with smoking. I am very busy +indeed with some new chickens, would you like to +come and see them? They have to be fed every two +hours you know, and they are a particularly delicate +sort, needing constant attention.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where is Dora?” asked Daphne listlessly, as she +followed her aunt towards the poultry yard.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Dora? I really don’t quite know what to +do with Dora this afternoon,” said her aunt poking a +recalcitrant hen with the tip of her rake; “you see +her father lets her do so few lessons, and Marie does +most of my dressmaking, and can’t be always attending +to her, I quite miss you. I have my Parish Magazines +to deliver, and a Temperance League address +to prepare. I suppose you could scarcely take her +back to Lady Middleton’s, her father would call for +her after tea?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do let me,” said Daphne eagerly, “I am sure +Vera wouldn’t mind. The little chickens are so +pretty,” she added. She felt her eyes filling with +foolish tears, as they rested on the little innocent balls +of fluff, and their eager, agitated mother.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Spring seemed to teach her to yearn for love. Birds +love that sings, flowers love that glows, earth’s love +rich in increase, the sea’s love infinite in depth. +Man’s love alone seemed out of place in the scheme +of beauty, for where it most would soar, it falls most +pitifully. So Daphne thought, knowing in her own +heart that the battle she was fighting against her love +would be sweetest to her in defeat.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not sure,” said her aunt looking at them with +a keen, experienced eye, “that they will turn out +satisfactorily.” Daphne gave a little hysterical laugh. +Her aunt glanced at her sharply. “You want some +milk,” she said; “you have been walking too fast in +the heat. It is a pity you are so impulsive, Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>An hour later Dora and Daphne set off, hand in +hand, radiant with youth and happiness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I fink,” said Dora, “we <span class='it'>might</span> find a waterfall, +don’t you, Cousin Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What should we do with it if we found it, sweet?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! we’d go there, often and often,” said Dora +happily, “and there would be ferns, and we could +take our shoes and stockings off, and it would make +ever’n and ever’n so much more noise, than both the +bath-room taps.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And a prince with ever such long, golden hair,” +suggested Daphne, “would come out of the wood and +take us in a little boat——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A <span class='it'>safe</span> little boat?” interrupted Dora anxiously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! ever such a safe boat,” laughed Daphne, +“right down the stream, on and on through woods +and dales, all down to the sea, and then we could +paddle all day long, and he could find us shells——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And seaweed?” chanted Dora.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Red seaweed!” exclaimed the triumphant +Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>A shadow came over Dora’s face. “If the prince +wouldn’t mind <span class='it'>very</span> much,” she said politely, “I fink +I should like to find <span class='it'>some</span> of the shells myself, Cousin +Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You should find a great many <span class='it'>more</span> than the +prince could,” said Daphne with emphasis, “and all +the seaweed.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Dora’s eyes shone with delight. “And would there +be room for father in the boat?” she cried.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Daphne growing a little thoughtful, +“there would be plenty of room for father.” At this +moment they came out of the shadows of the trees +and met face to face with a tall man whom Daphne +seemed to know.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is this the prince?” whispered Dora pulling at her +hand. “Oh! Cousin Daphne, how cold your hands +are.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne drew the child closer to her side. “He +has no golden hair,” she whispered. Then she +looked up at him. “What do you want with me—Arthur?” +she said. He looked at her with haggard +eyes. All that day he had been fighting with his +future and hers. He knew that the issue lay in his +hands, and he had lived all his life among great +issues, and so he was afraid.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It is only the ignorant and inexperienced who +dare to throw down their challenge to fortune, and +stake a smile against the world. They are audacious +because they are blind, and assured because they +do not know. Those who have lived longer, +tremble more and dare less, and when they dare they +achieve.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I cannot tell what I mean to do,” said Arthur, +“but I am very sure about what you are not to do. +You are not to marry a man you do not love. I am +not sentimental, I have always dealt with facts, and +marriage where there is no love is an unpleasant +fact. I cannot let you face this, Daphne. I suppose +that in some mad moment of panic, after you left me +last night, you gave an answer to the very man you +refused to admit you meant to marry. I cannot +believe that you meant to lie to me. Will you tell me +why you did it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You would not let me go,” said Daphne. Her +breath came fast, and she could not meet his eyes. +“So I took the one way out.” There seemed in the +soft summer stillness, an almost audible clash of +human wills, and human passions. The quiet wood, +at full noon-day heat, and peace, became a battle-field, +a place to fear, and to escape from. Dora began to +cry.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is not the right place for a child,” said Arthur +sternly. With a sudden movement he bent forward, +and took the child up in his arms. He carried her, +still crying with fright, further in among the trees, +then he came back to Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now,” he said, “be honest! For once in our +lives let us face truth and abide by it. Forget that +you are a well-brought-up member, of the upper-middle-classes, +and come back to your elemental +womanhood. You have given me to understand that +you love me. Love is not a gentle preference for a +suitable person, it is a very real thing, and it is quite +true I am an unsuitable person. The question is, +have you really this love for me?” Daphne felt that +terrible struggle to evade, which is at once the curse +and the defence of Eve’s daughters.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I care—for you, Arthur,” she said slowly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean by ‘<span class='it'>care</span>?’ ” he asked +impatiently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I would have married you if—if it had been +possible!” she pleaded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Who is to say it is impossible?” he asked her +scornfully. “Protesting is not my forte, but you +know that I have loved you against my wish, my +will, against my reason, against everything that is +transitory and easy to assume! I love you so that I +cannot work, or think or live without you, as well as +I could work, and think, and live for you! You rob +me of the best that is in me, if you withhold what you +have already pledged to me in words! And you? +Is it for your advantage that you should marry a man +you neither love nor really know? Will you go out +into the dark, without even the safeguard of a true +emotion? Whose ultimate good can you hope to gain +by such an experiment, an experiment that you will +not be able to escape from when it fails? Are you +entirely blind to the probable consequences of such +a step and its almost inevitable conclusion?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne shivered before the torrent of his words, +and she was not quite satisfied with his protestation. +She would so much rather have had him say, that he +could not live without her at all, than that he could +live better with her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t you see,” she tried to explain, “that it is +less wrong for me to suffer, even the failure of an +experiment, than to succeed in a wrong experiment? +It is because I should be so happy with you, because +we should be deceiving the world, that I cannot do +this! Can people be rightly happy whose whole life +is based on a lie?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The foundation of our life would not be a lie,” +he said. “The merest barrier of convention, a law +of man which cannot reach our hearts, <span class='it'>this</span> indeed +we should ignore; but there is no deception in +ignoring what does not concern us. Love and our +work, and the life we can lead together, it is to this +you must listen, and if you listen to this, the voice of +your scruples will be dumb.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne fell back on her last line of defences; +they were her defences, but they were not the truth; +she was giving him every reason in the world—instead +of the real one—and yet behind the feebleness +of her weapons she knew her spirit was right, +while behind the strongest of his passionate reasons +she felt him to be in the wrong. “I have promised +David,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You promised me before you ever promised +David!” he cried.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Will you never stop loving me?” she asked, +pleading for the reward of virtue, not the wages of +sin. Arthur smiled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There are some things you will have to take for +granted,” he said, “meanwhile I am quite able to +look after my own interests and yours. I give you +one week to think over what I have said to you, and +to dismiss your rather weak excuse. You will grant +he is rather weak?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have granted so much!” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That is it,” he said, “you have granted so much, +that there is nothing left, but for you to grant it all. +I am sorry you made this blunder, it will cause you +pain. It has done so already I fear, and I want to +save you from all the trouble I can.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The keen look faded from his eyes, and they grew +tender as he glanced at the slight figure of the girl—a +smile began to quiver about his mouth—after all +he was a little like other men, she thought.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But without another word he turned and left her. +For a few moments Daphne stood quite still. She +knew enough about men to understand, that there was +one argument, generally very efficacious, that Arthur +had never used with her. The nearest he had ever +come to it was when he had taken her by the shoulders, +and even then he had merely shaken her, as he would +have done a perverse child, and let her go. She knew +that he would not permit an emotional surrender, and +that was the only one she felt as if she could have +made. The colour came into her face, and frowning, +she turned back into the trees to find Dora. She +passed in among the trees until she saw the child’s +figure; as she came towards her, a twig snapped, Dora +turned with a terrible little cry, and fell forward on her +face.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Our Lord Himself cannot make the wheel swing backward.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rudyard Kipling.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne felt wildly for the child’s heart, she would +have called Arthur back, but her voice failed her, and +a great anger against the man who had unwittingly +caused the child’s terror took possession of her. She +felt that she would never call him back again even if +it left her in the world alone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I say, what’s up?” sounded a friendly voice beside +her. “I thought I heard some kind of a row. Has +the child fainted?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! Reggie, I am so glad to see you!” cried +Daphne. “It is the heat! I should not have brought +her out! I am quite sure it is the heat!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Reggie, who was of the opinion that the +important point was not so much what <span class='it'>had</span> happened, +as what could be done to remedy it. “Shall I take +her to the stream?” He picked the child up and +carried her through the trees to the water’s edge, +where, in a few moments, she opened her eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I fink,” she whispered, “this is the prince—Daphne? +And oh, look, Daphne, all the rest is +true?” Daphne and Reggie looked up the stream, +to where the child was pointing. At the head of a +little glade some hundred yards away was a waterfall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s awfully pretty here, isn’t it?” said Reggie. +“I’m awfully glad I found you.” Daphne had +recovered herself by now.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where are the others?” she asked. Reggie’s face +fell. It mattered exceedingly little to him where the +others were, provided that they remained there.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The twins are down the stream with Miss Linton +and Bert Russell,” he explained, “and I think David +is with my mother. You’d better stay here, hadn’t +you, and I’ll bring you some lunch, then you can +drive back.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Bring Miss Linton as well as the lunch,” said +Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It seems to me I like London better than the +country,” Reggie ventured.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope you will do as I ask,” said Daphne gravely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think you know I will, Daphne,” he replied, with +an earnestness not altogether as boyish as she would +have liked to believe. Then he remembered David, +and bit his lips to keep the words back. He knew +that there was a mistake somewhere, but he could not +set it right. David was his friend, and Daphne was +very much more than his friend, so for a moment he +was silent. “Wasn’t there someone in the wood with +you?” he asked finally. “I thought I heard a man’s +voice before this young lady distinguished herself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How did I distinguish myself?” Dora asked with +interest.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The way people usually do,” said Reggie with a +chuckle, “by making a row!” Daphne looked up at +him, and for a moment she hesitated, but there was +something in the absolute friendly honesty of his +eyes that made it impossible for her to lie to him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mr. Field was with me,” she said, “for a few +minutes. I was looking for Dora afterwards, when +she cried and fainted.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What was I like when I fainted?” asked Dora +with shining eyes. “There was an old lady who +fainted in church once, and her bonnet fell over into +our pew,” she went on, “but mother wouldn’t let me +pick it up.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You were very much like you are now,” said +Reggie, “only quieter. I didn’t know you knew that +surgeon chap,” he said to Daphne, throwing a pebble +into the stream with obvious irritability. “I don’t +think much of him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I suppose he can’t fish,” said Daphne. “Are +we going to get any lunch?” Reggie accepted his +rebuke, and went on his errand.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He hasn’t got golden hair,” said Dora in some +disappointment, “and he doesn’t say sensible things, +but he has a prince’s eyes I fink, don’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I think he has,” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What happened to that dreadful other man?” +Dora asked looking round her fearfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, he was only a pretend man,” said Daphne +soothingly. “He has quite gone away, we only +<span class='it'>thought</span> we saw him.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am so glad he isn’t real,” said Dora happily. +“But it was a <span class='it'>horrid</span> thought.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne took Dora’s hands in hers and kissed them +passionately. “We will never have any more horrid +thoughts,” she said.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XVI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Truth is a strong thing—let man’s life be true.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Confusion reigned over the picnic party. In spite +of Lady Middleton’s hint to Providence it had begun +to pour. Black soft rain-clouds covered up the sun. +The trees themselves proved little shelter from the +deluge, and it was very unbecoming. Katherine knew +a short cut home, and by this she conducted Daphne, +Dora, and the young American, leaving the twins to +drive in a tiny brougham with Lady Cheston, whose +face was a daring spectacle of rouge and rivulets, +and Lady Middleton, who was (as she had said she +would be in the event of its raining) exceedingly +annoyed. It was suggested that Dora should be +taken with them, but both Vera and Lady Cheston +said that it was absurd, and that there was no room. +The twins at once offered to walk, but Lady Cheston’s +eyes sharply reminded them that she had paid for +their dresses.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie and David (who had broken through the +arrangement made for him) walked home together.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you think I’m a brute?” David asked his +friend à propos of nothing, as they trudged on through +the mud.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Does she know?” Reggie asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Know? Know what?” shouted David angrily, +stopping in the middle of the lane.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I say, come on home,” said Reggie, “I’m getting +fairly wet. I mean, does Daphne know your little +weakness?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Damn my little weakness!” said David gloomily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s right, do!” said Reggie cheerfully. “Then +you won’t need to tell her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Who talks about telling her? Do you suppose a +girl like Daphne would ever speak to me again if she +knew I got drunk like a beast?” David asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not like a beast,” said Reggie soothingly. +“Beasts don’t! Like a man.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, hang your distinctions,” David muttered, +“you might help a fellow, Reggie.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If I were you, I should tell her,” said Reggie, “you +wouldn’t like it, to get to her from any other quarter.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David shot a quick glance at him. Reggie’s face +was a pleasant blank. “Do you suppose,” said David, +“it would be likely to?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shouldn’t take the risk myself,” said Reggie.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t believe she cares for me,” said David.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you <span class='it'>must</span> tell her,” said Reggie.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, confound your <span class='it'>must</span>,” growled David, “I +don’t believe you know what it is to care for a girl +like Daphne. She isn’t like the usual sort of London +girl. I wouldn’t look at any of ’em. Innocent-faced, +scheming-hearted little foxes! Bound to try for a +man or get sent to grass in the country while the +younger ones are coming out! Daphne is—is +different, I can’t explain——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t try,” said Reggie briefly, “I know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you know?” David asked suspiciously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why—that you’re a silly old ass!” laughed +Reggie. They became silent after Reggie’s confession +of knowledge, and trudged on through heavy +rain, regardless of the beautiful young world of green +drinking in life around them. It was not until they +reached the park gates that Reggie spoke again. +“You’ll tell her, old man?” he said anxiously, “won’t +you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David frowned. “She’ll never look at me again,” +he repeated. The sky began to clear. Spaces of blue +broke through the blackness overhead. The sun +catching the edges of the clouds set them on fire. +Lady Middleton stood at the hall door. She was +comfortable again and happy. Her maid had been +very busy the last half-hour.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear David,” she said, “no Daphne? I left +you to come home together?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, we’ve come home,” said David with an +unpleasant look, “separately.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We’re awfully wet,” said Reggie apologetically, +“we ought to have come in some other way.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But such a lovely sky!” said Lady Middleton. +“I so often wish I was a cloud!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The remark that David contributed on clouds was +fortunately lost, Lady Middleton went back into the +drawing-room. She had had the fire lit. Arthur +Field was there.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well!” she said rather briskly, “when are you +going?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“At the end of a week,” he answered. “Who was +that out there with you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Reggie Cheston,” said Lady Middleton, taking up +some embroidery—it was always the same piece.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There were two voices,” he reminded her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, the other was the young American!” said +Lady Middleton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Arthur Field opened a note-book of his next +month’s appointments. “I wonder,” he said aloud, +“why women always lie?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because men are such brutes,” said Lady Middleton +viciously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you shouldn’t lie to them,” he said smiling, +“they might take a brute’s advantage.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—some of them don’t find out,” said Lady +Middleton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then they might take a fool’s advantage.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What’s that?” she asked quickly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not sure that I will tell you,” he said, “sometimes +it seems to me as if fools had <span class='it'>all</span> the +advantages.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know what you mean,” said Lady Middleton +looking annoyed, “and I don’t see how a fool +could do any one harm.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And yet there is a great deal of harm done,” he +reminded her, “and very few wise people.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie went straight upstairs to his mother’s room +and knocked at the door. Lady Cheston opened it, +and though she looked surprised at seeing him, she +let him in. She shrieked when she saw his clothes. +“Oh, Reggie! what a shocking mess you’re in! +What do <span class='it'>you</span> want to come and drip about my room +for?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right, mother,” said Reggie, “I’m not doing +any harm. Look here! I don’t want you to meddle +in this affair.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>His mother looked at him keenly. “What affair?” +she asked, shutting her lips tight.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Between Daphne and David,” said Reggie. “If +any tales are told, or any change in their relations +takes place while you are under this roof, I cut down +your allowance. What you do afterwards I can’t +trace, though if I find out that you have been interfering +in any way, I shall be forced to take unpleasant +measures. Do you quite understand?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston tapped her foot on the carpet, an +angry pulse beat in her cheek, but she was holding +herself in. “I don’t see what difference it makes to +you!” she said, “unless you think that although you +can’t get her now, after she’s married David——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mother!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston checked the words on her lips. She +was not easily frightened, but there were times when +Reggie could silence her. “Well,” she said, +“people do those things, Reggie, but I’m sure +I’m sorry if I’ve made you angry. It isn’t a good look +out for Daphne, and I did mention it last night to +Vera. However, she knew already, and she’s not +likely to tell Daphne—you remember the Lil +Courteny episode? So you ought to be satisfied. +Are you still angry?” she asked. There was something +almost timid in her appeal to him, he was her +only son, and all that was good in her centred around +the thought of that.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, mother,” he said, “I’m merely disgusted, and +I’m quite used to that you know. You’ll remember +about the money?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston’s eyes hardened. “Oh, yes, +Reggie!” she said, “trust me to remember that!” +and he left the room.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XVII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Who rowing hard against the stream</p> +<p class='line0'>Saw distant gates of Eden gleam,</p> +<p class='line0'>And did not dream it was a dream.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Alfred Tennyson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“The child is really ill,” said Katherine, “I don’t +think there is any doubt of it, what with the heat, the +fainting fit you mention, and a wetting afterwards, it +is not to be wondered at.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I must keep her! I must look after her!” +cried Daphne. “Aunt Emma——” she stopped +abruptly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can leave her out,” said Katherine, “she is +out so often.” The child lay shivering and burning +on Daphne’s bed. The two girls talked in low tones +by the window.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I cannot face Uncle Wilfred,” said Daphne, “it +is my carelessness!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Whatever it is,” said Katherine, “the child is ill—we +must have a doctor.” She looked at Daphne. +“There is one in the house,” she added.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t—don’t let him see her!” cried Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why not?” asked Katherine sharply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She has seen him already,” whispered Daphne, +“I meant to have told you——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no! you didn’t!” interrupted Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He frightened her—in the wood—send for some +one else! Go and ask Bert,” Daphne pleaded, “don’t +tell anyone!” Katherine hesitated, feeling unaccountably +shy. Then she grew angry with herself +and hurried out of the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Bert Russell was in the drawing-room giving the +twins their tea. They were explaining to him, with +little bursts of laughter, how sandwiches were made.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I want to speak to you,” said Katherine bluntly. +There was a shocked pause. Lady Cheston raised +her eyebrows at Vera—who shrugged her shoulders +as an equivalent answer, and a shifting of responsibility.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, that’s good,” said Bert Russell, springing to +his feet. “But I only receive lectures in private, and +I can tell by your tone it’s going to be a lecture, Miss +Linton. Take me away where the rest won’t hear.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine answered nothing. She led the way into +the conservatory. The rain and the wind had blown +her hair about (it was generally too tidy) and her +embarrassment was making the colour in her cheeks +a delight to the eyes. Bert Russell took it all in +appreciatively. Then his light manner completely +forsook him—he saw that she was upset at the consequence +of her abruptness in the drawing-room, and +that she did not quite know what to say.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I guess you want me?” he said with a genial +alertness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dora is ill,” said Katherine, “fever and a cough—and +some nervous shock, I think—— She ought to +see a doctor,” she added in a gentle tone, “and Mr. +Fordington ought not to come here till then.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’ll just drop round and see him on the way from +the doctor’s,” Bert Russell said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you know where the doctor lives?” +Katherine asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I guess I could have found out even if I +hadn’t happened to pass his house this morning,” +smiled Bert. “Have you any other things you want +me to tell you, Miss Linton?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine turned on her heel. “No!” she said, +“I’m telling you this for Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s real good in you,” said Bert Russell. +Katherine went out of the conservatory. It is a pity, +but she certainly did—bang the door after her. The +American whistled and put his hands in his pockets. +When he stopped whistling he began to smile, but he +got very quickly to the doctor’s.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He apologized for calling at The Vicarage unintroduced, +but he explained to Mr. Fordington that, +as an American, and he was afraid, of no fixed +denomination, he was very much interested in the +English Church, and very curious about it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar gave him a warm welcome, he was preparing +to go for Dora, but he re-seated himself in his +study. “What is it you want to know about the +Church?” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The American smiled at his adroit evasion of the +adjective. “Well!” he said, “if we had cathedrals, +I guess they wouldn’t be quite such lonely buildings. +Your Church doesn’t seem much of a social success +either, it doesn’t bring people together, and even your +parsons fight each other half the time, and their flock +the rest. It doesn’t seem to me, you teach the same +things. Here, I’m told that if I don’t make my confession, +I shall get cast off, and right in the next +parish, the parson says, Auricular Confession is a kind +of Devil’s Diary. It doesn’t seem to hang together. +Then look at what you pay your ministers! An +office boy would want to get more in our country +or he’d chuck his job! Either they’re worthy of their +hire and oughtn’t to be given pocket-money or they +should be kicked out altogether. That’s the way we +seem to think it is, but I want to know your view of +it from the inside. When I say things to what you +call the laity, I’m told, ‘Oh, that’s broad church!’ or +‘They don’t do those things in our parish,’ and I can’t +seem to pin them down.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Fordington listened with grave attention. +“Do you know what are the two hardest things to +find in the world?” he asked, offering the American +a pipe and lighting his own. Bert Russell shook his +head. “A consistent Christian,” said the Vicar, “and +an unprejudiced observer. Keep that in your mind +as the key-note to what I shall try to tell you. The +Church,” the Vicar went on, “is in some ways influenced +by the English character. You know perhaps +from your stay in the country, that the owners +of the oldest and most famous of our great country +seats live much of the year in town, and have shown +an inclination to let their houses to rich Americans. +I do not say this explains the cathedrals, only when +you know that centuries ago they were there—and +that coming centuries will still find them—you become +less momentarily anxious to fill them, and yet you +would never find them unoccupied even if they are +rarely filled. I must confess that we lack a social +system in connection with our Church, though I +believe that more and more the spirit of unity is +creeping in among us. We have far more social +gatherings with the classes mixed, than in the old +days would have seemed possible. You must +remember that the Church is not the only power +that finds class prejudice difficult to cope with, but I +believe I am right in thinking that it is the only power +that will be enabled to ultimately cope with it. I +think that you are in great danger in your country +of forgetting that the Church is primarily spiritual. +She should never compromise with the world, nor +seek to make her doctrines popular. What is truly +Christian can never be popular.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But why not, sir?” questioned the young man. +“Surely you wouldn’t shut the world out?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is the world that shuts itself out,” said the Vicar +sadly. “ ‘The natural man receiveth not the things +of the spirit of God.’ Let him give up the world to +find the Church. It is not the place of the Church to +give up anything to attract the world. Her Master +and Guide said indeed to His Disciples, ‘Ye are the +salt of the earth,’ but he warned them at the same time +not to lose their savour, and a bid for popularity is the +destruction of the spiritual essence. ‘Ye <span class='it'>cannot</span> serve +God and Mammon,’ and still less can we serve +God by making religion easy to Mammon. The +curse of modern times is, to my mind, the making +things easy. We shudder too much at acquaintance +with grief, and we would rather not hear about a man +of sorrows. We will gladly cry Hosanna after a +miracle, and when we have the crowd with us, but if +He turns commerce out of our temples and strips from +us the external and the material, the barriers we have +put up of comfort, and of custom, and calls upon us +to deny our <span class='it'>selves</span>, to take up a cross, and to follow—quite +a poor person, it becomes almost a necessity +to cry crucify Him! Or perhaps in more modern +language, ‘Ignore Him! give us back the law! The +satisfaction in being as other men are! Let the +external do our religion for us! The Christ asks too +much!’ Alas!” said the Vicar, gazing sadly out of +his study window, “we are willing to give so little! +We have not ‘resisted unto death,’ we have not even +perhaps resisted unto inconvenience. And when anybody +wakes up to the claims of the Cross—we say, +‘he goes too far.’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Bert Russell became conscious that he was talking +to a really good man. A thing that had rarely +happened to him. “But the Church?” he said gently, +“and its inconsistencies, surely if it showed a more +Christ-like spirit to the world——” he hesitated. The +pain in the Vicar’s face made him pause. “If we +were better Christians there would be <span class='it'>more</span> Christians?” +he questioned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes—yes, that is our great Rebuke, yet you must +not blame the Church for the frailties of her members. +She is inviolate! If we but obeyed her precepts we +should have ‘shown forth Christ—and Him crucified.’ ” +The Vicar’s head was bowed for a moment +as if the reproach had overwhelmed him with a +personal shame, and Bert Russell watching him, +wondered why the innocent should always know +Remorse, so much more heavily, and with so much +greater intensity than those who had caused the evil.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar raised his head. “It is our life that is +at fault,” he said almost with passion, “never our +Faith! The Apostles’ creed is so very simple, so +clear, and so, I venture to believe, truly primitive, +that I may not be wrong in holding it up as our +mirror of truth, our home of dogma, and our real +consistency! I take it that all who use these words +in their most obvious meaning, belong to the Church +of God, and I hold that all who cannot honestly +believe and take these words as their Standard of +Christian Faith have no room in the Church. +Beyond the simple creed, there are many deep and +important questions on which great and good men +will always differ, but I trust that these differences, +grave as they seem, will not exclude the believers in +them from the same Heaven. I venture to think that +in another life they will understand each other a +great deal better, and when we understand people, it +is but a short step towards understanding their views +and assimilating the portion of Truth that is almost +always enfolded in them. The Church and Truth +are alike in this—in one question you can challenge +either—but it would take many answers to barely outline +the spirit of each, and the answers would seem +self-contradictory and inconsistent, for you cannot +see all around either of them. In the long run you +will realize that the Church is large enough to be +inclusive even of extremes and strong enough to be +tolerant of them.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you,” said the American.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. Fordington smiled. “I fear I have wearied +you,” he said, “and I have given you but an inadequate +answer. The longer you live the more +difficult you will find it to put things into Black and +White, the prevailing shade is grey. We are mixed, +you know, very mixed!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, yes!” said Bert, “we can’t even be angry +without laughing up our sleeve, and when we love +people, we would rather deprive them of their other +loves.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps you will walk back with me?” said Mr. +Fordington. “I must fetch my little girl.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Daphne asked me to tell you, sir,” said the +American, taking out an old volume from the Vicar’s +shelf, “that as your daughter was a little tired with +her walk, she would keep her over night and bring +her back to-morrow herself.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That was thoughtful of Daphne,” said the Vicar, +“very thoughtful, and most kind of Lady Middleton +to keep her.” He looked rather anxious. “She is +so easily tired!” he explained.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! she’ll out-grow it,” said the American. “I +guess she thinks too much.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar nodded. “I am afraid,” he said, “only +children so often do, and there is nothing that is so +tiring physically.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, no!” said the American, “one can’t keep +up one’s strength when one has got to follow one’s +mind. It goes too far.” They shook hands and Bert +Russell borrowed the book. The Vicar saw by his +handling of it that it was safe. He told his wife about +Dora.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Mrs. Fordington, “I shall try cod-liver +oil.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The American walked back slowly. “He didn’t +argue about the pay of the clergy,” he said to himself +smiling a little. “I guess he thought it didn’t matter. +‘Poor and unpopular’—it might have come out of the +New Testament, but it won’t go down with the world. +Somehow one isn’t surprised that Prophets get +stoned.”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XVIII.</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now methinks I hear Death say of Life, as John Baptist said of +Christ, ‘He that cometh after me is before me.’ ”</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>Henry Montague, Earl of Manchester.</span></p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Sir Henry Middleton had bought a yacht. It was +really very convenient. When Dora’s illness became +serious and the doctor refused very curtly Lady +Middleton’s tentative suggestion “that the poor child +would be really better at home—should she order the +carriage?” the whole party seemed at loose ends. +Lady Cheston remembered that she and the twins +were really due in town for two balls and a dinner-party, +and Reggie that a fellow wanted him to fish +somewhere, soon. Arthur Field discovered that his +practice called him immediately, and David that it +was no use hanging about after Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton said that “It was really most sad +and so exceedingly trying.” She proposed to go for +a two weeks’ trip, and when she returned to Overham, +she said “She hoped the dear child would be +out of danger.” What she really meant was that the +child should be out of the house, and the doctor +assured her that he thought this likely, “very likely,” +he added gravely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mr. and Mrs. Fordington were staying at The Hall, +but Daphne and Katherine nursed the child. The +hush and darkness that came over the house, when +the last trunk had been swung into the last dog-cart, +and the vague, light pleasure-seekers had all left, soon +gave place to that sadder atmosphere of forced +cheerfulness to be noticed in a house when the +mystery of danger has become an hourly thing, not +to be talked about, but to be dealt with. The Vicar +sat a great deal by his child’s bed-side, and Daphne +believed that the rest of the time he was on his knees. +His eyes had that peculiar far-seeing look that holds +patience and pain in one glance, and one felt behind +them both, there was a faith in the spiritual that was +almost stern.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was as if, he were facing one by one the +struggles of love, and doubt, and darkness, and +through them all claiming and asserting his hold on +Eternal life. The doctor came in and asked him a +question about his parish. He was a clever young +man, and he generally asked questions. On this +occasion his manner was a little nervous, and he +seemed to be weighing many things. The Vicar +looked at him appealingly. “What do you really +think of the case, doctor?” he pleaded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The doctor became professional and non-committal. +“Your daughter?” he asked. “I think you have two +very good nurses for her. She has been delicate for +some time, hasn’t she? Easily over-tired—excitable, +you have noticed that?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar nodded. “Indeed—yes,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, then, I should say, in that state of health +the severe chill she took would fully account for her +present condition.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And her lungs?” the father pleaded. “She +coughs so much, doctor.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you think so?” the doctor answered. “Well, +yes, on the whole, I should say she coughed a good +deal, a slight spot at the base of one lung would be +the cause—I will call in again to-night, unless Miss +Linton sends for me before. I leave her in most +excellent hands. Pray do not be over-anxious, Mr. +Fordington.” The doctor had another case in the +village. It seemed so extraordinary to the Vicar, +though he was a most charitable man, that it should +matter about the case in the village.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington came into the room. “Now, +doctor!” she said, “what have you been saying to +my husband?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That I hope he will not be over-anxious, Mrs. +Fordington.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s just what <span class='it'>I</span> tell him,” said his wife. +“Really, to hear him talk, one would think the child +was seriously ill.” The doctor said nothing. “When +do you think she might begin to sit up?” she asked. +“Of course I feel that my place, as her mother, is by +her bed-side, but the girls feel that their carelessness +has brought this about, and it would hurt them if I +were to send them away. Besides, of course, I have +a great deal on my shoulders already.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think she is in safe hands,” said the doctor. +“She cannot sit up at all at present.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dear me!” said Mrs. Fordington. “Don’t you +think, doctor, that all this lying in bed is very +weakening?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think it is essential,” said the doctor, turning +towards the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And, Dr. Fern!” Mrs. Fordington called after him, +“I really <span class='it'>do</span> object to Dora being given brandy. Our +principles are so very distinctly temperance ones, that +it sets a bad example to the parish when we use stimulants +for our own child.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The doctor returned. “I must insist upon the +stimulants, Mrs. Fordington,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Vicar’s wife looked really annoyed. “How +very arbitrary these medical men are!” she remarked +to her husband. “I feel quite sure, from my own +experience, which has been a varied one, that he +merely says brandy because he cannot think of anything +else to say. Local doctors are so ignorant. I +shall tell Katherine Linton to give her milk alone.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It will make no difference,” said her husband +suddenly, “<span class='it'>what</span> you tell Katherine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean, Wilfred?” cried his wife. It +will never be known what the Vicar meant, for at that +moment Katherine came into the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She looked strangely white and nervous, and +passing over to the window, pulled down a blind. “I +think,” she said slowly, “it would be better for you to +come upstairs, sir.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May her soul rest in peace—and may perpetual +light——” said the Vicar; then he broke down and +covered his face with his hands.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wilfred, don’t be Popish!” said his wife. +“Katherine, tell me <span class='it'>at once</span> what is the matter? Is +Dora worse?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, Mrs. Fordington,” said Katherine very gently +with the tears running down her face. “She is <span class='it'>quite, +quite</span> well.” Then Mrs. Fordington understood.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XIX.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Come away, for Life and Thought here no longer dwell;</p> +<p class='line0'>  But in a city glorious,</p> +<p class='line0'>A great and distant city—have bought</p> +<p class='line0'>  A Mansion incorruptible; would they could have stayed with us!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Tennyson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Upstairs, Daphne lay face downwards on the floor +of the child’s room. She had done with Katherine +all the quiet, hopeless things that have to be done. +The little body lay beneath the sheet with folded +hands, shut eyes, and smiling lips. The only change +was that the noise of the laboured breathing had +ceased, and in its stead, the palpable hush of death +was in the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The sun shone through the blind upon the lilies; +they had not been able to have lilies in the room +before. Daphne felt that it was cruel to shut the +windows; it was so difficult for the child to breathe +with the windows shut. Her uncle had been into the +room and prayed over the child. Her aunt, who had +been crying a great deal, came in and made suggestions +about the room. She talked in a whisper—and +walked on tiptoe—but she did not stay very long. +Now the sun was setting, and all around the hall there +were the cries of birds.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne, dear!” said her uncle’s voice, +“Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! it is so terrible to hear you speak in this +room!” she cried, but she rose to her feet, and stood +before him shivering.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The problem is over,” said her uncle gently; “our +child has passed, as we all pass at length, from the +trivial surface out into the infinite deep—of God. +Daphne, let us believe, ‘Who made, hath not <span class='it'>unmade</span> +the child.’ ” Daphne looked at him; the lines of pain +in his face made him look ten years older. There +was no doubt he realized.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Full of immortality,” he said half to himself, +“beyond the reach of tears, and pangs, and pain, and +<span class='it'>alive</span> for evermore! Can you not say, ‘Thank God +she is spared?’ Not <span class='it'>to</span> us, but <span class='it'>from</span> the things +that hurt and fail? Dear Daphne, try to say with +me ‘Christ’s blessing on the newly born!’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You don’t seem to understand,” she said in low, +level tones. “It was my carelessness—I could have +saved her!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And now God has saved her,” said her uncle +gently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The girl looked at him with despair in her eyes. +“Oh! you won’t understand!” she said, “you won’t +even leave me anything to be forgiven!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“God forgive us all!” said her uncle very solemnly. +“And Daphne—you made the child very happy—she +loved you.” Daphne moved helplessly forward, and +her uncle took her into his arms. They were both +crying. “And she won’t cough any more; one can +be glad of that!” said her uncle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Daphne sobbed. “One can +be glad of that!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Downstairs, Katherine was sitting with Mrs. +Fordington. “I am so glad,” said the Vicar’s +wife, “that the last skirt I bought was black—it +seems a Providence; I had half a mind to buy a navy +blue!” She took out her pocket-handkerchief.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I meant to tell you, Mrs. Fordington,” said +Katherine quietly, “she died quite without pain. +She was unconscious when the doctor came, and he +was not gone half-an-hour when—when the room +became quiet.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall always think,” said Mrs. Fordington, “that +that young man, Fern, acted most reprehensibly in +giving us no warning. What do you have a doctor +for if it’s not to tell you what you may expect!” +Katherine did not attempt an answer. “I told +Wilfred all along that a homœopath was best. I was +<span class='it'>much</span> averse to the giving of brandy. I have heard +before now of people who died from the reaction of +stimulants, but doctors do anything to save themselves +trouble!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You see, her heart was weak,” Katherine threw in.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I cannot believe that it was necessary, and it +certainly did no good,” said Mrs. Fordington firmly. +“I have seen the undertaker,” she went on, “poor +Wilfred has no head at such times, and I have made +all arrangements. We shall feel much better after +the funeral. I have had a very kind note from Lady +Middleton putting her carriage at our disposal. My +idea was to stay here till it was all over. I was going +to ask Mr. Ogden to take it, but Wilfred almost +insists upon young Mitchell. It seems to me not at +all the proper thing, he is only a curate, and he’s sure +to do something Roman. However, I gave in as +usual. After all, why should <span class='it'>my</span> feelings be considered, +I am only the child’s mother!” Mrs. +Fordington put her handkerchief to her eyes, she +expected sympathy, but Katherine got up and left the +room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The house was lost in twilight and the creeping +shadows rested her. The servants turned on the +electric light, and the terrible world grew plain again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine was a little tired, she had been on her +feet all day, and she was going to see her mother. +On the way through the hall a servant met her with +a letter.</p> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='noindent'>“<span class='sc'>Dear Miss Linton</span>,” she read,</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I really have no right in the world to write to +you, unless wishing to be read by you constitutes a +right, but I am just so sorry as I can be about the dear +little girl. I thought when I began to write I might +find something to say, but there isn’t anything, is +there? I do believe though that Death isn’t what +we think it is, but the great way Out; and if the +little girl you are looking after finds it, don’t grieve +too much! What we can see that’s good in life (and +after all it’s a great world!) sort of makes one think +there’s something better that we are bound to see +later on. If the child goes first be very sure she is +going to have a good time. I’m coming down over +Sunday this week if you don’t tell me not to. I think +Overham is a lovely place and you will have to say +a very firm ‘no’ to stop my coming.</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:9em;'>“Ever yours,</p> +<p class='line' style='text-align:left;margin-left:13em;'>“<span class='sc'>Bert Russell</span>.”</p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine tore the letter very slowly into little +pieces, then she dropped them into a waste-paper +basket. “Oh! how stupid!” she exclaimed suddenly. +“I’ve torn up the address and now I can’t tell him +not to come!” All the same her anger at her own +stupidity was not very deep. It did not seem worth +while to investigate the scraps in the hope of reconstructing +his address. She walked briskly through +the park. It was a very lovely evening, and she did +not feel so tired now.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XX.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“. . . . God forbid</p> +<p class='line0'>We judge man by the faults of youth in age!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine walked into her mother’s room humming +a tune. The exercise had done her good, and +there was relief in the air. The relief from uncertainty, +which death, in spite of its terrors, sets at +rest. Mrs. Linton was dressed in rose-coloured silk, +there was a delicate flush on her cheeks, and her eyes +were unusually bright. A tall, military man, with a +white moustache, was sitting opposite her; he might +have been fifty, but he did not look it. There was +something slightly familiar in his face, though +Katherine knew that she had never seen him +before. She stood silently looking from one to the +other. Her mother made a little nervous movement +towards her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We were expecting you, dear,” she said. “Won’t +you sit down?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The man shut the door after her, he also offered her +a chair.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am very, very happy, my dear,” said her mother, +“but there is so much to explain, that I don’t know +where to begin!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You might begin by telling me,” said Katherine, +glancing at her mother’s companion, “who this +gentleman is, and what he is doing here?” She was +not altogether unprepared for her mother’s answer. +She had been waiting for it for seven years.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is your father, Katherine, and he has come +to take me away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This man,” said Katherine, looking at her mother, +“is a perfect stranger to me, and I should be glad if +he would go away until you have finished your +explanation.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The girl’s quite right,” said the man with an +awkward chuckle. “Better talk it out alone, Louie.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Walter, I must beg you not to go!” cried Mrs. +Linton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine’s lips quivered for a moment; she saw +that her mother was afraid of her, and it hurt her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very well, then,” she said, “say what you have +got to say, and then let me go, this situation is +impossible.” Mrs. Linton sank further into her chair, +she almost cowered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Colonel Dalgeny,” she began, moistening her +lips, “knew me when I was a little girl, Katherine; +then he went to India, and I married Edward Linton. +I do not think I ever really cared for him——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have told me that before,” interrupted +Katherine, “and I told you that was no excuse.” The +Colonel coughed, and shot an amused glance at Mrs. +Linton. Mrs. Linton gasped, and went on:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Shortly after our marriage he began to drink; we +went out to India, and there was a child, and it died.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They do die in India, you know,” said the Colonel +in a friendly aside to Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was not supposing that my mother had killed +it!” said his daughter viciously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Katherine!” groaned Mrs. Linton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Go on, mother!” said the girl impatiently, “the +child fortunately died.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Colonel walked across to the window. He +hated with all his heart the whole scene, but his duty +to the woman he had come back for, prevented his +escape. He remembered that Louie was rather fond +of scenes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Colonel Dalgeny was at the station,” went on +Mrs. Linton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think you need go into all that, Louie,” +said the Colonel from the window. “Go on from the +time you left.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Walter was married too, you know,” Mrs. Linton +said rather helplessly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Did—<span class='it'>his</span> wife drink?” asked Katherine bitterly. +The Colonel shot round from the window.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No!” he shouted, then he recovered himself, and +added gently, “She was a very good woman. She +died ten days ago.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How extremely fortunate,” said Katherine; then +she turned to her mother: “I suppose that is why +you have gone out of mourning,” she said, “for +Captain Linton?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are simply cruel,” cried her mother. “Have +you no pity?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I ask you the <span class='it'>point</span> of this discussion?” said +Katherine coldly. “In other words, what do you +intend to do now there are no more encumbrances?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We are going to be married,” said Mrs. Linton, +“at a registry office, to-morrow. Colonel Dalgeny +meets me in town, he has a special licence.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should think,” said Katherine, “he would need +one.” There was an awkward silence. “I suppose +your kindly waiting here, to see me,” began Katherine, +“implies a desire to feel easy about me, and not to +leave me in the lurch.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, dear,” said her mother. “If you only knew +what I feel——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank God I don’t!” said Katherine very shortly, +“nor do I wish to!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Linton began to cry, and the Colonel +drummed with his fingers on the pane. “I will +allow you two hundred a year,” he said without looking +around.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You may allow it to something else,” said +Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her mother shook with sobs. Katherine’s lips +quivered again, but her father’s next words steeled +her heart. “You cannot have led your mother a very +happy life,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You should have thought of that before,” retorted +Katherine, her eyes blazing. “You may like to know +my plans, mother,” she added. “I have ten pounds +in the bank, which should procure me a nursing outfit. +I shall go up for an examination to be held in +June at one of the London hospitals. Till then, I +shall stay with Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You may fail?” her father put in.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I may,” said Katherine. The Colonel smiled a +little grimly to himself; his daughter was certainly (he +thought) a surprising young person. “Then I think +there is nothing more to say, mother,” said Katherine, +rising to her feet, “except that I hope Colonel +Dalgeny will lead you—a very happy life. If you +should need me at any time, I feel sure that the Vicar +would forward your letters to me. By-the-bye, Dora +died this morning.” Katherine walked towards the +door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, I’m so sorry, Katherine!” said Mrs. Linton. +“Have you nothing to say to your father?” she +pleaded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Colonel turned towards her, their eyes met. +For one moment, in spite of herself, Katherine felt +a strange unspoken sympathy rise up between +them, then the passionate jealousy that was fighting +at her heart got the better of her moment’s tenderness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have nothing at all to say to my father,” she +said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, my child!” cried her mother, “won’t you even +say good-bye to me?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good-bye, mother,” said the girl, facing her from +the door. She went out, shutting it carefully after +her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The two, left by themselves, looked at each other.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Outside, the moon was rising and hung frail as a +“little feather” above the trees. The air was full of +the poetry of spring, and the two birds that sang in +the lane were nightingales. Katherine began to feel +bitterly ashamed.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Put pain from out the world, what room were left,</p> +<p class='line0'>For thanks to God, for love to man?”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>There were not many passers-by in the street, +though it led from one of the principal thoroughfares +of London. Bareheaded students strolled by, and +nurses hurried nervously towards the great iron gates. +It seemed a borderland between the place inside +them, and the fierce clamour of the open road, where +the ’busses caught one up, and landed one later on in +Oxford Street, or Piccadilly, or anywhere in the world +beyond, if anyone wanted a world beyond! As a +matter of fact many of the neatly dressed women +passing so swiftly through this borderland would have +given much, that they did not possess, to pocket this +freedom.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>They came to the iron gates and gave up a “pass” +into the hands of a venerable porter, who might have +been a St. Peter without h’s, so grave and reverent +was his bearing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Even in this simple operation they betrayed the +secret of their characters. Some passed by him, self-engrossed, +and unthinkingly, others with an increased +rigidity to show their superior caste, some with a +flippant and familiar remark, and one with a greeting +of real friendship, and an enquiry about his wife. +There are not many people who remember that +porters have wives.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’s goin’ in to-morrow, Miss!” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What ward?” his friend asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yours isn’t Luke, Miss, by h’any chance?” he +asked anxiously.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“By the happiest chance in the world—it is!” she +told him; “you must let me know her number, John,” +she added.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Twenty I think it be, Miss, but you’ll know her for +sure, she’s to ’ave so much took away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The nurse nodded sympathetically. There were +many others who were in the same case, but she did +not say so. To-morrow the great visiting surgeon +was to go through the ward, with his little sentences +that had such strangely wide and deep effects upon +the listeners. “I’ll look out for her, John,” she said. +“Keep a good heart, why they pull you through anything, +these doctors!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>His face brightened. “H’and I should say, Miss,” +he said with a slow compliment, “the nurses ’ave an +’and!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you, John,” the girl laughed, “good-night.” +She passed swiftly through the large court. +It was a still, shut-in place, in spite of rows of students +on seats by a fountain, and nurses passing from one +wide open door to another. The steps and the lifts +were seldom empty, but the same people so rarely +seemed to come out. After awhile the feeling that +inside there was some great, silent call, that drew first +one and then another from the outer world within, +became a superstition and a fear. You could go up +the steps too, and look into the hall, no one stopped +you. An occasional staff-nurse or sister cast you +a quick, withering glance, but left you undisturbed. +Certain doors that closed quickly after these figures +had the names of the wards written above them, and +these doors you could not pass through. Then one +knew that from behind them the call came. The +great, terrible call of those who have been caught +under the wheel of life. The cry of children born +with death fighting in them, and against them, the +appeal of the down-trodden who, through no fault of +their own, face the battle-field of the world, and find +themselves carried to the rear before the fight begins. +The diseased, the intemperate, the broken, those +placed for awhile in the back-water, those for ever +stagnant and counted out. Oh, the hundreds of the +counted out! Surely the cry of them was in itself +enough to draw, with unremitting impulse, the brave, +strong ones of the earth, into a desperate attempt to +save, and a powerful purpose to assist them? And +through the cry of those who suffer comes the whisper +of those who die. That seemed the answer to the +ordered stillness and the hurrying quiet of the place. +One felt that the issues of life demanded the very +atmosphere that reigned. One understood why all +the workers seemed absorbed, tired, and quick. They +were the hand-maidens of a tremendous struggle, +these quiet-voiced, pleasant-faced women. Outside, in +the world, or in the hours off duty, many of them were +impatient, cross, small-minded, and they would not +have known what was meant by the soul of their work. +Only when the iron gates clanged behind them, and +the call of the door drew them within, every feature +and muscle and feeling became unconsciously at one. +A stern harmony of mercy, at war with pain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are two minutes late, Miss Linton,” said the +sister. “Kindly take No. 10’s temperature—pulse—and +respiration. I shall require you as special for +No. 5 to-night.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine was not changed, but she had softened, +she had lost her bitterness and gained a sense of +toleration which she had never known before. There +is nothing like realizing pain to soften one’s heart +towards sinners. One is brought face to face with +consequences, and when from wronged and exhausted +nature the uttermost farthing is wrung, there +is nothing left but pity. Katherine had become very +sorry instead of very angry, and it had done her good.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne, in a sudden impulse, partly of friendship, +partly of remorse, and partly perhaps from a desire +to put off her marriage, had joined her friend and +shared a room with her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She was not in the least changed, and one student +dreamed about her at night. Katherine said by day +too, for he was always stupid over the dressings.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne spent much of her time off with David, and +could not make up her mind whether to sign on at +the end of her probation, or to marry David. If +Katherine was very upset, she supposed she would +sign on, and if David was very angry, she might (she +supposed) have to give in to him. What she should +do if both these things were to happen she had not +yet fully considered. The shocks and changes of the +last few months had left her strangely indifferent to +her own future, and for Daphne indifference meant +indecision. It was only when she wanted a thing that +she grew determined.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Meanwhile she had grasped at the novelty and +picturesqueness of Katherine’s choice, and entered +into hospital life with an even keener interest and +enthusiasm than her friend. The staff-nurse liked her +because she was good at her work. The patients +adored her because she was so sorry for them, but they +preferred Katherine to do things for them; she +seemed to have more useful hands.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“The wind of Death’s imperishable wing.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>Rossetti.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“No. 5” was a baby, and he must not be allowed to +cry. Nurse Linton’s strong arms grew very weary +before morning, and yet she felt strangely proud.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>A staff-nurse commiserated her on the case; she +said she would rather have a whole ward to see to +than one baby. Katherine could not understand this, +but it does not do to question a staff-nurse.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The ward at night seemed an unreal place. +Katherine watched a delirious woman counting +unendingly on her fingers. “2s. 3d.—2s. 4d.—2s. 6d. +cash!” she repeated monotonously. “Change for a +half-sovereign, change for——” The nurse on duty +gave her a drink. She was disturbing the other +patients; they did not feel very friendly towards her. +She had been very proud when she first came in, and +boasted of her salary as a “hand” in one of the big +Oxford Street shops. She was not so proud now; +her operation had shown her to be riddled with +tubercles—abscesses were constantly forming, and +she was very feverish every night. “Mr. Delany, <span class='it'>I</span> +said change for——” she began again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish to goodness they’d put ’er h’inter another +room, that’s what <span class='it'>I</span> wish,” grumbled the woman next +to her with a broken leg. “<span class='it'>I</span> can’t get h’any good +h’out of the night with ’er jabberin like mad ’un! +Why can’t they put ’er away, that’s what <span class='it'>I</span> want to +know!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You be quiet!” said the nurse briefly. +Katherine’s baby woke and she began walking up +and down with him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nurse,” whispered a young girl as she passed her, +“oh, nurse! do you think they’ll operate on me to-morrow? +Oh! I’m so frightened! I can’t sleep! +Can’t you come and hold my hand or something?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine looked at her baby and satisfied herself +as to his being asleep again. “Don’t fret,” she said +kindly to the girl; “why, you won’t know anything +about it—you’ll be put to sleep!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The staff-nurse came over to her. “Nurse, go +back to your place!” she said curtly; “you seem to +forget you’re doing special to-night!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Two women snored on separate notes steadily; this +infuriated a third who lay between them, and she +whispered terrible language towards the ceiling. As +it neared morning the light of the sky made the ward +look like a scene in a theatre. One or two of the +worst cases had to be rubbed. One woman fainted, +and the nurse rushed into the ward kitchen for hot-water +bottles. Katherine’s baby became very cold, +she gave it stimulants, and she began to be afraid that +it was going to die.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The staff-nurse was fighting over the fainting +woman. “Put the baby down and come here,” she +said to Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let me hold it,” whispered the girl who was afraid +of the operation. “I—I know how to hold babies, +nurse.” Katherine placed it gently in her arms.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Put the screens round the bed,” said the staff-nurse, +“now the brandy again! You fool, not that +bottle!” neither she nor Katherine noticed the +expression. The woman’s face became grey. +“Well! she won’t have to have her operation +to-morrow,” said the staff-nurse, putting back the +bottle. “Heart failure. Get some water and a clean +sheet, nurse!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! but she isn’t dead!” pleaded Katherine, +“feel how warm her hands are! Can’t we go on +working?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The staff shook her head. “Not a bit of use!” +she said kindly. “It’s your first death, isn’t it? I +shall report you to sister as having been very serviceable. +Get the things, and then go back to your +baby!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine obeyed. The ward was quite light now, +the probationer was putting out the gas. Katherine +met the nurse with the hot-water bottles, her eyes +filled with tears. “It’s no use now,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What? No. 11’s gone? Well, they’ll do for +someone else!” said the other nurse.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine went back to the girl who had held her +baby. She was afraid it would be dead too, and +hugged its little warm body with a sense of passionate +possession in her arms.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The girl looked at her hungrily. “I had one like +that, nurse,” she said, “but it died.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I’m so sorry!” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you needn’t be,” said the girl, turning her +head away, “it wasn’t wanted.” Katherine saw her +hands were bare of rings. The patients were being +roused for their breakfasts. No. 10, the one who +had been delirious all night and had just dropped off +to sleep, was left alone. The woman next to her was +very angry.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, h’of h’all the h’injustice,” she exclaimed, +“ ’ere am I, a respectable woman with my leg broke +in two places and me situation as charwoman gorne +for months, kept h’awake h’all night by this young +baggage, and when I just tikes me forty winks h’Im +shook up, h’and she’s let to lie peaceful h’as a bibe! +Bloomin’ fivorite, that’s what <span class='it'>she</span> is. My belief h’is +nurse h’is bribed!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Here, you take your breakfast,” said the nurse. +In the full light of the morning sun the nurses looked +tired and white, but their eyes were awake, and their +hands seemed unwearied.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The day-nurses came into the ward. One came +up to Katherine and relieved her of her baby. “I’m +special for No. 5,” she said; “you look as if you +needed your dinner.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The sister swept up the ward to the bed with the +screens around. When she came out, she spoke +sharply to a new probationer, who nearly dropped a +basin; she had been a sister for ten years, but even +she was not used to what happened behind the little +screens; but now she only showed it by a little extra +sharpness. In her morning report she put “No. 11 +vacant.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The next four hours were simply a strenuous fight +with time. A noisy chaos of labour with the sharp-tongued +sister directing up and down the long wards, +and reducing at length all to an order, a cleanliness +and a brightness, that looked to the outsider as if +anything else was never known, yet the process was +gone through every day.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In the dining-room the night nurses were having +their dinner. Some of them talked, but most of them +hurried through their meal and disappeared.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s a pity you were on night, Nurse Linton,” said +Katherine’s next-door neighbour. “Our great consultant +goes round this afternoon; we call him the +King, you know. He has such fine eyes!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And oh! you should see him at the theatre,” said +another. “He’s <span class='it'>the</span> man on hip disease, you know, +and his fingers—well, I never saw such fingers on a +man! They say his touch is as quick as lightning, +and he can spot a tubercular abscess in half-an-eye!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is his name?” asked Katherine, more for +want of something to stem her friend’s details than a +desire to know.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, didn’t you know? We have Arthur Field; +we’re as proud of it as if we had the House of Parliament, +and he’s a great deal more useful.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I didn’t know,” said Katherine thoughtfully. +Daphne was on day duty, she remembered. The +Home Sister, glancing down the table, told her to +be quick and go to bed. She almost stumbled upstairs +fighting against sleep, as against an enemy, but +the moment her head touched the pillow, she was +conquered. She did not even know that she had been +defeated. She was asleep.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“In the end one experiences only one’s true self.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Nietzsche.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Arthur Field had crippled himself at twenty-three +when he married Rosamonde Dormay, the very pretty +daughter of a neighbouring squire, and everybody +said he had done very well for himself. Mrs. Dormay +had some mysterious malady called “headache,” +which frequently confined her to her room for days +at a time, a malady apparently escaping definition.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Two months after his marriage with Rosamonde, +coming back one night late from his practice, he +found her lying on the sofa. She was very flushed, +and complained of pain in the head. It was so +bad that she did not see she had left the brandy bottle +on the table. Her husband carried her up to bed, +and the next morning asked her about it. She was +very frightened, very angry, and very hysterical, +finally she confessed that it was the malady which +escaped definition in her mother, but she swore it +was the first time for herself. Arthur Field did not +believe her, and he never believed her from that hour. +He understood why the Dormays had been so ready +to accept him for a son-in-law. He did all that +human service and skill could suggest to cure his +pretty young wife. He spent far more than he could +afford on the best specialists of his time, he put +her under the most excellent treatment he could +procure, and people thought he could not be very +kind to his wife or she would not go away from him +so often. Stories grew up about him, and his practice +fell off. He went to London and fought for fame, +and because he was utterly concentrated on his profession, +desperate, unhappy, and entirely alone and +also, perhaps, because he cared very little about it, he +became known as one of the “best men” in London. +His wife lived under a different name at a little seaside +place with a good nurse. She hated her husband, +but she was abjectly afraid of him, and her family +almost from the time of her marriage had nothing to +do with her. In spite of most careful watching she +still, from time to time, had headaches.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In his holidays Arthur Field went to Paris and +studied hypnotism. When he felt himself to have +mastered all that was as yet found out about it, he +tried the process on his wife. At first it seemed an +evident success, and he began to hope; while he was +with her, she even resisted temptation. The day +after he went back to London the nurse telegraphed, +“Failure.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>That day he performed an operation that his older +colleagues had pronounced out of the question. It +was a success, and the patient recovered, but there was +one thing that never recovered, and that was Arthur +Field’s hope.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>No one in London knew that Arthur Field was +married. The little country place where it had all +happened was too far off; only one of the Dormays +ever met him again, and Lady Middleton wished to +hear nothing of her sister. “For what,” she said, +“is the use of hearing anything, when there is nothing +pleasant to hear?” Arthur Field quite agreed with +her, and would indeed have avoided her sedulously, +had it not been for his introduction to Daphne and +the sudden opening of his closed and saddened heart +to the child. He knew that there was no happiness +for him in honesty, but his whole nature was starving +for it. He had never drugged his misery with the +antidotes, that the world tries to supply, and now +every thwarted passion, controlled desire, and keen +zest, for the beauty of life, clamoured at his heart. He +was a man of honour and he did not mean to harm +the child. There were ways of proving to the +Dormays that Rosamonde was dead, if it was +necessary to prove anything. No one would ask any +questions, partly because he was a man that people +were a little afraid to question, and also because +everyone would wish to take the answers for granted. +It would be an ugly secret, but as a visible fact it was +a much more ugly truth. Daphne would never know, +and oh! he would be good to her! He never counted +on Daphne’s speaking to Vera before the fact was +accomplished. He knew she hated her stepmother; +but when the fact that he had never counted upon +happened (as it usually does) though the girl was +practically in his power, though he could have persuaded +her to do anything that he chose, he +deliberately let her go. She knew, and now she +must prove the strength of her love, he would never +give her an excuse to regret. It cost him more than +anything in his life had ever cost him, and for three +years he called himself a fool daily, but he never +gave in to wisdom. When he saw Daphne again, she +had confused the issues of things with principles of +which before she had been ignorant, and which he +had always ignored. At first he could not face the +notion of giving her up; what he considered her +underhand engagement to David Grey only +strengthened his decision. He never meant to +force her will, and only threatened her to see if, +after all, there was not at the back of her attempt +to send him away, a desire for him to refuse to go. +Then circumstances, through the illness and death +of Dora, drove Daphne’s heart away from him; she +wrote him a terrible little letter, and because he could +not see her face, he believed every word of it. He +thought over it all with the deliberate intention of +doing the best for them both. There was only one +thing he left out of his calculations, and that was—three +years. They had influenced him as well as +Daphne. He was now thirty-eight, and he loved his +profession. When, after a bitter struggle with himself +against his longing for the beautiful girl, he +reached the knowledge that his duty was to give her +up, he thought his last joy in life was killed with his +own hand. There was an important consultation to +be held the next day, and he began to take some +notes on the subject. They presented a fresh and +entirely original idea, and he forgot Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>More of us do right because to do wrong breaks +into our life, than we know, but in this case +Arthur Field had given up a lower life for the sake +of a higher, and even if this higher were not the +highest, it was distinctly a step towards it.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXIV.</h2> + +<div class='blockquote'> + +<p class='pindent'>“One has to learn to leave oneself out of account, this hardness is +required of every mountain climber.”</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>—<span class='sc'>Nietzsche.</span></p> + +</div> + +<p class='pindent'>There was a perceptible stir down the long ward as +the great consultant entered, followed by his train of +eager students.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The sister knew that her pulse was beating faster, +and the nurses stood at attention, ready for an +instant’s flight in any direction. It was Nurse +Fordington’s turn to go round with the doctors, +and to wait upon the sister. The other nurses did +not wonder that she looked rather white. Daphne’s +ward was a men’s surgical; at first she had been with +Katherine, and the change had only been made two +days before. The surgeon did not see her, he bent +over the bed of a young fellow in great pain, who was +biting his lips to keep the groans back.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Want another tube,” the surgeon said without +turning. The hand that gave it to him trembled. +He was a man that noticed everything, and he turned +sharply round. It was a moment from which only +years of utter self-control could save him. He +scowled, and muttered something about, “confounded +clumsiness,” and the sister shot Daphne a look which +was calculated to make some difference in her manner, +but it made none. What the sister’s warning had +failed in though, the surgeon’s scowl accomplished. +Daphne did not see why he should scowl at her like +that, and the next thing she handed to him quite +firmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have half-an-hour to spare, sister, and must +operate upon No. 6 to-day. Can’t put it off till to-morrow. +Can you get him ready? While you are +doing so, I wish to speak to this nurse. I know her +in another capacity.” The ward round had been +made, and he spoke to the sister alone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s quite against the rules, sir,” said the sister +hesitating.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am quite aware of that,” said the surgeon. “I +have not much time to spare, where can I see her?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In my room, sir,” said the sister. “I will send her +to you immediately.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The surgeon nodded. He did not look like a man +who was nervous, but when he got into the sister’s +little sitting-room he sat down. When Daphne +entered, he rose to his feet and scowled again. +“What are you doing here?” he asked, “and why on +earth did you come?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am a nurse as you see,” said Daphne, “and I +came here because I could not bear my life.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nonsense! We can all bear our lives,” said +Arthur Field, “and make other people’s lives unbearable +as well! You aren’t strong enough for this +work, and this hospital’s mine!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I did not know that when I came here,” said +Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And now you do?” asked he sharply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall stay here,” said Daphne, “I think.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He walked up and down the tiny room with +impatient strides. He had determined to give her +up, and he was a man who generally carried out his +determination, but he had not expected to see her, +and he found chance a disconcerting adversary, who +could not be counted on. Around them both, the life +of the great hospital sped on. The time table of the +nurse’s hours hung over the sister’s desk. He read +it twice through without stopping. Then he turned +to Daphne again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This is the best managed hospital in London,” he +said, “but somebody must always suffer for everything. +We keep people alive who would be better +out of the world, and we work people to death who +would make it a better world! In old days the +patients died, and the doctors were saved. Now it’s +the other way about. I have barely fifteen years +more good work in me, and then I shall die in my +tracks! My God! though, but it’s worth it! Daphne, +why aren’t you sitting down?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You forget I am a nurse, sir.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He stopped amused, and again his eyes travelled +over her in her neat uniform. “Nonsense!” he said, +but he did not press the point. They neither of them +could forget that they were in the hospital. “I got +your letter, Daphne,” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I—I wrote it,” she murmured, “when I was quite +desperate.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” he said, “it was desperate, and it was real. +Daphne, you are quite right, it would be impossible +for us to live together with such different standards. +Once I thought that I could change yours, now I do +not know that I have any right to try.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne looked at him. Was this the man who +had demanded love of her, as his due, who had thrust +aside her passionate appeals, had over-ridden her new-born +principles, had broken her will, as he might +straighten out an instrument? Now he was offering +her a freedom which struck her as she looked at him, +as the emptiest, and coldest thing in the world. +Words sprang to her lips which would have changed +their lives. Pride, indignation, vanity, surged through +her, lit by a passion she could not understand. It +did not seem possible that the man before her could +be oblivious to this change in her, to the fact that he +had only to claim, what he had pleaded for, from the +depths of his thirsty heart three months ago. The +silence deepened the stress, and movement, of the +world beyond the sister’s room. They seemed cast on +eternal loneliness and stillness, a void place had been +made for them in the universe, and just outside the +great hungry stream of life rushed by.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The surgeon looked at his watch. “Do not let me +keep you,” said Daphne, “I understand.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have been the dream of my life, Daphne,” he +said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And now you have found the reality,” said Daphne +bitterly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No! but I have found that you are not strong +enough to do what you do not think is right,” he said; +“you would repent, and you are very young, Daphne—I +should never forgive myself. You do not realize, +and until lately I did not realize myself how little I +have to offer you, in return for the most tremendous +sacrifice a woman can make.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Arthur!” she cried at last, feeling as if not +a single thing in life could make up for the separation +from him, “isn’t it worth while to make a sacrifice for +love?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not if you are going to be sorry for it afterwards,” +he said. “Good-bye. Stick to your work here. I +shall never disturb you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He held out his hand; for a moment she would +not take it, she thought he would never let her go +without kissing her, and she knew that if he kissed +her, he would never let her go. If he had been a +weaker man she would have ruined both their lives.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good-bye, Daphne,” he said, and passed by her +to the door. He met the sister in the passage.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No. 6 has gone to the theatre, sir,” she said, “I +shall have to let you have Nurse Fordington. I am +very sorry but we are under-staffed.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It does not matter,” said Arthur Field. And yet +it made it very hard. Her presence at his side, the +knowledge of her still, white face, the cry in his heart +to win her back to him, to ignore the consequences, to +prevent the irrevocable, made the operation a time +of intense trial. His hand never faltered, a few stern +directions shot out, clear and concise as usual. +Daphne, watching him, felt quite sure he had ceased +to care for her, and she knew that she should have +felt relieved. Instead she was hurt beyond the power +of words, and smarted under a sense of bitter wrong.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She had pleaded to him to let her go, but she had +never meant that he should let her go so easily. She +had written to him that though he might force her +will the love in her heart was dead to him, but she +could not forgive him for not kissing her, she was +almost sure he knew, that she wanted him to. Last +and worst of all, she had trusted unconsciously, that he +would set her free from David, and now she was face +to face with the inevitable consequences of her word, +and inevitable consequences are not always pleasant +facts to deal with.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, nurse!” asked the other probationer on her +return, “how did you get through your first operation?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Was it my first?” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, of course it was, sister wouldn’t have let you +go in, if she could have helped it. The king hates +raw nurses.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think I got through all right,” said Daphne, +“thank you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And what did you think of the king?” the nurse +persisted.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t quite—know,” said Daphne slowly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course it takes some time to get used to him, +you know,” the nurse continued.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should think it would,” said Daphne. Looking +up at the clock she saw that it was time for tea.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>“What name doth joy most borrow</p> +<p class='line0'>  When Life is fair?</p> +<p class='line0'>                To-morrow.</p> +<p class='line0'>What name doth best fit sorrow</p> +<p class='line0'>  In young despair?</p> +<p class='line0'>                To-morrow.”</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Bert Russell was a young man, about whom people +knew extremely little. He was taken for granted +because he had well-bred manners, and was very useful. +If disagreeable things had leaked out about +him, plenty of his acquaintances would have professed +themselves as not in the least surprised; but meantime +he was invited everywhere and went out a great +deal. He made no confidences about his life, partly +because he found people were more interested, in +making confidences about their own, and also because +he felt quite certain no one would understand. He +had been recommended to Lady Middleton’s husband +by a transatlantic Professor, and Lady Middleton +had brought him out. She generally said that he +was extremely well off. She probably thought he +was, on the theory that American men did so well at +business. There were many things that this particular +American man did very well, but business was not +one of them. His father had been a consumptive +New England farmer, who gave his sons as good an +education as he could afford, and a conscience of +which he had an almost over-abundant stock; then +he died. The eldest brother took on the farm, and +Bert went to New York. There he passed through +most things in his attempt to get on, even through +tramp shelters, and nights in Central Park. But they +were summer ones and somehow his good humour, his +conscience, and his pluck, pulled him through. At +last he wrote up his experiences rather picturesquely +on borrowed paper, and was given occasional jobs on +a New York daily. This opened the way, and he was +not slow to take it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Two years of yellow journalism, a sub-editorship, a +brilliant novel, and he was launched. Then he went +back to New England, and nursed his mother until +she also died of consumption. His brother had +married, his family increased yearly—and his profits +decreased every season, and his wife—nagged him. +Bert had been rather fond of her himself at one time, +but he had always been a little suspicious of her +mouth which bent down at the corners. Six years +of married life had made the corners go very far down +indeed. Bert was offered a good post on an English +paper, through some English acquaintances, and it +was this, which had taken him to London.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>There he made friends with everybody, from his +London landlady who smiled at him and saw that no +one cheated him but herself, to the head of his office +and the conductors of busses. It paid him to go into +society, and he used to be very careful of his dress +suit. He sent back two-thirds of his income to his +brother in New England.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine was unlike any girl he had ever met. +Society types he understood, and the different shades +of village aristocracy in America made him famously +at home with the lower middle classes; but this curt, +determined young woman who could blush so beautifully, +and look at you so steadily, who had so very +little to say, and yet gave you the impression that she +could do so much, delighted and puzzled him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He was quite aware that she had very strong +prejudices, and that he upset nearly all of them, but +this only added zest to their encounters. When he +went back to Overham the Sunday after Dora’s death, +he met her at the early service, to which, through the +sweetness of the morning, he had himself been drawn. +The sun was shining down on the quiet churchyard. +Weeping willows drooped over the grass, and the +flowers that grew over and around the graves were +covered with dew. It was a perfect summer morning, +and as he looked at the girl in her muslin dress, +and her fair, fresh, English face, he began to wish +very much he had not come. He took her prayer-book +out of her hand, and they walked in silence to +the old wood gate.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can carry my prayer-book quite well myself, +thank you,” said Katherine crisply as they reached +the gate. His wish vanished.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It makes me feel good to carry a prayer-book,” +he said. “It reminds me of the time when I had to +learn my collect every Sunday and sit on the hardest +chair in the room. My! those Sundays, how they +took the stiffening out of one. And I wonder how +much religion they managed to insert? Do you +know the story of the little girl whose dog followed +her down the street one day? ‘Jack!’ she said, ‘go +home! It’s bad enough to have God always tagging +after me without <span class='it'>you’re</span> being around!’ She was a +little American girl, you know, Miss Linton.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not think that is any excuse,” said Katherine +sternly. Then the image caught her, and she began +to smile. When they reached the hill that led up to +Lady Middleton’s park, they both turned back, and +looked at the beautiful old church, and the sun-fretted, +rich, green landscape.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I got your letter,” said Katherine gently, “just +after the child had left us. It was good of you to +write it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no!” said the American, “my little sister died +just at that age. The winters are very bad where +we live. I had three sisters, and they all died, that +one stayed the longest. After all, they’re so many +things we can’t understand, perhaps it would be more +of a mystery if they had lived; and God’s side of the +mystery must be the brightest.” Katherine said +nothing, but she glanced at him as if she understood. +“Where is your home, Miss Linton?” he +asked her, after a silence which cost him an effort to +break.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not live anywhere at present,” Katherine +answered, “I am staying with Daphne until I can go +into Hospital.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“To earn your own living?” he questioned in +surprise.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why on earth <span class='it'>not</span>?” said Katherine angrily; +“you speak as if it were an unheard-of thing; I have +always earned my own living, since I was old enough +to know what life meant!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why do you know <span class='it'>that</span>?” he asked her smiling; +“tell me what it means?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hard work!” said Katherine, giving him her +hand, “and if you happen to be a woman, very little +pay. I am going into breakfast.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Will you come out with me this afternoon,” +he asked, “into the woods; I must go back to-night?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine frowned. She had been indoors so +much lately, and she was a creature of the fresh outdoor +world. “If I can get Daphne to go to sleep,” +she said; “the girl’s worn out!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will call for you at three,” he said, “to enquire.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think it’s worth while you doing that,” +Katherine answered hesitatingly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! you must leave that question for me to +decide,” Bert Russell replied laughing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne went to sleep, and Katherine went out. It +was impossible for her to realize that she had been +happy, but she was too honest to deny it even to herself. +Though it was the day after little Dora’s death, +and though she had seen her home taken from her +in an hour, yet in the woods, and in the sunshine, and +in the presence of her companion, she had found a +pleasure which was more than that of relief. A positive +gladness in the world and life and youth. She +was not at all sure that she liked him, but she was +quite sure that she had enjoyed the day.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When he went back by train that night, Bert +Russell cursed himself for a selfish fool, and sent more +than he could rightly afford to his brother in New +England. He had not seen Katherine since, but he +found out from Lady Middleton that Daphne was +with her, that they both had passed the entrance +examination, and were together in the hospital.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why!” said poor Lady Middleton, shaking her +head, “Daphne should shut herself up in an unpleasant, +positively painful place for the hottest +months of the year, when she ought to get married, +or go to Scotland with me, or stay quietly in the +country with her uncle, is <span class='it'>more</span> than I can explain. +Her friend’s mother has just married Colonel Dalgeny, +a delightful creature! It seems, things used to be +said, you know, but now of course they are married +and it is quite all right. Still, Katherine Linton would +earn her own living, though I hear she could have +married a parson. What girls are coming to, I +positively daren’t think! The ones who might marry +don’t, and there are such herds of those who can’t, and +<span class='it'>no</span> nunneries to speak of! Such a pity there aren’t +more nunneries, I think, Mr. Russell, don’t you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Was there a <span class='it'>real</span> parson?” Bert asked, “or do +you simply mean on general principles she might have +married one?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no one marries on general principles, Mr. +Russell,” said Lady Middleton smiling. “I mean +that nice fellow at Overham, he quite saw my point +about teaching Sunday school teachers the harp. I +wonder if he believes in nunneries? Those High +Churchmen <span class='it'>do</span> rather, you know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not expect he would believe in a nunnery +for Miss Linton,” Bert said gravely. “I am not +altogether sure that I should myself. It seems to me, +Lady Middleton, you ought to start a scheme for +emigrating the women who can’t marry. The women +who won’t, may change their minds.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton looked interested. “I think I will +just make a note of that,” she said, dragging out a +silver pencil and a little ivory slate. “Emigration +for women who can’t—— Oh, Mr. Russell, an idea +has just occurred to me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is it, Lady Middleton?” asked the young +American.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you know,” said Lady Middleton with great +concern, “perhaps they won’t like to have it thought +that they can’t marry, you see!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Better call it by another name then. Emigration +an opening for the unmarried?” he suggested, taking +up his hat.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Middleton wrote it down. “I think,” she +said with much enthusiasm, “this may lead to a really +important movement, Mr. Russell.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Bert Russell walked through Grosvenor Square and +looked towards the City. The hospital was in the +City.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wonder if she likes that parson,” he thought; +“at any rate nurses get off sometimes, she may let me +take her out.”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXVI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Strange the world about me lies,</p> +<p class='line0'>  Never yet familiar grown,</p> +<p class='line0'>Still disturbs me with surprise,</p> +<p class='line0'>  Haunts me like a face half known.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Watson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish you were coming, too,” said Daphne, rather +wistfully. She had a late pass, and David was +coming to take her to a theatre.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine sat on her bed drinking cocoa while her +friend dressed. “I don’t like David,” she said slowly, +“at all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne flung a scarf of scarlet chiffon over her +dark hair. She was dressed all in white, and the +contrast told. “David is a dear boy,” said Daphne. +“He really doesn’t bother me in the least. Sometimes +I quite forget we are engaged.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine frowned. “That’s just it,” she said, +“you ought not to forget it, and what is more, you +ought not to wish to!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your verbs, dear,” said Daphne, playing with some +scarlet carnations, “are so imperative! you don’t seem +to realize—that I do not expect golden dreams, and +I do not like thrills. I have had my day of excitement. +Nevertheless I have got possibly a good many +years before me, so I shall marry David. It will be——” +she paused to look at the result of the carnations, +“very restful.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s just exactly what it <span class='it'>won’t</span> be!” said +Katherine, putting down her cup with a bang. “It +will be hell! You’ll hate yourself, and you’ll be tied +to him. It wouldn’t matter so much if he didn’t care +for you but he does, and you’ll hate that!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne’s lips shut tight. This was already true, +but she did not mean to acknowledge it. “I never +heard before that a woman disliked a man for caring +for her,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Possibly not—when he’s not her husband!” said +Katherine. “That is where the difficulty comes in.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course I shouldn’t let David take me alone +to-night,” said Daphne irrelevantly, “his aunt is +coming too.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” Katherine persisted, “but his aunt won’t +always be coming too, Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne put down the flowers on the dressing-table +and went over to her friend. She took her by +the shoulders, and looked into her eyes. “Katherine,” +she said, “I have given my word, you must never talk +to me in this way again. I understand quite well +what it means. One must pay for everything in this +world, and we women have to pay high, but I’m not +prepared to talk about the price! Good-night!” +She caught up the cloak, Katherine had put out for +her, and ran out of the room. The day-nurses were +coming in for supper, she met and passed them, with +merry greetings. They envied her a great deal. She +crossed the cool courtyard, stopping to speak to the +porter about his wife; she was in Katherine’s ward, +and was doing very well. A hansom swung into the +little street, and pulled up at the iron gates. The +figure of a tall, well-dressed young man sprang out.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is that you, Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne drew in a long breath, then she held out +her hand. “I am quite ready, David,” she said. +“Is your aunt going to meet us at the theatre?” she +asked a few minutes later.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David gave a queer little laugh. “I think not, +dear,” he said, “it seemed to me we would have more +fun alone. After all what does it matter, we’re +engaged, we can do what we like?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not altogether sure I do like it,” said Daphne, +“you told me you would bring her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t be cross, Daphne,” David pleaded, “I don’t +often bother you this way, but I wanted you quite +alone. You see I know such an awfully nice little +room near by, where we can have supper. You don’t +mind very much, do you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne did mind, and she minded very much +indeed. There was something about David which +puzzled her to-night. His eyes were too bright, he +spoke very fast, and there was a restlessness about +him which infected her with nervousness. Nevertheless +she made an effort, and throwing off her fears, +fascinated him, by her delight and joy in the London +streets. “Oh! but it’s good to get back again!” she +cried. “Often in Overham when everyone was saying, +‘How you must be enjoying the country life,’ +I was wondering how much longer I could put up with +it, and thirsting for the roar and the crowds, and the +lights of London! I get so tired of wearing a uniform +too, and Katherine and I can only afford the +tops of ’buses. Just looking at me, as I am now, you +wouldn’t think I was a nurse, would you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>But what David thought of her at that moment was +left unsaid, for a too sharp turn at the corner, brought +their horse with a crash against a lumbering four-wheeler. +Daphne felt David’s arm about her, a sound +of broken glass, and his hand before her face. In +another moment she was lifted on to the pavement.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s all right!” he said, steadily enough, “and we +are just here.” He gave something to the swearing +cabman, and drew her quickly out of the crowd.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne knew suddenly that she would have been +very badly hurt if it had not been for David. Then +she saw his hand and wrist were bleeding from a cut +by the broken glass. “It’s just as well you took a +nurse out with you,” she said smiling, as she tore her +handkerchief into strips, and took out a safety pin. +“Come under this jewellers’ window, David, and I’ll +fasten you up.” She thought he was badly shaken +for he stumbled as he crossed the pavement. “After +all ’buses are safer,” she said, as she neatly fixed the +safety pin. “Now let me take your arm, there is such +a crowd here!” Daphne’s hand on his arm guided +him through the crowded Strand. Voices of flower +girls, and the scent and sounds, of the streets at night, +remained a memory of Daphne’s. She was quite +conscious that if she had not been guiding David +people might have thought him the worse for drink; +she was conscious also, as it was, that several people +turned and looked after them. She wanted to +explain to them that David had just had an accident. +She explained it several times to herself. “Now, +David,” she said, as they reached the lighted doors, +“give me the tickets.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He fumbled in his pockets and obeyed. With her +light firm hand still on his arm, they reached their +seats. She threw off her long cloak, and leaned back +with a sigh of relief. The theatre rested her as +nothing else could, the orchestra, the lights, the +crowds of well-dressed people, seemed to her an +assurance that she was quite safe, and quite happy, and +that after all, in the best regulated families, accidents +didn’t happen. The play for the time being +swallowed up all her emotions. She was watching +a great actor, and it stirred her pulses, and set her +brain on fire. The man beside her watched her face, +and seldom glanced towards the stage.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, but David,” she said when the curtain went +down, “the heroine’s a stick, why won’t she let herself +go?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Women are always afraid to do that,” said David, +“they want everything else to go, and then to be able +to say ‘no, thank you,’ and skip out of the circle of +emotions. I never met a good woman yet, who let +herself go.” His eyes were on her face, and seemed +to devour her. Again she felt a sensation as distinct +as it was unpleasant, if she had not known David so +well she would have thought it fear.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One must be sure of one’s man before one does +that,” she said lightly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—are you?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The slow colour mounted in the girl’s face, she felt +her heart speaking in every pulse. Would he see that +she was breathless, guess that she was afraid? +“Naturally, I trust you, David,” she said rather coldly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Naturally!” said David, and he laughed. Daphne +grew angry, and the next scene passed before she +could enter into the spirit of the piece. It was <span class='it'>David +Garrick</span>, and the man by her side was immensely +amused at the drunken dinner-party scene. “That +man knows what it’s like!” he said, as the curtain +went down.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh!” said Daphne, “what horrible, loathsome +days those were! I—I don’t believe I liked that +scene, David!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>David laughed. “Why, you little fool!” he said, +“it’s only acting!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“David!” exclaimed Daphne in astonishment.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I beg your pardon,” said the man, getting very +red. Daphne looked away from him. She was beginning +to believe there were some things she did not +understand about David. The curtain went down +for the last time amidst tremendous applause. David +put the cloak around the girl. As he did so he +stooped and kissed her bared shoulder. These seats +were under the shelter of the boxes. Daphne felt as +if he had struck her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Never do that again, David!” she said, turning +round on him with flashing eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! all right!” said David awkwardly. They +went out into the crowded streets in angry silence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Get a hansom and let me drive home, David,” she +said, “I don’t want any supper.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! but Daphne,” he said, “I’ve ordered it!” +He was so evidently disappointed that she changed +her mind.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That was very nice of you,” she said gently. +“I won’t be so ungrateful as not to come then.” +The restaurant was only a step from the theatre; +David led the way upstairs to a private room. It +was beautifully appointed, and the little table +with its dazzling candles and lovely flowers +astonished her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, what a pretty room it is, David!” she said. +“I had no idea restaurants had such lovely private +rooms.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Some of ’em don’t,” said David. “This is an old +friend of mine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you’ve been here often,” said Daphne, +smiling at him across the table. David got up and +looked out of the window.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne, dear,” he said, “if you really like me to +take you back now, I will, you know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, but we must have supper first, since you’ve +ordered it,” she said. “We’ll be back before twelve +o’clock, won’t we?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes!” said David, “of course!” The waiter, +a swift and silent individual, came in. Daphne was +astonished at the supper, it was exquisitely cooked +and served, and the best she had ever tasted. David +ate very little, but she noticed he drank a good deal. +He did not talk much, and being still a little shaken +with silence and the uneasiness of the evening, +Daphne talked continuously and nervously, until at +last the almost oppressive silence of her host made +her catch her breath. She gave a frightened little +laugh.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is the matter with you, David?” she said; +“why won’t you speak to me?” and then she wished +she had not spoken. He came over and caught her +hands.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne!” he stammered, “Daphne!” She +looked into his eyes, and all the inarticulate rose up +to meet her. She was afraid now in real earnest, +desperately, horribly afraid.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! my God!” she whispered, “my God! +David, let me go! you’re—drunk!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Damn it!” he muttered between his teeth, “do +you think I am the only man who won’t get your +kisses?” He drew her closer and closer to him, she +felt his hot breath on her neck. He was mad with +drink and passion, she dared not scream, and she was +too far off the bell to ring it. She began to struggle +with him, and the pattern of the wall, the carpet, the +chairs got caught in her brain, till she saw nothing +but these, and the two hands she was so vainly +fighting against.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“David!” she moaned, “for God’s sake let me +go!” He was pressing her backwards, and she knew +that behind her was a chair she had admired a little +while before; with a quick movement she avoided +it, David saw it too late, stumbled and fell. In an +instant Daphne was at the open door. Something +stopped her from going down into the crowded hall +below. She heard voices coming down the passage.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Most improper <span class='it'>I</span> call it, goin’ with a young man +to a theatre at night. I should never let the twins +do it if they were twenty times engaged!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish you wouldn’t talk so loud, mother!” the +voice was Reggie’s.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you go ’long!” said his mother, laughing, +“and get us some kind of a gee!” Quick steps +followed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! Reggie!” whispered Daphne into the passage. +There was a moment’s pause, then he came in +quietly, shutting and locking the door after him. +David was on his feet again, and the eyes of the two +men met in one long, angry gaze. Reggie said +nothing at all, but his face had changed from a +pleasant boy’s, into a firm and steady man’s. His +eyes looked as cold and fierce, as only blue eyes can +look, when they are angry. Daphne, watching him, +felt a surprise, almost as strong as her shame, and +terror. He took up her cloak which was hanging over +a chair.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You—put that down,” said David heavily. +Reggie fastened the cloak over her shoulders in +silence, then he went up to David and looked at him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come along with me,” he said shortly. Daphne +stood in wide-eyed terror, expecting some fearful +termination to the scene. To her intense surprise +David quietly obeyed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Stay here, please, till I come back,” said Reggie +to her over his shoulder, “and lock the door after +us.” Reggie slipt his arm under David’s, and they +left her. He came back alone. “I am sorry,” he +said, “you’ll have to wait a few minutes till my people +have gone.” Then he saw that she was trembling +from head to foot. He got very white, crossed to the +table, and poured her out some wine. “Take this,” +he said. Her hands trembled too much to hold the +glass, and he knelt down beside her putting it to her +lips.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Reggie,” she whispered, “David—poor David +was drunk! He didn’t mean to be horrible!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right!” he said, “we can go now, but pull that +red thing over your face as much as you can.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Like this?” said Daphne, drawing it low over her +dark hair, and looking up at him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I daresay that’ll do,” said Reggie evasively. +When they got to the door of the restaurant there +was a hansom waiting. “You’ll go straight back to +the hospital?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, but Reggie,” she pleaded, “you won’t let me +go alone? I’m so frightened!” She caught her +breath. He said nothing, but got in beside her. +They drove in silence for a little way. “Reggie,” she +said at last, “I’m still terribly frightened. Won’t you +hold my hand?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” said Reggie briefly. She gave a little +sigh of relief, remembering how good he had always +been to her when she was a little girl and they had +stayed together at the seaside, and he had always +been willing to lend her his spade. He looked ahead +down the lately crowded streets, they were emptier +now, only the habitués were still out. He looked at +the still blazing lights in the jewellers’ windows, +he looked in fact everywhere, but at the girl beside +him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Reggie,” she said, “has David ever been like that +before?” Reggie said nothing. “Then he—has!” +sighed Daphne wearily. “I don’t think I could bear +to see him again,” she said. “Oh, you <span class='it'>don’t</span> think I +ought to marry him after this, do you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No! I don’t,” said Reggie decisively. They had +reached the hospital gates. He got out and lifted +her down. “Do you feel better now?” he asked, +looking at the porter’s lodge. Daphne gave a little +sigh of relief.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Reggie!” she said, “do you know, I think I shall +join a sisterhood?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’d better go to bed,” said Reggie. “I’ll see +David to-night, and you can write to him yourself +to-morrow.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have been good to me,” she said; “I’ve +always wished you were my younger brother, Reggie.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A wish that couldn’t be granted!” said her +companion rather stiffly, “seeing I’m three years older +than you are! Good-night!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She turned and went into the hospital gates. +Katherine was asleep, she leaned over her and kissed +her. “After all!” she thought, “I have not got to +pay the price!”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXVII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“I do not see them here; but after death,</p> +<p class='line0'>God knows I know the faces I shall see,</p> +<p class='line0'>Each one a murdered self, with low, last breath, ‘I am thyself—What hast thou done to me?’</p> +<p class='line0'>‘And I—and I—thyself’ (lo! each one saith), ‘And <span class='it'>thou</span> thyself to all eternity!’ ”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:2em;'><span class='sc'>Rossetti.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie drove straight to David’s rooms; his thoughts +were troubled but his purpose was clear. It was +necessary to look after David. The clock chimed +twelve as he reached his friend’s chambers and +climbed the stairs. David’s rooms were some of the +best in London, magnificently furnished; with large +windows over-looking the park. As Reggie entered +he saw his friend sitting in a big arm-chair, gazing +stupidly before him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What the devil do you want?” he asked thickly, +as he eyed the intruder.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I want a smoke,” said Reggie, taking up a cigar +and lighting it. A long pause followed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did you do with her,” David asked finally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Took her to the hospital,” said Reggie, puffing +at his cigar.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And left her there?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And left her there.” David sank morosely into +silence again. He was trying to clear his dulled and +fettered faculties. Something had happened he knew, +something, sad, shameful, terrible, but he could not +for the life of him remember what. He was afraid +to ask Reggie, for he was not sure that he wanted to +find out. Reggie rang the bell. “Bring two cups of +coffee, black,” he said to the man-servant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you think I’m drunk?” asked David with +sudden fierceness, “for if you do I’ll kick you downstairs!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“These are precious good cigars of yours, David. +Where do you get ’em from?” Reggie asked coolly, +knocking off some ashes into a tray.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Best cigars in London,” said David. “Best +cigars in the world!” he added with much force +and gravity. When the man brought in the coffee, +David fixed angry eyes upon his companion. Reggie +drank his cup with much appreciation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good coffee,” he said thoughtfully. David tossed +his down thirstily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Best coffee in the world!” he exclaimed with +fervour. A long uneasy silence followed. Reggie, +watching him, saw David’s hands clench over the arms +of his chair. The dulled look left his eyes and +instead, knowledge, memory, and pain drove meaning +into every line of his face. An almost passionate +self-pity came over him, he turned to Reggie. “But +I love her!” he cried, “I love her! I wouldn’t hurt +a hair of her head! Daphne? Why I worship her! +It couldn’t have been Daphne, tell me it was some +other girl?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was this cursed drink!” said his friend bitterly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, curse it! curse it! curse it!” said David +starting to his feet. “And give me some more +brandy, old boy! I must have some brandy! I +can’t think! I can’t——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hold on!” said Reggie, “you don’t want any +more, David.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I tell you I must have it! I shall go mad! Oh, +damn you, let me have some brandy!” Reggie +pushed him back into his chair, David was trembling +all over like a frightened child.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not while I’m here, old man!” said Reggie firmly. +David struggled for awhile and then gave in.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I could ring for my man to turn you out,” he said +sullenly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You could, but you’re not going to!” said Reggie. +They eyed each other for a while. Then David burst +out angrily as if his friend were accusing him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“After all, what’s the fuss about? I may have +taken a glass too much, but a man can’t always be on +his guard. It will never happen again, I’ve learnt +my lesson now. I’ll write and explain, and as for the +rest——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t wish to hear about the rest,” said Reggie +rather sharply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I only tried to kiss her!” muttered David +defensively, “I swear I never meant any harm! I +may have been a little rough, but, good God! a man’s +made out of flesh and blood, and that old hag your +mother——” he stopped short. “I’m sorry,” he +added in apology, “she told me she had seen that +surgeon kiss her—the night she promised to be my +wife, and we were engaged, a man ought to be +allowed to kiss the girl he’s engaged to!” Reggie +made no answer, and David’s mood changed. His +friend’s silence seemed to show him more plainly than +anything the actual case. He strung himself together, +and the words that came from him seemed wrung out +of his soul. “God forgive me,” he said, “she trusted +me!” It was probably the first time in his life that +he looked at what happened to him, from the aspect +of how it affected somebody else, and it could not last +more than a minute. “She will never look at me +again,” he said, and he covered his face with his hands.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie’s thoughts became fixed on some words +he had seen somewhere, “He found no place for +repentance though he sought it carefully and with +tears.” He had vaguely felt this an injustice, he +remembered, now he knew that it was a simple fact. +There is more than one way of forfeiting a birth-right, +but self-indulgence lies at the root of them all. Esau +could find no place for repentance because he had +lost the faculty for the search, and Reggie, looking +at the wreck of the handsome youth beside him, felt +that the inexorable answer to selfish luxury, is a +ruined self. David was not a bad man, he had, indeed, +not one wholly cruel impulse in him; he was +a good fellow, only he was not quite good enough. +There are few characters sufficiently strong to retain +their true balance, in an atmosphere of comfort surrounded +by attainable pleasures, and pleasant-looking +sins, of a sort too, which people term “very natural.” +David’s sins were no more than this at first, until they +became only too natural, and then he ceased to call +them sins.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie, looking at him, had a growing consciousness +that the happy, healthy existence which he had +hitherto enjoyed, might not really be life at all. He +did not go much farther than this, but he felt dissatisfied, +and it is a great deal to feel dissatisfied. +Three o’clock struck, and he rose to his feet.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“David, old man,” he said, “don’t you think you’d +better get to bed?” David looked up at him with +haggard face, and blank, miserable eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tell her to forgive me!” he said. “I can’t write +to her and ask her not to think about me any more. +I don’t think she’ll find it difficult!” he added bitterly. +“I’ll just sit here and rest for a few minutes longer, +then I’ll turn in.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie nodded and left him, but he took away the +brandy bottle, and said a few words to the valet downstairs. +He was a devoted man and understood his +master quite well. The moment the door shut David +sprang to his feet and, crossing the room with quick, +noiseless steps, he opened a little cupboard in the wall. +Reggie had taken away the brandy, but this was gin. +Gin would do just as well, anything would do just as +well that would shut out Daphne’s face, and that +startled cry of hers “David—you’re drunk!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Dawn rose over the great weary city. The streets +that had been practically hidden by the pitying darkness +of the night awoke afresh to “The shame that +loads the intolerable day.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston came down late to breakfast; she +eyed her son’s face a little doubtfully. There were +stern lines round his mouth which reminded her a +little unpleasantly of his father. Life had been made +easier for Lady Cheston since her husband’s death.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should like a few words with you, mother,” said +Reggie, at last pushing away an untasted breakfast.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then I suppose the girls had better go away?” +said Lady Cheston resignedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very much better,” said Reggie. The twins, who +were most obliging young persons, smiled pleasantly +and left the room. “I have been forced to cut down +your allowance,” said her son gravely, “you will now +only have the sum my father left you, the rest I must +use for other purposes.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>His mother gasped. He had found out and she +had been so careful, and he was going to do what he +had said. She was a plucky woman, and besides, she +wanted to know if it had been worth while, a great +deal depended upon that.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why?” she asked bluntly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because I find that you have interfered with +David’s engagement.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They were both at the theatre last night,” said +Lady Cheston, “which doesn’t look like a break.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nevertheless, there has been one,” said Reggie. +Lady Cheston’s eyes fell on her plate, she did not +wish her son to see them at that moment, they were +too happy. She began to crumble her bread.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not see why you should put it down to my +interference,” she said. “They were never suited +to each other, and now they have found it out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And you have helped them to find out,” said +Reggie. Lady Cheston shrugged her shoulders.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It would be no use my telling you that I didn’t,” +she said, “because you wouldn’t believe me.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Besides, it is not true,” said Reggie quietly. +Lady Cheston laughed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where’s the <span class='it'>Field</span>?” she asked, “I must get a +Scotch terrier!” Her son handed her the paper, and +left the room. Her hand trembled too much to hold +it. She went over to a mirror and studied her face. +It was true she was forty, but she was a very fine-looking +woman still.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! David! David! David!” she whispered. +She knew that for the moment he must hate her, +but there would be other moments. In the worst +things that she fancied coming up between them, she +could never have imagined that he had called her, to +her own son, “That cursed old hag!” If she had +known of it she would never have understood Reggie’s +not repeating it to her, and she would have felt just +the same to David.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXVIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Love like a bird hath perched upon a spray,</p> +<p class='line0'>  For thee and me to hearken what he sings,</p> +<p class='line0'>Contented he forgets to fly away;</p> +<p class='line0'>  But hush! . . . remind not Eros of his wings!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Watson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>The two girls dressed quickly, exchanging no word. +Katherine looked at Daphne sharply from time to +time, but the work before them both warned her to +touch on nothing but the external. She ventured on +a “You’re tired?” as they hurried down to breakfast. +Daphne stared at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear,” she said, “I am tired right through to +my soul.” Katherine laughed; she was used to her +extravagances.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Nevertheless she felt uneasily that some things +were different. Daphne had thrown off her sweet +manner, little bitter things came to her lips all the +morning, and the young dresser who adored her got +tossed down precipices of blackness by a withering +snub. Katherine had often counselled her friend to +be less charming in her ways, now she would have +given a great deal to catch her in a pretty insincerity, +instead Daphne was cuttingly truthful.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you think I shall make a good nurse?” a new +arrival asked her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know what you’ll be in the next world,” +said Daphne, “but you’ll never be a nurse in this!” +Katherine gasped. At tea-time she attacked her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What happened last night, Daphne?” she asked +sternly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Last night,” said Daphne, “I realized that I had +been insulted by a man who was supposed to be in +love with me. It was a dose to my self-conceit. I +thought I understood David, and I found I had +left out an important ingredient in his composition. +It will make very little difference as far as he +is concerned, as it will put him out of my life; but in +my dealings with mankind in the future, I must reckon +on the ingredient David introduced me to! Must +things always happen before one can see?” she added +passionately. “I thought I knew most things and +was prepared to face them, yet a child on the streets +knows more of life than I do!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought you understood,” said Katherine, “and +were pretending that you didn’t mind, and I thought +that Arthur Field——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, no!” interrupted Daphne, “Arthur never +taught me those kinds of things! I remember his +saying to me once, ‘Daphne, your ignorance of passion +amounts to genius,’ but it isn’t the things a man +says that makes you see, it’s what they mean, and +show that they mean quite wordlessly—David was +drunk! and even <span class='it'>that</span> I didn’t know! One seems to +have been given instincts to act as warnings, only +they don’t go far enough to tell us what we are being +warned against! It’s time I went back to work again, +I suppose? Has Sister had her tea yet?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Katherine,” Daphne asked suddenly, “is it because +I am not really good that it has happened?” +Her friend looked at her very tenderly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not quite that,” she said, “only you do make +things terribly difficult, Daphne. Couldn’t you be +more impersonal somehow? I can’t explain exactly, +but people get awfully fond of you, and you do and +say the very things, to make them worse.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But I like people to be fond of me if they would +stop at the right place.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, they won’t,” said Katherine, “if you mean +the place that you want them to stop at.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re off now, aren’t you?” said Daphne, preparing +to return to her ward. “Katherine, I believe +you see things very plainly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I sometimes see very plain things,” said Katherine +quietly. The maid announced a visitor for her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let us hope this is not one of them!” laughed +Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is a gentleman, Miss,” said the maid +importantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine walked into the nurses’ sitting-room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Philip!” she exclaimed. Mr. Mitchell shook +hands with her very warmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hoped you wouldn’t mind my coming here to +see you,” he said; “I’ve got my work at last, an East-end +curacy.” They sat down opposite each other.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tell me about it,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Philip Mitchell gave a sigh of content. She was +a picture of what he had all his life missed, a +sympathetic and strongly sensible woman; that she +was good to look at as well, did not take away from +the value of the picture. There were other nurses +sitting, and standing about the room. All of them +looked tired, and some of them looked inquisitive.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you have time, won’t you come out?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have two hours,” she said, and left him to get her +things on.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>A part of her previous history he knew from Mr. +Fordington. When he had heard of her mother’s +marriage, he had wanted immeasurably to put the +unspoken feelings, that had grown up between them +on a solid basis, but he knew her too well to imagine +she would listen to him just then. She must, first of +all, prove her soul in the work she found to do, before +she would be ready to help him in his. He had still +a scruple as to a married priesthood, but it was a +scruple which love of Katherine had worn thin. Now +he felt sure as he looked at her in her plain and +serviceable uniform, that she was quite as competent +to be a slum-worker as himself. It was after all one +thing to give up love for one’s work, and quite +another and a foolishly impossible thing, to give up +a love that would act as a stimulant to one’s work. +As he waited for Katherine he assured himself of this, +and looked curiously at her sister nurses. They +talked slang over his head and lolled about, he +noticed; he was not sure that he thought such things +as they must live amongst quite suitable for women. +Katherine appeared.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come along,” she said shortly. When they +entered the street, she looked up at him and +smiled. “I should not have done this for anybody +but you,” she said; “I shall get awfully chaffed about +you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Philip frowned. “Who by?” he asked almost +angrily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! all the nurses!” said Katherine. “Would +you like to bite their heads off, for mentioning your +name?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If they mention yours as well I’ll forgive them,” +said Philip; “all the same I think it’s not quite a +profession for <span class='it'>young</span> women, Katherine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now I wonder why you think that?” she asked +him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They must see a side of life which they would +be better without,” said Philip. Katherine looked at +him thoughtfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are a good man, Philip,” she said, “but there +would be more good men I think, if young women +knew ‘sides of life’ as you call them. Our ignorance +fights against the very good we desire.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not consider this a fit matter for discussion,” +said Philip stiffly. Katherine smiled at him good-humouredly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, well!” she said, “we won’t quarrel over my +sex’s limits on our first afternoon, and you shall discuss +only the most respectable subjects. We can +begin on the thirty-nine articles if you like. Can we +take a ’bus?” He hailed a green one, and they +climbed to the top. It was a perfect evening early +in July. Great water carts had laid the dust of the +streets, and all the folk of the city, had drifted out in +cool garments on to the pavement. Men were in +their shirt sleeves smoking, girls walked arm in arm +up and down the street, house-wives haggled over +piled up barrows for to-morrow’s dinner. It was a +Saturday evening, and the world was given up to +summer thoughts and ways. The two on the ’bus-top +watched, with new eagerness, the crowds below +them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They are sordid,” Philip said, “but how they are +alive! Look at that girl with a baby in her arms, +hasn’t she got a soul?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She has got a baby,” said Katherine smiling, “and +that makes most women, half-way to being +Madonnas.” Philip looked at her gently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I did not know you were so fond of children, +Katherine,” he said. Katherine blushed furiously, she +hated to show her feelings, and the intensest of them +all, was her passion of motherhood.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I said ‘most women,’ ” she said rather shortly. +“Is your parish like this?” He gave her an earnest +and sanguine outline of what it was, and what he +meant it should be. She watched him with silent +interest; she felt that he was far too hopeful, but that +was a fault that time would soon cure.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your work is one,” she said at last, “in which you +ought to have no self-love, a very deep purse, and +a little judgment wouldn’t be a bad thing either, +Philip.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You think I have none?” he asked ruefully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was only wondering whether you would know +when you were taken in,” she said. He looked a trifle +indignant. “Don’t ever be angry when you are,” she +said, “even with yourself, for it blinds one as to what +to do next.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Have you any other advice to offer me?” he +asked a little stiffly. Katherine laughed so merrily +that the ’bus driver turned his head and smiled at her. +Katherine, to Philip’s horror, smiled and nodded back.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You must learn to laugh, Philip,” she said, “or +you will break your heart, and you mustn’t mind ’bus +drivers!” Philip changed the subject.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We get out here,” he said. To his amazement +Katherine was down and off the ’bus before he had +had time to signal to the ’bus driver to stop; he was +a little awkward in following her. “You should never +do that,” he said disapprovingly, “it’s very dangerous.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How long did you say you had been in London?” +Katherine asked, as they turned into a narrow +street where the people were all on the steps.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Philip was not sure that after all a celibate priesthood +was not the better part. “The parish begins +here,” he said rather shortly. Katherine glanced +down a net-work of alleys, broken into by tenement +courts, and finished off at the corners by public houses, +none of which on this summer evening were empty. +There were callings of fretful babies, and the sharp +tongues of exasperated mothers, with the usual asides +that if Tom didn’t stop making that row, his neck +would be wrung, or some equally strong and final +operation performed on him. Katherine imagined it +was not a bad quarter. There were plants in the +windows, and a smell of steak floated out of one of +the doors. Two loud-voiced women at the end of the +street advanced sharply towards each other. There +was a moment’s preliminary language, and then, to +Katherine’s amusement, and Philip’s horror, the fight +began.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>One woman, standing back for a moment, launched +herself in growling fury upon the other, who clawed +at her with a skill, won through many encounters. A +small crowd gathered around them, and called out +encouraging expletives, gave hints as to the handling +of hair, and advised the stouter of the two to “come +down on ’er like a feather-bed.” Philip cast an +anxious glance at his companion. He looked white +and troubled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I must separate them,” he said. “I am so +sorry to have brought you here!” Katherine smiled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You may need my services afterwards,” she said +“It is just as well I came.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He hardly heard her, for in a moment he had +pushed his way through the crowd. “Mrs. +McCullen!” he gasped in horror, catching the +fat woman by the shoulder. This worthy lady who +was getting the worst of the encounter, sat down +heavily upon the pavement and began to dab her +scratched face with a dirty apron. The other woman, +of an alert and wiry nature, finding nothing for the +work of her hands to do, lifted up a high and piercing +voice, and began to describe her opponent, starting +with her entry into the world, and ending up with her +final destination beyond it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Someone made an offer to Philip, that if he would +fork out a bob, they would stop her jaw, but he refused +shortly and bent, in wretched disappointment, over +the woman on the pavement.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! Mrs. McCullen, how did this come about?” +he exclaimed, “and you were at church on Sunday, +too!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wot if I were?” exclaimed the indignant lady, +with a savage glance at her enemy. “Is she to call +me a mongrel? Me, that lived h’on this ’ere street +one-and-twenty years come Monday! D’ye think it +likely, <span class='it'>h’an’</span> my pore ’usband in the grave, h’an’ my +daughter ’ead ’ouse-maid in the West h’end!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ho! that’s where you belong, h’is it?” shrieked +her opponent with a jeer; “thought ye seemed a bit +h’out of plice in this ’ere street, more h’at ’ome in +Buckingham Palace, <span class='it'>I</span> believe. Want to sit in h’a +golden droreing room that’s what <span class='it'>you</span> want—h’oh, I +knows ’ere——” Philip held up his hand and turned +and looked at the woman, something in the pained +boyishness of his expression touched her. “I’m not +blaming you, sir!” she said, “we h’all knows what +Mrs. McCullen is—nasty drunken drab!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hi’ll lern ye to call me nimes!” shrieked Mrs. +McCullen, who had now got her second wind and was +on her feet. Philip held her back.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Mrs. McCullen!” he said, “you will be sorry for +this to-morrow! you, a Christian woman, trying to +fight like this! I am ashamed of you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Be ashamed of ye’self!” grumbled Mrs. McCullen +sullenly, but she made no fresh attempts on her late +companion, and retreated scowling into her own room, +whacking an inoffensive baby playing with a tin can +on her steps. If the mother had been present +hostilities would have been renewed, but she was +(for this event) fortunately in the public house. The +baby clung to the can, and picking itself up unconcernedly, +toddled off to another step. It was probably +accustomed to a cup-and-ball existence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Philip turned to the other woman. “Why should +you quarrel with your neighbour?” he asked gently, +“it seems such a pity.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She said as ’ow my ’usband was no class!” +grumbled the other woman, “cos ’e comes ’ome drunk! +Lor! what d’ye expect? Don’t they all? She’s been +so long without an ’usband she forgot! h’i told +’er <span class='it'>that</span>, too!” she added with relish. It was a sting +that had gone home. “H’and I h’added that she +were a mongrel, h’and so she be, sir!” Philip looked +perplexed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope you will never do so again!” he said. +“Think, if you have any children, what a bad example +it must be for them to see their mother quarrelling +with her neighbour!” The woman hung her head. +The crowd had dispersed long ago, and Katherine had +joined them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s a pretty little girl you have behind you,” +she said. “Is she yours?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, Miss!” said the woman, dragging the child +in front of her. “Oh! but she’s a dirty little girl,” +she said in a lighter tone, “I don’t like for you to see +’er.” Philip’s face brightened.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not know what your name is,” he said, “but +I will come and see you to-morrow; I hope your little +girl will grow up a good one.” The woman looked +at him sharply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“H’i was married in church, sir!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I must go now,” Katherine said to Philip quietly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Can’t you even come to see my church?” he +asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will come some Sunday with Daphne,” said +Katherine. “Philip, what do you think about that +woman?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She seems respectable,” said Philip, “but the +drunken brute of a husband has got on her nerves! +Ah! the lives those women lead!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The lives we all lead!” said Katherine, “fighting +for our destinies in the dark!” His face grew +radiant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“With the certainty of Light Eternal!” he said +firmly. “Oh, Katherine, it has been ringing so in my +mind, ‘Beloved, love one another!’ After all, it is +simply in our love of the poor brother whom we <span class='it'>have</span> +seen, that the love of the Father whom we have not +seen is revealed to us! It was Mr. Fordington who +always said, ‘We are unspiritual because we are +<span class='it'>unreal</span> about what we see. When we are honest +with the things in sight, the out of sight will rush in +on one, in full reality!’ Tell me, could you do your +work without an intense love?” Katherine hesitated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think it teaches love,” she said, “but only as a +disciplined emotion, one must never let one’s heart +go without one’s common sense.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One mustn’t think well of people because one +feels kindly towards them,” she explained, “but one +must go on feeling kindly towards them in spite of +their not doing well. Then one doesn’t get disappointed, +for they are sure not to do well!” He +looked at her a little severely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You look too much on the dark side!” he pronounced.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right!” laughed Katherine as she caught her +’bus, “only don’t forget that the dark side is a large +one!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Philip was sick of heart that night over Mrs. +McCullen, who passed him reeling drunk. First +enthusiasm gets bitterly depressed, and only a strong +will and much courage get the better of depression. +Katherine told Daphne of the incident.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know you could not have told me all +that,” she said, “if you had been really in love with +him?” Katherine looked away. She was cutting +bread and butter for the patients’ supper, and a sharp +exclamation of anger from the Sister, who was passing +through the kitchen, showed her she had nearly cut +herself. “I said, ‘Cut <span class='it'>bread</span>,’ ” the Sister reminded +her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne,” said Katherine with much emphasis, +after the sister had passed them, “I don’t! I thought +I did, but something has changed me, and the worst +of it is, I don’t know <span class='it'>what</span>!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps that isn’t the worst of it,” said Daphne, +and Katherine did not ask her to explain.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXIX.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Dome up, O heavens! yet higher o’er my head;</p> +<p class='line0'>Back, back, horizon! widen out my world;</p> +<p class='line0'>Rush in, O infinite sea of the Unknown!</p> +<p class='line0'>For though He slay me, I will trust in God.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>George McDonald.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>It was evening, and the heat was more terrible +because of the darkness, the stones were hot to the +touch of one’s feet: the very shadows seemed a +mockery and a delusion. The air that hung above +the hospital had a pressure, and a thickness, that made +breathing an intolerable burden.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine, sitting by the open window within sight +of a great market, wondered how she had been able +to keep on her feet all day; now it seemed almost too +much of a struggle even to wonder.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The door opened, and Daphne came into the room. +At first Katherine did not see her face; when she did, +she started to her feet.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is the matter?” she asked quickly. +Daphne sank into a chair and covered her face with +her hands; she was trembling from head to foot.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! Oh! Oh!” she gasped. “I can’t bear to +die! I can’t—die!” For a moment Katherine +thought she had gone mad.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What are you talking about?” she asked her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Sister said I was to go to him, but she did not +tell me!” Daphne moaned incoherently. “Only his +face—Katherine, his face! He gasped as I lent over +him, ‘Don’t let me die, nurse!’ And he kept muttering +‘I’m only nineteen! I’m only nineteen!’ And +then he began to struggle, and the terror in his eyes! +Oh! Katherine, I never saw such terror in anybody’s +eyes before! and I couldn’t think what to say to him! +I asked him if he wanted to pray to God, and he said +‘I don’t want God—I want to live!’ And I saw he +couldn’t! It seemed as if there was really someone +struggling with the spark of life in him, and he died +fighting it, died with that frightful look of terror in +his eyes.” She rose to her feet and began walking +up and down hurriedly in the tiny room. “I didn’t +know it was like that!” she said. “Think! It is +summer-time, and somewhere there is sea, and coolness, +and roses, and he was only nineteen! They +say it is a beautiful world, but it isn’t! It’s cruel! +It’s simply cruel! to let him die like that when he +was fighting so, to send his soul out of his fine young +body into the dark! Oh! I am afraid! It is all +going on the same—nobody knows, nobody cares, and +all around us is this struggle between our weak, +impotent lives, and this cruel, masterful death! picking +us—oh! so short sometimes, like a heedless child +in a field of flowers, only to throw them away! +Katherine, <span class='it'>you</span> have got to die! And I? Oh, I don’t +want to! I wish I had never been born, and no one +can help us! We have to go out alone, and we don’t +know <span class='it'>what</span> is on the Other Side! Arthur said he +had fifteen years more work, and then he would drop +in his tracks, only fifteen years, and I—perhaps I may +not have so long.” Daphne’s face was working terribly—she +was completely unnerved and worn out. +Katherine blamed herself bitterly for not having taken +more care of her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Anyway, you’re not dying now!” she said, “so +you had better sit down and get rested; it is much too +hot to run up and down the room!” Daphne obeyed +her listlessly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nothing is worth while!” she said. “I might +have married David, or gone to Arthur! When Dora +died it nearly broke my heart, but I wasn’t frightened, +now——” she began to shiver again. “I can’t go +back to the ward!” she muttered, “I can’t face them +again, they might—die! I tell you it’s the end!” she +cried fiercely to Katherine. “It’s the end! the end! +I don’t believe in Heaven, and Hell is here! To have +love and beauty, and the gifts of life, and then be +robbed of them one by one, and last of all hustled out +of one’s own familiar world! And then you ask me to +believe in something else!” Katherine looked at her +in blank astonishment; this was a Daphne whom she +did not know.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“God gave them to you, and so can’t you +believe He has got something better for you as +well?” she asked at last, and Katherine smiled at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have had so much love,” she said, “and that +is the way to Eternity, and the consolation for all that +is beautiful which seems to perish. Surely you understand?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean by love?” Daphne asked +angrily. “Arthur’s profession coming before his +heart, or David’s fits of passion, or Philip Mitchell’s +spiritual twaddle?” Katherine’s eyes flashed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have loved you, Daphne,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you!” said Daphne. “What is a girl’s +love for another girl, but a kind of make-shift before +the bridge is built? Do you suppose I love <span class='it'>you</span>, as +you call it? I can assure you, you have frequently +bored me to death!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will be more careful in the future,” said +Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne laughed. “Future?” she questioned—“is +there to be a future?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is ten o’clock,” said Katherine quietly, “and I +am going to bed.” Daphne held out her arms to +her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I didn’t mean it!” she cried, “not one single, +cruel word of it! It was only those eyes, that poor +boy’s eyes!” And she began to cry. Katherine held +her hands and soothed her, as she would a frightened +child. Later she prayed, and Daphne knelt by her +gazing out of the window across the hot roofs and +heavy London sky. For the first time in her life she +felt the call of green fields, and quiet country lanes, +for the pureness of the sky, and the clear air, and all +the life of trees, and birds, and flowers. She began +to think about her uncle and Dora; as she knelt she +became aware that he had loved her, and that she had +been very cruel to leave him when he needed her +most. Words and thoughts of his came back to her, +that she had never really understood, and she began +to ponder them in her heart. She remembered once +she had been very angry with him; they had been +sitting in his study, and he had turned to her and +said, “Daphne, I know what you are thinking +about.” She had questioned him, and he had +answered very sadly. “You are thinking of yourself. +One day you will have to stop doing that.” +Now she knew that the time had come. The life +behind her became a terrible burden even to think of. +One got paid for selfishness (she thought) by Death, +for pleasure by satiety, for luxury by ruin, for +scepticism by despair, and for the love of others by +vanity of heart.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine was in bed, but Daphne knelt on, forgetting +everything but the new vision that was born in +her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Katherine,” she asked, “are you awake?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said her friend sleepily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I was afraid of Death,” said Daphne, “because I +was not alive. I believe I know now what it is to be +alive.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you’d better go to sleep,” said Katherine. +Daphne smiled to herself in the dark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! no!” she said, “I am going to wake up now.”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXX.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Yet, ah! that Spring should vanish with the Rose;</p> +<p class='line0'>That youth’s sweet-scented Manuscript should close!</p> +<p class='line0'>The nightingale that in the branches sang—</p> +<p class='line0'>Ah, whence and whither flown again who knows!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rubaiyat.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>He had made up his mind not to think about +Katherine, so that when he actually met her in an +A. B. C. he felt that the reward of his decision was +clear. She looked tired and white, and he ordered +a succession of ices for each of them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In this country,” he said, “you have your luxuries +in egg-cups, so the only way is to get a lot of egg-cups. +I think perhaps that is the real reason why +English people take their pleasure sadly—you see, +they are always coming to the bottom of the egg-cup. +In fact, you ought to go for a holiday, which proves +my point.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine hoped his nonsense had covered her +visible embarrassment at the sight of him. It had +covered it, but he had seen it, and he knew better +than Katherine did what it meant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The sun burnt through the window of the dull +little shop, the sugar trickled off the buns, the butter +floated. The girls who lounged about the small tables +made the idea of eating difficult. A young man in a +billy-cock hat sucked lemon-squash, through a +straw.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The American enjoyed the scene before him. +“Oh! it’s good! it’s good,” he said. “Think of this +in the heart of London—and it pays.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why shouldn’t it pay?” said Katherine crossly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you came here oftener it would pay more,” said +Bert Russell audaciously. Katherine looked steadily +before her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall not come here again,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then where shall we go?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can go where you please,” she replied with +irritation, “and I shall go somewhere else.” They +both laughed, but Bert Russell, remembering the look +of unwilling welcome in the girl’s eyes, made the mistake +of supposing she knew it also.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have been looking for you for some twenty-eight +years,” he said. “What are you going to do about +it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should suggest that you wasted no more time,” +said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That’s what I feel about it myself,” said Bert. +“Will you have another ice in honour of your +decision?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are wilfully misunderstanding me,” said +Katherine angrily. “I have never liked, nor trusted +you. If you will force me to tell you unpleasant +truths, I cannot help it. You have no right to jest +with me on—on such subjects!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Pardon me, I was not jesting,” said Bert with a +queer little smile. “I was only proposing to you, and +the laugh is all on your side.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The young man with the lemon-squash pushed +back his chair with a noisy squeak, and began to tease +one of the girls across the counter. Their nasal +voices made Katherine wince.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you might have found a simpler way of +doing it,” she said, “but it makes no difference. I +am sorry I cannot marry you.” She had not meant +to speak so brutally, but she was hurting herself as +well as him, and it is not easy to hurt oneself gracefully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And you neither like nor trust me?” he said +thoughtfully. Katherine did not answer him. “Well, +thank you, Miss Linton, for being frank; it saves ever +so much time. You won’t have another ice?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Katherine. “Mr. Russell?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, Miss Linton.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do like and trust you, but it doesn’t make any +difference!” Bert Russell laughed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It makes a lot of difference to me,” he said, “I can +assure you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It doesn’t to what we have just been talking +about,” persisted Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Maybe we can be friends?” he asked lightly, “or +brothers?” Katherine frowned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It might lead to mistakes,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I believe in the policy of the open-door,” he said. +“Some day the right person walks in. Anyway, it’s +much more hospitable, don’t you think?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I sometimes come to tea here on Tuesdays,” +said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good,” said the American. “It’s a fine place to +come to.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The young man at the counter said something to +the girl which made her giggle. Katherine walked +out of the shop. As they turned towards the hospital +they were stopped, by one of those swiftly-forming +little London crowds. On the pavement, surrounded +by their pressing figures, was a very well-dressed +woman, who might have been good-looking—only she +was drunk. Katherine and her companion made +their way to her side.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let us take her somewhere,” said the American, +“before a policeman comes.” He tipped a bystander, +and a cab appeared. Somehow they got her into it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The heat and the glare of the day made the world +terrible—a world in which such a thing could easily +happen. The crowd dispersed as the cab drove away, +and a policeman sauntered up.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We were just in time,” said Bert with relief.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And now will you tell me what you are going to +do?” asked Katherine with some asperity. “In half-an-hour’s +time I am due in the ward. This——” she +hesitated as she looked at the heavy, inanimate figure +he was supporting, “this woman is completely helpless +and will remain so for some hours. She is +probably an actress,” glancing at her clothes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She ought to have a card somewhere about her,” +said Bert Russell. “Why—here is one in her pocketbook. +My gracious! Miss Linton,” he said aghast, +“she’s Mrs. Arthur Field!” The two gazed at each +other in a communion of horror. Why, in all the +world, had this black secret come to them? The +stern, indomitable face of the surgeon rose up between +them, and the weak, lost loveliness of the woman was +in itself an appeal, and an explanation. “We must +take her to her husband,” said the American.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, poor fellow,” said Katherine. They drove +in silence through the noise and glare, of the great +city, shrouded in the stillness of a human mystery, +unseeing and unhearing. They arrived at the impressively +blank house where the surgeon lived, before +they had framed an explanation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The maid told them Mr. Field was engaged, but +would be free in a few minutes. “People did not +usually see him without an appointment,” she added, +looking suspiciously at the nurse and the young man.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The nurse has brought a patient of Mr. Field’s +to him; she is in the cab, but unfortunately she has +fainted. Will you kindly find us a private room. I +take all the responsibility of settling affairs with Mr. +Field,” said the American. “The case is urgent,” he +added in an undertone, handing her a sovereign. +The maid nodded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The nurse had roused the woman to a stumbling +consciousness; they managed between them to get her +into the house. The maid’s suspicion deepened, and +a further proof of another sovereign was needed before +the private room was found. Katherine looked +at her watch, and Bert Russell took her back to the +cab. At the door she gave him her hand.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can’t bear leaving you to face it alone,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah!—now I wonder why?” asked Bert Russell, +smiling. Katherine withdrew her hand sharply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As the cab drove off she leaned to him out of the +window. “Good-bye,” she said, “and thank you.” +Bert went back to his post.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The woman had been more or less roused, but she +was still only half-conscious; sometimes she muttered +and tossed to and fro in her sleep. She had such +pretty hands. The minutes were heavier and longer +than hours. Once, through a partition at the end of +the room, he heard a woman’s voice.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then, Mr. Field, you would suggest a winter +abroad?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I never suggest, madam, I merely state what is +necessary.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It will be very expensive,” said the lady.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That has nothing whatever to do with me,” he +replied a little brutally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He heard the door close sharply, and a moment +later a quick, decisive tread stopped at the door of the +room, and the surgeon entered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I ask the meaning of this intrusion, sir?” he +asked in a short, hard voice. Then he saw the +woman on the sofa. He stood quite still for a +moment, and swayed a little. The storm had burst +upon him, and he was not quite ready for the storm. +Yet the thought came to him even then with a rush +of gladness that Daphne had been spared this. +“Ah!” he said, coming swiftly forward, “my wife, +sir.” He looked down at her with passionate loathing +and anger in his eyes. As Bert Russell watched +him, he saw the clear-cut mouth quiver once, as if old +memories were tugging at his heart; his eyes grew +soft, and he turned to the young man. “I think I +have met you before?” he said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“At Lady Middleton’s,” said the American.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Mr. Field, “I remember. May I ask +you where you met my wife?” Bert explained. The +surgeon raised his eyebrows. “Do you often do these +things?” he asked; “must be a little awkward at +times?” Bert smiled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, no!” he said, “I don’t find it so. It was +lucky I saw her card.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Was there anyone with you?” Mr. Field +questioned. Bert hesitated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A lady,” he said finally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah,” said the surgeon, “I am very much obliged +to you, Mr. Russell.” Bert rose to his feet, and the +two men looked at each other. Suddenly the woman +on the sofa screamed “Arthur.” Mr. Field winced, +then he walked to the door with Bert, with his back +to the sofa. When he had gone, Arthur turned to +his wife and sat down near the sofa. The sight of +him and her surroundings brought her back to herself; +she began to whimper:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I didn’t mean to come here, Arthur. It was all +an accident. Nurse and I came up for a change only +for a night or two—and we went shopping, we missed +each other somehow—and I got faint with the heat +and had to have some brandy; it went to my head, I +think, and I became unconscious, so—so someone +brought me here—I am sure I don’t know how they +knew where to come.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Providentially you had a card-case with my name +on,” he said drily. “If it had not been so you would +have been taken to a police station, you know. That +would have been a new experience, wouldn’t it? We +might try it next time!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Arthur! how unkind,” sobbed his wife. Then +she looked up at him. “Where am I to go?” +she said quickly—“not to another dreadful +Home?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“On the contrary,” he said, “we will try this—home, +and I hope you will find it a pleasant +one!” Rosamonde drew back and laughed hysterically.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re—you’re joking!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Rosamonde,” said her husband, “I never +joke. I thought you knew that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But people will find out,” she whispered breathlessly—“they +will talk.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Arthur, “they probably will.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought it would ruin you,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think so now,” said Arthur. “I am going to +give you another chance,” he said gently. “You are +only twenty-eight—you used to be beautiful; you may +be again, if you get the better of your trouble. You +will live in this house with your nurse, as before, only +this time under my name, and I shall be within call. +Another thing, Rosamonde, if you fail again, I shall +punish you, but I shall go on keeping you. I shall +never let you go again. I am going to conquer this +thing. Are you going to help me?” He spoke with +a repressed force that frightened her. She looked at +him with dull, curious eyes. He bent forward and, +placing his arm around her, he took her across the +room to a mirror. She looked at herself speechlessly, +then she struggled to escape from the horror in the +glass. He held her there for a minute, then, placing +her on the sofa, he crossed the room, and came back +to her with a photograph of a beautiful girl of +eighteen. “These are both you, Rosamonde,” he +said. “I am going to give you this photograph to +keep; some day you may be like it again.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Arthur,” she whispered, “I’ll try.” He rang +the bell. The maid, looking more curious than ever, +answered the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You will prepare the spare room for Mrs. Field, +and the dressing-room next door for a nurse. Mrs. +Field is an invalid; she will therefore not take over +the housekeeping at present,” said the surgeon in his +usual, quick, imperative tones. Then he went into +his study. He took the picture of Daphne off his +table and quietly tore it to pieces. He telephoned for +a trustworthy nurse, and requested that the nurse he +had had before should be dismissed from her association. +Then he sank like an old man into his chair. +“Only another few years now,” he muttered, “and +another shock like this may set me free.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was not known in medical circles that the great +surgeon suffered from an obscure and fatal disease. +But the man himself knew it, and studied his own +case day by day, noting its interesting symptoms and +bearing its peculiarly absorbing pain. For a few +hours he sat quite grey, and still, in his private consulting +room. Then, as evening came on, in a +sudden rush of summer rain, his breath came more +easily, and he rose to his feet, swaying a little as he +stood erect. There came a knock at his door. It +was his housekeeper, a woman of rigid principle with +a real attachment to him; he had saved her life a few +years before.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you please, sir, I should like to leave,” she said; +she had been crying and was ready to begin again. +He stared at her scarcely out of the dumb valley of +his pain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very well,” he said shortly. She had meant to +pour out explanations and reproaches, and possibly +to recant at the end. Now she was too frightened to +speak and went downstairs to tell the other servants +“That master looked white as a ghost.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After she had gone Arthur turned on the electric +light. “And now I am alone,” he said, and then, with +half a smile, he quoted to himself, “I was ever a +fighter”; so one fight more, the best and the last. +The shower lashed down the dust of the streets, and +the burning day died in a mist of rain.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Everyone is as God made him, and very often worse.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Spanish Proverb.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Vera, you must see her, you must try to help her!” +cried Daphne, with a force and vigour which rang +through the drawing-room like a trumpet call. Lady +Middleton sighed, she did not care for trumpet calls +in her drawing-room, she preferred low, musical +laughs, and a quiet drawl.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne, dear,” she said, “there is always a footman, +and you invariably overlook his possibility. I +am sure you must be a Socialist at heart.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But Vera, she only needs a helping hand. It +could hardly hurt you to have her to tea, and Arthur +is doing all he can, only there are so few things a man +<span class='it'>can</span> do! You might take her out shopping, or give +her a lunch-party, mightn’t you?” Lady Middleton +felt distinctly uncomfortable and, naturally, knowing +that she had done nothing to deserve discomfort, she +became aggrieved.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I really think it is very hard on me,” she said. +“People always say I have done so much good, and +I gave ten pounds to that young man Mitchell only +the other day for a slum chapel, yet you break off your +engagement to the catch of the season, and Arthur +Field disappoints all my expectations.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are not very logical,” said Daphne bitterly, +“you wish me to marry a drunkard and yet you won’t +receive your sister who——” Vera seldom looked +angry, when she did her eyes appeared small. They +appeared very small indeed at this moment, and she +interrupted Daphne, by dropping a cup.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was really good china,” she said, looking at the +pieces regretfully. “Don’t say any more, Daphne, +unless you know how to put things more carefully. +I have always said there ought to be societies for those +sort of people, with Homes. I should be quite willing +to help support her at one of them. As for David, a +husband is a different thing. You need never have +known anything about it, if you had gone about +properly chaperoned. All one really needs is a beaten +track. You have stepped out of it, and so uncomfortable +things have happened. Very few men would +marry you now, suitable men I mean. It is no use +offering you advice, or I should say return to your +uncle and find a curate.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And you won’t help Rosamonde?” said Daphne, +buttoning up her gloves. Lady Middleton put her +hand up to her hair. It was all so unpleasant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If I could do her any <span class='it'>real</span> good!” she said, “I +don’t mind calling some morning, she might like to +do things for a bazaar; besides, I know a book on the +‘Power of the Will over Vice,’ I might lend her that, +but it would be impossible for me to receive her here. +She couldn’t expect it of me, it would be so exceedingly +awkward. Besides,” added Lady Middleton +virtuously, “I don’t think that sort of thing ought +to be encouraged. She is my own sister, but the sin +is just the same.” Lady Middleton took out her +pocket-handkerchief, it was edged with beautiful lace. +“Dear child,” she said, “your young, fresh mind +cannot understand, I have intense principles——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have intensely selfish ones!” cried Daphne +with blazing eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Lady Cheston, my lady!” Lady Cheston +emitted a sharp, friendly shriek, and tapped both the +women on the shoulder with the handle of her fan.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Positively dyin’ for tea, Vera,” she began. “That +dreadful old hag, Mrs. Rounceman, has been talkin’ +to me about her children for an hour. Only dumb +people ought to have children, it’s so fatiguin’, and +this hot weather, too—I told her finally that I loved +Reggie when he was at Eton, but I only <span class='it'>talked</span> about +him in the Christmas holidays! What’s the matter +with you, child?” she said, turning upon Daphne +suddenly. “You haven’t got a family so you needn’t +be dumb! And now I come to look at you, you’re +angry! Has Vera been talking sense to you? +People oughtn’t to talk sense except in Advent. +That’s the time we’re meant to meditate on the four +last things, you know.” Daphne rose to her feet. +Her mission had failed. Looking from one to the +other of them, she knew why.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” she said, “Vera has been talking sense to +me, only I wasn’t quite sure what to call it. I am not +so good at finding names for things as you are, Lady +Cheston!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Don’t get sharp-tongued, my dear,” said Lady +Cheston, “leave that to old women like me who have +to keep up a second complexion. Don’t you find +yours, awfully tryin’ this weather, Vera?” Vera +looked dreamily at the sugar-tongs.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Two lumps, dear?” she questioned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne left the room in all the hot disgust of +indignant youth. It is so easy to sit in the seat of the +scornful, when one is under twenty-five. Wandering +about in the hall as if it belonged to someone else, +and he was not altogether sure that he might not be +turned out, she found Sir Henry Middleton. He was +a young man with a very fair moustache. Daphne +was exceedingly sorry for him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Sir Henry,” she said, “why aren’t you in Scotland?” +He shook hands with her heartily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I’m very glad I’m not,” he said cordially, +“at this present moment. Fact is, I’m waiting for +Vera, something has got to come off first. I’m not +quite sure what, but the kind of thing that does come +off, you know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, yes! I know!” said Daphne sympathetically.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope you won’t mind,” the young man began +nervously, “but I’ve something to say to you. It’s +jolly awkward having things to say, isn’t it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Horrid,” said Daphne, “but are you quite sure you +have got to say it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, yes,” he said, “it’s about—it’s about——” +he hesitated painfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Vera?” questioned Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In a way—yes,” he said. “It seems she had a +sister. I didn’t know; who married that chap Field +who used to be about so much, do you remember?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Daphne, “I remember.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, you see,” he went on, pushing a rug over +with his foot, “Vera’s queer about it. Won’t have +her here, shut me up when I talked about her, and it +doesn’t seem quite fair, you know, does it—one’s own +sister? Unless she’s come an awful cropper, of +course. So the long and short of it is, do you know +what’s wrong? I don’t want you to tell me out-and-out, +but if it’s too bad, then it’s all right you see,” he +finished lamely.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And if it isn’t?” Daphne questioned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! well, then I must fairly make a row,” said Sir +Henry sturdily. Daphne’s eyes shone with pleasure, +she had not known that he had anything in him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She is fighting hard against her troubles,” she +said finally, “and a helping hand from Vera might put +her straight. Perhaps I had better tell you what it +is after all—she drinks.” Sir Henry gave a low +whistle. “Oh, yes! I know,” said Daphne impatiently, +“a man takes a glass too much and +you call him a good fellow, when a woman does you +whistle, and the whistle keeps the door shut.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, it doesn’t,” said Sir Henry. Daphne held out +her hand to him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you’re a better man than most,” she said +warmly. “Only don’t make a row. Send her one of +Vera’s invitation cards to the ball. That’s what is +coming off next week.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, and a jolly nuisance it is,” said her host.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, will you do it?” said Daphne, “and introduce +her to all Vera’s friends as her sister? She’ll +be bound to recognize her after that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“By Jove!” said the startled young man, “but +you’re fairly knowing!” Daphne frowned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Will you?” she repeated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There’ll be the devil to pay you know,” he mused +helplessly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—pay him then,” said Daphne sharply, “if +that’s where you owe it!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right!” said the young man, straightening his +shoulders, “I will.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know,” said Daphne very softly, “I am so +sorry you ever married Vera.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, come! come!” the young man exclaimed with +a vague gentleness. Daphne turned to the door with +tears in her eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good-bye!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When the door closed, the young man looked after +her for a moment: he also was very sorry that he had +married Vera.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>    . . . . “Lord, if too obdurate I,</p> +<p class='line0'>Choose Thou before that spirit die,</p> +<p class='line0'>A piercing pain, a killing sin,</p> +<p class='line0'>And to my dead heart run them in!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Louis Stevenson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>The days pass, we can always be certain of that; we +live, we eat our breakfast, and we do our work.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The superficial claims an absolute sway over the +history of daily bread, and Arthur Field’s private +struggle was no exception to the general rule. He +was much too awake to the knowledge of things to +expect the Heavens to fall, only sometimes as he +looked at Rosamonde, she recalled to his mind such +old sweet memories, such sad, bright hopes that +shone or fell, or vanished as they came; old quarrels +and old tears, and the belief so radiant and so true, in +joy and love, shaken and darkened now into a faith +with clipped wings, and all uncertain of its flight, +until the heart-ache grew more dominant than he +cared to own, and he rushed into his work with +feverish activity. Rosamonde herself was not more +happily placed, the new nurse never let her out of her +sight, and the servants all looked curiously at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She had written an imploring letter to Vera which +had received no answer, and Arthur’s stern, cold +manner, and attempts at conversation on abstract +points, frightened and bored her. She liked French +novels, and Arthur threw her favourites in the fire; +she liked Fuller’s sweets, and Arthur limited her to +plain chocolate. Finally, one Sunday morning, he +met her going to church and asked her where she was +going, she mentioned a Roman Church in the neighbourhood.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why go to a Roman Church?” he asked her +coldly. “I prefer a less excitable service for you, +better go to St. George’s, Hanover Square.” Rosamonde +cried like a naughty child, and throwing her +book of devotions on the floor, ran out of the room. +It ended in her going nowhere, and being very rude +to the nurse.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The next morning she received a beautifully gilt-edged +card of invitation to Lady Middleton’s ball.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I suppose you won’t let me go?” she said. “I +believe you wish to send me mad, so that you can +shut me up in a lunatic asylum.” Arthur Field +studied the card very carefully, he was weighing +many things in his mind. He had not expected a +social opening; was it an opportunity, or would it +prove a temptation? He looked across the table at +Rosamonde’s flushed, anxious face. Disappointment +was, he knew, quite the worst thing for her. He +pushed his chair back impatiently from the table.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let us go by all means,” he said. “Have a first-rate +dressmaker fit you out, and send the bill in to +me.” Rosamonde became suddenly as happy as a +girl. The nurse was sent for, and Arthur left her +in a whirl of delightful indecisions. He became +conscious, as he drove off to the hospital, that if all +went well at the ball, in front of him stretched the +dreary lane of a mock, social existence. For a man +entirely overworked, and passionately attached to one +of the deeper problems, this prospect was an inquisition. +He wondered a little at the purpose that was +in him to sacrifice himself and his life work to the +flighty commonplace little creature he had married. +It would have been so easy to have let her sink, and +no one could have blamed him. He made excuses +and reasons for himself, he said that it was all +because he hated to be beaten, but he was quite aware +that it was something a great deal larger than that. +He had let the infinite into his life, through every +conquered instinct, and severe self-government, he +had given room even against his judgment to Unseen +Powers, and the result was that within him was something +stronger than himself, making for sacrifice. +He would have told you, that if you give human +nature rope enough, it will use it for one purpose—destruction, +yet the rope life had given him he threw +out over its waters to preserve—what?—why, simply +Rosamonde, a butterfly submerged. He saw himself +with a grim smile facing the Immortals with Andrea +Del Sarto’s great excuse:</p> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>“So still they overcome</p> +<p class='line0'>Because there’s still Lucrezia, as I choose.”</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>The hansom stopped with a plunge and a jerk at +the familiar gate, the tall, brisk figure shot out across +the square into the theatre. One by one the patients +were brought in on stretchers, only the worst and +most important cases, for it was his afternoon. +Afterwards he went back into one of the wards with +the Sister, there was a girl he always went to see if +he had an extra moment, she had been operated +upon, but her case was quite hopeless. She knew +it, and he had never seen a pluckier soul. He looked +down at her with kind, grave eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Bad night?” he questioned. The girl smiled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“A fight, doctor,” she said, “but I came out top.” +A queer impulse seized him, he bent over her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m fighting, too,” he said, “but I don’t know how +I shall come out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I feel sure, sir,” she said, looking full into his eyes, +“that you’ll come out all right.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How do you know?” he asked her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because God won’t let go,” said the girl. Arthur +Field left her abruptly—with a curt good-day to the +Sister. He never saw her again, for her fight ended +in the final freedom only a few days after, but all that +day his sub-conscious voice repeated the girl’s +message, “God won’t let go.” And when a week +afterwards Rosamonde knocked at his door to show +him her ball-dress, the words forced a smile that was +almost kindly to his lips.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You look very fine, my dear girl,” he said to her +quietly. She was flushed with the triumph of her +appearance.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Vera never was really pretty,” she said. “Do you +think so?” He gave her his arm to take her down to +the carriage.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Women are strongest; but above all things</p> +<p class='line0'>Truth beareth away the victory.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'>I. <span class='sc'>Book of Esdras.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Everything was really going well. Lady Middleton, +casting her eyes over the large and spacious +rooms, the wide staircase and the cosy nooks, thinking +also of the well-prepared little tables, in a not +too distant dining-room, felt a thrill of positive elation. +When one could depend on one’s cook and trust one’s +florist, life became simple.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She turned to mingle among her guests, when Mr. +and Mrs. Field were announced; and she stood confronted +by a dream. Rosamonde was facing her, +dressed in pale sea-green with masses of white +chiffon, three perfect roses on her shoulder, her fair, +fluffy hair framing her appealing blue eyes. For a +moment Vera’s one fixed idea, was of a primitive +order; she longed to tear the white chiffon on her +younger sister’s dress. The thin smile that crept in +a tight band across her lips witnessed to the march +of civilization.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Rosamonde,” she murmured, “how well +you’re looking.” Sir Henry Middleton came forward.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Introduce me to your sister, Vera,” he said, and +Rosamonde, taking his arm, went the round of the +room. Arthur Field lingered by his hostess.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was kind of you to ask her,” he said in a grave +undertone. Vera lifted her eyebrows; she could tell +by his voice that after all, they had received an +invitation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wanted to do all I could,” she murmured; “it’s +so brave of you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She had no intention of punishing the wrong +person when she could punish the right, but if +Daphne <span class='it'>was</span> the right person—then Daphne’s punishment +lay in her hand. Arthur Field frowned, and left +her. Looking over the brilliant scene before him, he +soon discovered Daphne; she was dancing, of course, +and as he watched her, he felt within him the glow +of his old pride in her. She danced so beautifully, +her dress of palest yellow made him think of young +spring flowers, and their gracefulness. She was +dancing with Reggie Cheston; he watched them as +the waltz closed stroll towards the dimly-lighted +conservatory. Then, with a rigid effort, he turned +back to the thought of Rosamonde.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t think I am going to stay on at the +hospital,” Daphne said to Reggie. “I wish you cared +more for the Church, Reggie,” she added, “it’s such +a help.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It must be,” said Reggie; “does he preach very +well?” Daphne’s eyes flashed, then she laughed a +little under her breath.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He is a tremendously good man, Reggie,” she +said, “and you don’t know what I’ve been feeling +lately. It would be such a relief to know that I was +doing something really helpful.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is a little difficult to catch what you mean,” said +Reggie; “but if you feel that marriage with a clergyman +is a kind of spiritual vocation, I should advise +you to be careful; the bonds are for life, and you are +not my ideal of a parson’s wife; besides, you must +remember he has a vocation too.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, of course he cares for me,” pursued Daphne; +“we have a great deal in common.” She sat down +gracefully beneath a huge fern. Reggie stood beside +her with a peculiarly dogged expression on his face.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you think you are quite fair?” he asked her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean?” said Daphne in real surprise; +“I can assure you, Reggie, I am not playing +with him. If I say yes I will stick to it. I feel that +I ought to explain. I have lived such a worldly, +artificial life. No wonder you think that, in spite of +my hospital experience, I am only fitted for a ball-dress +and an evening party! But, indeed, I am +learning many things! Philip Mitchell’s position is +not an easy one, but his work is the noblest in the +world, an attempt to let sunshine into dark lives! +Think what it means. Oh! if I could tell you how +the faces of the poor haunt me! How the call of +their miseries comes up to me, you would understand! +And then, Reggie—I have never forgotten David! +He loved me and suffered because he loved. I can +see this man is beginning to care for me, and I feel +that it is partly <span class='it'>because</span> of David that I could make +him happy. I have no right to ruin two lives! After +all, what does it matter whether I am happy or +not?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It does not matter at all whether you are happy +or not,” said Reggie, sitting down quietly by her side. +“But that is not the question you know, the question +is whether it’s right?” It did not please Daphne +that he should be as willing to sacrifice her happiness +as she was herself, but she could not admit this.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” she said, “that is what I feel.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I tell you what I think?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course,” said Daphne surprised.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let us begin from the beginning,” said Reggie +in a measured voice, looking straight in front of him +at a pink geranium. “You were unhappy with Vera, +so you shipped her—for your uncle?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It was against—— I couldn’t possibly stay here +after my father’s death,” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Exactly,” Reggie continued. “So you went to +your uncle’s and found it rather dull there. Then you +thought it would be easier to marry David.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I had especial reasons for that!” Daphne pleaded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Especial reasons then,” said Reggie, “pointed to +David. I may add, in passing, that you didn’t care +for him, and that he was giving you all he had, and +you were giving him nothing at all except ‘especial +reasons’—a little thin that for a marriage settlement!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Reggie!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let me go on,” pursued the young man gravely. +“After your little cousin’s death, you threw over your +uncle and aunt, and went to the hospital with your +friend. Circumstances arose showing you an objectionable +weakness in David, so you threw over David. +Now you talk of giving up your friend, and the +hospital, in order to go and work in the slums. +Marriage again, you notice, with a man you don’t care +for, because you are haunted by the faces of the poor. +Are you quite sure that you are fitted for the work? +Or that it is sufficient to offer a man in return for +the best that is in him, a friendly interest in his +parish? Do you know what anything <span class='it'>real</span> means?” +Daphne was breathless with anger; she could not get +up and go away, and for a moment she could think +of no suitable reply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie had taken her so absolutely by surprise. +She had always considered him an admiring friend, +a little weak perhaps, but in a good-natured, boyish +way, and very fond of her. Of course, very fond of +her—most of her friends were that. Imperceptibly +she had all her life leaned on what her friends thought +of her. The likeness was too flattering to be true, +but it was impossible to look with comfort upon a +likeness too true to be flattering, and it was this that +Reggie held up inexorably before her. But her +motives were so good. Taken one by one, her every +action had been so kindly, unselfish, so high-principled! +This picture of Reggie’s looked as if +he held in his hand a list of posings, the posings of +a heartless egoist!</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know what anything real means?” he +repeated, with his eyes upon that terrible pink +geranium. She was looking at it now, it appeared so +very artificial.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I—Reggie, do you really think I am like that?” +she gasped. She was too ashamed to look at him, +so she did not see his lips twitch, nor the new, kind +light in his eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think you have thought that you were a princess +in a fairy-tale, Daphne, and that it was merely a +question of flowers, and favours, and magic words, +and it isn’t a fairy-tale. Men aren’t like that. Most +girls are brought up in the fairy-tale fashion, and it’s +awfully hard on us; you play with fire, and you won’t +have anything more to do with us if you see sparks. +You are always throwing gloves into an arena of lions, +because you don’t quite understand lions! I don’t +like talking to you in this way, but when I hear you +speak of marrying a man who loves you—in order to +help the poor, you are putting the wrong things +together. Love earns one thing and that only—love—you +can’t give anything else instead. Esteem, +affection, help, by all means give them in exchange +for—esteem, affection—help, but don’t try to barter +the respectables, in exchange for love. It’s an +attempt to stop the tide with sand-castles. Sell +yourself if you like, but be frank about it, and don’t +call it by grand names. Flirtation is a repulsive +system of theft; you take all you can get, real things +mind you, not names, and you give worthless trash +back, for your part of the bargain. Be shocked at +drink and play, and then intoxicate with your eyes, +and gamble with your complexion—and say that ‘The +poor boy behaved very badly’; I used to think better +things of you, Daphne!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! for Heaven’s sake, stop!” cried Daphne; +“do you think I am a flirt?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Reggie, “I do.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then take me back at once to Vera!” cried +Daphne. “Oh! how <span class='it'>dare</span> you say such things to +me? Reggie—how can you?” Reggie looked +miserably at the pink geranium. He was asking +himself the same question. He had never talked so +much in his life before, but he could bear no longer, +the ache in his heart, and what gave fire and force to +his condemnation, made it more than impossible to +explain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am sorry,” he said at last, “I knew you wouldn’t +like it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Like it?” flashed Daphne. Then she rose to her +feet. “You have behaved intolerably,” she said, +“good-bye.” And she swept past him alone, into the +glitter of the great ball-room. Reggie picked the +geranium and put it in his button-hole.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“But what if I fail in my purposes here?</p> +<p class='line0'>It is but to keep the nerves at a strain</p> +<p class='line0'>  To dry one’s eyes and laugh at a fall,</p> +<p class='line0'>And baffled get up and begin again,</p> +<p class='line0'>  So the chase takes up one’s life, that’s all.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne felt almost a passion of relief as she caught +sight of her face in a mirror. The world had just +turned upside down, but, thank God, she was still +beautiful! She stood in the babble of the gilded +room, and watched the swarm of well-dressed men +and women around her. She had, at that moment, a +strange, psychological experience; even as she +watched them, the noise of the room ceased, and +instead of the figures and colours of the brilliant +gathering, she saw the long stretch of the ward at +night. The faces in shadow of the sick, pain-stricken +men, some of them sleeping restlessly, and some with +wide eyes watching the hours as they passed. She +seemed to feel the heat of the long night, and to see +again at dawn the bustle of returning life and day. +She was on night duty at present which explained her +presence at the ball. Once a month the night nurses +had a day and a night off which they generally spent +in sleep, but to Daphne the old life formed a greater +recreation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The tiny jewelled watch she wore told her it was +three o’clock, so many of them die at three o’clock! +The band was playing one of those half-divine, and +passionately human waltzes that seem to strike on all +the chords of love and pain. Daphne drew a deep +breath and the vision of the ward faded. When she +looked before her again, something seemed to have +past away from the glow and beauty of the brilliant +scene. The women appeared a little tawdry, and +the flowers drooped, under the flare of the electric +light.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know what anything real means?” +Daphne asked herself. Vera came up to her on the +arm of a fine, soldierly-looking man, whom she introduced +to her as Colonel Dalgeny. He began at once +to speak to her about Katherine; he took her down +to supper, and she found that she liked him very +much.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My wife wants to talk to you,” he said; “but you +look very tired, will you wait here till I bring her to +you?” He placed her in a curtained alcove by an +open window, a portière marked it off from the rest +of the hall. Daphne assented thankfully, and leaning +back closed her eyes and waited.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“David,” said a voice close to her, “do you +know you have not spoken to me for a hundred +years?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I haven’t wanted to, Lady Cheston.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, poor boy—poor boy,” said Lady Cheston. +“Have you felt so badly about it as that?” There +was a silence and Daphne felt subtly conscious that +David could be made not to mean what he had said. +She could not see them, but she almost felt the +summoning power of Lady Cheston’s large grey eyes. +Reggie’s eyes were like them, only they did not say +the same things.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But she did quite right, you know,” Lady Cheston +went on; “she never in the least understood you, and +you behaved very badly, my poor boy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—she didn’t care for me,” said David +miserably.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, she didn’t care for you,” repeated Lady +Cheston.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No one does,” he muttered sulkily. “I might as +well go to the devil.” There was a long, breathless +pause, a pause in which the blood runs riot, and pulses +tell tales. That something passed between the two, +Daphne felt sure, she thought that Lady Cheston had +put out her hand.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, no! no! David, that’s not true!” she said at +last, “somebody cares.” Daphne rose to her feet and, +with a quick movement, gained the hall. Behind her +she heard a startled exclamation, and a low laugh. +The angry colour rushed into her face, the Colonel +returned opportunely with Mrs. Dalgeny on his arm.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear child,” she said, softly catching hold of +Daphne’s hands, “tell me about my girl?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne could hardly believe it was Mrs. Linton +who stood before her, she was dressed so beautifully, +and she looked so happy. Then, looking at the +Colonel, she understood, the tragedy was still there, +but now it was in his face. She withdrew her hands +from Mrs. Linton and told her briefly about +Katherine. “She signed on yesterday for two +years, and I go up to-morrow,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you going to sign on?” the Colonel asked +her. Daphne hesitated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” she said, “I am not.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps Miss Fordington is going to sign a +different <span class='it'>kind</span> of contract?” suggested Mrs. Dalgeny +in her cooing voice. Daphne threw back her head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not going to be married, if that is what you +mean,” she said shortly. Mrs. Dalgeny smiled +sweetly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That is what young girls always say until they are +asked,” said Mrs. Dalgeny; she was not very fond of +Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Or until they have answered,” said the girl with +ready assurance. They parted still smiling, and the +Colonel suppressed a chuckle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was four o’clock and Daphne stood at a little +table in the supper-room drinking lemonade. Looking +up, she met Arthur Field’s eyes, he was standing +at the opposite side of the room. She turned to the +man who was with her, and asked him to fetch her +an ice, then she looked back at Arthur Field. A +moment later he reached her side, and for awhile they +were silent.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Which is your wife?” Daphne asked finally, +glancing over the little supper-tables.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She is with Sir Henry Middleton,” said Arthur. +Daphne’s eyes found her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I did not know she was so pretty,” she murmured, +and Arthur fancied her lips quivered. He wanted +immensely to know how much she minded, and if she +thought he had done right.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then he saw that by Rosamonde’s side was a glass +of champagne. She was talking and smiling to her +companion, but her hand went out towards the glass. +Arthur crossed the room, and stood by them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is this your handkerchief, Rosamonde?” he +asked, holding out a dainty lace trifle in his hand. +Rosamonde looked up startled, and Arthur Field +stupidly overturned her glass. He apologized profusely +and went to fetch her another, he brought it +back more carefully this time. It was filled with +lemonade. When he looked back at Daphne her +partner had rejoined her. “I think it is time for us +to go, Rosamonde,” he said to his wife.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where did you find the handkerchief, Arthur?” +Rosamonde asked angrily as they drove back.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In your room,” said her husband; “I brought it +with me in case you might want another one.” +Rosamonde bit her lips, and they drove home in +silence.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“God’s justice, tardy though it prove,</p> +<p class='line0'>Rests never on the track</p> +<p class='line0'>Until it reach delinquency.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>When Daphne went up to her room a thin, grey +light was growing out of the east. From her window +the houses stood out in heavy, mysterious shapes +against the sky, the street lamps flared dimly, and far +off in the city the great tide of labour, gave morning +witness, to its intention of flooding the town. Daphne +shivered and turned on the electric light; she never +could think much in the dark, and she wanted to think +more than anything in the world. In a few hours +time she would have to answer at the Board of +Trustees as to whether she would sign on or not, and +she was not going to. Katherine would be hurt, and +she would have to say good-bye, then she would go +to her uncle and tell him that she meant to stay.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She would grow old there doing good in the parish; +it would be very dull, doing good seemed to be that, +she thought; but then, wasn’t even doing bad, dull, +when you had to keep it up? In time her hair would +turn grey, and she would begin to call people “My +dear”; her aunt always called people “My dear.” +Then Reggie would see that she was not a flirt, but +of course it didn’t matter in the least what Reggie +saw, he had behaved abominably, she would never +speak to him again. Arthur would be surprised, but +his wife was very pretty, perhaps he would not be +surprised long. As for Philip, he had never really +spoken, she would write him a very nice little letter, +and he would probably keep it, but he would stick to +his parish. All these thoughts passed like pictures +through her mind, and left her staring blankly before +her, and repeating word for word what Reggie had +said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then she took up a pen and wrote to her uncle. +“I want to come back to you,” she wrote, “and live +differently. I have taken an absolute pleasure in +getting my own way, and then have been proud of +myself for getting it. There is not a single thing in +my life at this present moment, which is not a self-indulgence +or the result of one. Life has brought +me up sharp very often, and I have given up the +accursed thing, but I have found other ones just as +much accursed. I have done good things from bad +motives, and when I have had good motives, I have +generally not done the things! I have been independent +and it has not succeeded, I have made my +own discipline, and been careful that there shouldn’t +be thorns.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now I wish to put my life in your hands. I want +to wake up and be forgiven, and punished, and to +begin again. Do you remember reading me one night +Rossetti’s ‘Landmark?’</p> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<p class='line0'>“Yet though no light be left nor bird now sing</p> +<p class='line0'>As here I turn, I’ll thank God, hastening,</p> +<p class='line0'>That the same goal is still on the same track.”</p> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let me return then, and show me what I must do. +I must tell you, I have not played the game fair. I +have made some people very unhappy because I have +wanted to be liked, and I <span class='it'>still</span> want to be liked, only +not by making people unhappy. That is a very +terrible way, and I hope it will hurt me horribly whenever +I think about it. May I come? Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then she wrote a short note three times and tore +it up; the fourth time she let it stand.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dear Reggie,” she had written. “All that you +said to-night was perfectly true, and a great deal +more that you might have said and didn’t, that was +true as well, and indeed, I am grateful to you, though +I was very angry at the time. I am going back to +my uncle, and I do not expect I shall ever see you +again. But you will know that I think of you most +gratefully and wish you all good luck. Daphne +Fordington.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And I won’t write to Philip at all,” she said, and +that was very hard, for she knew she could have +written such a nice letter to Philip. Then she undressed +and went to bed. It was seven o’clock, and +London was wide awake now.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>In Lady Middleton’s dressing-room London was +very wide awake indeed. She stood facing her husband, +and he, with his hand on the door, was obliged +to stay.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So <span class='it'>you</span> sent that invitation,” she said at last in +piercingly chilly tones. “Who made you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see why,” said her husband a little sulkily, +“you think I had to be <span class='it'>made</span> to—it was only right.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, right!” said Vera, with infinite scorn. “I +should have thought you would have had more sense +than to make that excuse to me.” She repeated the +question. Sir Henry told her, and then wished he +hadn’t; both of these things were a habit with him. +“Do you know that she is a very bad woman?” his +wife asked coldly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I know that she drinks,” he blurted out. Lady +Middleton sat down, she was very tired, and she had +not counted on his knowledge of facts.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why do you wish to disgrace us?” she asked. +“People will want to know why Arthur Field lived +alone, and where she was. The thing will get out. I +shall never be able to hold up my head again. +Daphne and David were bad enough, but this——” +She paused speechless.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’s your own sister,” he threw out feebly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, go to bed!” snapped his wife, “you were +born a fool! At any rate in the future leave things +to me and don’t meddle.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Sir Henry Middleton backed out of the door, he +was very thankful indeed that there was a door. +Vera sat there for a long time, she looked grey +and old. By-and-bye a maid brought her tea. When +she left her, Vera leaned back in the chair and cried. +She was very tired, and it was all so unfortunate, and +there were no societies, for that sort of thing.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“The glad, sad, tranquil, passionate human heart.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>William Watson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Of course Katherine was startled and at first almost +angry at her friend’s decision. It is so difficult not +to be angry when one is startled, but it was her custom +always to take the common-sense version.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The work was telling on Daphne, Overham had +always suited her, and it was very, very much better +for Philip. Daphne had been making things very +hard for Philip. Katherine had spoken to her quite +frankly about it. “I do not care for Philip,” she said, +“as I thought I did, but I do not like to watch him +being played with, I like him a great deal too much +for that.” And Daphne had said, that she wasn’t +playing with him, and that she thought Katherine was +very unkind, and that she was going to evensong. +But even though Katherine took all these things into +consideration, her heart ached at the thought of her +own loneliness. She would be quite cut off from the +rest of the world, only a part of a great machine, and +to be a part of a great machine is very cruel. Then +there was Bert Russell.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The hours off which had been started in the quiet +little A. B. C. had been carried on by the side of the +Thames, and in many city wanderings.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The American knew London better than many who +were born and bred in her. He had explored, visited +and wandered into all unlikely places. At night he +had passed out into the life of the streets, North, +South, East and West, and he had seen and heard +strange and surprising things. To Katherine he +revealed only the fascinating side of them. During +their holiday hours he never attempted to make love +to her, but he had made himself indispensable. +When she looked out into the future, it was he who +made that indescribable difference between a blank +out-look, and a bracing cheerfulness. She did not +consciously count him in, but it had become impossible +for her to count him out. Daphne’s going would +mean that he might become more to her, and +Katherine knew this would not do at all, he was quite +enough to her already. Daphne herself felt leaving +the hospital more than she had thought possible. +She was shutting herself out of a world that has a +fascination greater than its hardships. It is terrible +to give up possibilities, for experience has laid no +dark restraining hand upon their hopefulness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Katherine!” said Daphne their last evening, +“I do not want to say good-bye.” Katherine looked +at her steadily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have not told me yet,” she said, “why you are +going to say it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because,” said Daphne, “I should never have +come here, I should have stayed with my uncle. It +has been a mistake, a beautiful mistake, for I have +been very happy here, but that was not right either, +now I must go back. Oh, why is one always going +back?” Katherine never understood why Daphne +should sorrow over abstract things. She felt herself +so very unhappy at losing her friend, that she could +not argue, nor did she wish to explain.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall—miss you!” she said. So the next +morning Daphne disappeared.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>If she had expected to find Overham changed, +because she had, she was disappointed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Her aunt was managing a Sunday school treat in +the Vicarage field. She kissed Daphne when she +came in (after handing the last bun to the last child) +and told her how many pounds of cake were left over +from the treat. It would keep, she explained, until +next week when there was to be a choir tea. Her +uncle said very little, she thought he was looking a +great deal older, and she was a little disappointed +that he entirely overlooked her spiritual trials. She +had come there to be made good, and for the first few +weeks she expected to see dramatic signs of it, but +she found it very difficult to keep her temper with her +aunt. By-and-bye the first dismal feeling of unwontedness +wore off, there appeared many little things +that she could do, she arranged the flowers, did the +church vases, and ran errands for her aunt. She had +asked her uncle if she might take a district to visit, +but he had evaded her request, and she was too proud +to ask him again. In the autumn he suggested that +she should start an evening club for the village boys, +and she jumped at the opening. At first it was very +hard, they were extremely shy, red and awkward, +and had horribly large hands, but in the course of a +few weeks they grew to like the pleasant parish room +with its wood fire, and tables covered with games, +books and papers, and the sight of “Miss Daphne,” +who was always smiling and willing, and to whom +they gave a surprising deference and affection.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne grew humble, with a keen sense of how +little she was doing to deserve so much.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The club grew and she started a Sunday Bible +Class in connection with it. Her letters to Katherine +grew full of daily difficulties and surprises in her new +work. It <span class='it'>was</span> surprising, and at first very much a +system of working in the dark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One gets,” Daphne wrote, “very disconcerted +about what may be going on in their minds, but, by-and-bye, +one understands that it is more probably +nothing at all, than anything so very terrible. Of +course they are quite inarticulate. If there is anything +they don’t like, they won’t tell you, you have +to feel it in the air, and then suggest to them all the +things it may be until an increase of vacancy in their +faces, tells you that you have found the stumbling +block, and by the time you have found it, it is quite +possible that they may have got so used to it, that +they will object to its departure, and you will have to +bring it back again. You may get angry sometimes, +but you must be good-humoured after it, and you +must always be fair. In all these things one finds +that it is merely character that tells. What you <span class='it'>are</span> +strikes through all that you say, and if you talk +beautifully and it does not come out of your heart, +they don’t listen. It is tremendously good for one +not to be listened to, it makes one so careful what one +says.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Days passed into weeks, and then into months, +until one day Katherine became a staff-nurse, and +Daphne found she had been back in Overham a year.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Routine puts wings to time, and it is really only +events that interfere with the flight of it. Overham +was now, to Daphne, a large and exciting centre of +existence. She had forgotten all about dullness and +grey hairs. She had not, however, forgotten all +about Arthur, nor had the sting of Reggie’s sudden +truthfulness passed out of her life; but these things +she had buried, and though they sometimes called +to her that she had not buried them deep enough, she +put it down to the cry of a girl’s heart for love and +recognition. And after all, the cry and the ache +only came to her sometimes, when she was alone in +the garden on summer nights, or as she struggled +home on autumn evenings when the wind was high, +and the spirit of passing things called out upon her +youth and loneliness. When she felt these moods +she would go and play to her uncle, and he would +watch her a little wistfully.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“And the way to end dreams is to break them,</p> +<p class='line0'>Stand! Walk! Go!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“And to-morrow,” said Katherine, “my holiday +begins.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! Good! Good!” cried the American. The +hot, dry end of another summer found them still in +London, in empty London, when the park seats are +stacked together, and the sun hot in the sky, shows +unrelentingly the deep coating of dust under which +the tired world lies, and the people who don’t go +away grow old before their time.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Only,” said Katherine, looking at the heavy, +crawling waters of the Thames, “I don’t know where +to go! Do you believe,” she said, eyeing her companion +sternly, “in treating people as they deserve?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good Heavens, no!” cried Bert in dismay. “Besides, +how do you know what they deserve?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, it is so easy to make allowances for people,” +said Katherine angrily, “so easy to let things pass, +and be tolerant, that is how people behave toward +wrong! They look away from it, and call it a ‘Pity!’ +It is not fair on those that do right. It is a premium +on sin. I am tired of the doctrine of ease, and a +standard of Blindness. If people were half as casual +about their incomes as they are about their conduct, +they would, most of them, be beggars. But in +questions of right and wrong, we take the ostrich +attitude and make the world a great, vague place of +lost truths and buried treasures. I am sick of cheap +excuses for sin!” Bert looked at her in surprise; +he had never heard her talk before, and he found it +suited her almost as excellently, as her silences and +short replies. He had to pull himself together, as +he had to do more often than ever of late, when +watching her face took the place of listening, to what +she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are trying to think hardly of someone,” he +said, “but I wouldn’t if I were you. You see, we +know so little about each other anyway, and temptation +is such a very real thing. There is never +more than a hair’s breadth of difference between +right and wrong, and sometimes when one gets lifted +off one’s feet by an immense emotion, the ‘oughts’ +drop out. Haven’t you ever known a time when the +‘oughts’ dropped out?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Katherine; “I have done wrong +frequently, but not like that, I have been quite able +not to. I believe one can always help it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Maybe that’s so,” said Bert, “and that makes it +pretty easy for us if it is so, but it doesn’t prove anything +about other people. I guess there are times +for most of us when one almost <span class='it'>can’t</span> help it. When +one sees red or blue as the case may be, and then goes +for it. It is all very well for someone who doesn’t +see it to look shocked, and say one might have gone +somewhere else, but they’re way off. It’s not their +funeral. You’ve lived a very simple life, Miss Linton, +and I don’t mean by simple an easy one. The easy +ones are generally the most complicated, and the hard +ones sometimes pretty straight, but wait till you get +to the cross roads before you make statements, and +when other people take the wrong way, just give ’em +a chance to come back. You see, there isn’t much +virtue in doing right if you haven’t with all your +heart longed to do wrong—and not done it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I could not trust anyone who had committed +certain great sins, wilfully,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well! it wouldn’t be sin, you know, if it wasn’t +wilful,” said Bert, smiling; “besides, what do you +mean by great, and what do you mean by trust?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, you do quibble,” exclaimed the girl impatiently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, no!” said Bert; “words have such loose +meanings, I wanted to be quite sure. You see what +you might call a great sin someone else might think +a poor kind of a mistake, and trust——! Well +‘trust’ means any amount of things. There are men +one could trust with one’s money, but not with a little +tale, and there are some one could trust with all one’s +little tales, but not with half-a-crown.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I couldn’t trust anyone at all unless I could trust +them entirely,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” said Bert +gently, “because human nature is sure to give way +somewhere. Better wait for the Angels.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine had received a letter from her mother +asking her to come and spend her holiday with them, +at a lovely little place on the Thames. Her father +warmly seconded her mother’s invitation. Katherine +looked doubtfully at her companion.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There seems very little to be said for the people +who do right from your point of view,” she said +shortly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They don’t need anything to be said for them,” +Bert replied, smiling. “They can get along without.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall probably spend the next fortnight with my +mother,” said Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All the time with your mother?” Bert pleaded, +holding out his hand.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What’s that for?” Katherine asked, scornfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The address,” said Bert, “I want to see—your +mother.” Katherine gave it to him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come on Sunday, then, if you like,” she said, a +little ungraciously. “It will make no difference.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, I wouldn’t be too sure,” said Bert as she +turned to leave him, “it all depends on what you +mean by difference.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Bert walked to the edge of the embankment and +gazed out over Westminster. It was a view that he +loved, but meant to leave. Deep down in his heart +the call of the hurrying, shouting continent, he called +his home, could be heard very plainly—and of late +very frequently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As he looked at the stately grey towers, and the +slow, small river before him, his eyes saw more clearly +still the great sweep of New York harbour, and the +huge, incongruous, marvellous city rose up out of its +water home, to beckon to him. There were many +tyrants in his city of liberty, but there was the clear, +dry air, the friendly sun, and myriads of his brothers, +a hustling, inconsequential, kindly horde. All going +as fast as they could, with humorous knowledge +of their own speed, towards uncertain gigantic goals +of their own imagining.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He had lived two years in England, and he had +learnt how to hide crude longings, and big dreams, +and just how long afternoon-tea took, and how to +show a dignified friendliness with footmen, and a self-respecting +reverence to little personages. But he was +getting tired of it, sick and weary of the neat little +days, and the carefully drawn little lines. “The +twice-breathed air blew damp.” There was only one +thing, one motive, which had kept him there so long. +The steady-eyed, rather inarticulate girl who had +just left him. Then he began to realize just how he +wanted her to see America. They would go and stay +with his brother for awhile, and then look around for +a little house somewhere quiet near New York. +Maybe they would come back to visit England. He +turned back resolute and inspired. “I guess,” he +said, with a wave of militant Americanism getting the +better of his newly-acquired English manner, “I +guess little old New York is good enough for me!”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXVIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“So when the Angel of the darker Drink,</p> +<p class='line0'>At last shall find you by the river brink,</p> +<p class='line0'>And, offering his cup, invite your soul</p> +<p class='line0'>Forth to your lips to quaff—you shall not shrink!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rubiayat.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Arthur Field rang an electric bell, and as his +wife’s nurse entered the room, he swung round on his +chair, and looked at her. “You may sit down,” he +said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The nurse was a quiet, sensible-looking woman of +thirty, but she was a woman with one enthusiasm, +and that was devoted to her profession in the abstract, +and to the surgeon in particular.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I never trust nurses,” he announced, “they are +usually either professionally or socially incompetent +for their positions, and in the rare cases, where they +neither neglect nor interfere with their patients, they +make difficulties with servants or quarrel with relations. +However, there are exceptions to every rule, +and it would suit me very well if you were to turn out +one of the exceptions.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I, therefore, propose to put you in a position of +trust, though I shall of course keep my eye on you.” +He paused. “I meant to leave town to-morrow with +my wife, but a case has arrived which I must attend +to myself, so that I shall send you and Mrs. Field +on ahead. It is possible I may be detained in town +for some weeks longer. I should prefer that you did +not wear uniform, but accompany Mrs. Field unofficially, +and as her friend. I wish a weekly report +from you, and if any undesirable symptoms should +arise, you may wire. If I should send for my wife, +you would of course bring her here directly. That +is all. Do you understand?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, sir, but I wish we need not leave you,” said +the nurse, with unaccustomed boldness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why?” asked her companion.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have not looked yourself lately, sir.” The +surgeon stared a little, but took no further notice of +her remark.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Here is a cheque for a hundred pounds,” he said; +“you are to keep an account of your expenditure and +let me know if you need more.” He turned back to +his desk again. The nurse hesitated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Good-bye, sir,” she said at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What?” asked the surgeon over his shoulder. +“Ah—good-bye.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The nurse turned away quickly. She did not wish +him to see that her eyes were full of tears. When +he had seen them off, he gave a sigh of relief and +drove to the hospital. He did not feel himself at all, +and the case he intended to devote his time to, +was his own. He began to feel the need of a consultant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>An hour later, bending in absolute absorption over +the operating-table, an intense spasm of pain seized +him, making furrows in his face, and bringing out +strange blue lines about his mouth. He felt furiously +angry, and forced himself with the whole power of +his will, to carry out his task. The assistant, handing +him a sponge, gasped; he had distinctly seen the +great operator’s hand tremble. Arthur Field felt +that intolerable struggle of will and flesh, which comes +fortunately to few of us, and only to the strongest. +The perspiration stood in heavy drops on his forehead. +He seemed swimming through bewildering +seas of faintness and pain; through it all, he saw the +sharp instruments succeeding each other in the hands, +of what seemed to him another man, a man provokingly, +cruelly slow. He felt his legs shake under him, +and the great theatre rose and sank in queer, slanting +lines, above and around him. A voice was crying +in his brain, “Let go! let go! let go!” He was +submerged in a storm of pain at the mercy of an +element he did not understand, an element which +claimed an absolute surrender. The important thing +was to keep the other fellow’s hands steady. It took +several years to put in the last stitch; at the end of +the time the other fellow fell down on the floor, and +someone poured brandy between his teeth, but the +operation was finished, and he knew it would be +successful. A group of students carried the other +fellow out, and put him in a cab. Strangely enough +one of them came with him, and took him to the surgeon’s +own house. Then Arthur Field came to himself, +and knew that he had performed his last +operation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wouldn’t you like to see someone, sir?” the +young man asked him deferentially. “The big men +aren’t all out of town yet; there are——and——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I mean to see Sir Edmund Blake this afternoon,” +said Arthur Field. (He felt it was bitterly +unfair that, after one had surrendered, the enemy +should go on fighting.) “I am obliged to you,” he +added. (If the young man would only go, one might +breathe without the world pressing on one’s chest; +it is impossible for two people to breathe comfortably +in one room.)</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“May I send you one of our nurses, sir?” the young +man questioned him. Arthur bowed suddenly to the +necessity.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Get me one of the hospital staff, if you can,” he +agreed, “one who will know how to hold her tongue. +This is not—my first attack.” The student put on an +expression of forced cheerfulness, (it was this more +than anything else that revealed to the surgeon that +he had joined the ranks—he was a patient now, and +they would all try to deceive him.)</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You need a short rest,” the young man observed, +reassuringly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going to take one,” said the surgeon, a little +grimly. “Good-afternoon.” Then he sent in his +resignation to the hospital.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine, within a few hours of her expected +holiday, was sent for to the Matron’s room. The +Matron gave her a quick, searching glance.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I cannot spare you to-morrow,” she said, “I have +a very responsible and important case to put into your +hands. You have shown yourself to be reliable. I +hope you will continue to be so. You will kindly +report yourself at Mr. Field’s as soon as you can put +your things together.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Am I to nurse for him please, Matron?” +Katherine asked wonderingly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are to nurse—him,” said the Matron. “You +will not, however,” she added, “mention this at +present. Good-afternoon.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine hesitated and then went. After all, why +should she not nurse him? She could find no answer, +and she dared ask no more questions. Curiosity is a +weakness that hospital life is quick to eradicate.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When she reached the surgeon’s, she found him in +his room on the sofa. A few hours had changed him +into a wreck of his former self, he seemed like someone +suddenly grown old. The lines in his face had +deepened into furrows, and his deep set eyes gleamed +from veritable caverns. They seemed, indeed, the +only signs of his old, keen life about him, as he lay +huddled, struggling with short, uncertain breath, upon +his sofa.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He knew her in a moment, but he gave no sign +of recognition. His blue lips murmured an expostulation +when she told him they must get him to bed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was evident to Katherine that he meant to die +as hard as he had lived. She had seen the great +heart specialist before she went into her patient. He +had been (for him) very much upset.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He has been fighting it for two years,” he told +her, “though the mischief must have been latent for +a much longer time. If he had had proper treatment +and perfect rest—but it’s too late now. And he knew +it—he knew it the whole time!” Sir Edmund Blake +had grown almost incoherent in his admiration and +grief. “It is unjustifiable, perfectly unjustifiable—but +it’s magnificent,” he had exclaimed to himself. +Katherine questioned as to the future, and the doctor +froze into a realization that he had been talking more +freely than he liked—to a nurse. “He may get over +this attack,” he said, “but even he cannot get over +the next.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And he may have another?” Katherine ventured.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Any sudden shock—or strain,” said the doctor; +“but you had better go to him, nurse,” and Katherine +went. She began to feel glad that she had come.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine would have been terrified of nursing him +had he not been so ill, as to make action, work off all +her fears. Yet even when he was at his worst, he was +sternly, implacably critical.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Once or twice he made her valuable suggestions, +which she was quick to carry out. Then he smiled, +and she was able to understand about Daphne. A +few days later the worst of his attack was over, he +had insisted upon remaining alive, and his fight had +been apparently successful. He lay in comparative +comfort, watching Katherine as she quickly tidied his +room, giving the finishing touches to some flowers +sent to her from Devonshire.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nurse!” said the patient, sharply.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, sir.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Where did those flowers come from?” Katherine +hesitated.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“From Daphne,” she said finally. Then she +waited, trembling, for the storm. The surgeon said +nothing. Half-an-hour later he called to her again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am getting over this,” he said. “Of course I +may have another—that is why Sir Edmund Blake +wishes you to stay on, but I do not. I wish you to +take a holiday. I shall join my wife to-morrow.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are not fit to travel, sir,” said Katherine; +“please keep me a week longer. I can wait quite well +for my holiday. I should so much prefer——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not questioning your preferences,” said the +surgeon, “I am merely stating my intentions. I +should be glad if you would travel with me to-morrow, +to the place in Surrey where my wife is staying. +Now go!” A spasm of pain shot across his face, and +Katherine, knowing what it meant, left him unwillingly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>After she had gone, he re-read a telegram he had +received. “Unfavourable symptoms have arisen.—Smith.” +He got up and crawled across his room. +It took him half-an-hour to reach a cupboard in the +wall where his things stood, and he fainted four +times. When he reached it, he poured out a +tremendous dose, which he would have considered +murder, to have given to another patient. Its effect +was marvellous, and he reached the sofa again in +comparative comfort. Later in the day he sat up, +and the next morning Katherine, with a sinking heart, +made all preparations for their journey.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It had passed much more easily than she had +imagined. The surgeon looked almost his former +self again; his power of recuperation was wonderful. +Once or twice he took something from a bottle when +her back was turned. For the first time since she had +been with him, he talked to her charmingly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Rosamonde and her friend, Miss Smith, had taken +a lovely house in the Surrey Hills, where many of +their London friends had joined them. Rosamonde +was absolutely happy. Had she not at last all the +appearances, the semblances, the artificialities which +she had always hankered after? She was treated +with deference and admiration, she had her own way, +and her husband was in London. Once or twice +lately she had felt a wave of her old trouble. The +sparkling wine, the gaiety and irresponsibility of her +guests, had pushed her to the brink of a temptation, +but her friend, Miss Smith, kept the key of the cellars, +and watched her glass at dinner-time. By-and-bye +Rosamonde ceased to be on the watch, and became +instead quite convinced that she had won the day. +Nothing disagreeable (she felt quite sure) would ever +happen again—she told Miss Smith so. Rosamonde +showed herself horribly shocked at the tale of a great +lady’s slip in an alcoholic circle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I really can’t understand people doing such +things,” she affirmed. “Drink is so despicable—and +for a woman——” Miss Smith smiled, and sent the +telegram.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XXXIX.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“For I say this is death, and the sole death—</p> +<p class='line0'>When a man’s loss comes to him from his gain,</p> +<p class='line0'>Darkness from light, from knowledge ignorance,</p> +<p class='line0'>And lack of love from love made manifest.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston, Reggie and the twins were +numbered among Rosamonde’s guests.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Vera had taken a house not far from them, and +Rosamonde had invited her to lunch. It was very +hot, and in spite of deck-chairs in the shade, iced +drinks and muslin frocks, life was somewhat of a +burden.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Rosamonde stopped the gardener from rolling the +lawn; she said it made her uncomfortable to see hot +people, and that she didn’t see why they should work +in the summer.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What about the cook?” Lady Cheston suggested. +“It’s always disgustingly hot in the kitchen.” +Rosamonde frowned.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“One doesn’t see one’s cook,” she said, “so of +course it doesn’t matter.” Miss Smith was in the +house, and Rosamonde had some iced champagne. +It was terrible not to be able to take as much as she +wanted, and she began to want it a great deal. She +looked anxiously towards the house, then she gathered +up two bottles and said she must take them in to +poor little Mrs. Ellis, who had a shocking headache; +did Lady Cheston know that champagne was awfully +good for headaches?</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston had barely time to scream after her, +that she knew it was good for <span class='it'>givin’</span> headaches, before +she reached the house. She went swiftly upstairs to +her room and locked the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>An hour later Miss Smith heard the sound of a fall +in Rosamonde’s room; she hurried upstairs to find +the door locked, but she was a woman of resources, +and kept a duplicate key. When she went into the +room, she saw—what she expected to see, and put It +to bed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was nearly time to meet Mr. Field’s train. No +one but herself knew of his arrival. So she locked +the door after her, leaving a message with the servants +that Mrs. Field had a headache and must on no +account be disturbed. Then she met the train.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When Arthur saw her face on the platform, a queer +smile came to his lips. “Nurse,” he said, turning to +Katherine, “I may need you another week after all. +Do you mind?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, sir, I meant to stay if you would let me,” +Katherine answered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Miss Smith was shocked at the sight of him, and +she hated Katherine, but she made haste to call a +cab. “I didn’t know you had been ill, sir,” she +explained, “or I would have brought a carriage. It +is only a short walk from here, perhaps the nurse——” +she left the sentence unfinished.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, you may walk, nurse,” said Mr. Field. When +they were alone in the cab, Miss Smith told him her +little story. He listened to it calmly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The duplicate key,” he remarked, when she had +finished, “was a distinct gain.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I fear you may think me careless, sir——” the +nurse broke out, with tears in her eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then, I should have said so,” Arthur replied. +Miss Smith was silent. “By-the-bye,” Arthur said +carelessly, “my wife’s friends do not usually address +me as ‘Sir.’ ” As they reached the drive, Arthur +looked at his watch. “She must be down to dinner; +how many hours have we got?” he asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Four, sir—Mr. Field, I mean!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will rest for two hours,” said Arthur, “then I will +come to her.” Miss Smith gazed at him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you—do you require another nurse, sir?” she +asked pleadingly, “I could look after you.” The surgeon +shot a quick glance at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My wife’s friends do not nurse me as a rule,” he +said, with a smile, “I think it would scarcely do. +Besides, you have your hands full already.” Miss +Smith’s face clouded, she did not like what was in her +hands. Then she remembered that she did the +housekeeping. At any rate she could give Katherine +an uncomfortable room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Houses, like people, seem to have their hours of +tension. In certain rooms there is a secret emotion +of disaster, which communicates itself to the very +furniture, till, on entering, one might accuse them of +being haunted by anticipation. The garden under +the Surrey Hills seemed a victim to a kindred feeling. +The slow, drowsy hours between tea and dinner had +about them an under-current of suspense; even Lady +Cheston assured her companion on the lawn that it +was an uncomfortable afternoon. Her friend suggested +thunder, and they watched a cloud-bank rise +up over the hills and prophesied a storm. At six +o’clock the surgeon went to his wife’s room, he found +Miss Smith with her. Rosamonde was awake but +still stupid; she gazed at him in sulky discomfort +until Miss Smith left them alone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now Rosamonde,” he said, “you are quite sensible +enough to know that you must come down to +dinner to-night. But before then we must try to +make you sensible enough to do it. Have I got your +attention?” There was something in his eyes and +voice, a repressed emotion that was so deeply +guarded, and had about it such an immense restraint, +that even his wife was partially aroused by it. She +began to cry weakly; and he waited with his eyes +fixed on her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then she became too frightened even to cry. +“Yes, I hear you,” she muttered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I spoke to you of punishment,” he said, “but we +will postpone that until to-morrow. Rosamonde, look +at me!” The words shot out with so sudden a force, +that she started up abruptly, only to sink back again +in her seat with her eyes drawn to his, in ineffectual +combat. He rose slowly, and painfully, and walked +across to her. “Shut your eyes,” he said. She shut +them. With the tips of his fingers on her forehead, +and his head bent a little towards her face, he began +to speak. “You will get up in half-an-hour,” he said, +“your natural self. You will be a little tired, a little +stupid, that is unavoidable, but you will be sober, quite +sober. Do you hear?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Quite sober,” said Rosamonde instantly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You will be able to walk straight, and to talk +distinctly, quite distinctly. Do you understand?” +There was a moment’s pause. The word was a difficult +one, but it came at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall be able to talk—quite distinctly,” she said +with perceptible effort.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Say that again,” said the surgeon. She repeated +it with less effort. “Now walk across the room +steadily,” he said, and stepped aside. She stood up, +and with her eyes still shut, walked erect, and gracefully +to the window. Then she stopped and reeled +as if she would fall. He kept his eyes on her without +moving. “Now come back and sit down,” he +said. Rosamonde obeyed. He gave what might +have been a sigh of relief, and sat down near her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Whom, after all, do men marry behind the pretty +masks they are drawn to? One leaps a gulf with an +enigma, and never can recross, but in time one reads +the enigma. Arthur had read her very soon indeed, +but it had made no difference; bit by bit she had +destroyed his life.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You may open your eyes now,” he said at last. +She looked at him angrily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t know what you are doing <span class='it'>here</span>?” she said, +as if he had only just entered the room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I appear to be sitting in amicable conversation +with my wife,” said the surgeon in sudden bitterness. +He wondered if any man had ever hated a woman +quite as he hated her, and she was his wife. Rosamonde +blushed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh!” she said, “I did want to be—what I used +to be—like that picture.” She stopped, afraid of his +stern eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” he said, with raised eyebrows, “and what +has prevented it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You don’t care enough,” said Rosamonde. The +surgeon said nothing, for he knew that it was true. +He was stronger than his wife, but he was not +stronger than her peculiar and terrible curse, because +the one thing that would have made him so was +lacking. He could, indeed, break her will, but to +cure her he would have had to win her heart. For +Love is the only saviour of the world. Without +speaking he turned and left her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He found Miss Smith outside the door. They +exchanged a long, strange glance; at that moment +he and the nurse understood each other as they had +never done before, and ignored their understanding.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Give her a cold bath,” he said, “and plenty of +black coffee, and be in the drawing-room by a quarter +to eight. It is now seven—do you understand?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! yes, sir,” said Miss Smith—she followed the +surgeon’s figure with a smile—then she went into +Rosamonde.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XL.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“No! at noon-day, in the bustle of man’s work time,</p> +<p class='line0'>Greet the unseen with a cheer! Bid him forward, breast and back as either should be!</p> +<p class='line0'>Strive and thrive! Cry! speed! fight on! fare ever <span class='it'>there</span> as <span class='it'>here</span>!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>The night was dark, and the dinner-table gleamed +with light and silver. Long sprays of autumn leaves +covered the white cloth, and large pots of early +chrysanthemums stood about the room. Katherine, +glancing over the faces of the guests, felt an unreasoning +anger at their beautiful costumes and easy +laughter. The hour she had just spent face to face +with her patient’s agony seemed the only reality; the +dream (which almost made her rub her eyes) was +their host’s face. Arthur Field had rarely looked +more handsome as he glanced across the table at his +wife, or flashed keen wit and two-edged compliments +at Lady Cheston, sitting at his right hand. Katherine +could only rest on the truest of all platitudes, the +exceeding strangeness of Truth.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Rosamonde looked flushed and a little stupid. +Reggie had frequently to repeat his remarks twice +before she understood them. She kept up little bursts +of nervous laughter, that made Miss Smith wish to +choke her. It was impossible to tell what Arthur +Field wished.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now you’re here, Mr. Field,” Lady Cheston began +in a voluble aside, “do tell us what Miss Linton’s +doing, and why that woman, who looks like a poached +egg on a rasher of bacon, should manage things for +your wife?” Mr. Field glanced down the table at +Miss Smith. She certainly looked better in uniform. +Her hair, uncapped, was very yellow, and her face, +without a dark background, very red.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Linton,” he explained, “came here for a +holiday; she’s a nurse, you know, in my hospital. I +brought her here. She is a nice girl.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! all girls are nice!” chuckled Lady Cheston, +“and all rice puddings are healthy, but I prefer ’em in +the nursery.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“As for Miss Smith,” said her host, ignoring her +interruption, “she is perhaps not what one could call +a girl, but she is certainly a treasure.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“In that case,” said Lady Cheston, “pray bury her—or +send for Captain Kidd!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lilian Courteny, who was on Arthur’s other side, +leaned forward. She was a beautiful woman still, in +spite of that inexplicable, hard barrier of an unhappy +marriage which was written in her eyes, and in the +guarded watchfulness of her proud head. Arthur +Field, looking at her, felt that she expected to be +made to wince. He had seen the same look in +the faces of children with cruel mothers; if you spoke +suddenly to them, they put up their hands to protect +themselves. Lilian Courtney merely raised her eyebrows +and tried to smile, but it gave one the same +effect.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you believe in treasures, Mr. Field,” she +asked. “I always thought doctors and nurses got a +little farther than that.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How far,” questioned Arthur, “did you think we +got?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Far enough,” she said, deepening her little smile, +“to know that treasures grow best in a fool’s +paradise.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah,” said the surgeon, “I am not so sure that the +only paradise belongs to fools; if so, one certainly +does well to lose it, yet I am inclined to believe that in +becoming more or less wise, one regains the paradise +without reassuming the folly.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And how can you regain it?” Lilian asked lightly. +Rosamonde’s nervous giggle sounded along the table. +Lilian watched him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“The old way, I suppose,” he said slowly; “we go +through the world—and die.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! but I don’t want to die,” broke in Lady +Cheston quickly. “I want, I want—something quite +different from that!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you’re still in the Fool’s Paradise,” said +Arthur, “depending upon the unexpected to be +favourable.” Rosamonde’s laugh grew too loud, +Lilian stared a little. Miss Smith moved uneasily +in her chair. Then the surgeon rose to his feet. +Katherine’s lips parted; she, too, half-rose from her +chair; she noticed the peculiar swaying motion he +had when he stood erect; but no one saw her, they +were all looking at him. Standing, with his glass in +his hand, he made them a little speech. He welcomed +them in his wife’s name, and in his own, telling them +that although the pleasure of their friendship, was for +him in anticipation, he felt sure that in this case the +reality would be pleasanter still. He told them that +his long bachelorhood, owing to his wife’s ill-health, +he believed, had positively ended, and he congratulated +himself on their all being there to celebrate +the event. Then, in terms which afterwards, his +guests unanimously agreed, were simply touching, he +asked them to drink to Rosamonde’s health and their +future acquaintanceship.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine watched him breathlessly. His eyes +shone exultantly, in a kind of savage mastery over his +physical weakness. Someone rose opposite to him, +and replied courteously and heartily. There was a +general tilting up of glasses, and the toast was drunk. +Arthur Field leaned forward a little to return thanks. +His lips moved, but no words came. Silence fell +over the party like a pall. How long it lasted no +one could tell. A grey pallor spread over the surgeon’s +face, his hand shook, the glass slipped out +of it on to the floor with a crash, and, with a long, +sighing groan, he fell forward on his face. In an +instant Katherine was beside him. The guests’ +attention was called off by Rosamonde—she broke +into shriek after shriek of hysterical laughter; Miss +Smith went over to her, and shook her. Lady +Cheston said, “Well! I never!” There seemed +nothing else to say.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie suggested that they should all go into the +drawing-room. He and the man who had made the +nice little speech carried the surgeon upstairs. +When Reggie came down to get some more brandy +for Katherine, he found Miss Smith still shaking +Rosamonde in the dining-room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Hadn’t you better take her to her room?” he +asked. Miss Smith glared at him, and he hurried +away on his errand. After he had gone Miss Smith +took Rosamonde by the shoulders, and pushed her, +before her, upstairs, and into her room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Rosamonde fell asleep on her bed, while Miss Smith +was undressing her. Lilian Courtney went out into +the garden wondering if Arthur Field had regained +his Paradise.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Lady Cheston talked a great deal to everybody +about the way poor, dear Lord Cheston, who was +always eating the wrong things, went off in an +apoplectic fit, and her companions listened respectfully, +awed by her experience with the unseen; +certainly Lord Cheston had died, but they had never +fully realized it before. Then a bustling young +country doctor who had been called in, came downstairs +to say that though undoubtedly Mr. Field was +in a serious way, there was no immediate danger, and +that his patient had particularly begged him to ask +everybody to remain, as he hoped to be about again +soon.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I may say, on my own authority,” said the little +doctor, with great importance, “that in <span class='it'>my</span> opinion, +I greatly fear my esteemed colleague is not correct +in his last statement.” A buzz of talk started up +after his departure, which was interrupted by Reggie +stating lazily that he had lit everybody’s candles, and +that they would probably all go out soon.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The guests went upstairs on tiptoe, and possibly, +for the first time in their lives, noticed that silk skirts +are noisy. After all there was no thunderstorm—the +clouds had moved on elsewhere. The big harvest +moon swung high, and clear over the trees, and rays +of moonlight crept through the blind into the surgeon’s +room. Katherine, sitting by his bed-side, +thought it was already morning; the night was very +long.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nurse!” said the voice from the bed. The girl +turned towards him startled. He beckoned to her to +come nearer.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! but you mustn’t talk!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That means I shall not have much longer to talk,” +he said slowly; “I know that quite well. All the +more reason, to my mind, to express myself fully. +I have not more than a day or two to live.” Katherine +put her fingers on his pulse; it was intermittent and +very feeble. “A thread with knots,” he explained, +still smiling; “we shall come by-and-bye to a knot +that won’t come undone. I have always felt badly +at losing a case. It’s a thing one can’t get used to. +Death interferes with skill, and won’t explain. +When one is puzzling out a sum he rubs it off +the slate like a child in a temper, ‘I can’t do it, and +you sha’n’t.’ ” There were pauses between his words. +He seemed like a swimmer coming through the surf—he +had to dive each wave as it came, or he would be +carried off his feet, before the breath came. He was +being beaten to exhaustion, but he was a strong +swimmer. “Have you ever thought,” he went on, +“how arbitrary nature is? Idiot children are always +very strong; they can’t reason, but they can do harm. +Nature is like that; she cuts through a law by a +catastrophe, and claps her hands at the débris. One +can clap too, only in this case, I am the débris.” He +stopped exhausted, and she gave him a stimulant by +his side. “We have learned to make compromises,” +he said, as she put the glass down, “this will float the +débris a little longer.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! don’t talk like that!” said Katherine, feeling +an immense pity, and an immense weakness rush over +her. “Indeed, indeed there is a reason! a destination! +a completion of things! If your powers leave +this world it is because there is a fuller, richer channel +for them in some other world. There is no waste, +no loss.” She saw, with passionate terror in her eyes, +that he could not follow her. He saw that she was +troubled, and he made an effort to understand, but the +words were beyond his attenuated powers of sense; +he could only shake his head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“All right,” he said, after a little, “don’t worry—that +was a good thought of yours about the duplicate +key.” But consciousness in him was too strong a +force to be left in abeyance; a moment more and it +flashed out again. She saw a new look come into his +eyes—a look she had never even dreamed of; it was +so infinitely gentle, as if his sight enclosed some picture +too fragile to risk a fall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is it?” Katherine asked him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re very good,” he whispered, “but I want—Daphne,” +and his eyes closed to shut out the +difference. When he opened them again he looked +at her coldly. “You need not sit up, nurse,” he said, +in usual tones. “I have everything I need.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>She leaned over him. “To-morrow,” she said, +“Daphne goes to stay with Lady Middleton. I heard +from her to-day. I will send over for her to come +here. You would like to see her.” He gazed fixedly +in front of him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am—obliged,” he said at last. “You are very +thoughtful.” Katherine felt the tears rush to her +eyes, and to avoid his seeing them turned to pull a +curtain straight; but she need not have done so, for +Arthur Field would not have seen her. His own eyes +were full of tears—tears that had never fallen over a +grief that had never died.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nurse,” he said, after a moment. She stood +beside him again with the little glass, but he pushed +it from him, “don’t be cheated,” he said, looking at +her with piercing eyes, “some things are pretty good, +but they don’t satisfy, and some things are pretty +terrible to face, but they are worth the facing. I can +see such a lot now only—it’s too late!” Katherine +knelt by him, and laid her hand on his.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No! no! no!” she said, “you leave out God.” +He lay watching her grieved, earnest eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So He won’t let go?” he said, smiling. “Well, +then—if He’s there—I’ll go to Him, and if He isn’t—I’ll +just rest!” He closed his eyes, and presently +as she watched him, she saw that he was asleep.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then, in a flash, her old thoughts became new to +her. She felt a passionate hope and pain, that +changed her from a good woman into an infinite +being; immortality, which had been her faith, became +a certainty. Her life rose from its narrow, outward +landmarks, into a thing of eternity, a spark of that +which neither knows death, nor accepts it. It seemed +in that instant of time, as if she had passed scatheless +through a fire, had leapt into some strong, unbroken +circle of life in whose centre, was the very +source of it all. A fire which indeed consumed, +until nothing was left, but the answering spark of +Life and Light, unhindered and unfettered utterly. +“I will not be cheated,” she cried in her heart. “The +perishable perishes simply to show the Imperishable +its invincible, unutterable Triumph.” Her thoughts +swept over her past life, catching up memories, hopes, +ambitions, as if to hurry with them into the warmth +and shelter that had mastered every fear, she had ever +known or feared to know. She grew radiant over +this new wonder, and longed, as the human soul must +long, for the soul she loved best to grow radiant too. +Then she ceased to think of things in the abstract, +and the face of the man she did not wish to believe +she loved, by turns entreated and compelled her to +answer, not as she might have answered before the +change of a moment had illuminated her life, but +with the eternal answer of the heart that sees beyond. +“I love—not because you are—but because God is. +I am Love’s answer to you, your eternal counterpart, +which claims us Children of God, who are not afraid +to enter into His Courts with the Light of Him in +our faces, and the Love of Him in our hearts.” So +Death and Love together seemed equal pledges to +Katherine of other worlds; and duty (by which she +had lived before) was a word she had forgotten, she +turned quickly to do all she could for Arthur, but not +because she ought—ought had lost itself in the +privilege of service. The shaded lamp burned low, +and the growing outlines of things by the window told +her the night was over.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The surgeon’s pulse beat very feebly now, his +nostrils worked painfully, and his lips were blue. +The curious sharpness of feature that the approach +of Death reveals showed in his face. She wondered +if his spirit could wait till Daphne came. She heard +a faint tap at the door, and crept noiselessly to answer +it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The increasing light showed, to her astonishment, +Miss Smith. “You cannot come in,” said Katherine, +“he is asleep.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I will come in!” hissed the other nurse, “get out +of my way!” Katherine gazed at her in surprise, +but she was strong, and firmly barred the way +against the intruder. “You cannot possibly come +in,” she repeated, “and if you do not go away, he will +wake, and it will kill him!” Miss Smith’s glare at +her was of something rendered too furious for reason, +then, with a sudden, miserable sense of impotence, +the poor woman began to shake with sobs. +Katherine very gently closed the door and locked it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What is it?” said her patient quite composedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Smith, sir, to ask how you were.” The surgeon +looked annoyed, then his face lightened.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let her come in,” he said, “but don’t go away.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall certainly not do that, sir,” said Katherine +quickly. She obeyed him unwillingly. Miss Smith +hung back at first and came in frightened. She was +not placed more at her ease by the surgeon’s sharp, +cold glance at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Come nearer,” he said. “It is very tiresome to +have to shout—when one is—dying!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, sir—Mr. Field, I mean—you aren’t! I can’t +bear it!” Miss Smith murmured desperately.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You are not asked to,” said the surgeon quietly, +“at present. I have sent for you because you are +the only person who has ever understood—my wife. +I have tried to cure her, that is why I am here. I +should like to feel that it has not been quite useless. +Will you help her? I have settled most of my money +on her, on the condition that she places herself under +your orders—or some substitute to be chosen by Miss +Linton. If, in ten years’ time she is not a complete +cure, her income will be very much limited, and you +will be freed from the care of her, the rest of my +money will then go to the hospital, except that you or +your substitute shall have a small income for life. +Choose?” He closed his eyes and Katherine held +the glass to his lips; he struggled to swallow it, and, +after a moment’s terrible tension, he rallied. Miss +Smith, who had started forward, made up her mind.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Linton need not look for a substitute, sir!” +she cried, “I will stay with your wife until I die, or +she dies—so help me, God.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I daresay He will,” murmured the surgeon with +an amused look. “If He exists. He certainly ought +to—if He can!” Katherine opened the door and +Miss Smith, with her heart full of anger and pain, +looked passionately and unavailingly at the man who +held her in obedience, even at the door of death. +Then, seeing that for the moment he had left consciousness +behind him, she tossed her head at her +enemy and ran to her own room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine, closing the door again, took up a new +wonder. She had seen a small soul in a great +moment, but the moment had not been great enough +to enlarge the soul. “It takes more to redeem a +soul,” she remembered hearing. She imagined, as +she thought of Miss Smith, that it would take a great +deal more.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Simplify, simplify.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Thoreau.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“She was certainly dreadfully upset,” said Mrs. Ellis. +“That laughter was terrible! I always thought there +was something a little weak about dear Mrs. Field (I +hope you don’t mind my saying so, Lilian, though she +<span class='it'>is</span> your aunt). Doctors so often marry hysterical +women.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“So many women are hysterical,” said Lilian +Courtney quietly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well,” said Lady Cheston (who had been really +upset by last night’s scene and did not like to be +reminded of it), “here’s another drowning accident +in the paper this morning; everybody gets drowned +this time of the year, and when one thinks of the +bathing-dresses some of us wear, I don’t wonder! I +always tell Reggie I’ll wait to go in bathin’ till I get +to the Dead Sea—where one can’t sink, you know.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“But you can’t bathe there either, I believe,” put +in Mrs. Ellis doubtfully. Lady Cheston never made +efforts to talk to other women; it was a waste of time +and ammunition; besides, she had expected a letter +from David, so she merely tossed a Bradshaw to the +twins. Everybody felt uncomfortable, and the twins +looked up an afternoon train.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I can’t bear being in a house where people die!” +remarked an intense young lady in green. She had +published a volume of poems at her father’s expense. +“It makes one feel inexpressible things!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, don’t express them then!” said Lady +Cheston shortly. She hated to think about Death, +more than she disliked a poor relation. One could +say “no” to a poor relation.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The intense girl had two very pink spots on her +cheeks, and she ostentatiously took up a beautifully +bound little book called “Heart-throbs.” It was +written by a friend of hers whom she called the +“Master.” The margins were three inches wide and +the poems were remarkably short; but then, as Miss +Ingleside would have told you, it was their strength +that shook your soul—one, in fact, needed the margin. +Mrs. Ellis, who could never restrain what was uppermost +in her mind, and whose mind only contained the +uppermost, broke forth again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is so specially sad about their being re-united +again, and all that, and everybody could see how he +adored her!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because he made her a speech?” suggested +Lilian lazily, “or because they had lived so long +apart?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! both!” said Mrs. Ellis a little doubtfully. +“Though I never knew Mrs. Field until recently; of +course, it all seems very strange.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Rosamonde was my mother’s younger sister,” said +Lilian clearly to the now-listening room. “And she +married a poor country doctor; no one knew that he +was going to get on, and in fact the Dormays had +nothing more to do with either of them. Rosamonde +was never very strong, and soon after her marriage +she grew queer and hysterical, and had to live away +somewhere with a nurse. No one knew Mr. Field +as a married man, when he came to London, and he +was certainly not the person to take the world into +his confidence, about his private affairs, besides, he +was too busy. When he got on, my mother met him +again—one does meet people when they get on, you +know. He was always very uncommunicative, and +she knew nothing further about Rosamonde until Mr. +Field had practically cured her, and brought her home +again. There isn’t any real mystery, you see.” +Lilian repeated the story as if it were a lesson she had +had to learn by heart. Everybody listened breathlessly, +and believed as much of it as went with, what +they had already thought out, for themselves.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“How romantic!” murmured little Mrs. Ellis. +Lady Cheston put down her paper and snorted she +did not believe a word of it, but before she had time +to question Lilian, Rosamonde herself came into the +room looking almost plain. The ladies all floated +up to her with low voices and detached kindlinesses. +They made her feel that it was wonderful how brave +she was after all she had suffered, and when she was +comfortably settled with several unnecessary shawls +and cushions—and Miss Ingleside’s smelling-salts, +without which (she explained) she never moved—they +all began to explain how they had to go away, and +how dreadful it was to leave her just at this time, but +all of them hoped she’d write. They should be +waiting so anxiously for news of dear Mr. Field! +There was a splendid train at five something, when +it would be cool enough to travel, and could they send +her anything down from town? Miss Ingleside +implored her to try a Faith Healer, a great friend +of hers who had effected the most marvellous cures +by praying over tumours, positively prevented loads +of operations, that would inevitably have proved fatal +if they had been performed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Perhaps you have heard of her?” she concluded, +“Lucia Lovington—she has <span class='it'>such</span> a soul.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And such a waist too,” murmured Lilian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! you know her?” Miss Ingleside asked her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Not her soul,” said Lilian gently, “only her +figure!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Rosamonde hastened to exclaim that it was awfully +sweet of her. “But you see,” she exclaimed, “Arthur +is a surgeon and doctors never like Faith Healers, +they are inclined to call them the New Disease; not +that Arthur is at all bitter about them, on the contrary, +I have heard him say that if they had a healthy +faith and knew the first elements of logic they would +do very well. Still, I don’t quite think,” Rosamonde +concluded, “that he would like to see one at present.” +Lilian got up and strolled out into the garden. Later, +Reggie told her that Daphne was coming to Lady +Middleton’s and that he was going to drive over for +her that afternoon and bring her back with him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Miss Linton is very tired,” he explained, “she has +been up some nights before they came here, and +Daphne is quite competent to help her.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! quite <span class='it'>competent</span> I should think,” assented +Lilian.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie felt a little uncomfortable, he couldn’t quite +tell why. He liked Lilian “awfully” as he phrased +it before her marriage, and he did still, but somehow +she was not so easy to talk to. He thought it was +one of the jolliest days he had ever known, and then +reproached himself bitterly for having forgotten the +surgeon. In a few hours he would be with Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>As he drove off he was watched by two people, +Katherine from the surgeon’s window, and Lilian on +the lawn. When the dog-cart disappeared, Lilian +looked up at Katherine, and something passed between +them, intimate, mutual and compassionate. +They barely knew each other to speak to, but +Katherine knew the outlines of Lilian’s story, and +they both knew Daphne’s, and both of them were +very much afraid for Reggie.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Duty makes us do things well,</p> +<p class='line0'>But Love makes us do them beautifully.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Philipps Brookes.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course,” said Mrs. Fordington, “you will do +what you like, my dear. You always have done and +I shall never interfere. The Bible-Class tea must be +put off, but when one has to deal with unmethodical +people one must expect changes. Fortunately, +Dorket is always nice about orders for food, she +will hold it over until you come back.” Mrs. Fordington +paused, and in the pause Daphne vaguely +pictured the stout lady of the village in her kindly +attitude of “holding over” the food. “Before you +go,” her aunt continued, “I hope you will spare time +to put some autumn leaves into my bonnet. I +thought of cherries, but cherries look better in June. +Don’t you think so, Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think they look better in the orchard,” said +Daphne absent-mindedly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not referring to trees,” said her aunt rather +sharply. “I wish you would listen, Daphne, I was +talking about hats.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! <span class='it'>hats!</span>” said Daphne, with a cheerful smile.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“If you are in town,” her aunt went on, “you might +have a look at the autumn fashions. I want something +that will look smart without being worldly; do +you know what I mean, Daphne?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dear me, yes,” exclaimed her niece now, +thoroughly roused. “At about five guineas—with +frills.” And she looked out of the window for her +uncle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, don’t buy anything out-and-out, but look +around you, and let me know,” said her aunt; “and I +want a new penny reading-book as well, something +brighter than a tract but with a deep meaning.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Amusing without being immoral?” Daphne suggested.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Daphne! immoral!” cried her aunt, “of +course not, it’s for the ‘Mothers.’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It would certainly be easier to find something +immoral without being funny,” said Daphne, “for +the daughters!” Fortunately her aunt was not +listening.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Here is your uncle,” she said, “walking across the +wet grass, and mark my words, he will try to come +in without wiping his feet.” It was only too true, and +his wife’s agonized shriek of “Wilfred, your boots,” +only brought him to his senses just in time. “You +had better change them,” said his wife, “and your +socks.” Daphne went into his study and awaited his +return.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>When he came down she handed him Vera’s +invitation. She hoped that he would tell her not to +go. She wanted to go, just enough to feel that it +would be a pleasant sacrifice not to, and she would +have immensely liked to make a sacrifice. Her uncle +handed her back the note.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think you had better go, dear,” he said; “you +need a change, and besides, it is only kind not to +refuse her request.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see how I can leave my work,” Daphne +began.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then I am quite sure it is time for you to go,” +said her uncle, smiling, “and don’t come back till you +wonder how you can return to it.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are we always to distrust our feelings then?” she +asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, certainly not,” said the Vicar, “but we mustn’t +act on them unless we have something else to back +them. They are good company but blind guides, you +know, and as you have such a large stock of them, +Daphne, some of them must conflict. It would do +you no harm to make a few reductions.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall have to face temptation!” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is in this study,” said her uncle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! I have not told you everything!” Daphne +confessed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Tell no one <span class='it'>everything</span>, my child!” said her +uncle, “and do not tell many people anything. I +have always noticed that young people are +dangerously fond of the verb ‘to tell.’ When you +reach my age you will have learned to put a negative +before many of these vigorous intentions. Confidences +make secrets, and secrets make mischief.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! but one must trust people!” cried Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“By all means,” said her uncle, “<span class='it'>have</span> as much +confidence as you like in people, but don’t <span class='it'>make</span> confidences +<span class='it'>to</span> people, that is quite a different thing.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you wish me to go?” she protested. His +eyes twinkled at her feminine leap.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall miss you very much, dear child,” he said +quietly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Daphne went over to him, and her eyes filled with +tears. “Oh,” she said, “I don’t want to leave you!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then it seems as if we were both doing right,” +said her uncle.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Fordington had hoped the Vicar would come +down to her; she felt vaguely aggrieved about her +husband. “Wilfred,” she often told people, “was as +close as a fish about some things.” She was quite +willing for Daphne to go, only she would have liked +to talk over the objections. She never let anything +happen without talking over the objections; it was +what she called “having a thing out,” and the study +door was shut. Mrs. Fordington had learned soon +after her marriage what that meant, though the Vicar’s +courteous “What may I do for you, dear?” was as +far as from turning her out as possible, yet that was +what it had effected. She remembered that in their +early married days she had felt it her duty to sound his +faith, and walking boldly into his study, had poured +forth her views to him on Hell and everlasting +punishment; when she had finished, he had said to +her very gently that she might believe exactly what +she chose, he would never interfere with it, he would +not even contradict her as to her statement about the +Andersons, but she must never, under any circumstances, +teach these doctrines in his parish.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What, Wilfred,” she had cried, “don’t you even +believe that those backbiting Dissenters <span class='it'>must</span> go to +Hell?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I feel quite sure,” her husband had replied, “that +there will be no backbiting nor dissent in Heaven; +but I very much hope the Andersons will be there, +with their generosity and their kind hearts.” His +wife had got up in despair.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Wilfred,” she had said, “this is terrible! We +have nothing in common about Hell.” The Vicar +had bowed his head and she had left him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Suddenly she saw the gardener sitting, actually +sitting with clasped hands upon his wheelbarrow; she +went out into the garden and drew his attention with +severe emphasis to some neglected weeds. In doing +this she scolded both her husband and Daphne, and +could go and make the tea with unruffled feelings. +Mrs. Fordington did not believe in sending scapegoats +out into the wilderness, she liked them within +easy reach. Two days after Daphne travelled to +Lady Middleton’s, missing, by a post, a letter from +Katherine about Arthur Field.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLIII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“And woman’s slander is the worst!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Tennyson.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Vera agreed with the world at large that Tit-for-Tat +is the ruling Principle, but she went on a step beyond +in her ethics, in her ability to keep “Tat” for the +appropriate moment. She lay on the sofa with a +French novel and awaited Daphne’s arrival. She +could see the carriage-drive from where she lay, and +when she saw Reggie drive up, she closed her novel; +it was not one she would quite like Reggie to see her +read. When he was announced she held out her hand +languidly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear Reggie,” she said, “this is really very +nice of you. I have wanted to hear for ages how you +liked your prospective stepfather?” Reggie took a +moment selecting the most comfortable chair he could +find. Then he turned his pleasantest and blankest +expression to Lady Middleton.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why,” he said, “I haven’t been introduced to him +yet. Is he a friend of yours?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then you have not come to tell me about him?” +she said with disappointment. She had not quite +courage enough to break the news to him herself, +but, of course, if he insisted on knowing he could not +blame her. To her surprise he dropped the subject +and briefly announced his purpose. Vera rose to her +feet and then sank back again on to the cushions.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Daphne,” she repeated, “Daphne! You have +come to fetch Daphne to nurse Arthur Field?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Reggie, “I have.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“This,” said Vera dramatically, “is terrible!” She +watched Reggie beneath her eyelashes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is very sad, isn’t it?” said he. He was +absolutely unimpressed. She turned to him gravely +and quietly:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Reggie,” she said, “I don’t quite know what to +do. What you have just told me has put me into a +most difficult position. You have always been a +friend of the family, and I must have some +advice——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Your husband?” Reggie interrupted her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is in London,” said Vera quickly, “Daphne is a +motherless girl. I did not come to her in time. Oh! +if it had been a few months earlier—I might have +helped the poor child, I might have saved her!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you mean, Lady Middleton?” Reggie +asked her sternly. Vera shuddered.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is dreadful—dreadful to have to tell you!” she +said. “I do not know how she first got to know +Arthur Field, but she fell desperately in love with +him before she knew that he was already married. +I was shocked and terrified when I discovered the +state of things, and felt it my duty to tell her the +whole story immediately. I told her—two weeks too +late!” Reggie got up and went to the window. He +heard the sound of wheels coming from the station +road. Vera looked at her watch, she had at least ten +minutes. “I broke off the affair at once,” she went +on, “and for the girl’s sake kept it entirely quiet. I +never even told her father. I blame myself for that +now.” The wheels passed the gate. There was a +girl and a man in the dog-cart laughing. Vera sighed +deeply. “I urged her engagement to David, although +in many ways I felt he was unsuitable. I was afraid +to break off completely with Arthur Field; he is a +dangerous man, and for the girl’s sake I had to be +careful. He came to me at Overham, and I believed +she struggled against his power over her—but I had +to send him away. Then she went to his hospital +and I gave her up. I had done all I could for her. +Rosamonde’s return did, indeed, give me fresh hope, +and as Arthur Field was not here I asked her to come +to me again, but if she goes to him now, what am I +to do? Is it not my duty to hush up this affair? +No one will believe in the nursing story, and Daphne +will not know that he ever sent for her? You are +sure he is dying?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Quite sure,” said Reggie. The sound of wheels +came near again, and Vera saw that her ten minutes +were over.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Let us say nothing at all about it?” she pleaded.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I think I must give my message to Miss Fordington,” +said Reggie steadily. The trap drove in at the +gate, and he saw Daphne. Devonshire air had filled +her face with life and colour, her eyes gleamed with +happy expectation, she sprang lightly to the ground. +In a moment more she was in the room, and Vera was +murmuring “Dear child,” and ringing for the tea.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Reggie turned slowly, and faced her. Her colour +deepened, and her eyes, when they met his, were full +of a welcome, that a few minutes before would have +made the world beautiful to him. He held out his +hand frigidly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You must have had a long journey, Miss Fordington,” +he said. Daphne turned away to the tea-table. +For a moment she was speechless, and afraid that he +would see, that he had hurt her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Then, with a merry laugh, she broke into a history +of her journey and its incidents. Vera, watching her, +could tell nothing. She waited until Daphne had +finished her tea before she turned to Reggie.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Now, Reggie,” she said, “tell Daphne why you +have come?” Then, leaning back in her chair, she +looked from one to the other of them. Reggie’s eyes +were fixed straight in front of him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I came to ask you to assist Miss Linton who is +nursing a case in the neighbourhood at the house +where I am staying,” he said; “perhaps you did not +get her letter?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Daphne, wonderingly, “I thought she +was off for her holiday.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She has been sitting up some nights, and she +begged that if you were not too tired you would drive +over with me and relieve her to-night.” He paused.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course I will,” said Daphne; “who is the +patient?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is someone you know,” said Reggie. Then +Daphne knew that he was going to break some news +to her; she put her cup down very carefully and +looked at him, but he would not meet her eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is Mr. Arthur Field,” said Reggie. Vera +watched Daphne’s face with increasing pleasure. +All her happy colour had left her, her hands +grasped the chair, with that strange clinging to the +inanimate that terror gives. For the moment the +room was so still that the country world about them +seemed full of noises; it might have been London.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is he so very ill?” the girl asked finally.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Very ill,” said Reggie. Vera saw that he would +not see how white Daphne was, nor how stricken, she +had her voice in such perfect control.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear child,” she exclaimed, “are you going to +faint? Shall I ring for some brandy?” Daphne +got up.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have a trap here?” she asked Reggie. “I +saw it at the door.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you going?” Vera asked her. “I am sure it +is not really necessary.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going,” said Daphne, with a sudden flash of +anger, “whether it is necessary or not.” Vera looked +at Reggie, and had the pleasure of seeing him wince.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am quite at your services, Miss Fordington,” he +said drily. They left the room in silence. As the +cart drove off, she gave a sigh of perfect satisfaction. +There are a good many rewards that virtue does not +give. Vera felt as if she had them all, and virtue into +the bargain. She had always been very good to +Daphne, on her twenty-first birthday she had sent her +a pearl necklace.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLIV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“Ah! let none other alien spell so’er</p> +<p class='line0'>But only the One Hope’s, One name be there—</p> +<p class='line0'>Not less nor more, but even that word alone.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rossetti.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>It was six o’clock and growing dark, only across the +fields, rich with a late harvest, the last light caught +colour from the golden corn, lying in rippling fields +beneath the hills. The air was fresh and sweet, and +the shadows lay sharp and clear over the country. +Reggie drove very fast, and Daphne saw nothing but +old memories.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is he dying?” she said at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Reggie.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh!——” murmured Daphne. Reggie lashed the +horse, it danced a little, and quickened its pace. +Daphne did not notice that they were driving much +too fast. “Reggie,” she said at last, “why did you +call me ‘Miss Fordington’? I don’t believe you +were a bit glad to see me!” Reggie was simply +furious; that she could dare to make him such a +speech at the present moment, showed that she was +not only thoroughly bad, but cruelly heartless. That +at the time, when the man who ought to have been +her husband was dying, she could observe the greeting +of another man, struck him as about the lowest +and vainest thing he could imagine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I do not think we need discuss my feelings,” he +said, “they are not your concern, nor ought they to +be.” Daphne looked at him in hurt surprise.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! Reggie!” she said, “I can’t understand you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is just as well,” he said coldly, “that you +should not.” They barely escaped running over a +child, and Daphne caught his arm in terror. Then +he looked at her, it was a look of such absolute disgust +that it stung her like a whip.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Does he suppose I am trying to flirt with him?” +she thought. Her only wish now was for the drive to +end. The garden was deserted, everyone had left +but Lilian. She stood in the hall to welcome +Daphne; it was years since they had met, and Lilian +held her close to her, in silence. Reggie did not see +their meeting, he drove furiously to the station and +caught the last train up. There was nothing especial +for him to do in town, so he took the night express +to Scotland, but his troubled thoughts kept pace even +with the Edinburgh express.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Am I too late?” said Daphne. Lilian shook her +head, and they went upstairs hand in hand.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It has been a fight against the hours,” Lilian told +her, “but I do not think he could die until he saw +you.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And his—wife?” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is dressing for dinner,” replied Lilian simply. +“He will not see her, and she would not go to him if +she could, I think. Oh! my dear, it’s a terrible +business.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Arthur,” said Daphne, “I can’t imagine him +helpless——” she bit her lips to keep the tears back. +“I only knew this afternoon,” she explained.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The surgeon’s room had that atmosphere of utter +calm, and order in which the mind has only itself to +fight against. All the windows were wide open, and +by the light of the shaded lamp, Daphne saw his grey +face, propped up by many pillows. His hands +plucked at the counterpane, with futile, unpausing +fingers. Daphne remembered how they had boasted +of them in hospital, as the most beautifully formed +hands in London, and she understood that their work +was done, as no amount of mere terrible reports of +him could have shown her. Hope can keep alive +against all reason, until sight stuns it with reality. +When she saw his face, the rest of the world vanished, +and she knew that nothing at all existed but his fight +with the unseen. She did not notice Katherine until +the other pointed out to her, the little compromises +with death that he himself had brought down with +him. Then she left them. Daphne sat by his side +and put her hand over one of his. He looked at her +and smiled as a child does who has been looking for +its mother.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>He had passed beyond surprises, and forgotten all +his troubles, but he knew that she was there.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s all right, Daphne,” he said, “they told you it +was all right, didn’t they?” he repeated, frowning a +little.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Daphne, “it is <span class='it'>quite—quite</span> all right +now.” He was satisfied, and lay watching her face +in absolute restfulness, only his fingers still picked +fruitlessly at the counterpane.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Three hours later Katherine looked in at them, +they neither of them moved, and until she died she +never forgot the picture that they made. The fire-light +(which in spite of the summer the chill of failing +life made good to him) flickered “with subtle sound +of flame.” And the moonbeams flooded the room. +Daphne was still beside him, but now her arm lay +beneath his head holding him up, her other hand was +on his, and her dark eyes were filled with light. +When Katherine saw his face, she came in, and closed +the door, for she saw that there was another presence +in the room. The end had come, but they neither +of them heard her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“God keep you, Arthur,” Daphne said. For a +moment the old, amused look came back into his +failing eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He—won’t—let—go!” he whispered. The effort +was too much for him, the breath stopped with one +short gasp. His weight on her arm was terribly +heavy. She looked at Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see why <span class='it'>you</span> should cry,” she said. Then +her own lips quivered, she buried her head in her +hands. Steps sounded outside the door, and +Katherine went to it.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I’m his nurse!” sobbed Miss Smith. “I always +nursed his cases!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes! yes,” said Katherine gently, “but he doesn’t +want either of us now, he——” Miss Smith broke +away from her, and rushed into Rosamonde’s room.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’ve killed your husband!” she cried. “Do +you hear me? You’ve killed your husband!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! how horrible!” cried Rosamonde. “How +dare you frighten me so, I sha’n’t be able to go to +sleep, I must have some——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No! you don’t!” cried Miss Smith, her sobs +ceased. She began to make Rosamonde some coffee +on a spirit lamp.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Arthur had done the kindest thing he could for +her when he gave her something to do for him. +Almost as kind as if he had known, but it was always +impossible to tell what he knew.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLV.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“For the storm, and the rain, and the darkness borrow</p> +<p class='line0'>But an hour from the suns to be,</p> +<p class='line0'>But a strange swift passage, that we</p> +<p class='line0'>May rejoice, who have mourned to-day, to-morrow</p> +<p class='line0'>In the sun, and the wind, and the sea.”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Swinburne.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>It was impossible for Katherine to realize anything +in the quick days that followed. A dressmaker from +town, a morning when the hall was filled with +wreaths, the grim, tearful face of Miss Smith, the +departure of Lilian and Daphne, passed by her like +scenes in a theatre.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was not until the funeral had taken place, and +the last wreath lain upon the newly-dug grave, that +Katherine realized her task was over. She noticed +that the handsomest of all the flowers was a cross of +lilies of the valley and white roses sent by Lady +Middleton. People had come down to the funeral. +One or two of Mr. Field’s well-known colleagues, +he had few personal friends, and no relations. There +was something infinitely pathetic to Katherine in the +impersonal, almost professional aspect of the scene.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>It was just as he would have liked. Rosamonde +was too upset to go, and Miss Smith stayed with her, +but after it was all over, she crept into the empty +cemetery and cried the most futile and unsatisfying +of all tears. Tears over death which (at any rate, to +Arthur) had been the least of his troubles. When +Katherine re-entered the house Rosamonde met her +in the hall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“When are you going, nurse?” she asked her +curtly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I—I suppose I had better go now,” said Katherine. +“There is nothing else, is there, that I can do?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can pack your things,” said Rosamonde. +Katherine went upstairs to the little dressing-room +next to his room, where she was to have slept if it had +been possible. Her things had been barely unpacked, +and it was easy to put them up again. A few hours +later she reported herself at the hospital. The +Matron sent for her at once.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You will take your holiday now, nurse,” she said. +Then, for a moment, she forgot her position. “We +were all so proud of him!” she said. “God knows I +wish we could have saved him! There never was +such a man for hip troubles—and as an operator——! +and for all his sharp ways, he was the kindest-hearted +man I know!” The Matron shook her head. As +Katherine went to her room she passed a bevy of +nurses just going on night duty. They were discussing +the new consultant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He has such a lovely moustache,” said one of +them. Katherine fled past them hurriedly. She did +not wish to have to hear about the new consultant.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The next day found her at Link-Water, the house +her father had taken. It was a little house with a +sunny lawn leading down to the river. Mrs. Dalgeny +welcomed her very warmly, the Colonel was away, +and as she watched her mother sewing under the +great yellowing trees, she could not realize that the +two past years were more than a vivid dream, only +that she felt so very much older than her mother.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It is all very curious,” said Mrs. Dalgeny, “but +you really seem to have improved. I had no idea +that what you call your profession was so becoming. +At one time you quite threatened to be fat. Now +your figure is not unlike mine at your age, though <span class='it'>I</span> +was a mother then,” added Mrs. Dalgeny, thoughtfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Are you happy?” asked Katherine bluntly, “with—with +him?” Mrs. Dalgeny laughed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Dear child,” she said, “you still have your crude, +odd way of putting things! I did not marry Colonel +Dalgeny from any fairy-tale motives. I knew just +what I might expect. He is obstinate, selfish, and +absurdly scrupulous. I am fond of my own way and +of my own pleasure, and I believe in expedients, but +nevertheless we get on capitally. Do you ask me +how?” said Mrs. Dalgeny, putting down her embroidery. +“Because I feed him beautifully, and let +him smoke where he likes. I am always well-dressed, +and if I do not agree with him, I do not tell him so. +I also never ask him where he has been, or what he is +going to do, and I arrange my life for myself. There +are wives who tell their husbands when they have +made a mistake about a joint and expect him to look +up their trains for them. An unhappy marriage in +such cases is inevitable. I know the value of reserve. +If he asks me why I do a thing I give him a reason +he can understand. If he is angry with me, I confess +that I am in the wrong, and cry. After that he +naturally calls himself a brute, and I remain where +I was. This makes everything quite simple, and +I always make a point of listening to his suggestions.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, mother!” said Katherine, “how horrible!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, but I don’t follow them!” explained Mrs. +Dalgeny.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine saw the uselessness of Reformers. One +can change the external, but when one tackles human +nature the spots remain, and it is considered unbalanced +to go quite so far.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He must be desperately unhappy,” she thought. +Then, looking up, she saw the Colonel crossing the +lawn. Mrs. Dalgeny carefully placed her embroidery +upon another chair and advanced to meet him, signalling +to an open window for the maid to bring out tea. +It might have been an awkward moment, but it +was not. As the pair crossed the lawn to Katherine, +the Colonel had already begun to tell his wife what +had happened to him in town. After he had shaken +hands with his daughter, he turned to his wife again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“They gave me a beastly lunch,” he said, sitting +down comfortably in a garden chair. Mrs. Dalgeny +sent a veiled glance at her daughter. It was her +moment of triumph, and the Colonel immensely +enjoyed his tea. Katherine was disgusted.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“He is too comfortable to be unhappy,” she +thought contemptuously. After tea Mrs. Dalgeny +rose gracefully and left them. The Colonel regarded +his daughter thoughtfully for awhile.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you think your mother is looking well?” he +asked her at last. “Are you satisfied about her?” +Katherine looked out over the water. The shadows +had deepened and lay long and dark across it; she +could scarcely see her father’s face, but she could hear +the wistful tone in his voice, and at last she understood. +It was quite true that her mother had made +him comfortable, but it was also true that she could +never make him happy. Katherine trembled for a +moment, then she put out her hand to him.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Father,” she said, “I—I didn’t understand!” +The Colonel pressed her hand, but he did not try to +answer her, something in his throat choked him. +By-and-bye he leant over her and kissed her. Then, +as it was growing cool, he drew her hand in his arm, +and they walked up and down the lawn together. +Katherine told him all about her work.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Dalgeny saw them from her bedroom window, +and the satisfied smile left her face. Of course her +husband thought her a very clever woman, but this +was different, even Mrs. Dalgeny saw that. The +Colonel talking with his daughter down below, was +very happy. He would not have been so happy if +his wife had joined them. Mrs. Dalgeny tried to +sneer, but it is difficult to sneer when one’s lips are +trembling. She called out of the window, “Katherine, +it is time to dress for dinner!” but she could not +always call her daughter in.</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLVI.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>“How we are made for happiness! how work</p> +<p class='line0'>Grows play, adversity a winning fight!”</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Robert Browning.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>Katherine felt certain, as soon as she saw Bert, that +he was keeping something back. He looked older +and very much more determined, and there was a +restless, anxious expression in his eyes. He got on +singularly well, she noticed, with her mother, and her +father, though he left his wife to do most of the entertaining, +smoked in evident enjoyment of his company. +Katherine was anxious that her father should like +him, but she was more anxious that he should like +her father.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have got,” said Mrs. Dalgeny, “to decorate the +church for the Harvest Festival to-morrow, and I +want some Autumn leaves, and things to hang down +and drape well. Suppose you and Katherine go out +and get them, Mr. Russell, and meet me at the +church. The fields are certain to be wet and +Katherine immensely enjoys discomfort, as I know +by experience. It makes you feel like an early +Christian Martyr, doesn’t it, dear?” she asked her +daughter.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“On the contrary,” Katherine replied, “it makes +me feel capable of becoming a savage.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah, well,” said Mrs. Dalgeny lightly. “Saints +and savages were both very primitive, and could +afford to get their feet wet. I shall stay here, and +drive to the church later.” She dismissed them with +a smile of content. After they had left the room she +turned to the Colonel. “Katherine,” she said, “is +twenty-five, she will never marry sensibly. This +young man is delightful, but certain to be poor. +Nevertheless one might do worse, she must marry +him.” The Colonel smoked in silence.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You have a way of talking about these things,” +he said at last, “which I don’t like, Louie; and it is +no use saying ‘must’ to Katherine.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I should never dream of saying it to Katherine,” +said his wife, smiling, “I was saying it to you. I told +Katherine last night I did not see much in him.” The +Colonel was curious.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did she say?” he ventured.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why—nothing!” said Mrs. Dalgeny, “but a few +moments afterwards, she suggested he might stay +over Sunday.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wish you weren’t so infernally sly, Louie,” said +her husband, angrily. “I don’t want Katherine to +marry anybody.” His wife laughed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Men never like their daughters to marry,” she +said, “and mothers never like them to be old maids. +It is very easily explained. You can see the drawbacks +of marriage for any woman except your wife, +and your wife can see its consolations for any woman +but herself. Besides, no woman likes to have an +elderly daughter with grown-up critical eyes for ever +in the drawing-room.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know, Louie,” he said slowly, “sometimes +you strike me as being very hard?” Mrs. Dalgeny +laughed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That is the way sensible people always strike +one,” she said; “but I can assure you that it is really +only the sentimentalists who are brutal, and I am +quite sure men are much more prone to that than +women, they call things by such easy names, and +throw sunbeams over their past. Sunbeams are much +nicer to get on with than remorse.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What do you know about remorse, I wonder?” +asked her husband in a queer voice.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I know it is a very uncomfortable thing to have,” +said Mrs. Dalgeny, “and also a little absurd. Now +I am going to drive to the church. Can I do anything +for you in the village?” The Colonel shook his head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The autumn fields were rough with dew, and the +trees gave a light of dusky gold in response to the +bright sunshine breaking its way through the river +mist. The dampness of the place brought out +wonderful tones of crimson and brown, and the woods +on the horizon were shaded black and mauve.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“English autumn is more toned down than our +Fall,” said Katherine’s companion. “We die in a +blaze of madness, but your old English trees drift +softly into death with quiet colours. They are too +old to make a fuss!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! but we understand it is all coming back to +us,” said Katherine eagerly. “I like that best; we +are content because we know that death is a phase +and life a permanence. The faith of generations has +made us calm and sure;” her thoughts went back to +the surgeon. “Mr. Field must have been sure,” she +said, “or he couldn’t have been so brave, only he didn’t +<span class='it'>know</span> he was sure. Don’t you think, Mr. Russell, that +all good people—people, I mean, who have struggled +to live up to a standard—are immensely looked after, +and unconsciously possessed by the God they think +they do not believe in?</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course, conscious faith is best, because it is +so much simpler, and one can meet things with it +so much more possibly, but an unconscious faith +seems to me to have a wonderful hold upon unseen +powers.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Bert, “I guess that God’s belief in us +is the bigger of the two, and can keep a hold of us +just as long as we don’t fight against it with our +character. What we think we know, and what we +believe we think, is a precious little part of it all, and +fortunately not such a very large part of us.” +Katherine caught a branch above her head and broke +it short with a turn of her wrist. “My! but +you’re strong!” said Bert, admiringly. Katherine +flushed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>They had their arms full of leaves, red, brown, and +gold, and about them both was the bloom of the fresh, +sweet morning. They sat down to rest on a fallen +trunk, and Bert Russell turned his bright, dark eyes +on her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going home,” he said; “England has had +enough of me.” Katherine put down her armful of +leaves, and bent over to sort them.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I thought you had work here,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, yes! I have work,” said Bert, thoughtfully, +“but I can’t get on! They don’t want me to. I want +to press ahead and make the other papers jump, but +they don’t seem to want the other papers to jump. +They’re quite willing for the whole lot to crawl. Now +I didn’t come over here to crawl. Besides, I can’t +make enough money here; I am going to be married, +and I want some more money pretty quick.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Katherine, “marriage is very expensive, +isn’t it?” (It was really too cold to sit out in +October; she might be strong, but she felt very tired. +If he married an American girl, he would have to +go out for his walks alone.) “I am so glad,” +Katherine said, “so very glad; do you care for her +very much?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, yes,” said Bert, “with all my heart, or I +wouldn’t want to marry her.” (He was capable of +changing his heart very quickly, Katherine thought.) +“You’ll be good to her?” he said gently, “won’t +you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I shall not have much opportunity to be good to +her if you are to live in America,” Katherine said, a +little stiffly. She loved the way his hair grew at the +back of his neck, and the queer little way he had of +wrinkling up his forehead, as if it helped him to think. +She wondered if the American girl noticed these +things.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I have my doubts as to whether I ought to marry +her,” he went on; “I am not very well off, you know, +and she has a profession of her own which I don’t +like asking her to give up.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You won’t need to ask her to give it up,” said +Katherine in a low voice, “if she cares for you, and +she’d love to have you poor so that she could help +you.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“She’d have to live a long way from her home,” he +continued.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Nonsense!” said Katherine briskly, “she will +make her own home; women are not so incapable as +you seem to think! Even if you wanted her to go +to a strange country she would probably manage very +well.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—I do want her to go to a different country,” +said Bert, watching the way she was trying to arrange +her leaves and—failing. “See here,” he said, “let me +fix those for you,” and he took them out of her hand +Their fingers touched, and involuntarily Katherine +gave a little cry.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I ran a splinter into my finger,” she explained. +And then she blushed furiously and hated herself, +because it was not true. “Then she’s an English +girl?” she said carelessly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes—she’s an English girl,” said Bert. There +was something in his voice that made her turn and +look at him. He was wrinkling up his forehead, but +his eyes were dancing with fun and tenderness.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh!” she cried, springing to her feet. “How +dare you! What do you mean?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Is there another splinter in your finger?” he said. +“I am a real good hand at taking them out.” He +spoke lightly, but he was terribly afraid; he had +risked everything, and Katherine’s eyes were blazing. +“Katherine,” he said, “oh! Katherine, it’s so much to +ask a woman to give up! Do you think she’ll come +back with me?” Katherine looked away for a +moment; when her eyes met his again the anger had +quite gone.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“There—there wasn’t a splinter in my finger,” said +Katherine.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Mrs. Dalgeny waited for half-an-hour in the church. +Then she got some Virginia Creeper from a cottage +near by. It did just as well.</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you wish him told?” said the Colonel. They +stood together by the fire in the library. He had been +very good to her and it had, none of it, been so difficult +as she had thought.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am not afraid of his knowing,” she said, a little +proudly. “It would make no difference.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Men don’t look at these things in the same light +as women do,” said the Colonel. “But it would be +very hard for me and your mother——” he paused a +moment. “I could not tell her that I had done it,” +he finished gravely, “she would not understand.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You think he should know?” said Katherine. +The Colonel looked into the fire; it is hard to answer +“yes” or “no” to most questions worth asking, and +it is very hard to inflict one’s own punishment.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It seems to me his due,” he said at last.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then I am quite sure you will tell him,” said his +daughter. There was a long pause; the Colonel +walked up and down his room, and bit his grey moustache +rather savagely. He came to a stand in front of +his daughter.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Katherine,” he said, “this Russell is a poor man, +and I am very well off. You are my only child. Two +years ago I offered you an allowance which you would +not take. I do not think anything has ever hurt me +quite so much. Will you take it now?” The girl +hesitated, but only for a moment.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you,” she said simply, “thank you very +much, it will be a great help to us.” The door +opened and Bert Russell came in.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Help,” he said, “who’s going to help us.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My father,” said Katherine quietly as she left the +room. A few moments later he joined her in the +drawing-room. She was playing on the piano, and he +came up behind her and put his hand on her shoulder.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Why, Katherine!” he said, “my Katherine! you’re +crying!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No, I’m not,” said Katherine furiously, brushing +away the tears from her eyes. “Only—only I was +thinking of what you said about temptation, do you +remember? You said, ‘sometimes the oughts drop +out.’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—have they?” laughed her lover.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” said Katherine, “only I can see quite well +how they might.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And you don’t go on treating people as they +deserve?” he asked her, his eyes twinkling.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You can ask me that?” said Katherine. “Oh! +Bert, I don’t treat you as you deserve!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No!” he said, smiling down at her, “you only +treat me the way I’d like to deserve!” Katherine +shook her head.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You deserve more than I can ever give you,” she +said, “but I will give you all I can.” Bert slipt his +arm about her—and kissed her forehead.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know,” he said, “I somehow guess it <span class='it'>does</span> +make a difference after all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The Colonel, sitting in his study opposite the picture +of his dead wife, had buried his face in his hands. +He had loved her, and she had been a very good +woman, and yet he had sinned. Now he was face to +face with the emptiness of future years—and must +for ever carry in his heart “the torment of the difference +till he die.”</p> + +<h2>CHAPTER XLVII.</h2> + + + <div class='poetry-container' style=''> + <div class='lgp'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<div class='stanza-outer'> +<div class='stanza-inner'> +<p class='line0'>Yea, in God’s name, and Love’s, and thine, would I</p> +<p class='line0'>  Draw from one loving heart such evidence</p> +<p class='line0'>As to all hearts, all things should signify;</p> +<p class='line0'>  Tender as dawn’s first hill-fire and intense</p> +<p class='line0'>  As instantaneous penetrating sense,</p> +<p class='line0'>In spring’s birth hour, of other springs gone by.</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line0' style='text-align:right;margin-right:0em;'><span class='sc'>Rossetti.</span></p> +</div> +</div> +</div></div> <!-- end poetry block --><!-- end rend --> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you know,” said Daphne, leaning back +luxuriously on a sofa in Lilian’s boudoir, “I met +an old friend of mine this afternoon in the park, and +he was very much afraid of me.” Lilian smiled +affectionately.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wonder why an old friend always means the +man we didn’t marry?” she said; “but I don’t +wonder that he was afraid of you, Daphne.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well—he was!” said Daphne, ignoring her +friend’s remark, “and he said that he was going out +as a missionary to India, and that he was very +happy.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Poor fellow!” said Lilian gently.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I never really meant to marry him,” said Daphne. +“I suppose it was what Reggie quarrelled with me +about, but I told him I was sorry, and then I went to +Overham, and it was all over. You know he wouldn’t +speak to me when I was at your mother’s, and he came +to fetch me to nurse Arthur.” Lilian sat up straight.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Was he with my mother when you arrived?” she +asked.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Daphne, shuddering, “they were sitting +there together. He told me, and at first I didn’t +understand—oh! it was awful! Reggie was horribly +unkind. He wouldn’t speak to me or help me a bit!” +Lilian looked at her friend thoughtfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I wonder if you would tell me the truth, Daphne,” +she said, “if I were to ask you a pretty straight question?” +Daphne looked startled.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I suppose I might,” she said.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Do you mind Reggie’s being horrid?” said Lilian. +Daphne fidgeted a moment, then she looked at her +friend steadily.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Well, yes, Lilian,” she said, “I do. No one likes +to be thought despicable by a man like Reggie.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am going to see my mother this afternoon,” said +Lilian. “Have you everything you want?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Everything, thanks,” said Daphne. “Lilian, do +you mind seeing your mother now?” she asked her +suddenly; “I have always wanted to ask you—you +don’t mind, do you? Are you still desperately unhappy?” +Lilian sat down again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No,” she said in a low voice, “not now.” Daphne +waited. “My husband was so very bad,” Lilian went +on at last, “that it simplified matters. I could have +got a divorce any day, so he went his way, and I went +mine. There were terrible hours first. It is so hard +to realize evil; one hears of it in church on Sunday, +and people talk about bad books, and bad plays, but +it is <span class='it'>quite</span>—quite different from that! You see, there +are so many other things to be considered. It gets +mixed up with one’s life; by-and-bye it becomes +usual. It is easier to get used to than good, I think; +I wasn’t a bit shocked after the first year. If I had +had a child it would have been different; I should +have had to leave him then.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And there was never any one else?” said Daphne. +Lilian played with a book on her lap.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” she said, in a very low voice, “there might +have been someone else. I do not know how far it +would have gone. God knows I was pretty desperate, +and so was he. Then one day I went out for a drive, +and we ran over a child. Daphne, it was horrible! +I thought it was dead. I took it to the nearest +hospital, and they were so good to me, the nurses—I +shall never forget! They let me stay there till the +surgeons saw it, and they came back to tell me it +would live. After that I went to see it every day, and +by-and-bye I got to know such lots of darling little +children, and I have been to see them two or three +times a week ever since—that’s all.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And the man?” said Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I could not give up the love of little, innocent +children even for him,” said Lilian softly. “I told +him about it, and I asked him to go away, and he did. +He is married now to such a sweet, nice girl, and he +has little children of his own. I shall never have +that,” said Lilian, with the tears running down her +cheeks; “only, all the little children in the world seem +mine, when I look at them!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah! Lilian! Lilian!” said Daphne. When Lilian +had gone Daphne sat alone by the fire-light thinking +of her friend’s story. It was so very different from +Katherine’s. She had been to see them off, +Katherine and Bert, and the docks at Southampton +had looked like Paradise to them, a station on the way +to Heaven. Katherine had tyrannized over Bert to +her heart’s content and ended by always doing what +he wished, and Bert, pretending to be badly treated, +had been so immensely proud, and they started off +for their new life across the sea in the absurdest and +most childish manner possible, as if the world had +been a room full of hidden Christmas presents, and +they had just set out to find them all. Daphne had +been happy when she was with them, but now the +world had grown cold and grey. It was hard +to go back to Overham. Rosamonde and Miss +Smith had taken a flat in town, she and Lilian had +been to see them, and, as far as they could see, all was +going on well. It seemed as if, after all, Arthur’s +sacrifice had not been as useless as he thought. She +had no excuse for staying in town any longer, and yet +she felt conscious that she was going back, unsatisfied, +unrested, uninclined even for her boys and her club, +and the sight of her uncle’s loving eyes.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>The door opened, and she started at the lapse of +time. Lilian had come back, and it was their last +evening.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! come and talk to me,” she said; “I want +someone to talk to me!” The words died on her lips, +for it was not Lilian, but Reggie who stood at the +door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I—I am awfully sorry,” he stammered, “but Mrs. +Courtney told me to come in; I met her at a squash +somewhere, and she told me you were at home——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And that I would be delighted to see you, I suppose?” +said Daphne icily, but she sat down again.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“No—no!” said Reggie. “<span class='it'>I</span> told her—<span class='it'>that</span>, the +other way round, you know!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You seem a little involved,” said Daphne coldly. +There was an awkward silence; Reggie watched her +face with eager, unembarrassed eyes, and Daphne, +knowing that there was a change, became the more +anxious not to commit herself.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I say,” said Reggie at last, “it’s ages since I’ve +seen you, isn’t it?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I believe it is two months,” said Daphne; “I have +not thought it long.” Her manner plainly inferred +that she would have liked it to be indefinitely longer. +Reggie’s eyes twinkled; she looked irresistible when +she was angry, the fire-light showed the gleam of her +eyes—and the impatient tapping of her foot.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“That awfully nice friend of yours has gone and +got married to that American chap, hasn’t she?” he +asked her cheerfully.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes,” said Daphne, and she seemed to think it a +sufficient answer.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My mother is to be married,” he began in a graver +tone, “to David Grey.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh, Reggie!” said Daphne quickly, “I’m so +sorry!” Then she could have bitten her tongue out +at her indiscretion—Reggie moved into a chair nearer +her—she had forgotten he was so tall.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Thank you—dear,” he said. Daphne blushed, but +she kept her face steadily from him; she had made a +false step, and she had to pay the forfeit. The room +was singularly quiet; in the street below the cries +of evening papers, and a belated muffin-bell came up +to them quite clearly. “Daphne,” Reggie said in +quite a different tone, “I’m afraid you’ll think me an +awful cur for what I am going to tell you, but you’ll +listen, won’t you? You won’t be dreadfully angry till +I’ve quite finished?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“You’re very inconsistent in your use of my name,” +she said, taking a fire-shield from the mantelpiece.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Ah—listen,” he exclaimed impatiently—“and +please promise?” There was a queer little smile +round Daphne’s lips, but it did not matter—she had +the fire-shield in position.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t see quite what difference it makes,” she +said, “but, of course, I’ll promise you not to get angry +<span class='it'>until</span> you’re finished.” Reggie drew a long breath.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“It’s going to be horribly difficult to tell you,” he +said. “Well, that day I came over to fetch you back. +Lady Middleton was there, and she told me—she told +me——”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What did she tell you?” cried Daphne, her eyes +flashing.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Remember your promise,” he reminded her. +“She told me—lies about you and that surgeon +chap.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“What were they?” asked Daphne.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I sha’n’t tell you,” said Reggie.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh—and you believed them?” she cried.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, I believed them,” said Reggie.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And you dare to come here and tell me so?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Yes, Daphne,” said Reggie, “I know they aren’t +true, and—and I couldn’t help coming.” He laid his +hand over hers, and pleaded with her with his eyes. +Daphne sprang to her feet.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! and you wish to flirt with me, do you?” she +cried. “I can imagine you would think me a fit subject! +You ‘couldn’t help coming’—that was a pretty +way of putting it, Lord Cheston.” Then, as it came +over her, <span class='it'>who</span> had failed her, that he had always been, +even when she was angry with him, the man she +trusted and relied upon, she had hard work to fight +back her tears. “Oh, Reggie! Reggie!” she said, +“I did think you were a better sort of man! I know +I’ve been horrid, and I’ve done lots of wrong things, +and I behaved dreadfully with Arthur! (Oh! not +what Vera told you, of course, though even that was +more his doing than mine!) But in spite of it all, I +thought that you were my friend, that you respected +me—that I could trust you! Please go before I say +what I shall be sorry for—I will not think of this +again. I will only remember that you were kinder +to me once!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Look here, Daphne,” Reggie interrupted her, “I +haven’t finished; perhaps you will think this worse +cheek than all the rest. But I can’t help it; it’s +better for you to know the truth than what you are +thinking now. I came here because I love you, +because I have always loved you. Long before you +got engaged to David, and all that rot. I didn’t tell +you before, partly because it wouldn’t have been any +use, and partly because I didn’t want to marry you the—the +way I thought you <span class='it'>were</span>, you know. I think a +woman owes it to her husband not to be a flirt; that +was why I jawed you so about it, d’you remember?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Y—es, I remember,” said Daphne in a quieter +voice.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And, oh, you took it beautifully,” he went on, +“and I saw that you weren’t really a flirt at all. You +simply couldn’t help it. It was just that you were so +awfully fetching, you know. You don’t mind my +saying that, do you? because it’s what I really think, +and I was coming to see you at Overham, only I +heard that you would be at Lady Middleton’s and +then—— Oh, Daphne, I haven’t hurt you, have I?” +He moved towards her, but she only shook her head. +“I say—Daphne,” he exclaimed in amazement, “you—you +don’t care, do you?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Of course not,” said Daphne; “why should I? +Please go away, Reggie, you’ve hurt me horribly. I—I +don’t know how much you haven’t hurt me! And +you can’t possibly want to marry a woman who has +been engaged twice—and encouraged other men, and +been a horrid little flirt. You said I was a horrid little +flirt yourself!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I didn’t, Daphne,” he implored, “honour +bright!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And even if you do want to marry me, how—how +do you know that I care for you?” Daphne finished +with a rush.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I don’t,” said Reggie, “but I’m here to find out.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then all I can say is,” said Daphne, with great +asperity, “that if you don’t know by now, I don’t +think you ever <span class='it'>will</span> find out—and I had better tell +you——” Reggie was quite close to her now; he +took both her hands.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Look here!” he said, “what are you marrying me +for?” Daphne met his eyes bravely, but her lips +trembled a little.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Because I love you,” she said, “and for no other +reason whatever.” He bent his head and kissed her +hands very gently and tenderly. “Reggie,” she +whispered, “I—I loved Arthur, too.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Then he was a very lucky fellow,” said Reggie; +“but I’m glad he’s dead,” he added to himself, as +Lilian opened the door.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“My dear people,” said Lilian, “why on earth +haven’t you rung for light?”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“Oh! I thought we—had,” said Daphne. Lilian +looked at them and smiled.</p> + +<hr class='tbk'/> + +<p class='pindent'>“I really think,” said Mrs. Fordington, “that you +might have remembered about that penny reading-book, +Daphne; now I shall have to send for it and +pay the postage. Still, of course, I am very glad to +hear that you are going to make a great marriage. I +hope Lord Cheston is a good young man, as well as +a peer.”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I hope so, too,” said Daphne, as her aunt left the +room. Then she turned to her uncle. “I am trusting +to my feelings,” she said with a little smile. “Tell +me, is it right?” Her uncle looked at her for a +moment or two before he answered:</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“I am inclined to think it is the best thing in the +world,” he said at last. “And ‘every good and every +perfect gift cometh from above’; you are awake now, +I think, Daphne, so you will remember that!”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And understand?” said Daphne very softly.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And understand,” said her uncle. There came a +silence between them, and then her uncle, with his +eyes turned, to a little picture of Dora, spoke again. +“You must let love go the whole way,” he said, “not +stop at Death, which is only one of the Station +Houses of the Soul. Be very sure that whatever +comes to you of darkness or pain, nothing, either from +above or below, can take from you the knowledge +that ‘The same goal is still on the same track.’ ”</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“And that is immortality?” said Daphne. Her +uncle did not answer her in words; he looked out of +the window over the autumn fields, now fast losing +their last touch of summer life. Then he smiled back +at her.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>“We shall have the everlasting spring,” he said.</p> + +<div class='lgc' style='margin-top:3em;'> <!-- rend=';' --> +<p class='line'>THE END.</p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line'> </p> +<p class='line'>PRINTED BY KELLY’S DIRECTORIES LTD., LONDON AND KINGSTON.</p> +</div> <!-- end rend --> + +<hr class='pbk'/> + +<h3>TRANSCRIBER NOTES</h3> + +<p class='pindent'>Misspelled words and printer errors have been corrected. Where multiple spellings occur, majority use has been employed.</p> + +<p class='pindent'>Punctuation has been maintained except where obvious printer errors occur.</p> + +<p class='line' style='text-align:center;'>[The end of <span class='it'>The Master Hope</span> by Phyllis Bottome]</p> +<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 79023 ***</div> +</body> +<!-- created with fpgen.py 4.67d on 2026-07-04 19:51:39 GMT --> +</html> diff --git a/79023-h/images/cover.jpg b/79023-h/images/cover.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..8ad2283 --- /dev/null +++ b/79023-h/images/cover.jpg |
