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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: Diana of the Crossways, Complete + +Author: George Meredith + +Release Date: October 13, 2006 [EBook #4470] +Last Updated: February 26, 2018 + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: UTF-8 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, COMPLETE *** + + + +Produced by David Widger + + + + + +</pre> + + <h1> + DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS + </h1> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h2> + By George Meredith + </h2> + <p> + <br /><br /> + </p> + <h3> + 1897 + </h3> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <blockquote> + <p class="toc"> + <big><b>CONTENTS</b></big> + </p> + <p> + <br /> <a href="#link2HCH0001"> CHAPTER I. </a> OF DIARIES AND + DIARISTS TOUCHING THE HEROINE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0002"> + CHAPTER II. </a> AN IRISH BALL <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0003"> CHAPTER III. </a> THE INTERIOR OF MR. + REDWORTH, AND THE EXTERIOR OF MR. SULLIVAN SMITH <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0004"> CHAPTER IV. </a> CONTAINING HINTS OF + DIANA'S EXPERIENCES AND OF WHAT THEY LED TO <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0005"> CHAPTER V. </a> CONCERNING THE + SCRUPULOUS GENTLEMAN WHO CAME TOO LATE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0006"> + CHAPTER VI. </a> THE COUPLE <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0007"> + CHAPTER VII. </a> THE CRISIS <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0008"> CHAPTER VIII. </a> IN WHICH IS + EXHIBITED HOW A PRACTICAL MAN AND A DIVINING WOMAN LEARN TO RESPECT ONE + ANOTHER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0009"> CHAPTER IX. </a> SHOWS + HOW A POSITION OF DELICACY FOR A LADY AND GENTLEMAN WAS MET IN SIMPLE + FASHION <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0010"> CHAPTER X. </a> THE + CONFLICT OF THE NIGHT <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0011"> CHAPTER XI. + </a> RECOUNTS THE JOURNEY IN A CHARIOT, WITH A CERTAIN AMOUNT + OF DIALOGUE, AND A SMALL INCIDENT ON THE ROAD <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0012"> CHAPTER XII. </a> BETWEEN EMMA AND + DIANA <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0013"> CHAPTER XIII. </a> TOUCHING + THE FIRST DAYS OF HER PROBATION <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0014"> + CHAPTER XIV. </a> GIVING GLIMPSES OF DIANA UNDER HER CLOUD + BEFORE THE WORLD AND OF HER FURTHER APPRENTICESHIP <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0015"> CHAPTER XV. </a> INTRODUCES THE HON. + PERCY DACIER <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0016"> CHAPTER XVI. </a> TREATS + OF A MIDNIGHT BELL, AND OF A SCENE OF EARLY MORNING <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0017"> CHAPTER XVII. </a> 'THE PRINCESS + EGERIA' <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0018"> CHAPTER XVIII. </a> THE + AUTHORESS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0019"> CHAPTER XIX. </a> A + DRIVE IN SUNLIGHT AND A DRIVE IN MOONLIGHT <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0020"> CHAPTER XX. </a> DIANA A NIGHT-WATCH IN + THE CHAMBER OF DEATH <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0021"> CHAPTER XXI. + </a> 'THE YOUNG MINISTER OF STATE' <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0022"> CHAPTER XXII. </a> BETWEEN DIANA AND + DACIER: THE WIND EAST OVER BLEAK LAND <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0023"> + CHAPTER XXIII. </a> RECORDS A VISIT TO DIANA FROM ONE OF THE + WORLD'S GOOD WOMEN <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0024"> CHAPTER XXIV. + </a> INDICATES A SOUL PREPARED FOR DESPERATION <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0025"> CHAPTER XXV. </a> ONCE MORE THE + CROSSWAYS AND A CHANGE OF TURNINGS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0026"> + CHAPTER XXVI. </a> IN WHICH A DISAPPOINTED LOVER RECEIVES A + MULTITUDE OF LESSONS <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0027"> CHAPTER XXVII. + </a> CONTAINS MATTER FOR SUBSEQUENT EXPLOSION <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0028"> CHAPTER XXVIII. </a> DIALOGUE + ROUND THE SUBJECT OF A PORTRAIT, WITH SOME INDICATIONS OF THE TASK FOR + DIANA <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0029"> CHAPTER XXIX. </a> SHOWS + THE APPROACHES OF THE POLITICAL AND THE DOMESTIC CRISIS IN COMPANY <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0030"> CHAPTER XXX. </a> IN WHICH THERE IS + A TASTE OF A LITTLE DINNER AND AN AFTERTASTE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0031"> CHAPTER XXXI. </a> A CHAPTER CONTAINING + GREAT POLITICAL NEWS AND THEREWITH AN INTRUSION OF THE LOVE-GOD <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0032"> CHAPTER XXXII. </a> WHEREIN WE + BEHOLD A GIDDY TURN AT THE SPECTRAL CROSSWAYS <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0033"> CHAPTER XXXIII. </a> EXHIBITS THE + SPRINGING OF A MINE IN A NEWSPAPER ARTICLE <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0034"> CHAPTER XXXIV. </a> IN WHICH IT IS + DARKLY SEEN HOW THE CRIMINAL'S JUDGE MAY BE LOVE'S CRIMINAL <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0035"> CHAPTER XXXV. </a> REVEALS HOW THE + TRUE HEROINE OF ROMANCE COMES FINALLY TO HER, TIME OF TRIUMPH <br /><br /> + <a href="#link2HCH0036"> CHAPTER XXXVI. </a> IS CONCLUSIVE AS + TO THE HEARTLESSNESS OF WOMEN WITH BRAINS <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0037"> CHAPTER XXXVII. </a> AN EXHIBITION OF + SOME CHAMPIONS OF THE STRICKEN LADY <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0038"> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. </a> CONVALESCENCE OF A HEALTHY + MIND DISTRAUGHT <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0039"> CHAPTER XXXIX. </a> OF + NATURE WITH ONE OF HER CULTIVATED DAUGHTERS AND A SHORT EXCURSION IN + ANTI-CLIMAX <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0040"> CHAPTER XL. </a> IN + WHICH WE SEE NATURE MAKING OF A WOMAN A MAID AGAIN, AND A THRICE + WHIMSICAL <br /><br /> <a href="#link2HCH0041"> CHAPTER XLI. </a> CONTAINS + A REVELATION OF THE ORIGIN OF THE TIGRESS IN DIANA <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0042"> CHAPTER XLII. </a> THE PENULTIMATE: + SHOWING A FINAL STRUGGLE FOR LIBERTY AND RUN INTO HARNESS <br /><br /> <a + href="#link2HCH0043"> CHAPTER XLIII. </a> NUPTIAL CHAPTER; + AND OF HOW A BARELY WILLING WOMAN WAS LED TO BLOOM WITH THE NUPTIAL + SENTIMENT <br /><br /> + </p> + </blockquote> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + A lady of high distinction for wit and beauty, + the daughter of an illustrious Irish House, + came under the shadow of a calumny. It has + latterly been examined and exposed as baseless. + The story of Diana of the Crossways is to be read + as fiction. +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> <a name="link2HCH0001" id="link2HCH0001"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <h2> + CHAPTER I. OF DIARIES AND DIARISTS TOUCHING THE HEROINE + </h2> + <p> + Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there + is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her + wit: 'an unusual combination,' in the deliberate syllables of one of the + writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of + her. It is otherwise in his case and a general fling at the sex we may + deem pardonable, for doing as little harm to womankind as the stone of an + urchin cast upon the bosom of mother Earth; though men must look some day + to have it returned to them, which is a certainty; and indeed full surely + will our idle-handed youngster too, in his riper season; be heard + complaining of a strange assault of wanton missiles, coming on him he + knows not whence; for we are all of us distinctly marked to get back what + we give, even from the thing named inanimate nature. + </p> + <p> + The 'LEAVES FROM THE DIARY OF HENRY WILMERS' are studded with examples of + the dinner-table wit of the time, not always worth quotation twice; for + smart remarks have their measured distances, many requiring to be a brule + pourpoint, or within throw of the pistol, to make it hit; in other words, + the majority of them are addressed directly to our muscular system, and + they have no effect when we stand beyond the range. On the contrary, they + reflect sombrely on the springs of hilarity in the generation preceding + us; with due reserve of credit, of course, to an animal vivaciousness that + seems to have wanted so small an incitement. Our old yeomanry farmers—returning + to their beds over ferny commons under bright moonlight from a neighbour's + harvest-home, eased their bubbling breasts with a ready roar not unakin to + it. Still the promptness to laugh is an excellent progenitorial foundation + for the wit to come in a people; and undoubtedly the diarial record of an + imputed piece of wit is witness to the spouting of laughter. This should + comfort us while we skim the sparkling passages of the 'Leaves.' When a + nation has acknowledged that it is as yet but in the fisticuff stage of + the art of condensing our purest sense to golden sentences, a readier + appreciation will be extended to the gift: which is to strike not the + dazzled eyes, the unanticipating nose, the ribs, the sides, and stun us, + twirl us, hoodwink, mystify, tickle and twitch, by dexterities of lingual + sparring and shuffling, but to strike roots in the mind, the Hesperides of + good things. We shall then set a price on the 'unusual combination.' A + witty woman is a treasure; a witty Beauty is a power. Has she actual + beauty, actual wit?—not simply a tidal material beauty that passes + current any pretty flippancy or staggering pretentiousness? Grant the + combination, she will appear a veritable queen of her period, fit for + homage; at least meriting a disposition to believe the best of her, in the + teeth of foul rumour; because the well of true wit is truth itself, the + gathering of the precious drops of right reason, wisdom's lightning; and + no soul possessing and dispensing it can justly be a target for the world, + however well armed the world confronting her. Our temporary world, that + Old Credulity and stone-hurling urchin in one, supposes it possible for a + woman to be mentally active up to the point of spiritual clarity and also + fleshly vile; a guide to life and a biter at the fruits of death; both + open mind and hypocrite. It has not yet been taught to appreciate a + quality certifying to sound citizenship as authoritatively as acres of + land in fee simple, or coffers of bonds, shares and stocks, and a more + imperishable guarantee. The multitudes of evil reports which it takes for + proof, are marshalled against her without question of the nature of the + victim, her temptress beauty being a sufficiently presumptive delinquent. + It does not pretend to know the whole, or naked body of the facts; it + knows enough for its furry dubiousness; and excepting the sentimental of + men, a rocket-headed horde, ever at the heels of fair faces for ignition, + and up starring away at a hint of tearfulness; excepting further by chance + a solid champion man, or some generous woman capable of faith in the + pelted solitary of her sex, our temporary world blows direct East on her + shivering person. The scandal is warrant for that; the circumstances of + the scandal emphasize the warrant. And how clever she is! Cleverness is an + attribute of the selecter missionary lieutenants of Satan. We pray to be + defended from her cleverness: she flashes bits of speech that catch men in + their unguarded corner. The wary stuff their ears, the stolid bid her best + sayings rebound on her reputation. Nevertheless the world, as Christian, + remembers its professions, and a portion of it joins the burly in morals + by extending to her a rough old charitable mercifulness; better than + sentimental ointment, but the heaviest blow she has to bear, to a + character swimming for life. + </p> + <p> + That the lady in question was much quoted, the Diaries and Memoirs + testify. Hearsay as well as hearing was at work to produce the abundance; + and it was a novelty in England, where (in company) the men are the + pointed talkers, and the women conversationally fair Circassians. They + are, or they know that they should be; it comes to the same. Happily our + civilization has not prescribed the veil to them. The mutes have here and + there a sketch or label attached to their names: they are 'strikingly + handsome'; they are 'very good-looking'; occasionally they are noted as + 'extremely entertaining': in what manner, is inquired by a curious + posterity, that in so many matters is left unendingly to jump the empty + and gaping figure of interrogation over its own full stop. Great ladies + must they be, at the web of politics, for us to hear them cited + discoursing. Henry Wilmers is not content to quote the beautiful Mrs. + Warwick, he attempts a portrait. Mrs. Warwick is 'quite Grecian.' She + might 'pose for a statue.' He presents her in carpenter's lines, with a + dab of school-box colours, effective to those whom the Keepsake fashion + can stir. She has a straight nose, red lips, raven hair, black eyes, rich + complexion, a remarkably fine bust, and she walks well, and has an + agreeable voice; likewise 'delicate extremities.' The writer was created + for popularity, had he chosen to bring his art into our literary market. + </p> + <p> + Perry Wilkinson is not so elaborate: he describes her in his + 'Recollections' as a splendid brune, eclipsing all the blondes coming near + her: and 'what is more, the beautiful creature can talk.' He wondered, for + she was young, new to society. Subsequently he is rather ashamed of his + wonderment, and accounts for it by 'not having known she was Irish.' She + 'turns out to be Dan Merion's daughter.' + </p> + <p> + We may assume that he would have heard if she had any whiff of a brogue. + Her sounding of the letter R a trifle scrupulously is noticed by Lady + Pennon: 'And last, not least, the lovely Mrs. Warwick, twenty minutes + behind the dinner-hour, and r-r-really fearing she was late.' + </p> + <p> + After alluding to the soft influence of her beauty and ingenuousness on + the vexed hostess, the kindly old marchioness adds, that it was no wonder + she was late, 'for just before starting from home she had broken loose + from her husband for good, and she entered the room absolutely houseless!' + She was not the less 'astonishingly brilliant.' Her observations were + often 'so unexpectedly droll I laughed till I cried.' Lady Pennon became + in consequence one of the stanch supporters of Mrs. Warwick. + </p> + <p> + Others were not so easily won. Perry Wilkinson holds a balance when it + goes beyond a question of her wit and beauty. Henry Wilmers puts the case + aside, and takes her as he finds her. His cousin, the clever and cynical + Dorset Wilmers, whose method of conveying his opinions without stating + them was famous, repeats on two occasions when her name appears in his + pages, 'handsome, lively, witty'; and the stressed repetition of + calculated brevity while a fiery scandal was abroad concerning the lady, + implies weighty substance—the reservation of a constable's + truncheon, that could legally have knocked her character down to the + pavement. We have not to ask what he judged. But Dorset Wilmers was a + political opponent of the eminent Peer who yields the second name to the + scandal, and politics in his day flushed the conceptions of men. His short + references to 'that Warwick-Dannisburgh affair' are not verbally + malicious. He gets wind of the terms of Lord Dannisburgh's will and + testament, noting them without comment. The oddness of the instrument in + one respect may have served his turn; we have no grounds for thinking him + malignant. The death of his enemy closes his allusions to Mrs. Warwick. He + was growing ancient, and gout narrowed the circle he whirled in. Had he + known this 'handsome, lively, witty' apparition as a woman having + political and social views of her own, he would not, one fancies, have + been so stingless. Our England exposes a sorry figure in his + Reminiscences. He struck heavily, round and about him, wherever he moved; + he had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration. His unadorned + harsh substantive statements, excluding the adjectives, give his Memoirs + the appearance of a body of facts, attractive to the historic Muse, which + has learnt to esteem those brawny sturdy giants marching club on shoulder, + independent of henchman, in preference to your panoplied knights with + their puffy squires, once her favourites, and wind-filling to her columns, + ultimately found indigestible. + </p> + <p> + His exhibition of his enemy Lord Dannisburgh, is of the class of noble + portraits we see swinging over inn-portals, grossly unlike in likeness. + The possibility of the man's doing or saying this and that adumbrates the + improbability: he had something of the character capable of it, too much + good sense for the performance. We would think so, and still the shadow is + round our thoughts. Lord Dannisburgh was a man of ministerial tact, + official ability, Pagan morality; an excellent general manager, if no + genius in statecraft. But he was careless of social opinion, unbuttoned, + and a laugher. We know that he could be chivalrous toward women, + notwithstanding the perplexities he brought on them, and this the + Dorset-Diary does not show. + </p> + <p> + His chronicle is less mischievous as regards Mrs. Warwick than the + paragraphs of Perry Wilkinson, a gossip presenting an image of perpetual + chatter, like the waxen-faced street advertizements of light and easy + dentistry. He has no belief, no disbelief; names the pro-party and the + con; recites the case, and discreetly, over-discreetly; and pictures the + trial, tells the list of witnesses, records the verdict: so the case went, + and some thought one thing, some another thing: only it is reported for + positive that a miniature of the incriminated lady was cleverly smuggled + over to the jury, and juries sitting upon these eases, ever since their + bedazzlement by Phryne, as you know.... And then he relates an anecdote of + the husband, said to have been not a bad fellow before he married his + Diana; and the naming of the Goddess reminds him that the second person in + the indictment is now everywhere called 'The elderly shepherd';—but + immediately after the bridal bells this husband became sour and + insupportable, and either she had the trick of putting him publicly in the + wrong, or he lost all shame in playing the churlish domestic tyrant. The + instances are incredible of a gentleman. Perry Wilkinson gives us two or + three; one on the authority of a personal friend who witnessed the scene; + at the Warwick whist-table, where the fair Diana would let loose her + silvery laugh in the intervals. She was hardly out of her teens, and + should have been dancing instead of fastened to a table. A difference of + fifteen years in the ages of the wedded pair accounts poorly for the + husband's conduct, however solemn a business the game of whist. We read + that he burst out at last, with bitter mimicry, 'yang—yang—yang!' + and killed the bright laugh, shot it dead. She had outraged the decorum of + the square-table only while the cards were making. Perhaps her too-dead + ensuing silence, as of one striving to bring back the throbs to a slain + bird in her bosom, allowed the gap between the wedded pair to be visible, + for it was dated back to prophecy as soon as the trumpet proclaimed it. + </p> + <p> + But a multiplication of similar instances, which can serve no other + purpose than that of an apology, is a miserable vindication of innocence. + The more we have of them the darker the inference. In delicate situations + the chatterer is noxious. Mrs. Warwick had numerous apologists. Those + trusting to her perfect rectitude were rarer. The liberty she allowed + herself in speech and action must have been trying to her defenders in a + land like ours; for here, and able to throw its shadow on our giddy + upper-circle, the rigour of the game of life, relaxed though it may + sometimes appear, would satisfy the staidest whist-player. She did not + wish it the reverse, even when claiming a space for laughter: 'the breath + of her soul,' as she called it, and as it may be felt in the early youth + of a lively nature. She, especially, with her multitude of quick + perceptions and imaginative avenues, her rapid summaries, her sense of the + comic, demanded this aerial freedom. + </p> + <p> + We have it from Perry Wilkinson that the union of the divergent couple was + likened to another union always in a Court of Law. There was a + distinction; most analogies will furnish one; and here we see England and + Ireland changeing their parts, until later, after the breach, when the + Englishman and Irishwoman resumed a certain resemblance to the yoked + Islands. + </p> + <p> + Henry Wilmers, I have said, deals exclusively with the wit and charm of + the woman. He treats the scandal as we might do in like manner if her + story had not to be told. But these are not reporting columns; very little + of it shall trouble them. The position is faced, and that is all. The + position is one of the battles incident to women, their hardest. It asks + for more than justice from men, for generosity, our civilization not being + yet of the purest. That cry of hounds at her disrobing by Law is + instinctive. She runs, and they give tongue; she is a creature of the + chase. Let her escape unmangled, it will pass in the record that she did + once publicly run, and some old dogs will persist in thinking her + cunninger than the virtuous, which never put themselves in such positions, + but ply the distaff at home. Never should reputation of woman trail a + scent! How true! and true also that the women of waxwork never do; and + that the women of happy marriages do not; nor the women of holy nunneries; + nor the women lucky in their arts. It is a test of the civilized to see + and hear, and add no yapping to the spectacle. + </p> + <p> + Thousands have reflected on a Diarist's power to cancel our Burial + Service. Not alone the cleric's good work is upset by him; but the + sexton's as well. He howks the grave, and transforms the quiet worms, busy + on a single poor peaceable body, into winged serpents that disorder sky + and earth with a deadly flight of zig-zags, like military rockets, among + the living. And if these are given to cry too much, to have their tender + sentiments considered, it cannot be said that History requires the flaying + of them. A gouty Diarist, a sheer gossip Diarist, may thus, in the bequest + of a trail of reminiscences, explode our temples (for our very temples + have powder in store), our treasuries, our homesteads, alive with + dynamitic stuff; nay, disconcert our inherited veneration, dislocate the + intimate connexion between the tugged flaxen forelock and a title. + </p> + <p> + No similar blame is incurred by Henry Wilmers. No blame whatever, one + would say, if he had been less, copious, or not so subservient, in + recording the lady's utterances; for though the wit of a woman may be + terse, quite spontaneous, as this lady's assuredly was here and there, she + is apt to spin it out of a museful mind, at her toilette, or by the lonely + fire, and sometimes it is imitative; admirers should beware of holding it + up to the withering glare of print: she herself, quoting an obscure + maximmonger, says of these lapidary sentences, that they have merely 'the + value of chalk-eggs, which lure the thinker to sit,' and tempt the vacuous + to strain for the like, one might add; besides flattering the world to + imagine itself richer than it is in eggs that are golden. Henry Wilmers + notes a multitude of them. 'The talk fell upon our being creatures of + habit, and how far it was good: She said:—It is there that we see + ourselves crutched between love grown old and indifference ageing to + love.' Critic ears not present at the conversation catch an echo of maxims + and aphorisms overchannel, notwithstanding a feminine thrill in the irony + of 'ageing to love.' The quotation ranks rather among the testimonies to + her charm. + </p> + <p> + She is fresher when speaking of the war of the sexes. For one sentence out + of many, though we find it to be but the clever literary clothing of a + common accusation: 'Men may have rounded Seraglio Point: they have not yet + doubled Cape Turk.' + </p> + <p> + It is war, and on the male side, Ottoman war: her experience reduced her + to think so positively. Her main personal experience was in the social + class which is primitively venatorial still, canine under its polish. + </p> + <p> + She held a brief for her beloved Ireland. She closes a discussion upon + Irish agitation by saying rather neatly: 'You have taught them it is + English as well as common human nature to feel an interest in the dog that + has bitten you.' + </p> + <p> + The dog periodically puts on madness to win attention; we gather then that + England, in an angry tremour, tries him with water-gruel to prove him + sane. + </p> + <p> + Of the Irish priest (and she was not of his retinue), when he was deemed a + revolutionary, Henry Wilmers notes her saying: 'Be in tune with him; he is + in the key-note for harmony. He is shepherd, doctor, nurse, comforter, + anecdotist and fun-maker to his poor flock; and you wonder they see the + burning gateway of their heaven in him? Conciliate the priest.' + </p> + <p> + It has been partly done, done late, when the poor flock have found their + doctoring and shepherding at other hands: their 'bulb-food and fiddle,' + that she petitioned for, to keep them from a complete shaving off their + patch of bog and scrub soil, without any perception of the tremulous + transatlantic magnification of the fiddle, and the splitting discord of + its latest inspiriting jig. + </p> + <p> + And she will not have the consequences of the 'weariful old Irish duel + between Honour and Hunger judged by bread and butter juries.' + </p> + <p> + She had need to be beautiful to be tolerable in days when Englishmen stood + more openly for the strong arm to maintain the Union. Her troop of enemies + was of her summoning. + </p> + <p> + Ordinarily her topics were of wider range, and those of a woman who mixed + hearing with reading, and observation with her musings. She has no doleful + ejaculatory notes, of the kind peculiar to women at war, containing + one-third of speculative substance to two of sentimental—a feminine + plea for comprehension and a squire; and it was probably the reason (as + there is no reason to suppose an emotional cause) why she exercised her + evident sway over the mind of so plain and straightforward an Englishman + as Henry Wilmers. She told him that she read rapidly, 'a great deal at one + gulp,' and thought in flashes—a way with the makers of phrases. She + wrote, she confessed, laboriously. The desire to prune, compress, + overcharge, was a torment to the nervous woman writing under a sharp + necessity for payment. Her songs were shot off on the impulsion; prose was + the heavy task. 'To be pointedly rational,' she said, 'is a greater + difficulty for me than a fine delirium.' She did not talk as if it would + have been so, he remarks. One is not astonished at her appearing an + 'actress' to the flat-minded. But the basis of her woman's nature was + pointed flame: In the fulness of her history we perceive nothing + histrionic. Capricious or enthusiastic in her youth, she never trifled + with feeling; and if she did so with some showy phrases and occasionally + proffered commonplaces in gilt, as she was much excited to do, her moods + of reflection were direct, always large and honest, universal as well as + feminine. + </p> + <p> + Her saying that 'A woman in the pillory restores the original bark of + brotherhood to mankind,' is no more than a cry of personal anguish. She + has golden apples in her apron. She says of life: 'When I fail to cherish + it in every fibre the fires within are waning,' and that drives like rain + to the roots. She says of the world, generously, if with tapering idea: + 'From the point of vision of the angels, this ugly monster, only half out + of slime, must appear our one constant hero.' It can be read maliciously, + but abstain. + </p> + <p> + She says of Romance: 'The young who avoid that region escape the title of + Fool at the cost of a celestial crown.' Of Poetry: 'Those that have souls + meet their fellows there.' + </p> + <p> + But she would have us away with sentimentalism. Sentimental people, in her + phrase, 'fiddle harmonics on the strings of sensualism,' to the delight of + a world gaping for marvels of musical execution rather than for music. For + our world is all but a sensational world at present, in maternal travail + of a soberer, a braver, a brighter-eyed. Her reflections are thus to be + interpreted, it seems to me. She says, 'The vices of the world's nobler + half in this day are feminine.' We have to guard against 'half-conceptions + of wisdom, hysterical goodness, an impatient charity'—against the + elementary state of the altruistic virtues, distinguishable as the + sickness and writhings of our egoism to cast its first slough. Idea is + there. The funny part of it is our finding it in books of fiction composed + for payment. Manifestly this lady did not 'chameleon' her pen from the + colour of her audience: she was not of the uniformed rank and file + marching to drum and fife as gallant interpreters of popular appetite, and + going or gone to soundlessness and the icy shades. + </p> + <p> + Touches inward are not absent: 'To have the sense of the eternal in life + is a short flight for the soul. To have had it, is the soul's vitality.' + And also: 'Palliation of a sin is the hunted creature's refuge and final + temptation. Our battle is ever between spirit and flesh. Spirit must brand + the flesh, that it may live.' + </p> + <p> + You are entreated to repress alarm. She was by preference light-handed; + and her saying of oratory, that 'It is always the more impressive for the + spice of temper which renders it untrustworthy,' is light enough. On + Politics she is rhetorical and swings: she wrote to spur a junior + politician: 'It is the first business of men, the school to mediocrity, to + the covetously ambitious a sty, to the dullard his amphitheatre, arms of + Titans to the desperately enterprising, Olympus to the genius.' What a + woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature. She saw their existing + posture clearly, yet believed, as men disincline to do, that they grow. + She says, that 'In their judgements upon women men are females, voices of + the present (sexual) dilemma.' They desire to have 'a still woman; who can + make a constant society of her pins and needles.' They create by stoppage + a volcano, and are amazed at its eruptiveness. 'We live alone, and do not + much feel it till we are visited.' Love is presumably the visitor. Of the + greater loneliness of women, she says: 'It is due to the prescribed + circumscription of their minds, of which they become aware in agitation. + Were the walls about them beaten down, they would understand that + solitariness is a common human fate and the one chance of growth, like + space for timber.' As to the sensations of women after the beating down of + the walls, she owns that the multitude of the timorous would yearn in + shivering affright for the old prison-nest, according to the sage + prognostic of men; but the flying of a valiant few would form a vanguard. + And we are informed that the beginning of a motive life with women must be + in the head, equally with men (by no means a truism when she wrote). Also + that 'men do not so much fear to lose the hearts of thoughtful women as + their strict attention to their graces.' The present market is what men + are for preserving: an observation of still reverberating force. Generally + in her character of the feminine combatant there is a turn of phrase, like + a dimple near the lips showing her knowledge that she was uttering but a + tart measure of the truth. She had always too much lambent humour to be + the dupe of the passion wherewith, as she says, 'we lash ourselves into + the persuasive speech distinguishing us from the animals.' + </p> + <p> + The instances of her drollery are rather hinted by the Diarists for the + benefit of those who had met her and could inhale the atmosphere at a + word. Drolleries, humours, reputed witticisms, are like odours of roast + meats, past with the picking of the joint. Idea is the only vital breath. + They have it rarely, or it eludes the chronicler. To say of the great + erratic and forsaken Lady A****, after she had accepted the consolations + of Bacchus, that her name was properly signified in asterisks 'as she was + now nightly an Ariadne in heaven through her God,' sounds to us a + roundabout, with wit somewhere and fun nowhere. Sitting at the roast we + might have thought differently. Perry Wilkinson is not happier in citing + her reply to his compliment on the reviewers' unanimous eulogy of her + humour and pathos:—the 'merry clown and poor pantaloon demanded of + us in every work of fiction,' she says, lamenting the writer's compulsion + to go on producing them for applause until it is extremest age that knocks + their knees. We are informed by Lady Pennon of 'the most amusing + description of the first impressions of a pretty English simpleton in + Paris'; and here is an opportunity for ludicrous contrast of the French + and English styles of pushing flatteries—'piping to the charmed + animal,' as Mrs. Warwick terms it in another place: but Lady Pennon was + acquainted with the silly woman of the piece, and found her amusement in + the 'wonderful truth' of that representation. + </p> + <p> + Diarists of amusing passages are under an obligation to paint us a + realistic revival of the time, or we miss the relish. The odour of the + roast, and more, a slice of it is required, unless the humorous thing be + preternaturally spirited to walk the earth as one immortal among a number + less numerous than the mythic Gods. 'He gives good dinners,' a candid old + critic said, when asked how it was that he could praise a certain poet. In + an island of chills and fogs, coelum crebris imbribus ac nebulis foedum, + the comic and other perceptions are dependent on the stirring of the + gastric juices. And such a revival by any of us would be impolitic, were + it a possible attempt, before our systems shall have been fortified by + philosophy. Then may it be allowed to the Diarist simply to relate, and we + can copy from him. + </p> + <p> + Then, ah! then, moreover, will the novelist's Art, now neither blushless + infant nor executive man, have attained its majority. We can then be + veraciously historical, honestly transcriptive. Rose-pink and dirty drab + will alike have passed away. Philosophy is the foe of both, and their + silly cancelling contest, perpetually renewed in a shuffle of extremes, as + it always is where a phantasm falseness reigns, will no longer baffle the + contemplation of natural flesh, smother no longer the soul issuing out of + our incessant strife. Philosophy bids us to see that we are not so pretty + as rose-pink, not so repulsive as dirty drab; and that instead of + everlastingly shifting those barren aspects, the sight of ourselves is + wholesome, bearable, fructifying, finally a delight. Do but perceive that + we are coming to philosophy, the stride toward it will be a giant's—a + century a day. And imagine the celestial refreshment of having a pure + decency in the place of sham; real flesh; a soul born active, wind-beaten, + but ascending. Honourable will fiction then appear; honourable, a fount of + life, an aid to life, quick with our blood. Why, when you behold it you + love it—and you will not encourage it?—or only when presented + by dead hands? Worse than that alternative dirty drab, your recurring + rose-pink is rebuked by hideous revelations of the filthy foul; for nature + will force her way, and if you try to stifle her by drowning, she comes + up, not the fairest part of her uppermost! Peruse your Realists—really + your castigators for not having yet embraced Philosophy. As she grows in + the flesh when discreetly tended, nature is unimpeachable, flower-eke, yet + not too decoratively a flower; you must have her with the stem, the + thorns, the roots, and the fat bedding of roses. In this fashion she grew, + says historical fiction; thus does she flourish now, would say the modern + transcript, reading the inner as well as exhibiting the outer. + </p> + <p> + And how may you know that you have reached to Philosophy? You touch her + skirts when you share her hatred of the sham decent, her derision of + sentimentalism. You are one with her when—but I would not have you a + thousand years older! Get to her, if in no other way, by the sentimental + route:—that very winding path, which again and again brings you + round to the point of original impetus, where you have to be unwound for + another whirl; your point of original impetus being the grossly material, + not at all the spiritual. It is most true that sentimentalism springs from + the former, merely and badly aping the latter,—fine flower, or + pinnacle flame-spire, of sensualism that it is, could it do other? and + accompanying the former it traverses tracts of desert here and there + couching in a garden, catching with one hand at fruits, with another at + colours; imagining a secret ahead, and goaded by an appetite, sustained by + sheer gratifications. Fiddle in harmonics as it may, it will have these + gratifications at all costs. Should none be discoverable, at once you are + at the Cave of Despair, beneath the funereal orb of Glaucoma, in the thick + midst of poniarded, slit-throat, rope-dependant figures, placarded across + the bosom Disillusioned, Infidel, Agnostic, Miserrimus. That is the + sentimental route to advancement. Spirituality does not light it; + evanescent dreams: are its oil-lamps, often with wick askant in the + socket. + </p> + <p> + A thousand years! You may count full many a thousand by this route before + you are one with divine Philosophy. Whereas a single flight of brains will + reach and embrace her; give you the savour of Truth, the right use of the + senses, Reality's infinite sweetness; for these things are in philosophy; + and the fiction which is the summary of actual Life, the within and + without of us, is, prose or verse, plodding or soaring, philosophy's elect + handmaiden. To such an end let us bend our aim to work, knowing that every + form of labour, even this flimsiest, as you esteem it, should minister to + growth. If in any branch of us we fail in growth, there is, you are aware, + an unfailing aboriginal democratic old monster that waits to pull us down; + certainly the branch, possibly the tree; and for the welfare of Life we + fall. You are acutely conscious of yonder old monster when he is mouthing + at you in politics. Be wary of him in the heart; especially be wary of the + disrelish of brainstuff. You must feed on something. Matter that is not + nourishing to brains can help to constitute nothing but the bodies which + are pitched on rubbish heaps. Brainstuff is not lean stuff;—the + brainstuff of fiction is internal history, and to suppose it dull is the + profoundest of errors; how deep, you will understand when I tell you that + it is the very football of the holiday-afternoon imps below. They kick it + for pastime; they are intelligences perverted. The comic of it, the + adventurous, the tragic, they make devilish, to kindle their Ogygian + hilarity. But—sharply comic, adventurous, instructively tragic, it + is in the interwinding with human affairs, to give a flavour of the modern + day reviving that of our Poet, between whom and us yawn Time's most hollow + jaws. Surely we owe a little to Time, to cheer his progress; a little to + posterity, and to our country. Dozens of writers will be in at yonder + yawning breach, if only perusers will rally to the philosophic standard. + They are sick of the woodeny puppetry they dispense, as on a race-course + to the roaring frivolous. Well, if not dozens, half-dozens; gallant pens + are alive; one can speak of them in the plural. I venture to say that they + would be satisfied with a dozen for audience, for a commencement. They + would perish of inanition, unfed, unapplauded, amenable to the laws + perchance for an assault on their last remaining pair of ears or heels, to + hold them fast. But the example is the thing; sacrifices must be expected. + The example might, one hopes, create a taste. A great modern writer, of + clearest eye and head, now departed, capable in activity of presenting + thoughtful women, thinking men, groaned over his puppetry, that he dared + not animate them, flesh though they were, with the fires of positive + brainstuff. He could have done it, and he is of the departed! Had he + dared, he would (for he was Titan enough) have raised the Art in dignity + on a level with History; to an interest surpassing the narrative of public + deeds as vividly as man's heart and brain in their union excel his plain + lines of action to eruption. The everlasting pantomime, suggested by Mrs. + Warwick in her exclamation to Perry Wilkinson, is derided, not + unrighteously, by our graver seniors. They name this Art the pasture of + idiots, a method for idiotizing the entire population which has taken to + reading; and which soon discovers that it can write likewise, that sort of + stuff at least. The forecast may be hazarded, that if we do not speedily + embrace Philosophy in fiction, the Art is doomed to extinction, under the + shining multitude of its professors. They are fast capping the candle. + Instead, therefore, of objurgating the timid intrusions of Philosophy, + invoke her presence, I pray you. History without her is the skeleton map + of events: Fiction a picture of figures modelled on no skeleton-anatomy. + But each, with Philosophy in aid, blooms, and is humanly shapely. To + demand of us truth to nature, excluding Philosophy, is really to bid a + pumpkin caper. As much as legs are wanted for the dance, Philosophy is + required to make our human nature credible and acceptable. Fiction + implores you to heave a bigger breast and take her in with this heavenly + preservative helpmate, her inspiration and her essence. You have to teach + your imagination of the feminine image you have set up to bend your + civilized knees to, that it must temper its fastidiousness, shun the + grossness of the over-dainty. Or, to speak in the philosophic tongue, you + must turn on yourself, resolutely track and seize that burrower, and scrub + and cleanse him; by which process, during the course of it, you will + arrive at the conception of the right heroical woman for you to worship: + and if you prove to be of some spiritual stature, you may reach to an + ideal of the heroical feminine type for the worship of mankind, an image + as yet in poetic outline only, on our upper skies. + </p> + <p> + 'So well do we know ourselves, that we one and all determine to know a + purer,' says the heroine of my columns. Philosophy in fiction tells, among + various other matters, of the perils of this intimate acquaintance with a + flattering familiar in the 'purer'—a person who more than ceases to + be of else to us after his ideal shall have led up men from their flint + and arrowhead caverns to intercommunicative daylight. For when the + fictitious creature has performed that service of helping to civilize the + world, it becomes the most dangerous of delusions, causing first the + individual to despise the mass, and then to join the mass in crushing the + individual. Wherewith let us to our story, the froth being out of the + bottle. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0002" id="link2HCH0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER II. AN IRISH BALL. + </h2> + <p> + In the Assembly Rooms of the capital city of the Sister Island there was a + public Ball, to celebrate the return to Erin of a British hero of Irish + blood, after his victorious Indian campaign; a mighty struggle splendidly + ended; and truly could it be said that all Erin danced to meet him; but + this was the pick of the dancing, past dispute the pick of the supping. + Outside those halls the supping was done in Lazarus fashion, mainly + through an excessive straining of the organs of hearing and vision, which + imparted the readiness for more, declared by physicians to be the state + inducing to sound digestion. Some one spied the figure of the hero at the + window and was fed; some only to hear the tale chewed the cud of it; some + told of having seen him mount the steps; and sure it was that at an hour + of the night, no matter when, and never mind a drop or two of cloud, he + would come down them again, and have an Irish cheer to freshen his pillow. + For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too. Farther + away, over field and bogland, the whiskies did their excellent ancient + service of watering the dry and drying the damp, to the toast of 'Lord + Larrian, God bless him! he's an honour to the old country!' and a bit of a + sigh to follow, hints of a story, and loud laughter, a drink, a deeper + sigh, settling into conversation upon the brave Lord Larrian's deeds, and + an Irish regiment he favoured—had no taste for the enemy without the + backing of his 'boys.' Not he. Why, he'd never march to battle and they + not handy; because when he struck he struck hard, he said. And he has a + wound on the right hip and two fingers off his left hand; has bled for + England, to show her what Irishmen are when they're well treated. + </p> + <p> + The fine old warrior standing at the upper end of the long saloon, tall, + straight, grey-haired, martial in his aspect and decorations, was worthy + to be the flag-pole for enthusiasm. His large grey eyes lightened from + time to time as he ranged them over the floating couples, and dropped a + word of inquiry to his aide, Captain Sir Lukin Dunstane, a good model of a + cavalry officer, though somewhat a giant, equally happy with his chief in + passing the troops of animated ladies under review. He named as many as + were known to him. Reviewing women exquisitely attired for inspection, all + variously and charmingly smiling, is a relief after the monotonous + regiments of men. Ireland had done her best to present the hero of her + blood an agreeable change; and he too expressed a patriotic satisfaction + on hearing that the faces most admired by him were of the native isle. He + looked upon one that came whirling up to him on a young officer's arm and + swept off into the crowd of tops, for a considerable while before he put + his customary question. She was returning on the spin when he said, + </p> + <p> + 'Who is she?' + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin did not know. 'She 's a new bird; she nodded to my wife; I'll + ask.' + </p> + <p> + He manoeuvred a few steps cleverly to where his wife reposed. The + information he gathered for the behoof of his chief was, that the handsome + creature answered to the name of Miss Merion; Irish; aged somewhere + between eighteen and nineteen; a dear friend of his wife's, and he ought + to have remembered her; but she was a child when he saw her last. + </p> + <p> + 'Dan Merion died, I remember, about the day of my sailing for India,' said + the General. 'She may be his daughter.' + </p> + <p> + The bright cynosure rounded up to him in the web of the waltz, with her + dark eyes for Lady Dunstane, and vanished again among the twisting + columns. + </p> + <p> + He made his way, handsomely bumped by an apologetic pair, to Lady + Dunstane, beside whom a seat was vacated for him; and he trusted she had + not over-fatigued herself. + </p> + <p> + 'Confess,' she replied, 'you are perishing to know more than Lukin has + been able to tell you. Let me hear that you admire her: it pleases me; and + you shall hear what will please you as much, I promise you, General.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do. Who wouldn't?' said he frankly. + </p> + <p> + 'She crossed the Channel expressly to dance here tonight at the public + Ball in honour of you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank, and accepts it + humbly.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is grandly spoken.' + </p> + <p> + 'She makes everything in the room dust round a blazing jewel.' + </p> + <p> + 'She makes a poet of a soldier. Well, that you may understand how pleased + I am, she is my dearest friend, though she is younger than I, as may be + seen; she is the only friend I have. I nursed her when she was an infant; + my father and Mr. Dan Merion were chums. We were parted by my marriage and + the voyage to India. We have not yet exchanged a syllable: she was snapped + up, of course, the moment she entered the room. I knew she would be a + taking girl: how lovely, I did not guess. You are right, she extinguishes + the others. She used to be the sprightliest of living creatures, and to + judge by her letters, that has not faded. She 's in the market, General.' + </p> + <p> + Lord Larrian nodded to everything he heard, concluding with a mock doleful + shake of the head. 'My poorest subaltern!' he sighed, in the theatrical + but cordially melancholy style of green age viewing Cytherea's market. + </p> + <p> + His poorest subaltern was richer than he in the wherewithal to bid for + such prizes. + </p> + <p> + 'What is her name in addition to Merion?' + </p> + <p> + 'Diana Antonia Merion. Tony to me, Diana to the world.' + </p> + <p> + 'She lives over there?' + </p> + <p> + 'In England, or anywhere; wherever she is taken in. She will live, I hope, + chiefly with me.' + </p> + <p> + 'And honest Irish?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, she's Irish.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah!' the General was Irish to the heels that night. + </p> + <p> + Before further could be said the fair object of the dialogue came darting + on a trip of little runs, both hands out, all her face one tender sparkle + of a smile; and her cry proved the quality of her blood: 'Emmy! Emmy! my + heart!' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear Tony! + </p> + <p> + I should not have come but for the hope of seeing you here.' + </p> + <p> + Lord Larrian rose and received a hurried acknowledgement of his courtesy + from the usurper of his place. + </p> + <p> + 'Emmy! we might kiss and hug; we're in Ireland. I burn to! But you're not + still ill, dear? Say no! That Indian fever must have gone. You do look a + dash pale, my own; you're tired.' + </p> + <p> + 'One dance has tired me. Why were you so late?' + </p> + <p> + 'To give the others a chance? To produce a greater impression by suspense? + No and no. I wrote you I was with the Pettigrews. We caught the coach, we + caught the boat, we were only two hours late for the Ball; so we did + wonders. And good Mrs. Pettigrew is, pining somewhere to complete her + adornment. I was in the crush, spying for Emmy, when Mr. Mayor informed me + it was the duty of every Irishwoman to dance her toes off, if she 'd be + known for what she is. And twirl! a man had me by the waist, and I dying + to find you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Who was the man?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not to save these limbs from the lighted stake could I tell you!' + </p> + <p> + 'You are to perform a ceremonious bow to Lord Larrian.' + </p> + <p> + 'Chatter first! a little!' + </p> + <p> + The plea for chatter was disregarded. It was visible that the hero of the + night hung listening and in expectation. He and the Beauty were named to + one another, and they chatted through a quadrille. Sir Lukin introduced a + fellow-Harrovian of old days, Mr. Thomas Redworth, to his wife. + </p> + <p> + 'Our weather-prophet, meteorologist,' he remarked, to set them going; 'you + remember, in India, my pointing to you his name in a newspaper—letter + on the subject. He was generally safe for the cricketing days.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane kindly appeared to call it to mind, and she led upon the + them-queried at times by an abrupt 'Eh?' and 'I beg pardon,' for + manifestly his gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given to + the young lady discoursing with Lord Larrian. Beauty is rare; luckily is + it rare, or, judging from its effect on men, and the very stoutest of + them, our world would be internally more distracted planet than we see, to + the perversion of business, courtesy, rights of property, and the rest. + She perceived an incipient victim, of the hundreds she anticipated, and + she very tolerantly talked on: 'The weather and women have some + resemblance they say. Is it true that he who reads the one can read the + other?' + </p> + <p> + Lord Larrian here burst into a brave old laugh, exclaiming, 'Oh! good!' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Redworth knitted his thick brows. 'I beg pardon? Ah! women! Weather + and women? No; the one point more variable in women makes all the + difference.' + </p> + <p> + 'Can you tell me what the General laughed at?' + </p> + <p> + The honest Englishman entered the trap with promptitude. 'She said:—who + is she, may I ask you?' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane mentioned her name. + </p> + <p> + Daughter of the famous Dan Merion? The young lady merited examination for + her father's sake. But when reminded of her laughter-moving speech, Mr. + Redworth bungled it; he owned he spoilt it, and candidly stated his + inability to see the fun. 'She said, St. George's Channel in a gale ought + to be called St. Patrick's—something—I missed some point. That + quadrille-tune, the Pastourelle, or something...' + </p> + <p> + 'She had experience of the Channel last night,' Lady Dunstane pursued, and + they both, while in seeming converse, caught snatches from their + neighbours, during a pause of the dance. + </p> + <p> + The sparkling Diana said to Lord Larrian, 'You really decline to make any + of us proud women by dancing to-night?' + </p> + <p> + The General answered: 'I might do it on two stilts; I can't on one.' He + touched his veteran leg. + </p> + <p> + 'But surely,' said she, 'there's always an inspiration coming to it from + its partner in motion, if one of them takes the step.' + </p> + <p> + He signified a woeful negative. 'My dear young lady, you say dark things + to grey hairs!' + </p> + <p> + She rejoined: 'If we were over in England, and you fixed on me the stigma + of saying dark things, I should never speak without being thought + obscure.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's because you flash too brightly for them.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think it is rather the reminiscence of the tooth that received a stone + when it expected candy.' + </p> + <p> + Again the General laughed; he looked pleased and warmed. 'Yes, that 's + their way, that 's their way!' and he repeated her words to himself, + diminishing their importance as he stamped them on his memory, but so + heartily admiring the lovely speaker, that he considered her wit an honour + to the old country, and told her so. Irish prevailed up to boiling-point. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane, not less gratified, glanced up at Mr. Redworth, whose brows + bore the knot of perplexity over a strong stare. He, too, stamped the + words on his memory, to see subsequently whether they had a vestige of + meaning. Terrifically precocious, he thought her. Lady Dunstane, in her + quick sympathy with her friend, read the adverse mind in his face. And her + reading of the mind was right, wrong altogether her deduction of the + corresponding sentiment. + </p> + <p> + Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers. + </p> + <p> + They beheld a quaint spectacle: a gentleman, obviously an Englishman, + approached, with the evident intention of reminding the Beauty of the + night of her engagement to him, and claiming her, as it were, in the + lion's jaws. He advanced a foot, withdrew it, advanced, withdrew; eager + for his prize, not over-enterprising; in awe of the illustrious General + she entertained—presumeably quite unaware of the pretender's + presence; whereupon a voice was heard: 'Oh! if it was minuetting you meant + before the lady, I'd never have disputed your right to perform, sir.' For + it seemed that there were two claimants in the field, an Irishman and an + Englishman; and the former, having a livelier sense of the situation, hung + aloof in waiting for her eye; the latter directed himself to strike + bluntly at his prey; and he continued minuetting, now rapidly blinking, + flushed, angry, conscious of awkwardness and a tangle, incapable of + extrication. He began to blink horribly under the raillery of his rival. + The General observed him, but as an object remote and minute, a fly or + gnat. The face of the brilliant Diana was entirely devoted to him she + amused. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane had the faint lines of a decorous laugh on her lips, as she + said: 'How odd it is that our men show to such disadvantage in a + Ball-room. I have seen them in danger, and there they shine first of any, + and one is proud of them. They should always be facing the elements or in + action.' She glanced at the minuet, which had become a petrified figure, + still palpitating, bent forward, an interrogative reminder. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Redworth reserved his assent to the proclamation of any English + disadvantage. A whiff of Celtic hostility in the atmosphere put him on his + mettle. 'Wherever the man is tried,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'My lady!' the Irish gentleman bowed to Lady Dunstane. 'I had the honour + ... Sullivan Smith... at the castle...' + </p> + <p> + She responded to the salute, and Mr. Sullivan Smith proceeded to tell her, + half in speech, half in dots most luminous, of a civil contention between + the English gentleman and himself, as to the possession of the loveliest + of partners for this particular ensuing dance, and that they had + simultaneously made a rush from the Lower Courts, namely, their cards, to + the Upper, being the lady; and Mr. Sullivan Smith partly founded his + preferable claim on her Irish descent, and on his acquaintance with her + eminent defunct father—one of the ever-radiating stars of his + quenchless country. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane sympathized with him for his not intruding his claim when + the young lady stood pre-engaged, as well as in humorous appreciation of + his imaginative logic. + </p> + <p> + 'There will be dancing enough after supper,' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'If I could score one dance with her, I'd go home supperless and feasted,' + said he. 'And that's not saying much among the hordes of hungry troopers + tip-toe for the signal to the buffet. See, my lady, the gentleman, as we + call him; there he is working his gamut perpetually up to da capo. Oh! but + it's a sheep trying to be wolf; he 's sheep-eyed and he 's wolf-fanged, + pathetic and larcenous! Oh, now! who'd believe it!—the man has + dared... I'd as soon think of committing sacrilege in a cathedral!' + </p> + <p> + The man was actually; to quote his indignant rival, 'breaching the + fortress,' and pointing out to Diana Merion 'her name on his dirty scrap + of paper': a shocking sight when the lady's recollection was the sole + point to be aimed at, and the only umpire. 'As if all of us couldn't have + written that, and hadn't done it!' Mr. Sullivan Smith groaned disgusted. + He hated bad manners, particularly in cases involving ladies; and the bad + manners of a Saxon fired his antagonism to the race; individual members of + which he boasted of forgiving and embracing, honouring. So the man + blackened the race for him, and the race was excused in the man. But his + hatred of bad manners was vehement, and would have extended to a + fellow-countryman. His own were of the antecedent century, therefore + venerable. + </p> + <p> + Diana turned from her pursuer with a comic woeful lifting of the brows at + her friend. Lady Dunstane motioned her fan, and Diana came, bending head. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you bound in honour?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't think I am. And I do want to go on talking with the General. He + is so delightful and modest—my dream of a true soldier!—telling + me of his last big battle, bit by bit, to my fishing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Put off this person for a square dance down the list, and take out Mr. + Redworth—Miss Diana Merlon, Mr. Redworth: he will bring you back to + the General, who must not totally absorb you, or he will forfeit his + popularity.' + </p> + <p> + Diana instantly struck a treaty with the pertinacious advocate of his + claims, to whom, on his relinquishing her, Mr. Sullivan Smith remarked: + 'Oh! sir, the law of it, where a lady's concerned! You're one for + evictions, I should guess, and the anti-human process. It's that letter of + the law that stands between you and me and mine and yours. But you've got + your congee, and my blessing on ye!' + </p> + <p> + 'It was a positive engagement,' said the enemy. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sullivan Smith derided him. 'And a pretty partner you've pickled for + yourself when she keeps her positive engagement!' + </p> + <p> + He besought Lady Dunstane to console him with a turn. She pleaded + weariness. He proposed to sit beside her and divert her. She smiled, but + warned him that she was English in every vein. He interjected: 'Irish men + and English women! though it's putting the cart before the horse—the + copper pennies where the gold guineas should be. So here's the gentleman + who takes the oyster, like the lawyer of the fable. English is he? But we + read, the last shall be first. And English women and Irish men make the + finest coupling in the universe.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, you must submit to see an Irish woman led out by an English man,' + said Lady Dunstane, at the same time informing the obedient Diana, then + bestowing her hand on Mr. Redworth to please her friend, that he was a + schoolfellow of her husband's. + </p> + <p> + 'Favour can't help coming by rotation, except in very extraordinary + circumstances, and he was ahead of me with you, and takes my due, and + 'twould be hard on me if I weren't thoroughly indemnified.' Mr. Sullivan + Smith bowed. 'You gave them just the start over the frozen minute for + conversation; they were total strangers, and he doesn't appear a bad sort + of fellow for a temporary mate, though he's not perfectly sure of his + legs. And that we'll excuse to any man leading out such a fresh young + beauty of a Bright Eyes—like the stars of a winter's night in the + frosty season over Columkill, or where you will, so that's in Ireland, to + be sure of the likeness to her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Her mother was half English.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course she was. And what was my observation about the coupling? Dan + Merion would make her Irish all over. And she has a vein of Spanish blood + in her; for he had; and she's got the colour.—But you spoke of their + coupling—or I did. Oh, a man can hold his own with an English + roly-poly mate: he's not stifled! But a woman hasn't his power of + resistance to dead weight. She's volatile, she's frivolous, a rattler and + gabbler—haven't I heard what they say of Irish girls over there? She + marries, and it's the end of her sparkling. She must choose at home for a + perfect harmonious partner.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane expressed her opinion that her couple danced excellently + together. + </p> + <p> + 'It'd be a bitter thing to see, if the fellow couldn't dance, after + leading her out!' sighed Mr. Sullivan Smith. 'I heard of her over there. + They, call her the Black Pearl, and the Irish Lily—because she's + dark. They rack their poor brains to get the laugh of us.' + </p> + <p> + 'And I listen to you,' said Lady Dunstane. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! if all England, half, a quarter, the smallest piece of the land were + like you, my lady, I'd be loyal to the finger-nails. Now, is she engaged?—when + I get a word with her?' + </p> + <p> + 'She is nineteen, or nearly, and she ought to have five good years of + freedom, I think.' + </p> + <p> + 'And five good years of serfdom I'd serve to win her!' + </p> + <p> + A look at him under the eyelids assured Lady Dunstane that there would be + small chance for Mr. Sullivan Smith; after a life of bondage, if she knew + her Diana, in spite of his tongue, his tact, his lively features, and + breadth of shoulders. + </p> + <p> + Up he sprang. Diana was on Mr. Redworth's arm. 'No refreshments,' she + said; and 'this is my refreshment,' taking the seat of Mr. Sullivan Smith, + who ejaculated, + </p> + <p> + 'I must go and have that gentleman's name.' He wanted a foe. + </p> + <p> + 'You know you are ready to coquette with the General at any moment, Tony,' + said her friend. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, with the General!' + </p> + <p> + 'He is a noble old man.' + </p> + <p> + 'Superb. And don't say “old man.” With his uniform and his height and his + grey head, he is like a glorious October day just before the brown leaves + fall.' + </p> + <p> + Diana hummed a little of the air of Planxty Kelly, the favourite of her + childhood, as Lady Dunstane well remembered, they smiled together at the + scenes and times it recalled. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you still write verses, Tony?' + </p> + <p> + 'I could about him. At one part of the fight he thought he would be + beaten. He was overmatched in artillery, and it was a cavalry charge he + thundered on them, riding across the field to give the word of command to + the couple of regiments, riddled to threads, that gained the day. That is + life—when we dare death to live! I wonder at men, who are men, being + anything but soldiers! I told you, madre, my own Emmy, I forgave you for + marrying, because it was a soldier.' + </p> + <p> + 'Perhaps a soldier is to be the happy man. But you have not told me a word + of yourself. What has been done with the old Crossways?' + </p> + <p> + 'The house, you know, is mine. And it's all I have: ten acres and the + house, furnished, and let for less than two hundred a year. Oh! how I long + to evict the tenants! They can't have my feeling for the place where I was + born. They're people of tolerably good connections, middling wealthy, I + suppose, of the name of Warwick, and, as far as I can understand, they + stick there to be near the Sussex Downs, for a nephew, who likes to ride + on them. I've a half engagement, barely legible, to visit them on an + indefinite day, and can't bear the idea of strangers masters in the old + house. I must be driven there for shelter, for a roof, some month. And I + could make a pilgrimage in rain or snow just to doat on the outside of it. + That's your Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's my darling.' + </p> + <p> + 'I hear myself speak! But your voice or mine, madre, it's one soul. Be + sure I am giving up the ghost when I cease to be one soul with you, dear + and dearest! No secrets, never a shadow of a deception, or else I shall + feel I am not fit to live. Was I a bad correspondent when you were in + India?' + </p> + <p> + 'Pretty well. Copious letters when you did write.' + </p> + <p> + 'I was shy. I knew I should be writing, to Emmy and another, and only when + I came to the flow could I forget him. He is very finely built; and I dare + say he has a head. I read of his deeds in India and quivered. But he was + just a bit in the way. Men are the barriers to perfect naturalness, at + least, with girls, I think. You wrote to me in the same tone as ever, and + at first I had a struggle to reply. And I, who have such pride in being + always myself!' + </p> + <p> + Two staring semi-circles had formed, one to front the Hero; the other the + Beauty. These half moons imperceptibly dissolved to replenish, and became + a fixed obstruction. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, they look,' Diana made answer to Lady Dunstane's comment on the + curious impertinence. She was getting used to it, and her friend had a + gratification in seeing how little this affected her perfect naturalness. + </p> + <p> + 'You are often in the world—dinners, dances?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'People are kind.' + </p> + <p> + 'Any proposals?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nibbles.' + </p> + <p> + 'Quite heart-free?' + </p> + <p> + 'Absolutely.' + </p> + <p> + Diana's unshadowed bright face defied all menace of an eclipse. + </p> + <p> + The block of sturdy gazers began to melt. The General had dispersed his + group of satellites by a movement with the Mayoress on his arm, construed + as the signal for procession to the supper-table. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0003" id="link2HCH0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER III. THE INTERIOR OF MR. REDWORTH, AND THE EXTERIOR OF MR. + SULLIVAN SMITH + </h2> + <p> + 'It may be as well to take Mr. Redworth's arm; you will escape the crush + for you,' said Lady Dunstane to Diana. 'I don't sup. Yes! go! You must + eat, and he is handiest to conduct you.' + </p> + <p> + Diana thought of her chaperon and the lateness of the hour. She murmured, + to soften her conscience, 'Poor Mrs. Pettigrew!' + </p> + <p> + And once more Mr. Redworth, outwardly imperturbable, was in the maelstrom + of a happiness resembling tempest. He talked, and knew not what he + uttered. To give this matchless girl the best to eat and drink was his + business, and he performed it. Oddly, for a man who had no loaded design, + marshalling the troops in his active and capacious cranium, he fell upon + calculations of his income, present and prospective, while she sat at the + table and he stood behind her. Others were wrangling for places, chairs, + plates, glasses, game-pie, champagne: she had them; the lady under his + charge to a certainty would have them; so far good; and he had seven + hundred pounds per annum—seven hundred and fifty, in a favourable + aspect, at a stretch.... + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, the pleasantest thing to me after working all day is an opera of + Carini's,' she said, in full accord with her taste, 'and Tellio for tenor, + certainly.'—A fair enough sum for a bachelor: four hundred personal + income, and a prospect of higher dividends to increase it; three hundred + odd from his office, and no immediate prospects of an increase there; no + one died there, no elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors could + be persuaded to die; they were too tough to think of retiring. Say, seven + hundred and fifty.... eight hundred, if the commerce of the country + fortified the Bank his property was embarked in; or eight-fifty or nine + ten.... + </p> + <p> + 'I could call him my poet also,' Mr. Redworth agreed with her taste in + poets. 'His letters are among the best ever written—or ever + published: the raciest English I know. Frank, straight out: capital + descriptions. The best English letter-writers are as good as the French— + </p> + <p> + You don't think so?—in their way, of course. I dare' say we don't + sufficiently cultivate the art. We require the supple tongue a closer + intercourse of society gives.'—Eight or ten hundred. Comfortable + enough for a man in chambers. To dream of entering as a householder on + that sum, in these days, would be stark nonsense: and a man two removes + from a baronetcy has no right to set his reckoning on deaths:—if he + does, he becomes a sort of meditative assassin. But what were the Fates + about when they planted a man of the ability of Tom Redworth in a + Government office! Clearly they intended him to remain a bachelor for + life. And they sent him over to Ireland on inspection duty for a month to + have sight of an Irish Beauty.... + </p> + <p> + 'Think war the finest subject for poets?' he exclaimed. 'Flatly no: I + don't think it. I think exactly the reverse. It brings out the noblest + traits in human character? I won't own that even. It brings out some but + under excitement, when you have not always the real man.—Pray don't + sneer at domestic life. Well, there was a suspicion of disdain.—Yes, + I can respect the hero, military or civil; with this distinction, that the + military hero aims at personal reward—' + </p> + <p> + 'He braves wounds and death,' interposed Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Whereas the civilian hero—' + </p> + <p> + 'Pardon me, let me deny that the soldier-hero aims at a personal reward,' + she again interposed. + </p> + <p> + 'He gets it.' + </p> + <p> + 'If he is not beaten.' + </p> + <p> + 'And then he is no longer a hero.' + </p> + <p> + 'He is to me.' + </p> + <p> + She had a woman's inveterate admiration of the profession of aims. Mr. + Redworth endeavoured to render practicable an opening in her mind to + reason. He admitted the grandeur of the poetry of Homer. We are a few + centuries in advance of Homer. We do not slay damsels for a sacrifice to + propitiate celestial wrath; nor do we revel in details of slaughter. He + reasoned with her; he repeated stories known to him of civilian heroes, + and won her assent to the heroical title for their deeds, but it was + languid, or not so bright as the deeds deserved—or as the young lady + could look; and he insisted on the civilian hero, impelled by some + unconscious motive to make her see the thing he thought, also the thing he + was—his plain mind and matter-of-fact nature. Possibly she caught a + glimpse of that. After a turn of fencing, in which he was impressed by the + vibration of her tones when speaking of military heroes, she quitted the + table, saying: 'An argument between one at supper and another handing + plates, is rather unequal if eloquence is needed. As Pat said to the + constable, when his hands were tied, You beat me with the fists, but my + spirit is towering and kicks freely.'—Eight hundred? a thousand a + year, two thousand, are as nothing in the calculation of a householder who + means that the mistress of the house shall have the choicest of the fruits + and flowers of the Four Quarters; and Thomas Redworth had vowed at his + first outlook on the world of women, that never should one of the + sisterhood coming under his charge complain of not having them in + profusion. Consequently he was a settled bachelor. In the character of + disengaged and unaspiring philosophical bachelor, he reviewed the + revelations of her character betrayed by the beautiful virgin devoted to + the sanguine coat. The thrill of her voice in speaking of soldier-heroes + shot him to the yonder side of a gulf. Not knowing why, for he had no + scheme, desperate or other, in his head, the least affrighted of men was + frightened by her tastes, and by her aplomb, her inoffensiveness in + freedom of manner and self-sufficiency—sign of purest breeding: and + by her easy, peerless vivacity, her proofs of descent from the blood of + Dan Merion—a wildish blood. The candour of the look of her eyes in + speaking, her power of looking forthright at men, and looking the thing + she spoke, and the play of her voluble lips, the significant repose of her + lips in silence, her weighing of the words he uttered, for a moment before + the prompt apposite reply, down to her simple quotation of Pat, alarmed + him; he did not ask himself why. His manly self was not intruded on his + cogitations. A mere eight hundred or thousand per annum had no place in + that midst. He beheld her quietly selecting the position of dignity to + suit her: an eminent military man, or statesman, or wealthy nobleman: she + had but to choose. A war would offer her the decorated soldier she wanted. + A war! Such are women of this kind! The thought revolted him, and pricked + his appetite for supper. He did service by Mrs. Pettigrew, to which lady + Miss Merion, as she said, promoted him, at the table, and then began to + refresh in person, standing. + </p> + <p> + 'Malkin! that's the fellow's name' he heard close at his ear. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sullivan Smith had drained a champagne-glass, bottle in hand, and was + priming the successor to it. He cocked his eye at Mr. Redworth's quick + stare. 'Malkin!' And now we'll see whether the interior of him is grey, or + black, or tabby, or tortoise-shell, or any other colour of the Malkin + breed.' + </p> + <p> + He explained to Mr. Redworth that he had summoned Mr. Malkin to answer to + him as a gentleman for calling Miss Merion a jilt. 'The man, sir, said in + my hearing, she jilted him, and that's to call the lady a jilt. There's + not a point of difference, not a shade. I overheard him. I happened by the + blessing of Providence to be by when he named her publicly jilt. And it's + enough that she's a lady to have me for her champion. The same if she had + been an Esquimaux squaw. I'll never live to hear a lady insulted.' + </p> + <p> + 'You don't mean to say you're the donkey to provoke a duel!' Mr. Redworth + burst out gruffly, through turkey and stuffing. + </p> + <p> + 'And an Irish lady, the young Beauty of Erin!' Mr. Sullivan Smith was + flowing on. He became frigid, he politely bowed: 'Two, sir, if you haven't + the grace to withdraw the offensive term before it cools and can't be + obliterated.' + </p> + <p> + 'Fiddle! and go to the deuce!' Mr. Redworth cried. + </p> + <p> + 'Would a soft slap o' the cheek persuade you, sir?' + </p> + <p> + 'Try it outside, and don't bother me with nonsense of that sort at my + supper. If I'm struck, I strike back. I keep my pistols for bandits and + law-breakers. Here,' said Mr. Redworth, better inspired as to the way of + treating an ultra of the isle; 'touch glasses: you're a gentleman, and + won't disturb good company. By-and-by.' + </p> + <p> + The pleasing prospect of by-and-by renewed in Mr. Sullivan Smith his + composure. They touched the foaming glasses: upon which, in a friendly + manner, Mr. Sullivan Smith proposed that they should go outside as soon as + Mr. Redworth had finished supper-quite finished supper: for the reason + that the term 'donkey' affixed to him was like a minster cap of + schooldays, ringing bells on his topknot, and also that it stuck in his + gizzard. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Redworth declared the term to be simply hypothetical. 'If you fight, + you're a donkey for doing it. But you won't fight.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I will fight.' + </p> + <p> + 'He won't fight.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then for the honour of your country you must. But I'd rather have him + first, for I haven't drunk with him, and it should be a case of necessity + to put a bullet or a couple of inches of steel through the man you've + drunk with. And what's in your favour, she danced with ye. She seemed to + take to ye, and the man she has the smallest sugar-melting for is sacred + if he's not sweet to me. If he retracts!' + </p> + <p> + 'Hypothetically, No.' + </p> + <p> + 'But supposititiously?' + </p> + <p> + 'Certainly.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then we grasp hands on it. It's Malkin or nothing!' said Mr. Sullivan + Smith, swinging his heel moodily to wander in search of the foe. How one + sane man could name another a donkey for fighting to clear an innocent + young lady's reputation, passed his rational conception. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin hastened to Mr. Redworth to have a talk over old schooldays and + fellows. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll tell you what,' said the civilian, 'There are Irishmen and Irishmen. + I've met cool heads and long heads among them, and you and I knew Jack + Derry, who was good at most things. But the burlesque Irishman can't be + caricatured. Nature strained herself in a 'fit of absurdity to produce + him, and all that Art can do is to copy.' + </p> + <p> + This was his prelude to an account of Mr. Sullivan Smith, whom, as a + specimen, he rejoiced to have met. + </p> + <p> + 'There's a chance of mischief,' said Sir Lukin. 'I know nothing of the man + he calls Malkin. I'll inquire presently.' + </p> + <p> + He talked of his prospects, and of the women. Fair ones, in his opinion, + besides Miss Merion were parading; he sketched two or three of his + partners with a broad brush of epithets. + </p> + <p> + 'It won't do for Miss Merion's name to be mixed up in a duel,' said + Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Not if she's to make her fortune in England,' said Sir Lukin. 'It's + probably all smoke.' + </p> + <p> + The remark had hardly escaped him when a wreath of metaphorical smoke, and + fire, and no mean report, startled the company of supping gentlemen. At + the pitch of his voice, Mr. Sullivan Smith denounced Mr. Malkin in + presence for a cur masquerading as a cat. + </p> + <p> + 'And that is not the scoundrel's prime offence. For what d' ye think? He + trumps up an engagement to dance with a beautiful lady, and because she + can't remember, binds her to an oath for a dance to come, and then, + holding her prisoner to 'm, he sulks, the dirty dogcat goes and sulks, and + he won't dance and won't do anything but screech up in corners that he's + jilted. He said the word. Dozens of gentlemen heard the word. And I demand + an apology of Misterr Malkin—or...! And none of your guerrier + nodding and bravado, Mister Malkin, at me, if you please. The case is for + settlement between gentlemen.' + </p> + <p> + The harassed gentleman of the name of Malkin, driven to extremity by the + worrying, stood in braced preparation for the English attitude of defence. + His tormentor drew closer to him. + </p> + <p> + 'Mind, I give you warning, if you lay a finger on me I'll knock you down,' + said he. + </p> + <p> + Most joyfully Mr. Sullivan Smith uttered a low melodious cry. 'For a + specimen of manners, in an assembly of ladies and gentlemen... I ask ye!' + he addressed the ring about him, to put his adversary entirely in the + wrong before provoking the act of war. And then, as one intending gently + to remonstrate, he was on the point of stretching out his finger to the + shoulder of Mr. Malkin, when Redworth seized his arm, saying: 'I 'm your + man: me first: you're due to me.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sullivan Smith beheld the vanishing of his foe in a cloud of faces. + Now was he wroth on patently reasonable grounds. He threatened Saxondom. + Man up, man down, he challenged the race of short-legged, thickset, + wooden-gated curmudgeons: and let it be pugilism if their white livers + shivered at the notion of powder and ball. Redworth, in the struggle to + haul him away, received a blow from him. 'And you've got it! you would + have it!' roared the Celt. + </p> + <p> + 'Excuse yourself to the company for a misdirected effort,' Redworth said; + and he observed generally: 'No Irish gentleman strikes a blow in good + company.' + </p> + <p> + 'But that's true as Writ! And I offer excuses—if you'll come along + with me and a couple of friends. The thing has been done before by + torchlight—and neatly.' + </p> + <p> + 'Come along, and come alone,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + A way was cleared for them. Sir Lukin hurried up to Redworth, who had no + doubt of his ability to manage Mr. Sullivan Smith. + </p> + <p> + He managed that fine-hearted but purely sensational fellow so well that + Lady Dunstane and Diana, after hearing in some anxiety of the hubbub + below, beheld them entering the long saloon amicably, with the nods and + looks of gentlemen quietly accordant. + </p> + <p> + A little later, Lady Dunstane questioned Redworth, and he smoothed her + apprehensions, delivering himself, much to her comfort, thus: 'In no case + would any lady's name have been raised. The whole affair was nonsensical. + He's a capital fellow of a kind, capable of behaving like a man of the + world and a gentleman. Only he has, or thinks he has, like lots of his + countrymen, a raw wound—something that itches to be grazed. + Champagne on that!... Irishmen, as far as I have seen of them, are, like + horses, bundles of nerves; and you must manage them, as you do with all + nervous creatures, with firmness, but good temper. You must never get into + a fury of the nerves yourself with them. Spur and whip they don't want; + they'll be off with you in a jiffy if you try it. + </p> + <p> + They want the bridle-rein. That seems to me the secret of Irish character. + We English are not bad horsemen. It's a wonder we blunder so in our + management of such a people.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wish you were in a position to put your method to the proof,' said she. + </p> + <p> + He shrugged. 'There's little chance of it!' + </p> + <p> + To reward him for his practical discretion, she contrived that Diana + should give him a final dance; and the beautiful gill smiled quickly + responsive to his appeal. He was, moreover, sensible in her look and + speech that he had advanced in her consideration to be no longer the mere + spinning stick, a young lady's partner. By which he humbly understood that + her friend approved him. A gentle delirium enfolded his brain. A + householder's life is often begun on eight hundred a year: on less: on + much less:—sometimes on nothing but resolution to make a fitting + income, carving out a fortune. Eight hundred may stand as a superior + basis. That sum is a distinct point of vantage. If it does not mean a + carriage and Parisian millinery and a station for one of the stars of + society, it means at any rate security; and then, the heart of the man + being strong and sound... + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' he replied to her, 'I like my experience of Ireland and the Irish; + and better than I thought I should. St. George's Channel ought to be + crossed oftener by both of us.' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm always glad of the signal,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + He had implied the people of the two islands. He allowed her + interpretation to remain personal, for the sake of a creeping + deliciousness that it carried through his blood. + </p> + <p> + 'Shall you soon be returning to England?' he ventured to ask. + </p> + <p> + 'I am Lady Dunstane's guest for some months.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you will. Sir Lukin has an estate in Surrey. He talks of quitting + the Service.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't believe it!' + </p> + <p> + His thrilled blood was chilled. She entertained a sentiment amounting to + adoration for the profession of arms! + </p> + <p> + Gallantly had the veteran General and Hero held on into the night, that + the festivity might not be dashed by his departure; perhaps, to a certain + degree, to prolong his enjoyment of a flattering scene. At last Sir Lukin + had the word from him, and came to his wife. Diana slipped across the + floor to her accommodating chaperon, whom, for the sake of another five + minutes with her beloved Emma, she very agreeably persuaded to walk in the + train of Lord Larrian, and forth they trooped down a pathway of nodding + heads and curtsies, resembling oak and birch-trees under a tempered gale, + even to the shedding of leaves, for here a turban was picked up by Sir + Lukin, there a jewelled ear-ring by the self-constituted attendant, Mr. + Thomas Redworth. At the portico rang a wakening cheer, really worth + hearing. The rain it rained, and hats were formless,' as in the first + conception of the edifice, backs were damp, boots liquidly musical, the + pipe of consolation smoked with difficulty, with much pulling at the stem, + but the cheer arose magnificently, and multiplied itself, touching at the + same moment the heavens and Diana's heart-at least, drawing them together; + for she felt exalted, enraptured, as proud of her countrymen as of their + hero. + </p> + <p> + 'That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial!' she heard Mr. + Redworth say, behind her. + </p> + <p> + She turned and sent one of her brilliant glances flying over him, in + gratitude for a timely word well said. And she never forgot the remark, + nor he the look. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0004" id="link2HCH0004"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IV. CONTAINING HINTS OF DIANA'S EXPERIENCES AND OF WHAT THEY LED + TO + </h2> + <p> + A fortnight after this memorable Ball the principal actors of both sexes + had crossed the Channel back to England, and old Ireland was left to her + rains from above and her undrained bogs below; her physical and her mental + vapours; her ailments and her bog-bred doctors; as to whom the governing + country trusted they would be silent or discourse humorously. + </p> + <p> + The residence of Sir Lukin Dunstane, in the county of Surrey, inherited by + him during his recent term of Indian services, was on the hills, where a + day of Italian sky, or better, a day of our breezy South-west, washed from + the showery night, gives distantly a tower to view, and a murky web, not + without colour: the ever-flying banner of the metropolis, the smoke of the + city's chimneys, if you prefer plain language. At a first inspection of + the house, Lady Dunstane did not like it, and it was advertized to be let, + and the auctioneer proclaimed it in his dialect. Her taste was delicate; + she had the sensitiveness of an invalid: twice she read the stalking + advertizement of the attractions of Copsley, and hearing Diana call it + 'the plush of speech,' she shuddered; she decided that a place where her + husband's family had lived ought not to stand forth meretriciously + spangled and daubed, like a show-booth at a fair, for a bait; though the + grandiloquent man of advertizing letters assured Sir Lukin that a public + agape for the big and gaudy mouthful is in no milder way to be caught; as + it is apparently the case. She withdrew the trumpeting placard. Retract we + likewise 'banner of the metropolis.' That plush of speech haunts all + efforts to swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic. + </p> + <p> + Yet Lady Dunstane herself could name the bank of smoke, when looking + North-eastward from her summerhouse, the flag of London: and she was a + person of the critical mind, well able to distinguish between the simple + metaphor and the superobese. A year of habitation induced her to conceal + her dislike of the place in love: cat's love, she owned. Here, she + confessed to Diana, she would wish to live to her end. It seemed remote, + where an invigorating upper air gave new bloom to her cheeks; but she kept + one secret from her friend. + </p> + <p> + Copsley was an estate of nearly twelve hundred acres, extending across the + ridge of the hills to the slopes North and South. Seven counties rolled + their backs under this commanding height, and it would have tasked a + pigeon to fly within an hour the stretch of country visible at the Copsley + windows. Sunrise to right, sunset leftward, the borders of the grounds + held both flaming horizons. So much of the heavens and of earth is rarely + granted to a dwelling. The drawback was the structure, which had no charm, + scarce a face. 'It is written that I should live in barracks,' Lady + Dunstane said. The colour of it taught white to impose a sense of gloom. + Her cat's love of the familiar inside corners was never able to embrace + the outer walls. Her sensitiveness, too, was racked by the presentation of + so pitiably ugly a figure to the landscape. She likened it to a + coarse-featured country wench, whose cleaning and decorating of her + countenance makes complexion grin and ruggedness yawn. Dirty, dilapidated, + hung with weeds and parasites, it would have been more tolerable. She + tried the effect of various creepers, and they were as a staring paint. + What it was like then, she had no heart to say. + </p> + <p> + One may, however, fall on a pleasurable resignation in accepting great + indemnities, as Diana bade her believe, when the first disgust began to + ebb. 'A good hundred over there would think it a Paradise for an asylum': + she signified London. Her friend bore such reminders meekly. They were + readers of books of all sorts, political, philosophical, economical, + romantic; and they mixed the diverse readings in thought, after the + fashion of the ardently youthful. Romance affected politics, transformed + economy, irradiated philosophy. They discussed the knotty question, Why + things were not done, the things being confessedly to do; and they cut the + knot: Men, men calling themselves statesmen, declined to perform that + operation, because, forsooth, other men objected to have it performed on + them. And common humanity declared it to be for the common weal! If so, + then it is clearly indicated as a course of action: we shut our eyes + against logic and the vaunted laws of economy. They are the knot we cut; + or would cut, had we the sword. Diana did it to the tune of Garryowen or + Planxty Kelly. O for a despot! The cry was for a beneficent despot, + naturally: a large-minded benevolent despot. In short, a despot to obey + their bidding. Thoughtful young people who think through the heart soon + come to this conclusion. The heart is the beneficent despot they would be. + He cures those miseries; he creates the novel harmony. He sees all + difficulties through his own sanguine hues. He is the musical poet of the + problem, demanding merely to have it solved that he may sing: clear proof + of the necessity for solving it immediately. + </p> + <p> + Thus far in their pursuit of methods for the government of a nation, to + make it happy, Diana was leader. Her fine ardour and resonance, and more + than the convincing ring of her voice, the girl's impassioned rapidity in + rushing through any perceptible avenue of the labyrinth, or beating down + obstacles to form one, and coming swiftly to some solution, constituted + her the chief of the pair of democratic rebels in questions that clamoured + for instant solution. By dint of reading solid writers, using the brains + they possessed, it was revealed to them gradually that their particular + impatience came perhaps of the most earnest desire to get to a comfortable + termination of the inquiry: the heart aching for mankind sought a nest for + itself. At this point Lady Dunstane took the lead. Diana had to be tugged + to follow. She could not accept a 'perhaps' that cast dubiousness on her + disinterested championship. She protested a perfect certainty of the + single aim of her heart outward. But she reflected. She discovered that + her friend had gone ahead of her. + </p> + <p> + The discovery was reached, and even acknowledged, before she could + persuade herself to swallow the repulsive truth. O self! self! self! are + we eternally masking in a domino that reveals your hideous old face when + we could be most positive we had escaped you? Eternally! the desolating + answer knelled. Nevertheless the poor, the starving, the overtaxed in + labour, they have a right to the cry of Now! now! They have; and if a cry + could conduct us to the secret of aiding, healing, feeding, elevating + them, we might swell the cry. As it is, we must lay it on our wits + patiently to track and find the secret; and meantime do what the + individual with his poor pittance can. A miserable contribution! sighed + the girl. Old Self was perceived in the sigh. She was haunted. + </p> + <p> + After all, one must live one's life. Placing her on a lower pedestal in + her self-esteem, the philosophy of youth revived her; and if the abatement + of her personal pride was dispiriting, she began to see an advantage in + getting inward eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'It's infinitely better I should know it, Emmy—I'm a reptile! + Pleasure here, pleasure there, I'm always thinking of pleasure. I shall + give up thinking and take to drifting. Neither of us can do more than open + purses; and mine's lean. If the old Crossways had no tenant, it would be a + purse all mouth. And charity is haunted, like everything we do. Only I say + with my whole strength yes, I am sure, in spite of the men professing that + they are practical, the rich will not move without a goad. I have and hold—you + shall hunger and covet, until you are strong enough to force my hand:—that + 's the speech of the wealthy. And they are Christians. In name. Well, I + thank heaven I'm at war, with myself.' + </p> + <p> + 'You always manage to strike out a sentence worth remembering, Tony,' said + Lady Dunstane. 'At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can + have.' + </p> + <p> + It suited her, frail as her health was, and her wisdom striving to the + spiritual of happiness. War with herself was far from happiness in the + bosom of Diana. She wanted external life, action, fields for energies, to + vary the struggle. It fretted and rendered her ill at ease. In her + solitary rides with Sir Lukin through a long winter season, she appalled + that excellent but conventionally-minded gentleman by starting, nay + supporting, theories next to profane in the consideration of a land-owner. + She spoke of Reform: of the Repeal of the Corn Laws as the simple + beginning of the grants due to the people. She had her ideas, of course, + from that fellow Redworth, an occasional visitor at Copsley; and a man + might be a donkey and think what he pleased, since he had a vocabulary to + back his opinions. A woman, Sir Lukin held, was by nature a mute in + politics. Of the thing called a Radical woman, he could not believe that + she was less than monstrous: 'with a nose,' he said; and doubtless, horse + teeth, hatchet jaws, slatternly in the gown, slipshod, awful. As for a + girl, an unmarried, handsome girl, admittedly beautiful, her + interjections, echoing a man, were ridiculous, and not a little annoying + now and them, for she could be piercingly sarcastic. Her vocabulary in + irony was a quiverful. He admired her and liked her immensely; complaining + only of her turn for unfeminine topics. He pardoned her on the score of + the petty difference rankling between them in reference to his abandonment + of his Profession, for here she was patriotically wrong-headed. Everybody + knew that he had sold out in order to look after his estates of Copsley + and Dunena, secondly: and in the first place, to nurse and be a companion + to his wife. He had left her but four times in five months; he had spent + just three weeks of that time away from her in London. No one could doubt + of his having kept his pledge, although his wife occupied herself with + books and notions and subjects foreign to his taste—his + understanding, too, he owned. And Redworth had approved of his retirement, + had a contempt for soldiering. 'Quite as great as yours for civilians, I + can tell you,' Sir Lukin said, dashing out of politics to the vexatious + personal subject. Her unexpressed disdain was ruffling. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Redworth recommends work: he respects the working soldier,' said + Diana. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin exclaimed that he had been a working soldier; he was ready to + serve if his country wanted him. He directed her to anathematize Peace, + instead of scorning a fellow for doing the duties next about him: and the + mention of Peace fetched him at a bound back to politics. He quoted a + distinguished Tory orator, to the effect, that any lengthened term of + peace bred maggots in the heads of the people. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Redworth spoke of it: he translated something from Aristophanes for a + retort,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, we're friends, eh?' Sir Lukin put forth a hand. + </p> + <p> + She looked at him surprised at the unnecessary call for a show, of + friendship; she touched his hand with two tips of her fingers, remarking, + 'I should think so, indeed.' + </p> + <p> + He deemed it prudent to hint to his wife that Diana Merion appeared to be + meditating upon Mr. Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'That is a serious misfortune, if true,' said Lady Dunstane. She thought + so for two reasons: Mr. Redworth generally disagreed in opinion with + Diana, and contradicted her so flatly as to produce the impression of his + not even sharing the popular admiration of her beauty; and, further, she + hoped for Diana to make a splendid marriage. The nibbles threatened to be + snaps and bites. There had been a proposal, in an epistle, a quaint + effusion, from a gentleman avowing that he had seen her, and had not + danced with her on the night of the Irish ball. He was rejected, but Diana + groaned over the task of replying to the unfortunate applicant, so as not + to wound him. 'Shall I have to do this often, I wonder?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Unless you capitulate,' said her friend. + </p> + <p> + Diana's exclamation: 'May I be heart-free for another ten years!' + encouraged Lady Dunstane to suppose her husband quite mistaken. + </p> + <p> + In the Spring Diana, went on a first pilgrimage to her old home, The + Crossways, and was kindly entertained by the uncle and aunt of a treasured + nephew, Mr. Augustus Warwick. She rode with him on the Downs. A visit of a + week humanized her view of the intruders. She wrote almost tenderly of her + host and hostess to Lady Dunstane; they had but 'the one fault—of + spoiling their nephew.' Him she described as a 'gentlemanly official,' a + picture of him. His age was thirty-four. He seemed 'fond of her scenery.' + Then her pen swept over the Downs like a flying horse. Lady Dunstane + thought no more of the gentlemanly official. He was a barrister who did + not practise: in nothing the man for Diana. Letters came from the house of + the Pettigrews in Kent; from London; from Halford Manor in Hertfordshire; + from Lockton Grange in Lincolnshire: after which they ceased to be the + thrice weekly; and reading the latest of them, Lady Dunstane imagined a + flustered quill. The letter succeeding the omission contained no excuse, + and it was brief. There was a strange interjection, as to the wearifulness + of constantly wandering, like a leaf off the tree. Diana spoke of looking + for a return of the dear winter days at Copsley. That was her station. + Either she must have had some disturbing experience, or Copsley was dear + for a Redworth reason, thought the anxious peruser; musing, dreaming, + putting together divers shreds of correspondence and testing them with her + intimate knowledge of Diana's character, Lady Dunstane conceived that the + unprotected beautiful girl had suffered a persecution, it might be an + insult. She spelt over the names of the guests at the houses. Lord + Wroxeter was of evil report: Captain Rampan, a Turf captain, had the like + notoriety. And it is impossible in a great house for the hostess to spread + her aegis to cover every dame and damsel present. She has to depend on the + women being discreet, the men civilized. + </p> + <p> + 'How brutal men can be!' was one of Diana's incidental remarks, in a + subsequent letter, relating simply to masculine habits. In those days the + famous ancestral plea of 'the passion for his charmer' had not been + altogether socially quashed down among the provinces, where the bottle + maintained a sort of sway, and the beauty which inflamed the sons of men + was held to be in coy expectation of violent effects upon their boiling + blood. There were, one hears that there still are, remnants of the + pristine male, who, if resisted in their suing, conclude that they are + scorned, and it infuriates them: some also whose 'passion for the charmer' + is an instinct to pull down the standard of the sex, by a bully imposition + of sheer physical ascendancy, whenever they see it flying with an air of + gallant independence: and some who dedicate their lives to a study of the + arts of the Lord Of Reptiles, until they have worked the crisis for a + display of him in person. Assault or siege, they have achieved their + triumphs; they have dominated a frailer system of nerves, and a young + woman without father, or brother, or husband, to defend her, is cryingly a + weak one, therefore inviting to such an order of heroes. Lady Dunstane was + quick-witted and had a talkative husband; she knew a little of the upper + social world of her time. She was heartily glad to have Diana by her side + again. + </p> + <p> + Not a word of any serious experience was uttered. Only on one occasion + while they conversed, something being mentioned of her tolerance, a flush + of swarthy crimson shot over Diana, and she frowned, with the outcry 'Oh! + I have discovered that I can be a tigress!' + </p> + <p> + Her friend pressed her hand, saying, 'The cause a good one!' + </p> + <p> + 'Women have to fight.' + </p> + <p> + Diana said no more. There had been a bad experience of her isolated + position in the world. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane now indulged a partial hope that Mr. Redworth might see in + this unprotected beautiful girl a person worthy of his esteem. He had his + opportunities, and evidently he liked her. She appeared to take more + cordially to him. She valued the sterling nature of the man. But they were + a hopeless couple, they were so friendly. Both ladies noticed in him an + abstractedness of look, often when conversing, as of a man in calculation; + they put it down to an ambitious mind. Yet Diana said then, and said + always, that it was he who had first taught her the art of observing. On + the whole, the brilliant marriage seemed a fairer prospect for her; how + reasonable to anticipate, Lady Dunstane often thought when admiring the + advance of Diana's beauty in queenliness, for never did woman carry her + head more grandly, more thrillingly make her presence felt; and if only + she had been an actress showing herself nightly on a London stage, she + would before now have met the superb appreciation, melancholy to reflect + upon! + </p> + <p> + Diana regained her happy composure at Copsley. She had, as she imagined, + no ambition. The dulness of the place conveyed a charm to a nature + recovering from disturbance to its clear smooth flow. Air, light, books, + and her friend, these good things she had; they were all she wanted. She + rode, she walked, with Sir Lukin or Mr. Redworth, for companion; or with + Saturday and Sunday guests, Lord Larrian, her declared admirer, among + them. 'Twenty years younger!' he said to her, shrugging, with a merry + smile drawn a little at the corners to sober sourness; and she vowed to + her friend that she would not have had the heart to refuse him. 'Though,' + said she, 'speaking generally, I cannot tell you what a foreign animal a + husband would appear in my kingdom.' Her experience had wakened a sexual + aversion, of some slight kind, enough to make her feminine pride stipulate + for perfect independence, that she might have the calm out of which + imagination spreads wing. Imagination had become her broader life, and on + such an earth, under such skies, a husband who is not the fountain of it, + certainly is a foreign animal: he is a discordant note. He contracts the + ethereal world, deadens radiancy. He is gross fact, a leash, a muzzle, + harness, a hood; whatever is detestable to the free limbs and senses. It + amused Lady Dunstane to hear Diana say, one evening when their + conversation fell by hazard on her future, that the idea of a convent was + more welcome to her than the most splendid marriage. 'For,' she added, 'as + I am sure I shall never know anything of this love they rattle about and + rave about, I shall do well to keep to my good single path; and I have a + warning within me that a step out of it will be a wrong one—for me, + dearest!' + </p> + <p> + She wished her view of the yoke to be considered purely personal, drawn + from no examples and comparisons. The excellent Sir Lukin was passing a + great deal of his time in London. His wife had not a word of blame for + him; he was a respectful husband, and attentive when present; but so + uncertain, owing to the sudden pressure of engagements, that Diana, bound + on a second visit to The Crossways, doubted whether she would be able to + quit her friend, whose condition did not allow of her being left solitary + at Copsley. He came nevertheless a day before Diana's appointed departure + on her round of visits. She was pleased with him, and let him see it, for + the encouragement of a husband in the observance of his duties. One of the + horses had fallen lame, so they went out for a walk, at Lady Dunstane's + request. It was a delicious afternoon of Spring, with the full red disk of + sun dropping behind the brown beech-twigs. She remembered long afterward + the sweet simpleness of her feelings as she took in the scent of wild + flowers along the lanes and entered the woods jaws of another monstrous + and blackening experience. He fell into the sentimental vein, and a man + coming from that heated London life to these glorified woods, might be + excused for doing so, though it sounded to her just a little ludicrous in + him. She played tolerantly second to it; she quoted a snatch of poetry, + and his whole face was bent to her, with the petition that she would + repeat the verse. Much struck was this giant ex-dragoon. Ah! how fine! + grand! He would rather hear that than any opera: it was diviner! 'Yes, the + best poetry is,' she assented. 'On your lips,' he said. She laughed. 'I am + not a particularly melodious reciter.' He vowed he could listen to her + eternally, eternally. His face, on a screw of the neck and shoulders, was + now perpetually three-quarters fronting. Ah! she was going to leave. 'Yes, + and you will find my return quite early enough,' said Diana, stepping a + trifle more briskly. His fist was raised on the length of the arm, as if + in invocation. 'Not in the whole of London is there a woman worthy to + fasten your shoe-buckles! My oath on it! I look; I can't spy one.' Such + was his flattering eloquence. + </p> + <p> + She told him not to think it necessary to pay her compliments. 'And here, + of all places!' They were in the heart of the woods. She found her hand + seized—her waist. Even then, so impossible is it to conceive the + unimaginable even when the apparition of it smites us, she expected some + protesting absurdity, or that he had seen something in her path.—What + did she hear? And from her friend's husband! + </p> + <p> + If stricken idiotic, he was a gentleman; the tigress she had detected in + her composition did not require to be called forth; half-a-dozen words, + direct, sharp as fangs and teeth, with the eyes burning over them, + sufficed for the work of defence. 'The man who swore loyalty to Emma!' Her + reproachful repulsion of eyes was unmistakeable, withering; as masterful + as a superior force on his muscles.—What thing had he been taking + her for?—She asked it within: and he of himself, in a reflective + gasp. Those eyes of hers appeared as in a cloud, with the wrath above: she + had: the look of a Goddess in anger. He stammered, pleaded across her + flying shoulder—Oh! horrible, loathsome, pitiable to hear!... 'A + momentary aberration... her beauty... he deserved to be shot!... could not + help admiring... quite lost his head.. on his honour! never again!' + </p> + <p> + Once in the roadway, and Copsley visible, she checked her arrowy pace for + breath, and almost commiserated the dejected wretch in her thankfulness to + him for silence. Nothing exonerated him, but at least he had the grace not + to beg secresy. That would have been an intolerable whine of a poltroon, + adding to her humiliation. He abstained; he stood at her mercy without + appealing. + </p> + <p> + She was not the woman to take poor vengeance. But, Oh! she was profoundly + humiliated, shamed through and through. The question, was I guilty of any + lightness—anything to bring this on me? would not be laid. And how + she pitied her friend! This house, her heart's home, was now a wreck to + her: nay, worse, a hostile citadel. The burden of the task of meeting Emma + with an open face, crushed her like very guilt. Yet she succeeded. After + an hour in her bedchamber she managed to lock up her heart and summon the + sprite of acting to her tongue and features: which ready attendant on the + suffering female host performed his liveliest throughout the evening, to + Emma's amusement, and to the culprit ex-dragoon's astonishment; in whom, + to tell the truth of him, her sparkle and fun kindled the sense of his + being less criminal than he had supposed, with a dim vision of himself as + the real proven donkey for not having been a harmless dash more so. But, + to be just as well as penetrating, this was only the effect of her + personal charm on his nature. So it spurred him a moment, when it struck + this doleful man that to have secured one kiss of those fresh and witty + sparkling lips he would endure forfeits, pangs, anything save the hanging + of his culprit's head before his Emma. Reflection washed him clean. + Secresy is not a medical restorative, by no means a good thing for the + baffled amorously-adventurous cavalier, unless the lady's character shall + have been firmly established in or over his hazy wagging noddle. + Reflection informed him that the honourable, generous, proud girl spared + him for the sake of the house she loved. After a night of tossing, he rose + right heartily repentant. He showed it in the best manner, not + dramatically. On her accepting his offer to drive her down to the valley + to meet the coach, a genuine illumination of pure gratitude made a better + man of him, both to look at and in feeling. She did not hesitate to + consent; and he had half expected a refusal. She talked on the way quite + as usual, cheerfully, if not altogether so spiritedly. A flash of her + matchless wit now and then reduced him to that abject state of man beside + the fair person he has treated high cavalierly, which one craves + permission to describe as pulp. He was utterly beaten. + </p> + <p> + The sight of Redworth on the valley road was a relief to them both. He had + slept in one of the houses of the valley, and spoke of having had the + intention to mount to Copsley. Sir Lukin proposed to drive him back. He + glanced at Diana, still with that calculating abstract air of his; and he + was rallied. He confessed to being absorbed in railways, the new lines of + railways projected to thread the land and fast mapping it. + </p> + <p> + 'You 've not embarked money in them?' said Sir Lukin. + </p> + <p> + The answer was: 'I have; all I possess.' And Redworth for a sharp instant + set his eyes on Diana, indifferent to Sir Lukin's bellow of stupefaction + at such gambling on the part of a prudent fellow. + </p> + <p> + He asked her where she was to be met, where written to, during the Summer, + in case of his wishing to send her news. + </p> + <p> + She replied: 'Copsley will be the surest. I am always in communication + with Lady Dunstane.' She coloured deeply. The recollection of the change + of her feeling for Copsley suffused her maiden mind. + </p> + <p> + The strange blush prompted an impulse in Redworth to speak to her at once + of his venture in railways. But what would she understand of them, as + connected with the mighty stake he was playing for? He delayed. The coach + came at a trot of the horses, admired by Sir Lukin, round a corner. She + entered it, her maid followed, the door banged, the horses trotted. She + was off. + </p> + <p> + Her destiny of the Crossways tied a knot, barred a gate, and pointed to a + new direction of the road on that fine spring morning, when beech-buds + were near the burst, cowslips yellowed the meadow-flats, and skylarks + quivered upward. + </p> + <p> + For many long years Redworth had in his memory, for a comment on + procrastination and excessive scrupulousness in his calculating faculty, + the blue back of a coach. + </p> + <p> + He declined the vacated place beside Sir Lukin, promising to come and + spend a couple of days at Copsley in a fortnight—Saturday week. He + wanted, he said, to have a talk with Lady Dunstane. Evidently he had + railways on the brain, and Sir Lukin warned his wife to be guarded against + the speculative mania, and advise the man, if she could. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0005" id="link2HCH0005"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER V. CONCERNING THE SCRUPULOUS GENTLEMAN WHO CAME TOO LATE + </h2> + <p> + On the Saturday of his appointment Redworth arrived at Copsley, with a + shade deeper of the calculating look under his thick brows, habitual to + him latterly. He found Lady Dunstane at her desk, pen in hand, the paper + untouched; and there was an appearance of trouble about her somewhat + resembling his own, as he would have observed, had he been open-minded + enough to notice anything, except that she was writing a letter. He begged + her to continue it; he proposed to read a book till she was at leisure. + </p> + <p> + 'I have to write, and scarcely know how,' said she, clearing her face to + make the guest at home, and taking a chair by the fire, 'I would rather + chat for half an hour.' + </p> + <p> + She spoke of the weather, frosty, but tonic; bad for the last days of + hunting, good for the farmer and the country, let us hope. + </p> + <p> + Redworth nodded assent. It might be surmised that he was brooding over + those railways, in which he had embarked his fortune. Ah! those railways! + She was not long coming to the wailful exclamation upon them, both to + express her personal sorrow at the disfigurement of our dear England, and + lead to a little, modest, offering of a woman's counsel to the rash + adventurer; for thus could she serviceably put aside her perplexity + awhile. Those railways! When would there be peace in the land? Where one + single nook of shelter and escape from them! And the English, blunt as + their senses are to noise and hubbub, would be revelling in hisses, + shrieks, puffings and screeches, so that travelling would become an + intolerable affliction. 'I speak rather as an invalid,' she admitted; 'I + conjure up all sorts of horrors, the whistle in the night beneath one's + windows, and the smoke of trains defacing the landscape; hideous accidents + too. They will be wholesale and past help. Imagine a collision! I have + borne many changes with equanimity, I pretend to a certain degree of + philosophy, but this mania for cutting up the land does really cause me to + pity those who are to follow us. They will not see the England we have + seen. It will be patched and scored, disfigured... a sort of barbarous + Maori visage—England in a New Zealand mask. You may call it the + sentimental view. In this case, I am decidedly sentimental: I love my + country. I do love quiet, rural England. Well, and I love beauty, I love + simplicity. All that will be destroyed by the refuse of the towns flooding + the land—barring accidents, as Lukin says. There seems nothing else + to save us.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth acquiesced. 'Nothing.' + </p> + <p> + 'And you do not regret it?' he was asked. + </p> + <p> + 'Not a bit. We have already exchanged opinions on the subject. Simplicity + must go, and the townsman meet his equal in the countryman. As for beauty, + I would sacrifice that to circulate gumption. A bushelful of nonsense is + talked pro and con: it always is at an innovation. What we are now doing, + is to take a longer and a quicker stride, that is all.' + </p> + <p> + 'And establishing a new field for the speculator.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, and I am one, and this is the matter I wanted to discuss with you, + Lady Dunstane,' said Redworth, bending forward, the whole man devoted to + the point of business. + </p> + <p> + She declared she was complimented; she felt the compliment, and trusted + her advice might be useful, faintly remarking that she had a woman's head: + and 'not less' was implied as much as 'not more,' in order to give + strength to her prospective opposition. + </p> + <p> + All his money, she heard, was down on the railway table. He might within a + year have a tolerable fortune: and, of course, he might be ruined. He did + not expect it; still he fronted the risks. 'And now,' said he, 'I come to + you for counsel. I am not held among my acquaintances to be a marrying + man, as it's called.' + </p> + <p> + He paused. Lady Dunstane thought it an occasion to praise him for his + considerateness. + </p> + <p> + 'You involve no one but yourself, you mean?' Her eyes shed approval. + 'Still the day may come... I say only that it may: and the wish to marry + is a rosy colouring... equal to a flying chariot in conducting us across + difficulties and obstructions to the deed. And then one may have to regret + a previous rashness.' + </p> + <p> + These practical men are sometimes obtuse: she dwelt on that vision of the + future. + </p> + <p> + He listened, and resumed: 'My view of marriage is, that no man should ask + a woman to be his wife unless he is well able to support her in the + comforts, not to say luxuries, she is accustomed to.' His gaze had + wandered to the desk; it fixed there. 'That is Miss Merion's writing,' he + said. + </p> + <p> + 'The letter?' said Lady Dunstane, and she stretched out her hand to press + down a leaf of it. 'Yes; it is from her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is she quite well?' + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose she is. She does not speak of her health.' + </p> + <p> + He looked pertinaciously in the direction of the letter, and it was not + rightly mannered. That letter, of all others, was covert and sacred to the + friend. It contained the weightiest of secrets. + </p> + <p> + 'I have not written to her,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + He was astonishing: 'To whom? To Diana? You could very well have done so, + only I fancy she knows nothing, has never given a thought to railway + stocks and shares; she has a loathing for speculation.' + </p> + <p> + 'And speculators too, I dare say!' + </p> + <p> + 'It is extremely probable.' Lady Dunstane spoke with an emphasis, for the + man liked Diana, and would be moved by the idea of forfeiting her esteem. + </p> + <p> + 'She might blame me if I did anything dishonourable!' + </p> + <p> + 'She certainly would.' + </p> + <p> + 'She will have no cause.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane began to look, as at a cloud charged with remote explosions: + and still for the moment she was unsuspecting. But it was a flitting + moment. When he went on, and very singularly droning to her ear: 'The more + a man loves a woman, the more he should be positive, before asking her, + that she will not have to consent to a loss of position, and I would + rather lose her than fail to give her all—not be sure, as far as a + man can be sure, of giving her all I think she's worthy of': then the + cloud shot a lightning flash, and the doors of her understanding swung + wide to the entry of a great wonderment. A shock of pain succeeded it. Her + sympathy was roused so acutely that she slipped over the reflective rebuke + she would have addressed to her silly delusion concerning his purpose in + speaking of his affairs to a woman. Though he did not mention Diana by + name, Diana was clearly the person. And why had he delayed to speak to + her?—Because of this venture of his money to make him a fortune, for + the assurance of her future comfort! Here was the best of men for the + girl, not displeasing to her; a good, strong, trustworthy man, pleasant to + hear and to see, only erring in being a trifle too scrupulous in love: and + a fortnight back she would have imagined he had no chance; and now she + knew that the chance was excellent in those days, with this revelation in + Diana's letter, which said that all chance was over. + </p> + <p> + 'The courtship of a woman,' he droned away, 'is in my mind not fair to her + until a man has to the full enough to sanction his asking her to marry + him. And if he throws all he possesses on a stake... to win her—give + her what she has a right to claim, he ought.... Only at present the + prospect seems good.... He ought of course to wait. Well, the value of the + stock I hold has doubled, and it increases. I am a careful watcher of the + market. I have friends—brokers and railway Directors. I can rely on + them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Pray,' interposed Lady Dunstane, 'specify—I am rather in a mist—the + exact point upon which you do me the honour to consult me.' She ridiculed + herself for having imagined that such a man would come to consult her upon + a point of business. + </p> + <p> + 'It is,' he replied, 'this: whether, as affairs now stand with me—I + have an income from my office, and personal property... say between + thirteen and fourteen hundred a year to start with—whether you think + me justified in asking a lady to share my lot?' + </p> + <p> + 'Why not? But will you name the lady?' + </p> + <p> + 'Then I may write at once? In your judgement.... Yes, the lady. I have not + named her. I had no right. Besides, the general question first, in + fairness to the petitioner. You might reasonably stipulate for more for a + friend. She could make a match, as you have said...' he muttered of + 'brilliant,' and 'the highest'; and his humbleness of the honest man + enamoured touched Lady Dunstane. She saw him now as the man of strength + that she would have selected from a thousand suitors to guide her dear + friend. + </p> + <p> + She caught at a straw: 'Tell me, it is not Diana?' + </p> + <p> + 'Diana Merion!' + </p> + <p> + As soon as he had said it he perceived pity, and he drew himself tight for + the stroke. 'She's in love with some one?' + </p> + <p> + 'She is engaged.' + </p> + <p> + He bore it well. He was a big-chested fellow, and that excruciating twist + within of the revolution of the wheels of the brain snapping their course + to grind the contrary to that of the heart, was revealed in one short lift + and gasp, a compression of the tremendous change he underwent. + </p> + <p> + 'Why did you not speak before?' said Lady Dunstane. Her words were + tremulous. + </p> + <p> + 'I should have had no justification!' + </p> + <p> + 'You might have won her!' She could have wept; her sympathy and her + self-condolence under disappointment at Diana's conduct joined to swell + the feminine flood. + </p> + <p> + The poor fellow's quick breathing and blinking reminded her of cruelty in + a retrospect. She generalized, to ease her spirit of regret, by hinting it + without hurting: 'Women really are not puppets. They are not so + excessively luxurious. It is good for young women in the early days of + marriage to rough it a little.' She found herself droning, as he had done. + </p> + <p> + He had ears for nothing but the fact. + </p> + <p> + 'Then I am too late!' + </p> + <p> + 'I have heard it to-day.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is engaged! Positively?' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane glanced backward at the letter on her desk. She had to + answer the strangest of letters that had ever come to her, and it was from + her dear Tony, the baldest intimation of the weightiest piece of + intelligence which a woman can communicate to her heart's friend. The task + of answering it was now doubled. 'I fear so, I fancy so,' she said, and + she longed to cast eye over the letter again, to see if there might + possibly be a loophole behind the lines. + </p> + <p> + 'Then I must make my mind up to it,' said Redworth. 'I think I'll take a + walk.' + </p> + <p> + She smiled kindly. 'It will be our secret.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thank you with all my heart, Lady Dunstane.' + </p> + <p> + He was not a weaver of phrases in distress. His blunt reserve was eloquent + of it to her, and she liked him the better; could have thanked him, too, + for leaving her promptly. + </p> + <p> + When she was alone she took in the contents of the letter at a hasty + glimpse. It was of one paragraph, and fired its shot like a cannon with + the muzzle at her breast:— + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'MY OWN EMMY,—I have been asked in marriage by Mr. Warwick, and + have accepted him. Signify your approval, for I have decided that + it is the wisest thing a waif can do. We are to live at The + Crossways for four months of the year, so I shall have Dada in his + best days and all my youngest dreams, my sunrise and morning dew, + surrounding me; my old home for my new one. I write in haste, to + you first, burning to hear from you. Send your blessing to yours in + life and death, through all transformations, + 'TONY.' +</pre> + <p> + That was all. Not a word of the lover about to be decorated with the title + of husband. No confession of love, nor a single supplicating word to her + friend, in excuse for the abrupt decision to so grave a step. Her previous + description of, him, as a 'gentlemanly official' in his appearance, + conjured him up most distastefully. True, she might have made a more + lamentable choice; a silly lordling, or a hero of scandals; but if a + gentlemanly official was of stabler mould, he failed to harmonize quite so + well with the idea of a creature like Tony. Perhaps Mr. Redworth also + failed in something. Where was the man fitly to mate her! Mr. Redworth, + however, was manly and trustworthy, of the finest Saxon type in build and + in character. He had great qualities, and his excess of scrupulousness was + most pitiable. + </p> + <p> + She read: 'The wisest thing a waif can do.' It bore a sound of + desperation. Avowedly Tony had accepted him without being in love. Or was + she masking the passion? No: had it been a case of love, she would have + written very differently to her friend. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane controlled the pricking of the wound inflicted by Diana's + novel exercise in laconics where the fullest flow was due to tenderness, + and despatched felicitations upon the text of the initial line: 'Wonders + are always happening.' She wrote to hide vexation beneath surprise; + naturally betraying it. 'I must hope and pray that you have not been + precipitate.' Her curiosity to inspect the happiest of men, the most + genuine part of her letter, was expressed coldly. + </p> + <p> + When she had finished the composition she perused it, and did not + recognize herself in her language, though she had been so guarded to cover + the wound her Tony dealt their friendship—in some degree injuring + their sex. For it might now, after such an example, verily seem that women + are incapable of a translucent perfect confidence: their impulses, + caprices, desperations, tricks of concealment, trip a heart-whole + friendship. Well, to-morrow, if not to-day, the tripping may be expected! + Lady Dunstane resigned herself sadly to a lowered view of her Tony's + character. This was her unconscious act of reprisal. Her brilliant beloved + Tony, dazzling but in beauty and the gifted mind, stood as one essentially + with the common order of women. She wished to be settled, Mr. Warwick + proposed, and for the sake of living at The Crossways she accepted him—she, + the lofty scorner of loveless marriages! who had said—how many + times! that nothing save love excused it! She degraded their mutual high + standard of womankind. Diana was in eclipse, full three parts. The bulk of + the gentlemanly official she had chosen obscured her. But I have written + very carefully, thought Lady Dunstane, dropping her answer into the + post-bag. She had, indeed, been so care ful, that to cloak her feelings, + she had written as another person. Women with otiose husbands have a task + to preserve friendship. + </p> + <p> + Redworth carried his burden through the frosty air at a pace to melt + icicles in Greenland. He walked unthinkingly, right ahead, to the red + West, as he discovered when pausing to consult his watch. Time was left to + return at the same pace and dress for dinner; he swung round and picked up + remembrances of sensations he had strewn by the way. She knew these woods; + he was walking in her footprints; she was engaged to be married. Yes, his + principle, never to ask a woman to marry him, never to court her, without + bank-book assurance of his ability to support her in cordial comfort, was + right. He maintained it, and owned himself a donkey for having stuck to + it. Between him and his excellent principle there was war, without the + slightest division. Warned of the danger of losing her, he would have done + the same again, confessing himself donkey for his pains. The principle was + right, because it was due to the woman. His rigid adherence to the + principle set him belabouring his donkey-ribs, as the proper due to + himself. For he might have had a chance, all through two Winters. The + opportunities had been numberless. Here, in this beech wood; near that + thornbush; on the juniper slope; from the corner of chalk and sand in + junction, to the corner of clay and chalk; all the length of the wooded + ridge he had reminders of her presence and his priceless chances: and + still the standard of his conduct said No, while his heart bled. + </p> + <p> + He felt that a chance had been. More sagacious than Lady Dunstane, from + his not nursing a wound, he divined in the abruptness of Diana's + resolution to accept a suitor, a sober reason, and a fitting one, for the + wish that she might be settled. And had he spoken!—If he had spoken + to her, she might have given her hand to him, to a dishonourable brute! A + blissful brute. But a worse than donkey. Yes, his principle was right, and + he lashed with it, and prodded with it, drove himself out into the sour + wilds where bachelordom crops noxious weeds without a hallowing luminary, + and clung to it, bruised and bleeding though he was. + </p> + <p> + The gentleness of Lady Dunstane soothed him during the term of a visit + that was rather like purgatory sweetened by angelical tears. He was glad + to go, wretched in having gone. She diverted the incessant conflict + between his insubordinate self and his castigating, but avowedly + sovereign, principle. Away from her, he was the victim of a flagellation + so dire that it almost drove him to revolt against the lord he served, and + somehow the many memories at Copsley kept him away. Sir Lukin, when + speaking of Diana's 'engagement to that fellow Warwick,' exalted her with + an extraordinary enthusiasm, exceedingly hard for the silly beast who had + lost her to bear. For the present the place dearest to Redworth of all + places on earth was unendurable. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the value of railway investments rose in the market, fast as + asparagus-heads for cutting: a circumstance that added stings to + reflection. Had he been only a little bolder, a little less the fanatical + devotee of his rule of masculine honour, less the slave to the letter of + success.... But why reflect at all? Here was a goodly income approaching, + perhaps a seat in Parliament; a station for the airing of his opinions—and + a social status for the wife now denied to him. The wife was denied to + him; he could conceive of no other. The tyrant-ridden, reticent, tenacious + creature had thoroughly wedded her in mind; her view of things had a + throne beside his own, even in their differences. He perceived, agreeing + or disagreeing, the motions of her brain, as he did with none other of + women; and this it is which stamps character on her, divides her from + them, upraises and enspheres. He declined to live with any other of the + sex. + </p> + <p> + Before he could hear of the sort of man Mr. Warwick was—a perpetual + object of his quest—the bridal bells had rung, and Diana Antonia + Merion lost her maiden name. She became the Mrs. Warwick of our + footballing world. + </p> + <p> + Why she married, she never told. Possibly, in amazement at herself + subsequently, she forgot the specific reason. That which weighs heavily in + youth, and commits us to desperate action, will be a trifle under older + eyes, to blunter senses, a more enlightened understanding. Her friend Emma + probed for the reason vainly. It was partly revealed to Redworth, by + guess-work and a putting together of pieces, yet quite luminously, as it + were by touch of tentacle-feelers—one evening that he passed with + Sir Lukin Dunstane, when the lachrymose ex-dragoon and son of Idlesse, had + rather more than dined. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0006" id="link2HCH0006"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VI. THE COUPLE + </h2> + <p> + Six months a married woman, Diana came to Copsley to introduce her + husband. They had run over Italy: 'the Italian Peninsula,' she quoted him + in a letter to Lady Dunstane: and were furnishing their London house. Her + first letters from Italy appeared to have a little bloom of sentiment. + Augustus was mentioned as liking this and that in the land of beauty. He + patronized Art, and it was a pleasure to hear him speak upon pictures and + sculptures; he knew a great deal about them. 'He is an authority.' Her + humour soon began to play round the fortunate man, who did not seem, to + the reader's mind, to bear so well a sentimental clothing. His pride was + in being very English on the Continent, and Diana's instances of his lofty + appreciations of the garden of Art and Nature, and statuesque walk through + it, would have been more amusing if her friend could have harmonized her + idea of the couple. A description of 'a bit of a wrangle between us' at + Lucca, where an Italian post-master on a journey of inspection, claimed a + share of their carriage and audaciously attempted entry, was laughable, + but jarred. Would she some day lose her relish for ridicule, and see him + at a distance? He was generous, Diana, said she saw fine qualities in him. + It might be that he was lavish on his bridal tour. She said he was + unselfish, kind, affable with his equals; he was cordial to the + acquaintances he met. Perhaps his worst fault was an affected + superciliousness before the foreigner, not uncommon in those days. 'You + are to know, dear Emmy, that we English are the aristocracy of Europeans.' + Lady Dunstane inclined to think we were; nevertheless, in the mouth of a + 'gentlemanly official' the frigid arrogance added a stroke of caricature + to his deportment. On the other hand, the reports of him gleaned by Sir + Lukin sounded favourable. He was not taken to be preternaturally stiff, + nor bright, but a goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good + character. In short, the average Englishman, excelling as a cavalier, a + slayer, and an orderly subject. That was a somewhat elevated standard to + the patriotic Emma. Only she would never have stipulated for an average to + espouse Diana. Would he understand her, and value the best in her? Another + and unanswered question was, how could she have condescended to wed with + an average? There was transparently some secret not confided to her + friend. + </p> + <p> + He appeared. Lady Dunstane's first impression of him recurred on his + departure. Her unanswered question drummed at her ears, though she + remembered that Tony's art in leading him out had moderated her rigidly + judicial summary of the union during a greater part of the visit. But his + requiring to be led out, was against him. Considering the subjects, his + talk was passable. The subjects treated of politics, pictures, Continental + travel, our manufactures, our wealth and the reasons for it—excellent + reasons well-weighed. He was handsome, as men go; rather tall, not too + stout, precise in the modern fashion of his dress, and the pair of + whiskers encasing a colourless depression up to a long, thin, straight + nose, and closed lips indicating an aperture. The contraction of his mouth + expressed an intelligence in the attitude of the firmly negative. + </p> + <p> + The lips opened to smile, the teeth were faultless; an effect was + produced, if a cold one—the colder for the unparticipating northern + eyes; eyes of that half cloud and blue, which make a kind of hueless grey, + and are chiefly striking in an authoritative stage. Without contradicting, + for he was exactly polite, his look signified a person conscious of being + born to command: in fine, an aristocrat among the 'aristocracy of + Europeans.' His differences of opinion were prefaced by a 'Pardon me,' and + pausing smile of the teeth; then a succinctly worded sentence or two, a + perfect settlement of the dispute. He disliked argumentation. He said so, + and Diana remarked it of him, speaking as, a wife who merely noted a + characteristic. Inside his boundary, he had neat phrases, opinions in + packets. Beyond it, apparently the world was void of any particular + interest. Sir Lukin, whose boundary would have shown a narrower limitation + had it been defined, stood no chance with him. Tory versus Whig, he tried + a wrestle, and was thrown. They agreed on the topic of Wine. Mr. Warwick + had a fine taste in wine. Their after-dinner sittings were devoted to this + and the alliterative cognate theme, equally dear to the gallant + ex-dragoon, from which it resulted that Lady Dunstane received + satisfactory information in a man's judgement of him. 'Warwick is a clever + fellow, and a thorough man of the world, I can tell you, Emmy.' Sir Lukin + further observed that he was a gentlemanly fellow. 'A gentlemanly + official!' Diana's primary dash of portraiture stuck to him, so true it + was! As for her, she seemed to have forgotten it. Not only did she strive + to show him to advantage by leading him out; she played second to him; + subserviently, fondly; she quite submerged herself, content to be dull if + he might shine; and her talk of her husband in her friend's blue-chamber + boudoir of the golden stars, where they had discussed the world and taken + counsel in her maiden days, implied admiration of his merits. He rode + superbly: he knew Law: he was prepared for any position: he could speak + really eloquently; she had heard him at a local meeting. And he loved the + old Crossways almost as much as she did. 'He has promised me he will never + ask me to sell it,' she said, with a simpleness that could hardly have + been acted. + </p> + <p> + When she was gone, Lady Dunstane thought she had worn a mask, in the + natural manner of women trying to make the best of their choice; and she + excused her poor Tony for the artful presentation of him at her own cost. + But she could not excuse her for having married the man. Her first and her + final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty: a London + house conventionally furnished and decorated by the upholsterer, and empty + of inhabitants. How a brilliant and beautiful girl could have committed + this rashness, was the perplexing riddle: the knottier because the man was + idle: and Diana had ambition; she despised and dreaded idleness in men. + Empty of inhabitants even to the ghost! Both human and spiritual were + wanting. The mind contemplating him became reflectively stagnant. + </p> + <p> + I must not be unjust! Lady Dunstane hastened to exclaim, at a whisper that + he had at least proved his appreciation of Tony; whom he preferred to call + Diana, as she gladly remembered: and the two were bound together for a + moment warmly by her recollection of her beloved Tony's touching little + petition: 'You will invite us again?' and then there had flashed in Tony's + dear dark eyes the look of their old love drowning. They were not to be + thought of separately. She admitted that the introduction to a woman of + her friend's husband is crucially trying to him: he may well show worse + than he is. Yet his appreciation of Tony in espousing her, was rather + marred by Sir Lukin's report of him as a desperate admirer of beautiful + woman. It might be for her beauty only, not for her spiritual qualities! + At present he did not seem aware of their existence. But, to be entirely + just, she had hardly exhibited them or a sign of them during the first + interview: and sitting with his hostess alone, he had seized the occasion + to say, that he was the happiest of men. He said it with the nearest + approach to fervour she had noticed. Perhaps the very fact of his not + producing a highly favourable impression, should be set to plead on his + behalf. Such as he was, he was himself, no simulator. She longed for Mr. + Redworth's report of him. + </p> + <p> + Her compassion for Redworth's feelings when beholding the woman he loved + another man's wife, did not soften the urgency of her injunction that he + should go speedily, and see as much of them as he could. 'Because,' she + gave her reason, 'I wish Diana to know she has not lost a single friend + through her marriage, and is only one the richer.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth buckled himself to the task. He belonged to the class of his + countrymen who have a dungeon-vault for feelings that should not be + suffered to cry abroad, and into this oubliette he cast them, letting them + feed as they might, or perish. It was his heart down below, and in no + voluntary musings did he listen to it, to sustain the thing. Grimly lord + of himself, he stood emotionless before the world. Some worthy fellows + resemble him, and they are called deep-hearted. He was dungeon-deep. The + prisoner underneath might clamour and leap; none heard him or knew of him; + nor did he ever view the day. Diana's frank: 'Ah, Mr. Redworth, how glad I + am to see you!' was met by the calmest formalism of the wish for her + happiness. He became a guest at her London house, and his report of the + domesticity there, and notably of the lord of the house, pleased Lady + Dunstane more than her husband's. He saw the kind of man accurately, as + far as men are to be seen on the surface; and she could say assentingly, + without anxiety: 'Yes, yes,' to his remarks upon Mr. Warwick, indicative + of a man of capable head in worldly affairs, commonplace beside his wife. + The noble gentleman for Diana was yet unborn, they tacitly agreed. + Meantime one must not put a mortal husband to the fiery ordeal of his + wife's deserts, they agreed likewise. 'You may be sure she is a constant + friend,' Lady Dunstane said for his comfort; and she reminded herself + subsequently of a shade of disappointment at his imperturbable rejoinder: + 'I could calculate on it.' For though not at all desiring to witness the + sentimental fit, she wished to see that he held an image of Diana:—surely + a woman to kindle poets and heroes, the princes of the race; and it was a + curious perversity that the two men she had moved were merely excellent, + emotionless, ordinary men, with heads for business. Elsewhere, out of + England, Diana would have been a woman for a place in song, exalted to the + skies. Here she had the destiny to inflame Mr. Redworth and Mr. Warwick, + two railway Directors, bent upon scoring the country to the likeness of a + child's lines of hop-scotch in a gravel-yard. + </p> + <p> + As with all invalids, the pleasure of living backward was haunted by the + tortures it evoked, and two years later she recalled this outcry against + the Fates. She would then have prayed for Diana to inflame none but such + men as those two. The original error was; of course, that rash and most + inexplicable marriage, a step never alluded to by the driven victim of it. + Lady Dunstane heard rumours of dissensions. Diana did not mention them. + She spoke of her husband as unlucky in railway ventures, and of a + household necessity for money, nothing further. One day she wrote of a + Government appointment her husband had received, ending the letter: 'So + there is the end of our troubles.' Her friend rejoiced, and afterward + looking back at her satisfaction, saw the dire beginning of them. + </p> + <p> + Lord Dannisburgh's name, as one of the admirers of Mrs. Warwick, was + dropped once or twice by Sir Lukin. He had dined with the Warwicks, and + met the eminent member of the Cabinet at their table. There is no harm in + admiration, especially on the part of one of a crowd observing a star. No + harm can be imputed when the husband of a beautiful woman accepts an + appointment from the potent Minister admiring her. So Lady Dunstane + thought, for she was sure of Diana to her inmost soul. But she soon + perceived in Sir Lukin that the old Dog-world was preparing to yelp on a + scent. He of his nature belonged to the hunting pack, and with a cordial + feeling for the quarry, he was quite with his world in expecting to see + her run, and readiness to join the chase. No great scandal had occurred + for several months. The world was in want of it; and he, too, with a very + cordial feeling for the quarry, piously hoping she would escape, already + had his nose to ground, collecting testimony in the track of her. He said + little to his wife, but his world was getting so noisy that he could not + help half pursing his lips, as with the soft whistle of an innuendo at the + heels of it. Redworth was in America, engaged in carving up that + hemisphere. She had no source of information but her husband's chance + gossip; and London was death to her; and Diana, writing faithfully twice a + week, kept silence as to Lord Dannisburgh, except in naming him among her + guests. She wrote this, which might have a secret personal signification: + 'We women are the verbs passive of the alliance; we have to learn, and if + we take to activity, with the best intentions, we conjugate a frightful + disturbance. We are to run on lines, like the steam-trains, or we come to + no station, dash to fragments. I have the misfortune to know I was born an + active. I take my chance.' + </p> + <p> + Once she coupled the names of Lord Larrian and Lord Dannisburgh, remarking + that she had a fatal attraction for antiques. + </p> + <p> + The death of her husband's uncle and illness of his aunt withdrew her to + The Crossways, where she remained nursing for several months, reading + diligently, as her letters showed, and watching the approaches of the + destroyer. She wrote like her former self, subdued by meditation in the + presence of that inevitable. The world ceased barking. Lady Dunstane could + suppose Mr. Warwick to have now a reconciling experience of his wife's + noble qualities. He probably did value them more. He spoke of her to Sir + Lukin in London with commendation. 'She is an attentive nurse.' He + inherited a considerable increase of income when he and his wife were the + sole tenants of The Crossways, but disliking the house, for reasons hard + to explain by a man previously professing to share her attachment to it, + he wished to sell or let the place, and his wife would do neither. She + proposed to continue living in their small London house rather than be cut + off from The Crossways, which, he said, was ludicrous: people should live + up to their position; and he sneered at the place, and slightly wounded + her, for she was open to a wound when the cold fire of a renewed attempt + at warmth between them was crackling and showing bits of flame, after she + had given proof of her power to serve. Service to himself and his + relatives affected him. He deferred to her craze for The Crossways, and + they lived in a larger London house, 'up to their position,' which means + ever a trifle beyond it, and gave choice dinner-parties to the most + eminent. His jealousy slumbered. Having ideas of a seat in Parliament at + this period, and preferment superior to the post he held, Mr. Warwick + deemed it sagacious to court the potent patron Lord Dannisburgh could be; + and his wife had his interests at heart, the fork-tongued world said. The + cry revived. Stories of Lord D. and Mrs. W. whipped the hot pursuit. The + moral repute of the great Whig lord and the beauty of the lady composed + inflammable material. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you altogether cautious?' Lady Dunstane wrote to Diana; and her + friend sent a copious reply: 'You have the fullest right to ask your Tony + anything, and I will answer as at the Judgement bar. You allude to Lord + Dannisburgh. He is near what Dada's age would have been, and is, I think I + can affirm, next to my dead father and my Emmy, my dearest friend. I love + him. I could say it in the streets without shame; and you do not imagine + me shameless. Whatever his character in his younger days, he can be + honestly a woman's friend, believe me. I see straight to his heart; he has + no disguise; and unless I am to suppose that marriage is the end of me, I + must keep him among my treasures. I see him almost daily; it is not + possible to think I can be deceived; and as long as he does me the honour + to esteem my poor portion of brains by coming to me for what he is good + enough to call my counsel, I shall let the world wag its tongue. Between + ourselves, I trust to be doing some good. I know I am of use in various + ways. No doubt there is a danger of a woman's head being turned, when she + reflects that a powerful Minister governing a kingdom has not considered + her too insignificant to advise him; and I am sensible of it. I am, I + assure you, dearest, on my guard against it. That would not attach me to + him, as his homely friendliness does. He is the most amiable, cheerful, + benignant of men; he has no feeling of an enemy, though naturally his + enemies are numerous and venomous. He is full of observation and humour. + How he would amuse you! In many respects accord with you. And I should not + have a spark of jealousy. Some day I shall beg permission to bring him to + Copsley. At present, during the Session, he is too busy, as you know. Me—his + “crystal spring of wisdom”—he can favour with no more than an hour + in the afternoon, or a few minutes at night. Or I get a pencilled note + from the benches of the House, with an anecdote, or news of a Division. I + am sure to be enlivened. + </p> + <p> + 'So I have written to you fully, simply, frankly. Have perfect faith in + your Tony, who would, she vows to heaven; die rather than disturb it and + her heart's beloved.' + </p> + <p> + The letter terminated with one of Lord Dannisburgh's anecdotes, exciting + to merriment in the season of its freshness;—and a postscript of + information: 'Augustus expects a mission—about a month; uncertain + whether I accompany him.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Warwick departed on his mission. Diana remained in London. Lady + Dunstane wrote entreating her to pass the month—her favourite time + of the violet yielding to the cowslip—at Copsley. The invitation + could not be accepted, but the next day Diana sent word that she had a + surprise for the following Sunday, and would bring a friend to lunch, if + Sir Lukin would meet them at the corner of the road in the valley leading + up to the heights, at a stated hour. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane gave the listless baronet his directions, observing: 'It's + odd, she never will come alone since her marriage.' + </p> + <p> + 'Queer,' said he of the serenest absence of conscience; and that there + must be something not entirely right going on, he strongly inclined to + think. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0007" id="link2HCH0007"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VII. THE CRISIS + </h2> + <p> + It was a confirmed suspicion when he beheld Lord Dannisburgh on the box of + a four-in-hand, and the peerless Diana beside him, cockaded lackeys in + plain livery and the lady's maid to the rear. But Lord Dannisburgh's visit + was a compliment, and the freak of his driving down under the beams of + Aurora on a sober Sunday morning capital fun; so with a gaiety that was + kept alive for the invalid Emma to partake of it, they rattled away to the + heights, and climbed them, and Diana rushed to the arms of her friend, + whispering and cooing for pardon if she startled her, guilty of a little + whiff of blarney:—Lord Dannisburgh wanted so much to be introduced + to her, and she so much wanted her to know him, and she hoped to be + graciously excused for thus bringing them together, 'that she might be + chorus to them!' Chorus was a pretty fiction on the part of the thrilling + and topping voice. She was the very radiant Diana of her earliest opening + day, both in look and speech, a queenly comrade, and a spirit leaping and + shining like a mountain water. She did not seduce, she ravished. The + judgement was taken captive and flowed with her. As to the prank of the + visit, Emma heartily enjoyed it and hugged it for a holiday of her own, + and doating on the beautiful, darkeyed, fresh creature, who bore the name + of the divine Huntress, she thought her a true Dian in stature, step, and + attributes, the genius of laughter superadded. None else on earth so + sweetly laughed, none so spontaneously, victoriously provoked the + healthful openness. Her delicious chatter, and her museful sparkle in + listening, equally quickened every sense of life. Adorable as she was to + her friend Emma at all times, she that day struck a new fountain in + memory. And it was pleasant to see the great lord's admiration of this + wonder. One could firmly believe in their friendship, and his winning + ideas from the abounding bubbling well. A recurrent smile beamed on his + face when hearing and observing her. Certain dishes provided at the table + were Diana's favourites, and he relished them, asking for a second help, + and remarking that her taste was good in that as in all things. They + lunched, eating like boys. They walked over the grounds of Copsley, and + into the lanes and across the meadows of the cowslip, rattling, chatting, + enlivening the frosty air, happy as children biting to the juices of ripe + apples off the tree. But Tony was the tree, the dispenser of the rosy + gifts. She had a moment of reflection, only a moment, and Emma felt the + pause as though a cloud had shadowed them and a spirit had been shut away. + Both spoke of their happiness at the kiss of parting. That melancholy note + at the top of the wave to human hearts conscious of its enforced decline + was repeated by them, and Diana's eyelids blinked to dismiss a tear. + </p> + <p> + 'You have no troubles?' Emma said. + </p> + <p> + 'Only the pain of the good-bye to my beloved,' said Diana. 'I have never + been happier—never shall be! Now you know him you think with me? I + knew you would. You have seen him as he always is—except when he is + armed for battle. He is the kindest of souls. And soul I say. He is the + one man among men who gives me notions of a soul in men.' + </p> + <p> + The eulogy was exalted. Lady Dunstane made a little mouth for Oh, in + correction of the transcendental touch, though she remembered their + foregone conversations upon men—strange beings that they are!—and + understood Diana's meaning. + </p> + <p> + 'Really! really! honour!' Diana emphasized her extravagant praise, to + print it fast. 'Hear him speak of Ireland.' + </p> + <p> + 'Would he not speak of Ireland in a tone to catch the Irishwoman?' + </p> + <p> + 'He is past thoughts of catching, dearest. At that age men are pools of + fish, or what you will: they are not anglers. Next year, if you invite us, + we will come again.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you will come to stay in the Winter?' + </p> + <p> + 'Certainly. But I am speaking of one of my holidays.' + </p> + <p> + They kissed fervently. The lady mounted; the grey and portly lord followed + her; Sir Lukin flourished his whip, and Emma was left to brood over her + friend's last words: 'One of my holidays.' Not a hint to the detriment of + her husband had passed. The stray beam balefully illuminating her marriage + slipped from her involuntarily. Sir Lukin was troublesome with his + ejaculations that evening, and kept speculating on the time of the arrival + of the four-in-hand in London; upon which he thought a great deal + depended. They had driven out of town early, and if they drove back late + they would not be seen, as all the cacklers were sure then to be dressing + for dinner, and he would not pass the Clubs. 'I couldn't suggest it,' he + said. 'But Dannisburgh's an old hand. But they say he snaps his fingers at + tattle, and laughs. Well, it doesn't matter for him, perhaps, but a game + of two.... Oh! it'll be all right. They can't reach London before dusk. + And the cat's away.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's more than ever incomprehensible to me how she could have married + that man,' said his wife. + </p> + <p> + 'I've long since given it up,' said he. + </p> + <p> + Diana wrote her thanks for the delightful welcome, telling of her drive + home to smoke and solitude, with a new host of romantic sensations to keep + her company. She wrote thrice in the week, and the same addition of one to + the ordinary number next week. Then for three weeks not a line. Sir Lukin + brought news from London that Warwick had returned, nothing to explain the + silence. A letter addressed to The Crossways was likewise unnoticed. The + supposition that they must be visiting on a round, appeared rational; but + many weeks elapsed, until Sir Lukin received a printed sheet in the + superscription of a former military comrade, who had marked a paragraph. + It was one of those journals, now barely credible, dedicated to the putrid + of the upper circle, wherein initials raised sewer-lamps, and Asmodeus + lifted a roof, leering hideously. Thousands detested it, and fattened + their crops on it. Domesticated beasts of superior habits to the common + will indulge themselves with a luxurious roll in carrion, for a revival of + their original instincts. Society was largely a purchaser. The ghastly + thing was dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment, nourished as a + parasite. It professed undaunted honesty, and operated in the fashion of + the worms bred of decay. Success was its boasted justification. The animal + world, when not rigorously watched, will always crown with success the + machine supplying its appetites. The old dog-world took signal from it. + The one-legged devil-god waved his wooden hoof, and the creatures in view, + the hunt was uproarious. Why should we seem better than we are? down with + hypocrisy, cried the censor morum, spicing the lamentable derelictions of + this and that great person, male and female. The plea of corruption of + blood in the world, to excuse the public chafing of a grievous itch, is + not less old than sin; and it offers a merry day of frisky truant running + to the animal made unashamed by another and another stripped, branded, and + stretched flat. Sir Lukin read of Mr. and Mrs. W. and a distinguished Peer + of the realm. The paragraph was brief; it had a flavour. Promise of more + to come, pricked curiosity. He read it enraged, feeling for his wife; and + again indignant, feeling for Diana. His third reading found him out: he + felt for both, but as a member of the whispering world, much behind the + scenes, he had a longing for the promised insinuations, just to know what + they could say, or dared say. The paper was not shown to Lady Dunstane. A + run to London put him in the tide of the broken dam of gossip. The names + were openly spoken and swept from mouth to mouth of the scandalmongers, + gathering matter as they flew. He knocked at Diana's door, where he was + informed that the mistress of the house was absent. More than official + gravity accompanied the announcement. Her address was unknown. Sir Lukin + thought it now time to tell his wife. He began with a hesitating + circumlocution, in order to prepare her mind for bad news. She divined + immediately that it concerned Diana, and forcing him to speak to the + point, she had the story jerked out to her in a sentence. It stopped her + heart. + </p> + <p> + The chill of death was tasted in that wavering ascent from oblivion to + recollection. Why had not Diana come to her, she asked herself, and asked + her husband; who, as usual, was absolutely unable to say. Under compulsory + squeezing, he would have answered, that she did not come because she could + not fib so easily to her bosom friend: and this he thought, + notwithstanding his personal experience of Diana's generosity. But he had + other personal experiences of her sex, and her sex plucked at the bright + star and drowned it. + </p> + <p> + The happy day of Lord Dannisburgh's visit settled in Emma's belief as the + cause of Mr. Warwick's unpardonable suspicions and cruelty. Arguing from + her own sensations of a day that had been like the return of sweet health + to her frame, she could see nothing but the loveliest freakish innocence + in Diana's conduct, and she recalled her looks, her words, every fleeting + gesture, even to the ingenuousness of the noble statesman's admiration of + her, for the confusion of her unmanly and unworthy husband. And Emma was + nevertheless a thoughtful person; only her heart was at the head of her + thoughts, and led the file, whose reasoning was accurate on erratic + tracks. All night her heart went at fever pace. She brought the repentant + husband to his knees, and then doubted, strongly doubted, whether she + would, whether in consideration for her friend she could, intercede with + Diana to forgive him. In the morning she slept heavily. Sir Lukin had gone + to London early for further tidings. She awoke about midday, and found a + letter on her pillow. It was Diana's. Then while her fingers eagerly tore + it open, her heart, the champion rider over-night, sank. It needed support + of facts, and feared them: not in distrust of that dear persecuted soul, + but because the very bravest of hearts is of its nature a shivering + defender, sensitive in the presence of any hostile array, much craving for + material support, until the mind and spirit displace it, depute it to + second them instead of leading. + </p> + <p> + She read by a dull November fog-light a mixture of the dreadful and the + comforting, and dwelt upon the latter in abandonment, hugged it, though + conscious of evil and the little that there was to veritably console. + </p> + <p> + The close of the letter struck the blow. After bluntly stating that Mr. + Warwick had served her with a process, and that he had no case without + suborning witnesses, Diana said: 'But I leave the case, and him, to the + world. Ireland, or else America, it is a guiltless kind of suicide to bury + myself abroad. He has my letters. They are such as I can own to you; and + ask you to kiss me—and kiss me when you have heard all the evidence, + all that I can add to it, kiss me. You know me too well to think I would + ask you to kiss criminal lips. But I cannot face the world. In the dock, + yes. Not where I am expected to smile and sparkle, on pain of incurring + suspicion if I show a sign of oppression. I cannot do that. I see myself + wearing a false grin—your Tony! No, I do well to go. This is my + resolution; and in consequence,—my beloved! my only truly loved on + earth! I do not come to you, to grieve you, as I surely should. Nor would + it soothe me, dearest. This will be to you the best of reasons. It could + not soothe me to see myself giving pain to Emma. I am like a pestilence, + and let me swing away to the desert, for there I do no harm. I know I am + right. I have questioned myself—it is not cowardice. I do not quail. + I abhor the part of actress. I should do it well—too well; destroy + my soul in the performance. Is a good name before such a world as this + worth that sacrifice? A convent and self-quenching;—cloisters would + seem to me like holy dew. But that would be sleep, and I feel the powers + of life. Never have I felt them so mightily. If it were not for being + called on to act and mew, I would stay, fight, meet a bayonet-hedge of + charges and rebut them. I have my natural weapons and my cause. It must be + confessed that I have also more knowledge of men and the secret contempt—it + must be—the best of them entertain for us. Oh! and we confirm it if + we trust them. But they have been at a wicked school. + </p> + <p> + 'I will write. From whatever place, you shall have letters, and constant. + I write no more now. In my present mood I find no alternative between + rageing and drivelling. I am henceforth dead to the world. Never dead to + Emma till my breath is gone—poor flame! I blow at a bed-room candle, + by which I write in a brown fog, and behold what I am—though not + even serving to write such a tangled scrawl as this. I am of no mortal + service. In two days I shall be out of England. Within a week you shall + hear where. I long for your heart on mine, your dear eyes. You have faith + in me, and I fly from you!—I must be mad. Yet I feel calmly + reasonable. I know that this is the thing to do. Some years hence a grey + woman may return, to hear of a butterfly Diana, that had her day and + disappeared. Better than a mewing and courtseying simulacrum of the woman—I + drivel again. Adieu. I suppose I am not liable to capture and imprisonment + until the day when my name is cited to appear. I have left London. This + letter and I quit the scene by different routes—I would they were + one. My beloved! I have an ache—I think I am wronging you. I am not + mistress of myself, and do as something within me, wiser, than I, + dictates.—You will write kindly. Write your whole heart. It is not + compassion I want, I want you. I can bear stripes from you. Let me hear + Emma's voice—the true voice. This running away merits your + reproaches. It will look like—. I have more to confess: the tigress + in me wishes it were! I should then have a reckless passion to fold me + about, and the glory infernal, if you name it so, and so it would be—of + suffering for and with some one else. As it is, I am utterly solitary, + sustained neither from above nor below, except within myself, and that is + all fire and smoke, like their new engines.—I kiss this miserable + sheet of paper. Yes, I judge that I have run off a line—and what a + line! which hardly shows a trace for breathing things to follow until they + feel the transgression in wreck. How immensely nature seems to prefer men + to women!—But this paper is happier than the writer. + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'Your TONY.' +</pre> + <p> + That was the end. Emma kissed it in tears. They had often talked of the + possibility of a classic friendship between women, the alliance of a + mutual devotedness men choose to doubt of. She caught herself accusing + Tony of the lapse from friendship. Hither should the true friend have + flown unerringly. + </p> + <p> + The blunt ending of the letter likewise dealt a wound. She reperused it, + perused and meditated. The flight of Mrs. Warwick! She heard that + cry-fatal! But she had no means of putting a hand on her. 'Your Tony.' The + coldness might be set down to exhaustion: it might, yet her not coming to + her friend for counsel and love was a positive weight in the indifferent + scale. She read the letter backwards, and by snatches here and there; many + perusals and hours passed before the scattered creature exhibited in its + pages came to her out of the flying threads of the web as her living Tony, + whom she loved and prized and was ready to defend gainst the world. By + that time the fog had lifted; she saw the sky on the borders of milky + cloudfolds. Her invalid's chill sensitiveness conceived a sympathy in the + baring heavens, and lying on her sofa in the drawing-room she gained + strength of meditative vision, weak though she was to help, through + ceasing to brood on her wound and herself. She cast herself into her dear + Tony's feelings; and thus it came, that she imagined Tony would visit The + Crossways, where she kept souvenirs of her father, his cane, and his + writing-desk, and a precious miniature of him hanging above it, before + leaving England forever. The fancy sprang to certainty; every speculation + confirmed it. + </p> + <p> + Had Sir Lukin been at home she would have despatched him to The Crossways + at once. The West wind blew, and gave her a view of the Downs beyond the + Weald from her southern window. She thought it even possible to drive + there and reach the place, on the chance of her vivid suggestion, some + time after nightfall; but a walk across the room to try her forces was too + convincing of her inability. She walked with an ebony silver-mounted + stick, a present from Mr. Redworth. She was leaning on it when the card of + Thomas Redworth was handed to her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0008" id="link2HCH0008"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER VIII. IN WHICH IS EXHIBITED HOW A PRACTICAL MAN AND A DIVINING + WOMAN LEARN TO RESPECT ONE ANOTHER + </h2> + <h3> + 'You see, you are my crutch,' Lady Dunstane said to him,—raising the + stick in reminder of the present. + </h3> + <p> + He offered his arm and hurriedly informed her, to dispose of dull personal + matter, that he had just landed. She looked at the clock. 'Lukin is in + town. You know the song: “Alas, I scarce can go or creep While Lukin is + away.” I do not doubt you have succeeded in your business over there. Ah! + Now I suppose you have confidence in your success. I should have predicted + it, had you come to me.' She stood, either musing or in weakness, and said + abruptly: 'Will you object to lunching at one o'clock?' + </p> + <p> + 'The sooner the better,' said Redworth. She had sighed: her voice betrayed + some agitation, strange in so serenely-minded a person. + </p> + <p> + His partial acquaintance with the Herculean Sir Lukin's reputation in town + inspired a fear of his being about to receive admission to the distressful + confidences of the wife, and he asked if Mrs. Warwick was well. The answer + sounded ominous, with its accompaniment of evident pain: 'I think her + health is good.' + </p> + <p> + Had they quarrelled? He said he had not heard a word of Mrs. Warwick for + several months. + </p> + <p> + 'I—heard from her this morning,' said Lady Dunstane, and motioned + him to a chair beside the sofa, where she half reclined, closing her eyes. + The sight of tears on the eyelashes frightened him. She roused herself to + look at the clock. 'Providence or accident, you are here,' she said. 'I + could not have prayed for the coming of a truer' man. Mrs. Warwick is in + great danger.... You know our love. She is the best of me, heart and soul. + Her husband has chosen to act on vile suspicions—baseless, I could + hold my hand in the fire and swear. She has enemies, or the jealous fury + is on the man—I know little of him. He has commenced an action + against her. He will rue it. But she... you understand this of women at + least;—they are not cowards in all things!—but the horror of + facing a public scandal: my poor girl writes of the hatefulness of having + to act the complacent—put on her accustomed self! She would have to + go about, a mark for the talkers, and behave as if nothing were in the + air-full of darts! Oh, that general whisper!—it makes a coup de + massue—a gale to sink the bravest vessel: and a woman must preserve + her smoothest front; chat, smile—or else!—Well, she shrinks + from it. I should too. She is leaving the country.' + </p> + <p> + 'Wrong!' cried Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Wrong indeed. She writes, that in two days she will be out of it. Judge + her as I do, though you are a man, I pray. You have seen the hunted hare. + It is our education—we have something of the hare in us when the + hounds are full cry. Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run. “By + this, poor Wat far off upon a hill.” Shakespeare would have the divine + comprehension. I have thought all round it and come back to him. She is + one of Shakespeare's women: another character, but one of his own:—another + Hermione! I dream of him—seeing her with that eye of steady flame. + The bravest and best of us at bay in the world need an eye like his, to + read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies.' + </p> + <p> + Insensibly Redworth blinked. His consciousness of an exalted compassion + for the lady was heated by these flights of advocacy to feel that he was + almost seated beside the sovereign poet thus eulogized, and he was of a + modest nature. + </p> + <p> + 'But you are practical,' pursued Lady Dunstane, observing signs that she + took for impatience. 'You are thinking of what can be done. If Lukin were + here I would send him to The Crossways without a moment's delay, on the + chance, the mere chance:—it shines to me! If I were only a little + stronger! I fear I might break down, and it would be unfair to my husband. + He has trouble enough with my premature infirmities already. I am certain + she will go to The Crossways. Tony is one of the women who burn to give + last kisses to things they love. And she has her little treasures hoarded + there. She was born there. Her father died there. She is three parts Irish—superstitious + in affection. I know her so well. At this moment I see her there. If not, + she has grown unlike herself.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have you a stout horse in the stables?' Redworth asked. + </p> + <p> + 'You remember the mare Bertha; you have ridden her.' + </p> + <p> + 'The mare would do, and better than a dozen horses.' He consulted his + watch. 'Let me mount Bertha, I engage to deliver a letter at The Crossways + to-night.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane half inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she + sought, but said: 'Will you find your way?' + </p> + <p> + He spoke of three hours of daylight and a moon to rise. 'She has often + pointed out to me from your ridges where The Crossways lies, about three + miles from the Downs, near a village named Storling, on the road to + Brasted. + </p> + <p> + The house has a small plantation of firs behind it, and a bit of river—rare + for Sussex—to the right. An old straggling red brick house at + Crossways, a stone's throw from a fingerpost on a square of green: roads + to Brasted, London, Wickford, Riddlehurst. I shall find it. Write what you + have to say, my lady, and confide it to me. She shall have it to-night, if + she's where you suppose. I 'll go, with your permission, and take a look + at the mare. Sussex roads are heavy in this damp weather, and the frost + coming on won't improve them for a tired beast. We haven't our rails laid + down there yet.' + </p> + <p> + 'You make me admit some virtues in the practical,' said Lady Dunstane; and + had the poor fellow vollied forth a tale of the everlastingness of his + passion for Diana, it would have touched her far less than his exact + memory of Diana's description of her loved birthplace. + </p> + <p> + She wrote: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'I trust my messenger to tell you how I hang on you. I see my ship + making for the rocks. You break your Emma's heart. It will be the + second wrong step. I shall not survive it. The threat has made me + incapable of rushing to you, as I might have had strength to do + yesterday. I am shattered, and I wait panting for Mr. Redworth's + return with you. He has called, by accident, as we say. Trust to + him. If ever heaven was active to avert a fatal mischance it is + to-day. You will not stand against my supplication. It is my life I + cry for. I have no more time. He starts. He leaves me to pray— + like the mother seeing her child on the edge of the cliff. Come. + This is your breast, my Tony? And your soul warns you it is right + to come. Do rightly. Scorn other counsel—the coward's. Come with + our friend—the one man known to me who can be a friend of women. + + 'Your EMMA.' +</pre> + <p> + Redworth was in the room. 'The mare 'll do it well,' he said. 'She has had + her feed, and in five minutes will be saddled at the door.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you must eat, dear friend,' said the hostess. + </p> + <p> + 'I'll munch at a packet of sandwiches on the way. There seems a chance, + and the time for lunching may miss it.' + </p> + <p> + 'You understand...?' + </p> + <p> + 'Everything, I fancy.' + </p> + <p> + 'If she is there!' + </p> + <p> + 'One break in the run will turn her back.' + </p> + <p> + The sensitive invalid felt a blow in his following up the simile of the + hunted hare for her friend, but it had a promise of hopefulness. And this + was all that could be done by earthly agents, under direction of + spiritual, as her imagination encouraged her to believe. + </p> + <p> + She saw him start, after fortifying him with a tumbler of choice Bordeaux, + thinking how Tony would have said she was like a lady arming her knight + for battle. On the back of the mare he passed her window, after lifting + his hat, and he thumped at his breast-pocket, to show her where the letter + housed safely. The packet of provision bulged on his hip, absurdly and + blessedly to her sight, not unlike the man, in his combination of robust + serviceable qualities, as she reflected during the later hours, until the + sun fell on smouldering November woods, and sensations of the frost he + foretold bade her remember that he had gone forth riding like a huntsman. + His great-coat lay on a chair in the hall, and his travelling-bag was + beside it. He had carried it up from the valley, expecting hospitality, + and she had sent him forth half naked to weather a frosty November night! + She called in the groom, whose derision of a great-coat for any gentleman + upon Bertha, meaning work for the mare, appeased her remorsefulness. + Brisby, the groom, reckoned how long the mare would take to do the + distance to Storling, with a rider like Mr. Redworth on her back. By + seven, Brisby calculated, Mr. Redworth would be knocking at the door of + the Three Ravens Inn, at Storling, when the mare would have a decent + grooming, and Mr. Redworth was not the gentleman to let her be fed out of + his eye. More than that, Brisby had some acquaintance with the people of + the inn. He begged to inform her ladyship that he was half a Sussex man, + though not exactly born in the county; his parents had removed to Sussex + after the great event; and the Downs were his first field of + horse-exercise, and no place in the world was like them, fair weather or + foul, Summer or Winter, and snow ten feet deep in the gullies. The + grandest air in England, he had heard say. + </p> + <p> + His mistress kept him to the discourse, for the comfort of hearing hard + bald matter-of-fact; and she was amused and rebuked by his assumption that + she must be entertaining an anxiety about master's favourite mare. But, + ah! that Diana had delayed in choosing a mate; had avoided her disastrous + union with perhaps a more imposing man, to see the true beauty of + masculine character in Mr. Redworth, as he showed himself to-day. How + could he have doubted succeeding? One grain more of faith in his energy, + and Diana might have been mated to the right husband for her—an + open-minded clear-faced English gentleman. Her speculative ethereal mind + clung to bald matter-of-fact to-day. She would have vowed that it was the + sole potentially heroical. Even Brisby partook of the reflected rays, and + he was very benevolently considered by her. She dismissed him only when + his recounting of the stages of Bertha's journey began to fatigue her and + deaden the medical efficacy of him and his like. Stretched on the sofa, + she watched the early sinking sun in South-western cloud, and the changes + from saffron to intensest crimson, the crown of a November evening, and + one of frost. + </p> + <p> + Redworth struck on a southward line from chalk-ridge to sand, where he had + a pleasant footing in familiar country, under beeches that browned the + ways, along beside a meadowbrook fed by the heights, through pines and + across deep sand-ruts to full view of weald and Downs. Diana had been with + him here in her maiden days. The coloured back of a coach put an end to + that dream. He lightened his pocket, surveying the land as he munched. A + favourable land for rails: and she had looked over it: and he was now + becoming a wealthy man: and she was a married woman straining the leash. + His errand would not bear examination, it seemed such a desperate long + shot. He shut his inner vision on it, and pricked forward. When the + burning sunset shot waves above the juniper and yews behind him, he was + far on the weald, trotting down an interminable road. That the people + opposing railways were not people of business, was his reflection, and it + returned persistently: for practical men, even the most devoted among + them, will think for themselves; their army, which is the rational, calls + them to its banners, in opposition to the sentimental; and Redworth joined + it in the abstract, summoning the horrible state of the roads to testify + against an enemy wanting almost in common humaneness. A slip of his + excellent stepper in one of the half-frozen pits of the highway was the + principal cause of his confusion of logic; she was half on her knees. + Beyond the market town the roads were so bad that he quitted them, and + with the indifference of an engineer, struck a line of his own + Southeastward over fields and ditches, favoured by a round horizon moon on + his left. So for a couple of hours he went ahead over rolling fallow land + to the meadow-flats and a pale shining of freshets; then hit on a lane + skirting the water, and reached an amphibious village; five miles from + Storling, he was informed, and a clear traverse of lanes, not to be + mistaken, 'if he kept a sharp eye open.' The sharpness of his eyes was + divided between the sword-belt of the starry Hunter and the shifting lanes + that zig-tagged his course below. The Downs were softly illumined; still + it amazed him to think of a woman like Diana Warwick having an attachment + to this district, so hard of yield, mucky, featureless, fit but for the + rails she sided with her friend in detesting. Reasonable women, too! The + moon, stood high on her march as he entered Storling. He led his good + beast to the stables of The Three Ravens, thanking her and caressing her. + The ostler conjectured from the look of the mare that he had been out with + the hounds and lost his way. It appeared to Redworth singularly, that near + the ending of a wild goose chase, his plight was pretty well described by + the fellow. However, he had to knock at the door of The Crossways now, in + the silent night time, a certainly empty house, to his fancy. He fed on a + snack of cold meat and tea, standing, and set forth, clearly directed, 'if + he kept a sharp eye open.' Hitherto he had proved his capacity, and he + rather smiled at the repetition of the formula to him, of all men. A + turning to the right was taken, one to the left, and through the + churchyard, out of the gate, round to the right, and on. By this route, + after an hour, he found himself passing beneath the bare chestnuts of the + churchyard wall of Storling, and the sparkle of the edges of the dead + chestnut-leaves at his feet reminded him of the very ideas he had + entertained when treading them. The loss of an hour strung him to pursue + the chase in earnest, and he had a beating of the heart as he thought that + it might be serious. He recollected thinking it so at Copsley. The long + ride, and nightfall, with nothing in view, had obscured his mind to the + possible behind the thick obstruction of the probable; again the possible + waved its marsh-light. To help in saving her from a fatal step, supposing + a dozen combinations of the conditional mood, became his fixed object, + since here he was—of that there was no doubt; and he was not here to + play the fool, though the errand were foolish. He entered the churchyard, + crossed the shadow of the tower, and hastened along the path, fancying he + beheld a couple of figures vanishing before him. He shouted; he hoped to + obtain directions from these natives: the moon was bright, the gravestones + legible; but no answer came back, and the place appeared to belong + entirely to the dead. 'I've frightened them,' he thought. They left a + queerish sensation in his frame. A ride down to Sussex to see ghosts would + be an odd experience; but an undigested dinner of tea is the very + grandmother of ghosts; and he accused it of confusing him, sight and mind. + Out of the gate, now for the turning to the right, and on. He turned. He + must have previously turned wrongly somewhere—and where? A light in + a cottage invited him to apply for the needed directions. The door was + opened by a woman, who had never heard tell of The Crossways, nor had her + husband, nor any of the children crowding round them. A voice within + ejaculated: 'Crassways!' and soon upon the grating of a chair, an old man, + whom the woman named her lodger, by way of introduction, presented himself + with his hat on, saying: 'I knows the spot they calls Crassways,' and he + led. Redworth understood the intention that a job was to be made of it, + and submitting, said: 'To the right, I think.' He was bidden to come + along, if he wanted 'they Crassways,' and from the right they turned to + the left, and further sharp round, and on to a turn, where the old man, + otherwise incommunicative, said: 'There, down thik theer road, and a post + in the middle.' + </p> + <p> + 'I want a house, not a post!' roared Redworth, spying a bare space. + </p> + <p> + The old man despatched a finger travelling to his nob. 'Naw, there's ne'er + a house. But that's crassways for four roads, if it 's crassways, you + wants.' + </p> + <p> + They journeyed backward. They were in such a maze of lanes that the old + man was master, and Redworth vowed to be rid of him at the first cottage. + This, however, they were long in reaching, and the old man was promptly + through the garden-gate, hailing the people and securing 'information, + before Redworth could well hear. He smiled at the dogged astuteness of a + dense-headed old creature determined to establish a claim to his fee. They + struck a lane sharp to the left. + </p> + <p> + 'You're Sussex?' Redworth asked him, and was answered: 'Naw; the Sheers.' + </p> + <p> + Emerging from deliberation, the old man said: 'Ah'm a Hampshireman.' + </p> + <p> + 'A capital county!' + </p> + <p> + 'Heigh!' The old man heaved his chest. 'Once!' + </p> + <p> + 'Why, what has happened to it?' + </p> + <p> + 'Once it were a capital county, I say. Hah! you asks me what have happened + to it. You take and go and look at it now. And down heer'll be no better + soon, I tells 'em. When ah was a boy, old Hampshire was a proud country, + wi' the old coaches and the old squires, and Harvest Homes, and Christmas + merryings.—Cutting up the land! There's no pride in livin' theer, + nor anywhere, as I sees, now.' + </p> + <p> + 'You mean the railways.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's the Devil come up and abroad ower all England!' exclaimed the + melancholy ancient patriot. + </p> + <p> + A little cheering was tried on him, but vainly. He saw with unerring + distinctness the triumph of the Foul Potentate, nay his personal + appearance 'in they theer puffin' engines.' The country which had produced + Andrew Hedger, as he stated his name to be, would never show the same old + cricketing commons it did when he was a boy. Old England, he declared, was + done for. + </p> + <p> + When Redworth applied to his watch under the brilliant moonbeams, he + discovered that he had been listening to this natural outcry of a decaying + and shunted class full three-quarters of an hour, and The Crossways was + not in sight. He remonstrated. The old man plodded along. 'We must do as + we're directed,' he said. + </p> + <p> + Further walking brought them to a turn. Any turn seemed hopeful. Another + turn offered the welcome sight of a blazing doorway on a rise of ground + off the road. Approaching it, the old man requested him to 'bide a bit,' + and stalked the ascent at long strides. A vigorous old fellow. Redworth + waited below, observing how he joined the group at the lighted door, and, + as it was apparent, put his question of the whereabout of The Crossways. + Finally, in extreme impatience, he walked up to the group of spectators. + They were all, and Andrew Hedger among them, the most entranced and + profoundly reverent, observing the dissection of a pig. + </p> + <p> + Unable to awaken his hearing, Redworth jogged his arm, and the shake was + ineffective until it grew in force. + </p> + <p> + 'I've no time to lose; have they told you the way?' + </p> + <p> + Andrew Hedger yielded his arm. He slowly withdrew his intent fond gaze + from the fair outstretched white carcase, and with drooping eyelids, he + said: 'Ah could eat hog a solid hower!' + </p> + <p> + He had forgotten to ask the way, intoxicated by the aspect of the pig; and + when he did ask it, he was hard of understanding, given wholly to his last + glimpses. + </p> + <p> + Redworth got the directions. He would have dismissed Mr. Andrew Hedger, + but there was no doing so. 'I'll show ye on to The Crossways House,' the + latter said, implying that he had already earned something by showing him + The Crossways post. + </p> + <p> + 'Hog's my feed,' said Andrew Hedger. The gastric springs of eloquence + moved him to discourse, and he unburdened himself between succulent + pauses. 'They've killed him early. He 's fat; and he might ha' been + fatter. But he's fat. They've got their Christmas ready, that they have. + Lord! you should see the chitterlings, and—the sausages hung up to + and along the beams. That's a crown for any dwellin'! They runs 'em round + the top of the room—it's like a May-day wreath in old times. + Home-fed hog! They've a treat in store, they have. And snap your fingers + at the world for many a long day. And the hams! They cure their own hams + at that house. Old style! That's what I say of a hog. He's good from end + to end, and beats a Christian hollow. Everybody knows it and owns it.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth was getting tired. In sympathy with current conversation, he said + a word for the railways: they would certainly make the flesh of swine + cheaper, bring a heap of hams into the market. But Andrew Hedger remarked + with contempt that he had not much opinion of foreign hams: nobody, knew + what they fed on. Hog, he said, would feed on anything, where there was no + choice they had wonderful stomachs for food. Only, when they had a choice, + they left the worst for last, and home-fed filled them with stuff to make + good meat and fat 'what we calls prime bacon.' As it is not right to damp + a native enthusiasm, Redworth let him dilate on his theme, and mused on + his boast to eat hog a solid hour, which roused some distant classic + recollection:—an odd jumble. + </p> + <p> + They crossed the wooden bridge of a flooded stream. + </p> + <p> + 'Now ye have it,' said the hog-worshipper; 'that may be the house, I + reckon.' + </p> + <p> + A dark mass of building, with the moon behind it, shining in spires + through a mound of firs, met Redworth's gaze. The windows all were blind, + no smoke rose from the chimneys. He noted the dusky square of green, and + the finger-post signalling the centre of the four roads. Andrew Hedger + repeated that it was The Crossways house, ne'er a doubt. Redworth paid him + his expected fee, whereupon Andrew, shouldering off, wished him a hearty + good night, and forthwith departed at high pedestrian pace, manifestly to + have a concluding look at the beloved anatomy. + </p> + <p> + There stood the house. Absolutely empty! thought Redworth. The sound of + the gate-bell he rang was like an echo to him. The gate was unlocked. He + felt a return of his queer churchyard sensation when walking up the + garden-path, in the shadow of the house. Here she was born: here her + father died: and this was the station of her dreams, as a girl at school + near London and in Paris. Her heart was here. He looked at the windows + facing the Downs with dead eyes. The vivid idea of her was a phantom + presence, and cold, assuring him that the bodily Diana was absent. Had + Lady Dunstane guessed rightly, he might perhaps have been of service! + </p> + <p> + Anticipating the blank silence, he rang the house-bell. It seemed to set + wagging a weariful tongue in a corpse. The bell did its duty to the last + note, and one thin revival stroke, for a finish, as in days when it + responded livingly to the guest. He pulled, and had the reply, just the + same, with the faint terminal touch, resembling exactly a 'There!' at the + close of a voluble delivery in the negative. Absolutely empty. He pulled + and pulled. The bell wagged, wagged. This had been a house of a witty + host, a merry girl, junketting guests; a house of hilarious thunders, + lightnings of fun and fancy. Death never seemed more voiceful than in that + wagging of the bell. + </p> + <p> + For conscience' sake, as became a trusty emissary, he walked round to the + back of the house, to verify the total emptiness. His apprehensive + despondency had said that it was absolutely empty, but upon consideration + he supposed the house must have some guardian: likely enough, an old + gardener and his wife, lost in deafness double-shotted by sleep! There was + no sign of them. The night air waxed sensibly crisper. He thumped the + backdoors. Blank hollowness retorted on the blow. He banged and kicked. + The violent altercation with wood and wall lasted several minutes, ending + as it had begun. + </p> + <p> + Flesh may worry, but is sure to be worsted in such an argument. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, my dear lady!'—Redworth addressed Lady Dunstane aloud, while + driving his hands into his pockets for warmth—'we've done what we + could. The next best thing is to go to bed and see what morning brings + us.' + </p> + <p> + The temptation to glance at the wild divinings of dreamy-witted women from + the point of view of the practical man, was aided by the intense frigidity + of the atmosphere in leading him to criticize a sex not much used to the + exercise of brains. 'And they hate railways!' He associated them, in the + matter of intelligence, with Andrew Hedger and Company. They sank to the + level of the temperature in his esteem—as regarded their intellects. + He approved their warmth of heart. The nipping of the victim's toes and + finger-tips testified powerfully to that. + </p> + <p> + Round to the front of the house at a trot, he stood in moonlight. Then, + for involuntarily he now did everything running, with a dash up the steps + he seized the sullen pendant bell-handle, and worked it pumpwise, till he + perceived a smaller bell-knob beside the door, at which he worked + piston-wise. Pump and piston, the hurly-burly and the tinkler created an + alarm to scare cat and mouse and Cardinal spider, all that run or weave in + desolate houses, with the good result of a certain degree of heat to his + frame. He ceased, panting. No stir within, nor light. That white stare of + windows at the moon was undisturbed. + </p> + <p> + The Downs were like a wavy robe of shadowy grey silk. No wonder that she + had loved to look on them! + </p> + <p> + And it was no wonder that Andrew Hedger enjoyed prime bacon. Bacon + frizzling, fat rashers of real homefed on the fire-none of your + foreign-suggested a genial refreshment and resistance to antagonistic + elements. Nor was it, granting health, granting a sharp night—the + temperature at least fifteen below zero—an excessive boast for a man + to say he could go on eating for a solid hour. + </p> + <p> + These were notions darting through a half nourished gentleman nipped in + the frame by a severely frosty night. Truly a most beautiful night! She + would have delighted to see it here. The Downs were like floating islands, + like fairy-laden vapours; solid, as Andrew Hedger's hour of eating; + visionary, as too often his desire! + </p> + <p> + Redworth muttered to himself, after taking the picture of the house and + surrounding country from the sward, that he thought it about the sharpest + night he had ever encountered in England. He was cold, hungry, dispirited, + and astoundingly stricken with an incapacity to separate any of his + thoughts from old Andrew Hedger. Nature was at her pranks upon him. + </p> + <p> + He left the garden briskly, as to the legs, and reluctantly. He would have + liked to know whether Diana had recently visited the house, or was + expected. It could be learnt in the morning; but his mission was urgent + and he on the wings of it. He was vexed and saddened. + </p> + <p> + Scarcely had he closed the garden-gate when the noise of an opening window + arrested him, and he called. The answer was in a feminine voice, youngish, + not disagreeable, though not Diana's. + </p> + <p> + He heard none of the words, but rejoined in a bawl: 'Mrs. Warwick!—Mr. + Redworth!' + </p> + <p> + That was loud enough for the deaf or the dead. + </p> + <p> + The window closed. He went to the door and waited. It swung wide to him; + and O marvel of a woman's divination of a woman! there stood Diana. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0009" id="link2HCH0009"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER IX. SHOWS HOW A POSITION OF DELICACY FOR A LADY AND GENTLEMAN WAS + MET IN SIMPLE FASHION WITHOUT HURT TO EITHER + </h2> + <p> + Redworth's impulse was to laugh for very gladness of heart, as he + proffered excuses for his tremendous alarums and in doing so, the worthy + gentleman imagined he must have persisted in clamouring for admission + because he suspected, that if at home, she would require a violent summons + to betray herself. It was necessary to him to follow his abashed sagacity + up to the mark of his happy animation. + </p> + <p> + 'Had I known it was you!' said Diana, bidding him enter the passage. She + wore a black silk mantilla and was warmly covered. + </p> + <p> + She called to her maid Danvers, whom Redworth remembered: a firm woman of + about forty, wrapped, like her mistress, in head-covering, cloak, scarf + and shawl. Telling her to scour the kitchen for firewood, Diana led into a + sitting-room. 'I need not ask—you have come from Lady Dunstane,' she + said. 'Is she well?' + </p> + <p> + 'She is deeply anxious.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are cold. Empty houses are colder than out of doors. You shall soon + have a fire.' + </p> + <p> + She begged him to be seated. + </p> + <p> + The small glow of candle-light made her dark rich colouring orange in + shadow. + </p> + <p> + 'House and grounds are open to a tenant,' she resumed. 'I say good-bye to + them to-morrow morning. The old couple who are in charge sleep in the + village to-night. I did not want them here. You have quitted the + Government service, I think?' + </p> + <p> + 'A year or so since.' + </p> + <p> + 'When did you return from America?' + </p> + <p> + 'Two days back.' + </p> + <p> + 'And paid your visit to Copsley immediately?' + </p> + <p> + 'As early as I could.' + </p> + <p> + 'That was true friendliness. You have a letter for me?' + </p> + <p> + 'I have.' + </p> + <p> + He put his hand to his pocket for the letter. + </p> + <p> + 'Presently,' she said. She divined the contents, and nursed her resolution + to withstand them. Danvers had brought firewood and coal. Orders were + given to her, and in spite of the opposition of the maid and intervention + of the gentleman, Diana knelt at the grate, observing: + </p> + <p> + 'Allow me to do this. I can lay and light a fire.' + </p> + <p> + He was obliged to look on: she was a woman who spoke her meaning. She + knelt, handling paper, firewood and matches, like a housemaid. Danvers + proceeded on her mission, and Redworth eyed Diana in the first fire-glow. + He could have imagined a Madonna on an old black Spanish canvas. + </p> + <p> + The act of service was beautiful in gracefulness, and her simplicity in + doing the work touched it spiritually. He thought, as she knelt there, + that never had he seen how lovely and how charged with mystery her + features were; the dark large eyes full on the brows; the proud line of a + straight nose in right measure to the bow of the lips; reposeful red lips, + shut, and their curve of the slumber-smile at the corners. Her forehead + was broad; the chin of a sufficient firmness to sustain: that noble + square; the brows marked by a soft thick brush to the temples; her black + hair plainly drawn along her head to the knot, revealed by the mantilla + fallen on her neck. + </p> + <p> + Elegant in plainness, the classic poet would have said of her hair and + dress. She was of the women whose wits are quick in everything they do. + That which was proper to her position, complexion, and the hour, surely + marked her appearance. Unaccountably this night, the fair fleshly presence + over-weighted her intellectual distinction, to an observer bent on + vindicating her innocence. Or rather, he saw the hidden in the visible. + </p> + <p> + Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! Redworth pitied the husband. + </p> + <p> + The crackling flames reddened her whole person. Gazing, he remembered Lady + Dunstane saying of her once, that in anger she had the nostrils of a + war-horse. The nostrils now were faintly alive under some sensitive + impression of her musings. The olive cheeks, pale as she stood in the + doorway, were flushed by the fire-beams, though no longer with their + swarthy central rose, tropic flower of a pure and abounding blood, as it + had seemed. She was now beset by battle. His pity for her, and his eager + championship, overwhelmed the spirit of compassion for the foolish + wretched husband. Dolt, the man must be, Redworth thought; and he asked + inwardly, Did the miserable tyrant suppose of a woman like this, that she + would be content to shine as a candle in a grated lanthorn? The generosity + of men speculating upon other men's possessions is known. Yet the man who + loves a woman has to the full the husband's jealousy of her good name. And + a lover, that without the claims of the alliance, can be wounded on her + behalf, is less distracted in his homage by the personal luminary, to + which man's manufacture of balm and incense is mainly drawn when his love + is wounded. That contemplation of her incomparable beauty, with the + multitude of his ideas fluttering round it, did somewhat shake the + personal luminary in Redworth. He was conscious of pangs. The question bit + him: How far had she been indiscreet or wilful? and the bite of it was a + keen acid to his nerves. A woman doubted by her husband, is always, and + even to her champions in the first hours of the noxious rumour, until they + had solidified in confidence through service, a creature of the wilds, + marked for our ancient running. Nay, more than a cynical world, these + latter will be sensible of it. The doubt casts her forth, the general yelp + drags her down; she runs like the prey of the forest under spotting + branches; clear if we can think so, but it has to be thought in + devotedness: her character is abroad. Redworth bore a strong resemblance + to, his fellowmen, except for his power of faith in this woman. + Nevertheless it required the superbness of her beauty and the contrasting + charm of her humble posture of kneeling by the fire, to set him on his + right track of mind. He knew and was sure of her. He dispersed the + unhallowed fry in attendance upon any stirring of the reptile part of us, + to look at her with the eyes of a friend. And if...!—a little mouse + of a thought scampered out of one of the chambers of his head and darted + along the passages, fetching a sweat to his brows. Well, whatsoever the + fact, his heart was hers! He hoped he could be charitable to women. + </p> + <p> + She rose from her knees and said: 'Now, please, give me the letter.' + </p> + <p> + He was entreated to excuse her for consigning him to firelight when she + left the room. + </p> + <p> + Danvers brought in a dismal tallow candle, remarking that her mistress had + not expected visitors: her mistress had nothing but tea and bread and + butter to offer him. Danvers uttered no complaint of her sufferings; happy + in being the picture of them. 'I'm not hungry,' said he. + </p> + <p> + A plate of Andrew Hedger's own would not have tempted him. The foolish + frizzle of bacon sang in his ears as he walked from end to end of the + room; an illusion of his fancy pricked by a frost-edged appetite. But the + anticipated contest with Diana checked and numbed the craving. + </p> + <p> + Was Warwick a man to proceed to extremities on a mad suspicion?—What + kind of proof had he? + </p> + <p> + Redworth summoned the portrait of Mr. Warwick before him, and beheld a + sweeping of close eyes in cloud, a long upper lip in cloud; the rest of + him was all cloud. As usual with these conjurations of a face, the index + of the nature conceived by him displayed itself, and no more; but he took + it for the whole physiognomy, and pronounced of the husband thus + delineated, that those close eyes of the long upper lip would both suspect + and proceed madly. + </p> + <p> + He was invited by Danvers to enter the dining-room. + </p> + <p> + There Diana joined him. + </p> + <p> + 'The best of a dinner on bread and butter is, that one is ready for supper + soon after it,' she said, swimming to the tea-tray. 'You have dined?' + </p> + <p> + 'At the inn,' he replied. + </p> + <p> + 'The Three Ravens! When my father's guests from London flooded The + Crossways, The Three Ravens provided the overflow with beds. On nights + like this I have got up and scraped the frost from my window-panes to see + them step into the old fly, singing some song of his. The inn had a good + reputation for hospitality in those days. I hope they treated you well?' + </p> + <p> + 'Excellently,' said Redworth, taking an enormous mouthful, while his heart + sank to see that she who smiled to encourage his eating had been weeping. + But she also consumed her bread and butter. + </p> + <p> + 'That poor maid of mine is an instance of a woman able to do things + against the grain,' she said. 'Danvers is a foster-child of luxury. She + loves it; great houses, plentiful meals, and the crowd of twinkling + footmen's calves. Yet you see her here in a desolate house, consenting to + cold, and I know not what, terrors of ghosts! poor soul. I have some + mysterious attraction for her. She would not let me come alone. I should + have had to hire some old Storling grannam, or retain the tattling keepers + of the house. She loves her native country too, and disdains the + foreigner. My tea you may trust.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth had not a doubt of it. He was becoming a tea-taster. The merit of + warmth pertained to the beverage. 'I think you get your tea from + Scoppin's, in the City,' he said. + </p> + <p> + That was the warehouse for Mrs. Warwick's tea. They conversed of Teas; the + black, the green, the mixtures; each thinking of the attack to come, and + the defence. Meantime, the cut bread and butter having flown, Redwerth + attacked the loaf. He apologized. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! pay me a practical compliment,' Diana said, and looked really happy + at his unfeigned relish of her simple fare. + </p> + <p> + She had given him one opportunity in speaking of her maid's love of native + country. But it came too early. + </p> + <p> + 'They say that bread and butter is fattening,' he remarked. + </p> + <p> + 'You preserve the mean,' said she. + </p> + <p> + He admitted that his health was good. For some little time, to his + vexation at the absurdity, she kept him talking of himself. So flowing was + she, and so sweet the motion of her mouth in utterance, that he followed + her lead, and he said odd things and corrected them. He had to describe + his ride to her. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes! the view of the Downs from Dewhurst,' she exclaimed. 'Or any point + along the ridge. Emma and I once drove there in Summer, with clotted cream + from her dairy, and we bought fresh-plucked wortleberries, and stewed them + in a hollow of the furzes, and ate them with ground biscuits and the + clotted cream iced, and thought it a luncheon for seraphs. Then you + dropped to the road round under the sand-heights—and meditated + railways!' + </p> + <p> + 'Just a notion or two.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have been very successful in America?' + </p> + <p> + 'Successful; perhaps; we exclude extremes in our calculations of the still + problematical.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am sure,' said she, 'you always have faith in your calculations.' + </p> + <p> + Her innocent archness dealt him a stab sharper than any he had known since + the day of his hearing of her engagement. He muttered of his calculations + being human; he was as much of a fool as other men—more! + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! no,' said she. + </p> + <p> + 'Positively.' + </p> + <p> + 'I cannot think it.' + </p> + <p> + 'I know it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Redworth, you will never persuade me to believe it.' + </p> + <p> + He knocked a rising groan on the head, and rejoined 'I hope I may not have + to say so to-night.' + </p> + <p> + Diana felt the edge of the dart. 'And meditating railways, you scored our + poor land of herds and flocks; and night fell, and the moon sprang up, and + on you came. It was clever of you to find your way by the moonbeams.' + </p> + <p> + 'That's about the one thing I seem fit for!' + </p> + <p> + 'But what delusion is this, in the mind of a man succeeding in everything + he does!' cried Diana, curious despite her wariness. 'Is there to be the + revelation of a hairshirt ultimately?—a Journal of Confessions? You + succeeded in everything you aimed at, and broke your heart over one chance + miss?' + </p> + <p> + 'My heart is not of the stuff to break,' he said, and laughed off her + fortuitous thrust straight into it. 'Another cup, yes. I came...' + </p> + <p> + 'By night,' said she, 'and cleverly found your way, and dined at The Three + Ravens, and walked to The Crossways, and met no ghosts.' + </p> + <p> + 'On the contrary—or at least I saw a couple.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me of them; we breed them here. We sell them periodically to the + newspapers!' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I started them in their natal locality. I saw them, going down the + churchyard, and bellowed after them with all my lungs. I wanted directions + to The Crossways; I had missed my way at some turning. In an instant they + were vapour.' + </p> + <p> + Diana smiled. 'It was indeed a voice to startle delicate apparitions! So + do roar Hyrcanean tigers. Pyramus and Thisbe—slaying lions! One of + your ghosts carried a loaf of bread, and dropped it in fright; one carried + a pound of fresh butter for home consumption. They were in the churchyard + for one in passing to kneel at her father's grave and kiss his tombstone.' + </p> + <p> + She bowed her head, forgetful of her guard. + </p> + <p> + The pause presented an opening. Redworth left his chair and walked to the + mantelpiece. It was easier to him to speak, not facing her. + </p> + <p> + 'You have read Lady Dunstane's letter,' he began. + </p> + <p> + She nodded. 'I have.' + </p> + <p> + 'Can you resist her appeal to you?' + </p> + <p> + 'I must.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is not in a condition to bear it well. You will pardon me, Mrs. + Warwick...' + </p> + <p> + 'Fully! Fully!' + </p> + <p> + 'I venture to offer merely practical advice. You have thought of it all, + but have not felt it. In these cases, the one thing to do is to make a + stand. Lady Dunstane has a clear head. She sees what has to be endured by + you. Consider: she appeals to me to bring you her letter. Would she have + chosen me, or any man, for her messenger, if it had not appeared to her a + matter of life and death? You count me among your friends.' + </p> + <p> + 'One of the truest.' + </p> + <p> + 'Here are two, then, and your own good sense. For I do not believe it to + be a question of courage.' + </p> + <p> + 'He has commenced. Let him carry it out,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + Her desperation could have added the cry—And give me freedom! That + was the secret in her heart. She had struck on the hope for the detested + yoke to be broken at any cost. + </p> + <p> + 'I decline to meet his charges. I despise them. If my friends have faith + in me—and they may!—I want nothing more.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I won't talk commonplaces about the world,' said Redworth. 'We can + none of us afford to have it against us. Consider a moment: to your + friends you are the Diana Merion they knew, and they will not suffer an + injury to your good name without a struggle. But if you fly? You leave the + dearest you have to the whole brunt of it. + </p> + <p> + 'They will, if they love me.' + </p> + <p> + 'They will. But think of the shock to her. Lady Dunstane reads you—' + </p> + <p> + 'Not quite. No, not if she even wishes me to stay!' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + He was too intent on his pleading to perceive a signification. + </p> + <p> + 'She reads you as clearly in the dark as if you were present with her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! why am I not ten years older!' Diana cried, and tried to face round + to him, and stopped paralyzed. 'Ten years older, I could discuss my + situation, as an old woman of the world, and use my wits to defend + myself.' + </p> + <p> + 'And then you would not dream of flight before it!' + </p> + <p> + 'No, she does not read me: no! She saw that I might come to The Crossways. + She—no one but myself can see the wisdom of my holding aloof, in + contempt of this baseness.' + </p> + <p> + 'And of allowing her to sink under that which your presence would arrest. + Her strength will not support it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Emma! Oh, cruel!' Diana sprang up to give play to her limbs. She dropped + on another chair. 'Go I must, I cannot turn back. She saw my old + attachment to this place. It was not difficult to guess... Who but I can + see the wisest course for me!' + </p> + <p> + 'It comes to this, that the blow aimed at you in your absence will strike + her, and mortally,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Then I say it is terrible to have a friend,' said Diana, with her bosom + heaving. + </p> + <p> + 'Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two.' + </p> + <p> + His unstressed observation hit a bell in her head, and set it + reverberating. She and Emma had spoken, written, the very words. She drew + forth her Emma's letter from under her left breast, and read some + half-blinded lines. + </p> + <p> + Redworth immediately prepared to leave her to her feelings—trustier + guides than her judgement in this crisis. + </p> + <p> + 'Adieu, for the night, Mrs. Warwick,' he said, and was guilty of + eulogizing the judgement he thought erratic for the moment. 'Night is a + calm adviser. Let me presume to come again in the morning. I dare not go + back without you.' + </p> + <p> + She looked up. As they faced together each saw that the other had passed + through a furnace, scorching enough to him, though hers was the delicacy + exposed. The reflection had its weight with her during the night. + </p> + <p> + 'Danvers is getting ready a bed for you; she is airing linen,' Diana, + said. But the bed was declined, and the hospitality was not pressed. The + offer of it seemed to him significant of an unwary cordiality and + thoughtlessness of tattlers that might account possibly for many things—supposing + a fool or madman, or malignants, to interpret them. + </p> + <p> + 'Then, good night,' said she. + </p> + <p> + They joined hands. He exacted no promise that she would be present in the + morning to receive him; and it was a consolation to her desire for + freedom, until she reflected on the perfect confidence it implied, and + felt as a quivering butterfly impalpably pinned. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0010" id="link2HCH0010"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER X. THE CONFLICT OF THE NIGHT + </h2> + <h3> + Her brain was a steam-wheel throughout the night; everything that could be + thought of was tossed, nothing grasped. + </h3> + <p> + The unfriendliness of the friends who sought to retain her recurred. For + look—to fly could not be interpreted as a flight. It was but a + stepping aside, a disdain of defending herself, and a wrapping herself in + her dignity. Women would be with her. She called on the noblest of them to + justify the course she chose, and they did, in an almost audible murmur. + </p> + <p> + And O the rich reward. A black archway-gate swung open to the glittering + fields of freedom. + </p> + <p> + Emma was not of the chorus. Emma meditated as an invalid. How often had + Emma bewailed to her that the most, grievous burden of her malady was her + fatal tendency to brood sickly upon human complications! She could not see + the blessedness of the prospect of freedom to a woman abominably yoked. + What if a miserable woman were dragged through mire to reach it! Married, + the mire was her portion, whatever she might do. That man—but pass + him! + </p> + <p> + And that other—the dear, the kind, careless, high-hearted old + friend. He could honestly protest his guiltlessness, and would smilingly + leave the case to go its ways. Of this she was sure, that her decision and + her pleasure would be his. They were tied to the stake. She had already + tasted some of the mortal agony. Did it matter whether the flames consumed + her? + </p> + <p> + Reflecting on the interview with Redworth, though she had performed her + part in it placidly, her skin burned. It was the beginning of tortures if + she stayed in England. + </p> + <p> + By staying to defend herself she forfeited her attitude of dignity and + lost all chance of her reward. And name the sort of world it is, dear + friends, for which we are to sacrifice our one hope of freedom, that we + may preserve our fair fame in it! + </p> + <p> + Diana cried aloud, 'My freedom!' feeling as a butterfly flown out of a box + to stretches of sunny earth beneath spacious heavens. Her bitter marriage, + joyless in all its chapters, indefensible where the man was right as well + as where insensately wrong, had been imprisonment. She excused him down to + his last madness, if only the bonds were broken. Here, too, in this very + house of her happiness with her father, she had bound herself to the man + voluntarily, quite inexplicably. Voluntarily, as we say. But there must be + a spell upon us at times. Upon young women there certainly is. + </p> + <p> + The wild brain of Diana, armed by her later enlightenment as to the laws + of life and nature, dashed in revolt at the laws of the world when she + thought of the forces, natural and social, urging young women to marry and + be bound to the end. + </p> + <p> + It should be a spotless world which is thus ruthless. + </p> + <p> + But were the world impeccable it would behave more generously. + </p> + <p> + The world is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite! The + world cannot afford to be magnanimous, or even just. + </p> + <p> + Her dissensions with her husband, their differences of opinion, and puny + wranglings, hoistings of two standards, reconciliations for the sake of + decency, breaches of the truce, and his detested meanness, the man behind + the mask; and glimpses of herself too, the half-known, half-suspected, + developing creature claiming to be Diana, and unlike her dreamed Diana, + deformed by marriage, irritable, acerb, rebellious, constantly justifiable + against him, but not in her own mind, and therefore accusing him of the + double crime of provoking her and perverting her—these were the + troops defiling through her head while she did battle with the hypocrite + world. + </p> + <p> + One painful sting was caused by the feeling that she could have loved—whom? + An ideal. Had he, the imagined but unvisioned, been her yoke-fellow, would + she now lie raising caged-beast cries in execration of the yoke? She would + not now be seeing herself as hare, serpent, tigress! The hypothesis was + reviewed in negatives: she had barely a sense of softness, just a single + little heave of the bosom, quivering upward and leadenly sinking, when she + glanced at a married Diana heartily mated. The regrets of the youthful for + a life sailing away under medical sentence of death in the sad eyes of + relatives resemble it. She could have loved. Good-bye to that! + </p> + <p> + A woman's brutallest tussle with the world was upon her. She was in the + arena of the savage claws, flung there by the man who of all others should + have protected her from them. And what had she done to deserve it? She + listened to the advocate pleading her case; she primed him to admit the + charges, to say the worst, in contempt of legal prudence, and thereby + expose her transparent honesty. The very things awakening a mad suspicion + proved her innocence. But was she this utterly simple person? Oh, no! She + was the Diana of the pride in her power of fencing with evil—by no + means of the order of those ninny young women who realize the popular + conception of the purely innocent. She had fenced and kept her guard. Of + this it was her angry glory to have the knowledge. But she had been + compelled to fence. Such are men in the world of facts, that when a woman + steps out of her domestic tangle to assert, because it is a tangle, her + rights to partial independence, they sight her for their prey, or at least + they complacently suppose her accessible. Wretched at home, a woman ought + to bury herself in her wretchedness, else may she be assured that not the + cleverest, wariest guard will cover her character. + </p> + <p> + Against the husband her cause was triumphant. Against herself she decided + not to plead it, for this reason, that the preceding Court, which was the + public and only positive one, had entirely and justly exonerated her. But + the holding of her hand by the friend half a minute too long for + friendship, and the over-friendliness of looks, letters, frequency of + visits, would speak within her. She had a darting view of her husband's + estimation of them in his present mood. She quenched it; they were + trifles, things that women of the world have to combat. The revelation to + a fair-minded young woman of the majority of men being naught other than + men, and some of the friendliest of men betraying confidence under the + excuse of temptation, is one of the shocks to simplicity which leave her + the alternative of misanthropy or philosophy. Diana had not the heart to + hate her kind, so she resigned herself to pardon, and to the recognition + of the state of duel between the sexes-active enough in her sphere of + society. The circle hummed with it; many lived for it. Could she pretend + to ignore it? Her personal experience might have instigated a less clear + and less intrepid nature to take advantage of the opportunity for playing + the popular innocent, who runs about with astonished eyes to find herself + in so hunting a world, and wins general compassion, if not shelter in + unsuspected and unlicenced places. There is perpetually the inducement to + act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world, unless a woman submits to be + the humbly knitting housewife, unquestioningly worshipful of her lord; for + the world is ever gracious to an hypocrisy that pays homage to the mask of + virtue by copying it; the world is hostile to the face of an innocence not + conventionally simpering and quite surprised; the world prefers decorum to + honesty. 'Let me be myself, whatever the martyrdom!' she cried, in that + phase of young sensation when, to the blooming woman; the putting on of a + mask appears to wither her and reduce her to the show she parades. Yet, in + common with her sisterhood, she owned she had worn a sort of mask; the + world demands it of them as the price of their station. That she had never + worn it consentingly, was the plea for now casting it off altogether, + showing herself as she was, accepting martyrdom, becoming the first martyr + of the modern woman's cause—a grand position! and one imaginable to + an excited mind in the dark, which does not conjure a critical humour, as + light does, to correct the feverish sublimity. She was, then, this martyr, + a woman capable of telling the world she knew it, and of, confessing that + she had behaved in disdain of its rigider rules, according to her own + ideas of her immunities. O brave! + </p> + <p> + But was she holding the position by flight? It involved the challenge of + consequences, not an evasion of them. + </p> + <p> + She moaned; her mental steam-wheel stopped; fatigue brought sleep. + </p> + <p> + She had sensationally led her rebellious wits to The Crossways, distilling + much poison from thoughts on the way; and there, for the luxury of a still + seeming indecision, she sank into oblivion. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0011" id="link2HCH0011"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XI. RECOUNTS THE JOURNEY IN A CHARIOT, WITH A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF + DIALOGUE, AND A SMALL INCIDENT ON THE ROAD + </h2> + <p> + In the morning the fight was over. She looked at the signpost of The + Crossways whilst dressing, and submitted to follow, obediently as a + puppet, the road recommended by friends, though a voice within, that she + took for the intimations of her reason, protested that they were wrong, + that they were judging of her case in the general, and unwisely—disastrously + for her. + </p> + <p> + The mistaking of her desires for her reasons was peculiar to her + situation. + </p> + <p> + 'So I suppose I shall some day see The Crossways again,' she said, to + conceive a compensation in the abandonment of freedom. The night's red + vision of martyrdom was reserved to console her secretly, among the + unopened lockers in her treasury of thoughts. It helped to sustain her; + and she was too conscious of things necessary for her sustainment to bring + it to the light of day and examine it. She had a pitiful bit of pleasure + in the gratification she imparted to Danvers, by informing her that the + journey of the day was backward to Copsley. + </p> + <p> + 'If I may venture to say so, ma'am, I am very glad,' said her maid. + </p> + <p> + 'You must be prepared for the questions of lawyers, Danvers.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, ma'am! they'll get nothing out of me, and their wigs won't frighten + me.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is usually their baldness that is most frightening, my poor Danvers.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nor their baldness, ma'am,' said the literal maid; 'I never cared for + their heads, or them. I've been in a Case before.' + </p> + <p> + 'Indeed!' exclaimed her mistress; and she had a chill. + </p> + <p> + Danvers mentioned a notorious Case, adding, 'They got nothing out of me.' + </p> + <p> + 'In my Case you will please to speak the truth,' said Diana, and beheld in + the looking-glass the primming of her maid's mouth. The sight shot a + sting. + </p> + <p> + 'Understand that there is to be no hesitation about telling the truth of + what you know of me,' said Diana; and the answer was, 'No, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + For Danvers could remark to herself that she knew little, and was not a + person to hesitate. She was a maid of the world, with the quality of + faithfulness, by nature, to a good mistress. + </p> + <p> + Redworth's further difficulties were confined to the hiring of a + conveyance for the travellers, and hot-water bottles, together with a + postillion not addicted to drunkenness. He procured a posting-chariot, an + ancient and musty, of a late autumnal yellow unrefreshed by paint; the + only bottles to be had were Dutch Schiedam. His postillion, inspected at + Storling, carried the flag of habitual inebriation on his nose, and he + deemed it adviseable to ride the mare in accompaniment as far as + Riddlehurst, notwithstanding the postillion's vows upon his honour that he + was no drinker. The emphasis, to a gentleman acquainted with his + countrymen, was not reassuring. He had hopes of enlisting a trustier + fellow at Riddlehurst, but he was disappointed; and while debating upon + what to do, for he shrank from leaving two women to the conduct of that + inflamed troughsnout, Brisby, despatched to Storling by an afterthought of + Lady Dunstane's, rushed out of the Riddlehurst inn taproom, and relieved + him of the charge of the mare. He was accommodated with a seat on a stool + in the chariot. 'My triumphal car,' said his captive. She was very amusing + about her postillion; Danvers had to beg pardon for laughing. 'You are + happy,' observed her mistress. But Redworth laughed too, and he could not + boast of any happiness beyond the temporary satisfaction, nor could she + who sprang the laughter boast of that little. She said to herself, in the + midst of the hilarity, 'Wherever I go now, in all weathers, I am perfectly + naked!' And remembering her readings of a certain wonderful old quarto + book in her father's library, by an eccentric old Scottish nobleman, + wherein the wearing of garments and sleeping in houses is accused as the + cause of human degeneracy, she took a forced merry stand on her return to + the primitive healthful state of man and woman, and affected scorn of our + modern ways of dressing and thinking. Whence it came that she had some of + her wildest seizures of iridescent humour. Danvers attributed the fun to + her mistress's gladness in not having pursued her bent to quit the + country. Redworth saw deeper, and was nevertheless amazed by the airy + hawk-poise and pounce-down of her wit, as she ranged high and low, now + capriciously generalizing, now dropping bolt upon things of passage—the + postillion jogging from rum to gin, the rustics baconly agape, the + horse-kneed ostlers. She touched them to the life in similes and phrases; + and next she was aloft, derisively philosophizing, but with a comic + afflatus that dispersed the sharpness of her irony in mocking laughter. + The afternoon refreshments at the inn of the county market-town, and the + English idea of public hospitality, as to manner and the substance + provided for wayfarers, were among the themes she made memorable to him. + She spoke of everything tolerantly, just naming it in a simple sentence, + that fell with a ring and chimed: their host's ready acquiescence in + receiving, orders, his contemptuous disclaimer of stuff he did not keep, + his flat indifference to the sheep he sheared, and the phantom half-crown + flickering in one eye of the anticipatory waiter; the pervading and + confounding smell of stale beer over all the apartments; the prevalent, + notion of bread, butter, tea, milk, sugar, as matter for the exercise of a + native inventive genius—these were reviewed in quips of metaphor. + </p> + <p> + 'Come, we can do better at an inn or two known to me,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Surely this is the best that can be done for us, when we strike them with + the magic wand of a postillion?' said she. + </p> + <p> + 'It depends, as elsewhere, on the individuals entertaining us.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yet you admit that your railways are rapidly “polishing off” the + individual.' + </p> + <p> + 'They will spread the metropolitan idea of comfort.' + </p> + <p> + 'I fear they will feed us on nothing but that big word. It booms—a + curfew bell—for every poor little light that we would read by.' + </p> + <p> + Seeing their beacon-nosed postillion preparing too mount and failing in + his jump, Redworth was apprehensive, and questioned the fellow concerning + potation. + </p> + <p> + 'Lord, sir, they call me half a horse, but I can't 'bids water,' was the + reply, with the assurance that he had not 'taken a pailful.' + </p> + <p> + Habit enabled him to gain his seat. + </p> + <p> + 'It seems to us unnecessary to heap on coal when the chimney is afire; but + he may know the proper course,' Diana said, convulsing Danvers; and there + was discernibly to Redworth, under the influence of her phrases, a + likeness of the flaming 'half-horse,' with the animals all smoking in the + frost, to a railway engine. 'Your wrinkled centaur,' she named the man. Of + course he had to play second to her, and not unwillingly; but he reflected + passingly on the instinctive push of her rich and sparkling voluble fancy + to the initiative, which women do not like in a woman, and men prefer to + distantly admire. English women and men feel toward the quick-witted of + their species as to aliens, having the demerits of aliens-wordiness, + vanity, obscurity, shallowness, an empty glitter, the sin of posturing. A + quick-witted woman exerting her wit is both a foreigner and potentially a + criminal. She is incandescent to a breath of rumour. It accounted for her + having detractors; a heavy counterpoise to her enthusiastic friends. It + might account for her husband's discontent-the reduction of him to a state + of mere masculine antagonism. What is the husband of a vanward woman? He + feels himself but a diminished man. The English husband of a voluble woman + relapses into a dreary mute. Ah, for the choice of places! Redworth would + have yielded her the loquent lead for the smallest of the privileges due + to him who now rejected all, except the public scourging of her. The + conviction was in his mind that the husband of this woman sought rather to + punish than be rid of her. But a part of his own emotion went to form the + judgement. + </p> + <p> + Furthermore, Lady Dunstane's allusion to her 'enemies' made him set down + her growing crops of backbiters to the trick she had of ridiculing things + English. If the English do it themselves, it is in a professionally + robust, a jocose, kindly way, always with a glance at the other things, + great things, they excel in; and it is done to have the credit of doing + it. They are keen to catch an inimical tone; they will find occasion to + chastise the presumptuous individual, unless it be the leader of a party, + therefore a power; for they respect a power. Redworth knew their + quaintnesses; without overlooking them he winced at the acid of an irony + that seemed to spring from aversion, and regretted it, for her sake. He + had to recollect that she was in a sharp-strung mood, bitterly surexcited; + moreover he reminded himself of her many and memorable phrases of + enthusiasm for England—Shakespeareland, as she would sometimes + perversely term it, to sink the country in the poet. English fortitude, + English integrity, the English disposition to do justice to dependents, + adolescent English ingenuousness, she was always ready to laud. Only her + enthusiasm required rousing by circumstances; it was less at the brim than + her satire. Hence she made enemies among a placable people. + </p> + <p> + He felt that he could have helped her under happier conditions. The + beautiful vision she had been on the night of the Irish Ball swept before + him, and he looked at her, smiling. + </p> + <p> + 'Why do you smile?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'I was thinking of Mr. Sullivan Smith.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! my dear compatriot! And think, too, of Lord Larrian.' + </p> + <p> + She caught her breath. Instead of recreation, the names brought on a fit + of sadness. It deepened; shy neither smiled nor rattled any more. She + gazed across the hedgeways at the white meadows and bare-twigged copses + showing their last leaves in the frost. + </p> + <p> + 'I remember your words: “Observation is the most, enduring of the + pleasures of life”; and so I have found it,' she said. There was a + brightness along her under-eyelids that caused him to look away. + </p> + <p> + The expected catastrophe occurred on the descent of a cutting in the sand, + where their cordial postillion at a trot bumped the chariot against the + sturdy wheels of a waggon, which sent it reclining for support upon a + beech-tree's huge intertwisted serpent roots, amid strips of brown bracken + and pendant weeds, while he exhibited one short stump of leg, all boot, in + air. No one was hurt. Diana disengaged herself from the shoulder of + Danvers, and mildly said: + </p> + <p> + 'That reminds me, I forgot to ask why we came in a chariot.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth was excited on her behalf, but the broken glass had done no + damage, nor had Danvers fainted. The remark was unintelligible to him, + apart from the comforting it had been designed to give. He jumped out, and + held a hand for them to do the same. 'I never foresaw an event more + positively,' said he. + </p> + <p> + 'And it was nothing but a back view that inspired you all the way,' said + Diana. + </p> + <p> + A waggoner held the horses, another assisted Redworth to right the + chariot. The postillion had hastily recovered possession of his official + seat, that he might as soon as possible feel himself again where he was + most intelligent, and was gay in stupidity, indifferent to what happened + behind him. Diana heard him counselling the waggoner as to the common + sense of meeting small accidents with a cheerful soul. + </p> + <p> + 'Lord!' he cried, 'I been pitched a Somerset in my time, and taken up for + dead, and that didn't beat me!' + </p> + <p> + Disasters of the present kind could hardly affect such a veteran. But he + was painfully disconcerted by Redworth's determination not to entrust the + ladies any farther to his guidance. Danvers had implored for permission to + walk the mile to the town, and thence take a fly to Copsley. Her mistress + rather sided with the postillion; who begged them to spare him the + disgrace of riding in and delivering a box at the Red Lion. + </p> + <p> + 'What'll they say? And they know Arthur Dance well there,' he groaned. + 'What! Arthur! chariotin' a box! And me a better man to his work now than + I been for many a long season, fit for double the journey! A bit of a + shake always braces me up. I could read a newspaper right off, small print + and all. Come along, sir, and hand the ladies in.' + </p> + <p> + Danvers vowed her thanks to Mr. Redworth for refusing. They walked ahead; + the postillion communicated his mixture of professional and human feelings + to the waggoners, and walked his horses in the rear, meditating on the + weak-heartedness of gentryfolk, and the means for escaping being chaffed + out of his boots at the Old Red Lion, where he was to eat, drink, and + sleep that night. Ladies might be fearsome after a bit of a shake; he + would not have supposed it of a gentleman. He jogged himself into an + arithmetic of the number of nips of liquor he had taken to soothe him on + the road, in spite of the gentleman. 'For some of 'em are sworn enemies of + poor men, as yonder one, ne'er a doubt.' + </p> + <p> + Diana enjoyed her walk beneath the lingering brown-red of the frosty + November sunset, with the scent of sand-earth strong in the air. + </p> + <p> + 'I had to hire a chariot because there was no two-horse carriage,' said + Redworth, 'and I wished to reach Copsley as early as possible.' + </p> + <p> + She replied, smiling, that accidents were fated. As a certain marriage had + been! The comparison forced itself on her reflections. + </p> + <p> + 'But this is quite an adventure,' said she, reanimated by the brisker flow + of her blood. 'We ought really to be thankful for it, in days when nothing + happens.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth accused her of getting that idea from the perusal of romances. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, our lives require compression, like romances, to be interesting, and + we object to the process,' she said. 'Real happiness is a state of + dulness. When we taste it consciously it becomes mortal—a thing of + the Seasons. But I like my walk. How long these November sunsets burn, and + what hues they have! There is a scientific reason, only don't tell it me. + Now I understand why you always used to choose your holidays in November.' + </p> + <p> + She thrilled him with her friendly recollection of his customs. + </p> + <p> + 'As to happiness, the looking forward is happiness,' he remarked. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, the looking back! back!' she cried. + </p> + <p> + 'Forward! that is life.' + </p> + <p> + 'And backward, death, if you will; and still at is happiness. Death, and + our postillion!' + </p> + <p> + 'Ay; I wonder why the fellow hangs to the rear,' said Redworth, turning + about. + </p> + <p> + 'It's his cunning strategy, poor creature, so that he may be thought to + have delivered us at the head of the town, for us to make a purchase or + two, if we go to the inn on foot,' said Diana. 'We 'll let the manoeuvre + succeed.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth declared that she had a head for everything, and she was + flattered to hear him. + </p> + <p> + So passing from the southern into the western road, they saw the + town-lights beneath an amber sky burning out sombrely over the woods of + Copsley, and entered the town, the postillion following. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0012" id="link2HCH0012"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XII. BETWEEN EMMA AND DIANA + </h2> + <p> + Diana was in the arms of her friend at a late hour of the evening, and + Danvers breathed the amiable atmosphere of footmen once more, professing + herself perished. This maid of the world, who could endure hardships and + loss of society for the mistress to whom she was attached, no sooner saw + herself surrounded by the comforts befitting her station, than she + indulged in the luxury of a wailful dejectedness, the better to appreciate + them. She was unaffectedly astonished to find her outcries against the + cold and the journeyings to and fro interpreted as a serving-woman's + muffled comments on her mistress's behaviour. Lady Dunstane's maid + Bartlett, and Mrs. Bridges the housekeeper, and Foster the butler, + contrived to let her know that they could speak an if they would; and they + expressed their pity of her to assist her to begin the speaking. She bowed + in acceptance of Fosters offer of a glass of wine after supper, but + treated him and the other two immediately as though they had been + interrogating bigwigs. + </p> + <p> + 'They wormed nothing out of me,' she said to her mistress at night, + undressing her. 'But what a set they are! They've got such comfortable + places, they've all their days and hours for talk of the doings of their + superiors. They read the vilest of those town papers, and they put their + two and two together of what is happening in and about. And not one of the + footmen thinks of staying, because it 's so dull; and they and the maids + object—did one ever hear?—to the three uppers retiring, when + they 've done dining, to the private room to dessert.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the custom?' observed her mistress. + </p> + <p> + 'Foster carries the decanter, ma'am, and Mrs. Bridges the biscuits, and + Bartlett the plate of fruit, and they march out in order.' + </p> + <p> + 'The man at the head of the procession, probably.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh yes. And the others, though they have everything except the wine and + dessert, don't like it. When I was here last they were new, and hadn't a + word against it. Now they say it's invidious! Lady Dunstane will be left + without an under-servant at Copsley soon. I was asked about your boxes, + ma'am, and the moment I said they were at Dover, that instant all three + peeped. They let out a mouse to me. They do love to talk!' + </p> + <p> + Her mistress could have added, 'And you too, my good Danvers!' trustworthy + though she knew the creature to be in the main. + </p> + <p> + 'Now go, and be sure you have bedclothes enough before you drop asleep,' + she said; and Danvers directed her steps to gossip with Bartlett. + </p> + <p> + Diana wrapped herself in a dressing-gown Lady Dunstane had sent her, and + sat by the fire, thinking of the powder of tattle stored in servants' + halls to explode beneath her: and but for her choice of roads she might + have been among strangers. The liking of strangers best is a curious + exemplification of innocence. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, I was in a muse,' she said, raising her head to Emma, whom she + expected and sat armed to meet, unaccountably iron-nerved. 'I was + questioning whether I could be quite as blameless as I fancy, if I sit and + shiver to be in England. You will tell me I have taken the right road. I + doubt it. But the road is taken, and here I am. But any road that leads me + to you is homeward, my darling!' She tried to melt, determining to be at + least open with her. + </p> + <p> + 'I have not praised you enough for coming,' said Emma, when they had + embraced again. + </p> + <p> + 'Praise a little your “truest friend of women.” Your letter gave the tug. + I might have resisted it.' + </p> + <p> + 'He came straight from heaven! But, cruel Tony where is your love?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is unequal to yours, dear, I see. I could have wrestled with anything + abstract and distant, from being certain. But here I am.' + </p> + <p> + 'But, my own dear girl, you never could have allowed this infamous charge + to be undefended?' + </p> + <p> + 'I think so. I've an odd apathy as to my character; rather like death, + when one dreams of flying the soul. What does it matter? I should have + left the flies and wasps to worry a corpse. And then-good-bye gentility! I + should have worked for my bread. I had thoughts of America. I fancy I can + write; and Americans, one hears, are gentle to women.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, Tony! there's the looking back. And, of all women, you!' + </p> + <p> + 'Or else, dear-well, perhaps once on foreign soil, in a different air, I + might—might have looked back, and seen my whole self, not shattered, + as I feel it now, and come home again compassionate to the poor persecuted + animal to defend her. Perhaps that was what I was running away for. I fled + on the instinct, often a good thing to trust.' + </p> + <p> + 'I saw you at The Crossways.' + </p> + <p> + 'I remembered I had the dread that you would, though I did not imagine you + would reach me so swiftly. My going there was an instinct, too. I suppose + we are all instinct when we have the world at our heels. Forgive me if I + generalize without any longer the right to be included in the common human + sum. “Pariah” and “taboo” are words we borrow from barbarous tribes; they + stick to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'My Tony, you look as bright as ever, and you speak despairingly.' + </p> + <p> + 'Call me enigma. I am that to myself, Emmy.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are not quite yourself to your friend.' + </p> + <p> + 'Since the blow I have been bewildered; I see nothing upright. It came on + me suddenly; stunned me. A bolt out of a clear sky, as they say. He spared + me a scene: There had been threats, and yet the sky was clear, or seemed. + When we have a man for arbiter, he is our sky.' + </p> + <p> + Emma pressed her Tony's unresponsive hand, feeling strangely that her + friend ebbed from her. + </p> + <p> + 'Has he... to mislead him?' she said, colouring at the breach in the + question. + </p> + <p> + 'Proofs? He has the proofs he supposes.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not to justify suspicion?' + </p> + <p> + 'He broke open my desk and took my letters.' + </p> + <p> + 'Horrible! But the letters?' Emma shook with a nervous revulsion. + </p> + <p> + 'You might read them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Basest of men! That is the unpardonable cowardice!', exclaimed Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'The world will read them, dear,' said Diana, and struck herself to ice. + She broke from the bitter frigidity in fury. 'They are letters—none + very long—sometimes two short sentences—he wrote at any spare + moment. On my honour, as a woman, I feel for him most. The letters—I + would bear any accusation rather than that exposure. Letters of a man of + his age to a young woman he rates too highly! + </p> + <p> + The world reads them. Do you hear it saying it could have excused her for + that fiddle-faddle with a younger—a young lover? And had I thought + of a lover!... I had no thought of loving or being loved. I confess I was + flattered. To you, Emma, I will confess.... You see the public ridicule!—and + half his age, he and I would have appeared a romantic couple! Confess, I + said. Well, dear, the stake is lighted for a trial of its effect on me. It + is this: he was never a dishonourable friend; but men appear to be capable + of friendship with women only for as long as we keep out of pulling + distance of that line where friendship ceases. They may step on it; we + must hold back a league. I have learnt it. You will judge whether he + disrespects me. As for him, he is a man; at his worst, not one of the + worst; at his best, better than very many. There, now, Emma, you have me + stripped and burning; there is my full confession. Except for this—yes, + one thing further—that I do rage at the ridicule, and could choose, + but for you, to have given the world cause to revile me, or think me + romantic. Something or somebody to suffer for would really be agreeable. + It is a singular fact, I have not known what this love is, that they talk + about. And behold me marched into Smithfield!—society's heretic, if + you please. I must own I think it hard.' + </p> + <p> + Emma chafed her cold hand softly. + </p> + <p> + 'It is hard; I understand it,' she murmured. 'And is your Sunday visit to + us in the list of offences?' + </p> + <p> + 'An item.' + </p> + <p> + 'You gave me a happy day.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then it counts for me in heaven.' + </p> + <p> + 'He set spies on you?' + </p> + <p> + 'So we may presume.' + </p> + <p> + Emma went through a sphere of tenuious reflections in a flash. + </p> + <p> + 'He will rue it. Perhaps now... he may now be regretting his wretched + frenzy. And Tony could pardon; she has the power of pardoning in her + heart.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! certainly, dear. But tell me why it is you speak to-night rather + unlike the sedate, philosophical Emma; in a tone-well, tolerably + sentimental?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am unaware of it,' said Emma, who could have retorted with a like + reproach. 'I am anxious, I will not say at present for your happiness, for + your peace; and I have a hope that possibly a timely word from some friend—Lukin + or another—might induce him to consider.' + </p> + <p> + 'To pardon me, do you mean?' cried Diana, flushing sternly. + </p> + <p> + 'Not pardon. Suppose a case of faults on both sides.' + </p> + <p> + 'You address a faulty person, my dear. But do you know that you are + hinting at a reconcilement?' + </p> + <p> + 'Might it not be?' + </p> + <p> + 'Open your eyes to what it involves. I trust I can pardon. Let him go his + ways, do his darkest, or repent. But return to the roof of the “basest of + men,” who was guilty of “the unpardonable cowardice”? You expect me to be + superhuman. When I consent to that, I shall be out of my woman's skin, + which he has branded. Go back to him!' She was taken with a shudder of + head and limbs. 'No; I really have the power of pardoning, and I am bound + to; for among my debts to him, this present exemption, that is like + liberty dragging a chain, or, say, an escaped felon wearing his manacles, + should count. I am sensible of my obligation. The price I pay for it is an + immovable patch-attractive to male idiots, I have heard, and a mark of + scorn to females. Between the two the remainder of my days will be lively. + “Out, out, damned spot!” But it will not. And not on the hand—on the + forehead! We'll talk of it no longer. I have sent a note, with an + enclosure, to my lawyers. I sell The Crossways, if I have the married + woman's right to any scrap of property, for money to scatter fees.' + </p> + <p> + 'My purse, dear Tony!' exclaimed Emma. 'My house! You will stay with me? + Why do you shake your head? With me you are safe.' She spied at the + shadows in her friend's face. 'Ever since your marriage, Tony, you have + been strange in your trick of refusing to stay with me. And you and I made + our friendship the pledge of a belief in eternity! We vowed it. Come, I do + talk sentimentally, but my heart is in it. I beg you—all the reasons + are with me—to make my house your home. You will. You know I am + rather lonely.' + </p> + <p> + Diana struggled to keep her resolution from being broken by tenderness. + And doubtless poor Sir Lukin had learnt his lesson; still, her defensive + instincts could never quite slumber under his roof; not because of any + further fear that they would have to be summoned; it was chiefly owing to + the consequences of his treacherous foolishness. For this half-home with + her friend thenceforward denied to her, she had accepted a protector, + called husband—rashly, past credence, in the retrospect; but it had + been her propelling motive; and the loathings roused by her marriage + helped to sicken her at the idea of a lengthened stay where she had + suffered the shock precipitating her to an act of insanity. + </p> + <p> + 'I do not forget you were an heiress, Emmy, and I will come to you if I + need money to keep my head up. As for staying, two reasons are against it. + If I am to fight my battle, I must be seen; I must go about—wherever + I am received. So my field is London. That is obvious. And I shall rest + better in a house where my story is not known.' + </p> + <p> + Two or three questions ensued. Diana had to fortify her fictitious + objection by alluding to her maid's prattle of the household below; and + she excused the hapless, overfed, idle people of those regions. + </p> + <p> + To Emma it seemed a not unnatural sensitiveness. She came to a settled + resolve in her thoughts, as she said, 'They want a change. London is their + element.' + </p> + <p> + Feeling that she deceived this true heart, however lightly and + necessarily, Diana warmed to her, forgiving her at last for having netted + and dragged her back to front the enemy; an imposition of horrors, of + which the scene and the travelling with Redworth, the talking of her case + with her most intimate friend as well, had been a distempering foretaste. + </p> + <p> + They stood up and kissed, parting for the night. + </p> + <p> + An odd world, where for the sin we have not participated in we must fib + and continue fibbing, she reflected. She did not entirely cheat her + clearer mind, for she perceived that her step in flight had been urged + both by a weak despondency and a blind desperation; also that the world of + a fluid civilization is perforce artificial. But her mind was in the + background of her fevered senses, and when she looked in the glass and + mused on uttering the word, 'Liar!' to the lovely image, her senses were + refreshed, her mind somewhat relieved, the face appeared so sovereignly + defiant of abasement. + </p> + <p> + Thus did a nature distraught by pain obtain some short lull of repose. + Thus, moreover, by closely reading herself, whom she scourged to excess + that she might in justice be comforted, she gathered an increasing + knowledge of our human constitution, and stored matter for the brain. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0013" id="link2HCH0013"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIII. TOUCHING THE FIRST DAYS OF HER PROBATION + </h2> + <p> + The result of her sleeping was, that Diana's humour, locked up overnight, + insisted on an excursion, as she lay with half-buried head and open + eyelids, thinking of the firm of lawyers she had to see; and to whom, and + to the legal profession generally, she would be, under outward courtesies, + nothing other than 'the woman Warwick.' She pursued the woman Warwick + unmercifully through a series of interviews with her decorous and + crudely-minded defenders; accurately perusing them behind their senior + staidness. Her scorching sensitiveness sharpened her intelligence in + regard to the estimate of discarded wives entertained by men of business + and plain men of the world, and she drove the woman Warwick down their + ranks, amazed by the vision of a puppet so unlike to herself in reality, + though identical in situation. That woman, reciting her side of the case, + gained a gradual resemblance to Danvers; she spoke primly; perpetually the + creature aired her handkerchief; she was bent on softening those + sugarloaves, the hard business-men applying to her for facts. Facts were + treated as unworthy of her; mere stuff of the dustheap, mutton-bones, old + shoes; she swam above them in a cocoon of her spinning, sylphidine, + unseizable; and between perplexing and mollifying the slaves of facts, she + saw them at their heels, a tearful fry, abjectly imitative of her + melodramatic performances. The spectacle was presented of a band of legal + gentlemen vociferating mightily for swords and the onset, like the + Austrian empress's Magyars, to vindicate her just and holy cause. Our + Law-courts failing, they threatened Parliament, and for a last resort, the + country! We are not going to be the woman Warwick without a stir, my + brethren. + </p> + <p> + Emma, an early riser that morning, for the purpose of a private + consultation with Mr. Redworth, found her lying placidly wakeful, to judge + by appearances. + </p> + <p> + 'You have not slept, my dear child?' + </p> + <p> + 'Perfectly,' said Diana, giving her hand and offering the lips. 'I'm only + having a warm morning bath in bed,' she added, in explanation of a chill + moisture that the touch of her exposed skin betrayed; for whatever the fun + of the woman Warwick, there had been sympathetic feminine horrors in the + frame of the sentient woman. + </p> + <p> + Emma fancied she kissed a quiet sufferer. A few remarks very soon set her + wildly laughing. Both were laughing when Danvers entered the room, rather + guilty, being late; and the sight of the prim-visaged maid she had been + driving among the lawyers kindled Diana's comic imagination to such a + pitch that she ran riot in drolleries, carrying her friend headlong on the + tide. + </p> + <p> + 'I have not laughed so much since you were married,' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'Nor I, dear; proving that the bar to it was the ceremony,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + She promised to remain at Copsley three days. 'Then for the campaign in + Mr. Redworth's metropolis. I wonder whether I may ask him to get me + lodgings: a sitting-room and two bedrooms. The Crossways has a board up + for letting. I should prefer to be my own tenant; only it would give me a + hundred pounds more to get a substitute's money. I should like to be at + work writing instantly. Ink is my opium, and the pen my nigger, and he + must dig up gold for me. It is written. Danvers, you can make ready to + dress me when I ring.' + </p> + <p> + Emma helped the beautiful woman to her dressing-gown and the step from her + bed. She had her thoughts, and went down to Redworth at the + breakfast-table, marvelling that any husband other than a madman could + cast such a jewel away. The material loveliness eclipses intellectual + qualities in such reflections. + </p> + <p> + 'He must be mad,' she said, compelled to disburden herself in a congenial + atmosphere; which, however, she infrigidated by her overflow of + exclamatory wonderment—a curtain that shook voluminous folds, luring + Redworth to dreams of the treasure forfeited. He became rigidly practical. + </p> + <p> + 'Provision will have to be made for her. Lukin must see Mr. Warwick. She + will do wisely to stay with friends in town, mix in company. Women are the + best allies for such cases. Who are her solicitors?' + </p> + <p> + 'They are mine: Braddock, Thorpe, and Simnel.' + </p> + <p> + 'A good firm. She is in safe hands with them. I dare say they may come to + an arrangement.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should wish it. She will never consent.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth shrugged. A woman's 'never' fell far short of outstripping the + sturdy pedestrian Time, to his mind. + </p> + <p> + Diana saw him drive off to catch the coach in the valley, regulated to + meet the train, and much though she liked him, she was not sorry that he + had gone. She felt the better clad for it. She would have rejoiced to + witness the departure on wings of all her friends, except Emma, to whom + her coldness overnight had bound her anew warmly in contrition. And yet + her friends were well-beloved by her; but her emotions were distraught. + </p> + <p> + Emma told her that Mr. Redworth had undertaken to hire a suite of + convenient rooms, and to these she looked forward, the nest among + strangers, where she could begin to write, earning bread: an idea that, + with the pride of independence, conjured the pleasant morning smell of a + bakery about her. + </p> + <p> + She passed three peaceable days at Copsley, at war only with the luxury of + the house. On the fourth, a letter to Lady Dunstane from Redworth gave the + address of the best lodgings he could find, and Diana started for London. + </p> + <p> + She had during a couple of weeks, besides the first fresh exercising of + her pen, as well as the severe gratification of economy, a savage + exultation in passing through the streets on foot and unknown. Save for + the plunges into the office of her solicitors, she could seem to herself a + woman who had never submitted to the yoke. What a pleasure it was, after + finishing a number of pages, to start Eastward toward the lawyer-regions, + full of imaginary cropping incidents, and from that churchyard Westward, + against smoky sunsets, or in welcome fogs, an atom of the crowd! She had + an affection for the crowd. They clothed her. She laughed at the gloomy + forebodings of Danvers concerning the perils environing ladies in the + streets after dark alone. The lights in the streets after dark and the + quick running of her blood, combined to strike sparks of fancy and + inspirit the task of composition at night. This new, strange, solitary + life, cut off from her adulatory society, both by the shock that made the + abyss and by the utter foreignness, threw her in upon her natural forces, + recasting her, and thinning away her memory of her past days, excepting + girlhood, into the remote. She lived with her girlhood as with a simple + little sister. They were two in one, and she corrected the dreams of the + younger, protected and counselled her very sagely, advising her to love + Truth and look always to Reality for her refreshment. She was ready to + say, that no habitable spot on our planet was healthier and pleasanter + than London. As to the perils haunting the head of Danvers, her + experiences assured her of a perfect immunity from them; and the maligned + thoroughfares of a great city, she was ready to affirm, contrasted + favourably with certain hospitable halls. + </p> + <p> + The long-suffering Fates permitted her for a term to enjoy the generous + delusion. Subsequently a sweet surprise alleviated the shock she had + sustained. Emma Dunstane's carriage was at her door, and Emma entered her + sitting-room, to tell her of having hired a house in the neighbourhood, + looking on the park. She begged to have her for guest, sorrowfully + anticipating the refusal. At least they were to be near one another. + </p> + <p> + 'You really like this life in lodgings?' asked Emma, to whom the stiff + furniture and narrow apartments were a dreariness, the miserably small + fire of the sitting-room an aspect of cheerless winter. + </p> + <p> + 'I do,' said Diana; 'yes,' she added with some reserve, and smiled at her + damped enthusiasm, 'I can eat when I like, walk, work—and I am + working! My legs and my pen demand it. Let me be independent! Besides, I + begin to learn something of the bigger world outside the one I know, and I + crush my mincing tastes. In return for that, I get a sense of strength I + had not when I was a drawing-room exotic. Much is repulsive. But I am + taken with a passion for reality.' + </p> + <p> + They spoke of the lawyers, and the calculated period of the trial; of the + husband too, in his inciting belief in the falseness of his wife. 'That is + his excuse,' Diana said, her closed mouth meditatively dimpling the comers + over thoughts of his grounds for fury. He had them, though none for the + incriminating charge. The Sphinx mouth of the married woman at war and at + bay must be left unriddled. She and the law differed in their + interpretation of the dues of wedlock. + </p> + <p> + But matters referring to her case were secondary with Diana beside the + importance of her storing impressions. Her mind required to hunger for + something, and this Reality which frequently she was forced to loathe, she + forced herself proudly to accept, despite her youthfulness. Her philosophy + swallowed it in the lump, as the great serpent his meal; she hoped to + digest it sleeping likewise. Her visits of curiosity to the Law Courts, + where she stood spying and listening behind a veil, gave her a great deal + of tough substance to digest. There she watched the process of the + tortures to be applied to herself, and hardened her senses for the ordeal. + She saw there the ribbed and shanked old skeleton world on which our fair + fleshly is moulded. After all, your Fool's Paradise is not a garden to + grow in. Charon's ferry-boat is not thicker with phantoms. They do not + live in mind or soul. Chiefly women people it: a certain class of limp + men; women for the most part: they are sown there. And put their garden + under the magnifying glass of intimacy, what do we behold? A world not + better than the world it curtains, only foolisher. + </p> + <p> + Her conversations with Lady Dunstane brought her at last to the point of + her damped enthusiasm. She related an incident or two occurring in her + career of independence, and they discussed our state of civilization + plainly and gravely, save for the laughing peals her phrases occasionally + provoked; as when she named the intruders and disturbers of + solitarily-faring ladies, 'Cupid's footpads.' Her humour was created to + swim on waters where a prescribed and cultivated prudery should pretend to + be drowning. + </p> + <p> + 'I was getting an exalted idea of English gentlemen, Emmy. “Rich and rare + were the gems she wore.” I was ready to vow that one might traverse the + larger island similarly respected. I praised their chivalry. I thought it + a privilege to live in such a land. I cannot describe to you how + delightful it was to me to walk out and home generally protected. I might + have been seriously annoyed but that one of the clerks-“articled,” he + called himself—of our lawyers happened to be by. He offered to guard + me, and was amusing with his modest tiptoe air. No, I trust to the English + common man more than ever. He is a man of honour. I am convinced he is + matchless in any other country, except Ireland. The English gentleman + trades on his reputation.' + </p> + <p> + He was condemned by an afflicted delicacy, the sharpest of critical + tribunals. + </p> + <p> + Emma bade her not to be too sweeping from a bad example. + </p> + <p> + 'It is not a single one,' said Diana. 'What vexes me and frets me is, that + I must be a prisoner, or allow Danvers to mount guard. And I can't see the + end of it. And Danvers is no magician. She seems to know her countrymen, + though. She warded one of them off, by saying to me: “This is the + crossing, my lady.” He fled.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane affixed the popular title to the latter kind of gentleman. + She was irritated on her friend's behalf, and against the worrying of her + sisterhood, thinking in her heart, nevertheless, that the passing of a + face and figure like Diana's might inspire honourable emotions, pitiable + for being hapless. + </p> + <p> + 'If you were with me, dear, you would have none of these annoyances,' she + said, pleading forlornly. + </p> + <p> + Diana smiled to herself. 'No! I should relapse into softness. This life + exactly suits my present temper. My landlady is respectful and attentive; + the little housemaid is a willing slave; Danvers does not despise them + pugnaciously; they make a home for me, and I am learning daily. Do you + know, the less ignorant I become, the more considerate I am for the + ignorance of others—I love them for it.' She squeezed Emma's hand + with more meaning than her friend apprehended. 'So I win my advantage from + the trifles I have to endure. They are really trifles, and I should once + have thought them mountains!' + </p> + <p> + For the moment Diana stipulated that she might not have to encounter + friends or others at Lady Dunstane's dinner-table, and the season not + being favourable to those gatherings planned by Lady Dunstane in her + project of winning supporters, there was a respite, during which Sir Lukin + worked manfully at his three Clubs to vindicate Diana's name from the + hummers and hawers, gaining half a dozen hot adherents, and a body of + lukewarm, sufficiently stirred to be desirous to see the lady. He worked + with true champion zeal, although an interview granted him by the husband + settled his opinion as to any possibility of the two ever coming to terms. + Also it struck him that if he by misadventure had been a woman and the + wife of such a fellow, by Jove!... his apostrophe to the father of the + gods of pagandom signifying the amount of matter Warwick would have had + reason to complain of in earnest. By ricochet his military mind rebounded + from his knowledge of himself to an ardent, faith in Mrs. Warwick's + innocence; for, as there was no resemblance between them, there must, he + deduced, be a difference in their capacity for enduring the perpetual + company of a prig, a stick, a petrified poser. Moreover, the novel act of + advocacy, and the nature of the advocacy, had effect on him. And then he + recalled the scene in the winter beech-woods, and Diana's wild-deer eyes; + her, perfect generosity to a traitor and fool. How could he have doubted + her? Glimpses of the corrupting cause for it partly penetrated his + density: a conqueror of ladies, in mid-career, doubts them all. Of course + he had meant no harm, nothing worse than some petty philandering with the + loveliest woman of her time. And, by Jove! it was worth the rebuff to + behold the Beauty in her wrath. + </p> + <p> + The reflections of Lothario, however much tending tardily to do justice to + a particular lady, cannot terminate wholesomely. But he became a gallant + partisan. His portrayal of Mr. Warwick to his wife and his friends was + fine caricature. 'The fellow had his hand up at my first word—stood + like a sentinel under inspection. “Understand, Sir Lukin, that I receive + you simply as an acquaintance. As an intermediary, permit me to state that + you are taking superfluous trouble. The case must proceed. It is final. + She is at liberty, in the meantime, to draw on my bankers for the + provision she may need, at the rate of five hundred pounds per annum.” He + spoke of “the lady now bearing my name.” He was within an inch of saying + “dishonouring.” I swear I heard the “dis,” and he caught himself up. He + “again declined any attempt towards reconciliation.” It could “only be + founded on evasion of the truth to be made patent on the day of trial.” + Half his talk was lawyers' lingo. The fellow's teeth looked like frost. If + Lot's wife had a brother, his name's Warwick. How Diana Merion, who could + have had the pick of the best of us, ever came to marry a fellow like + that, passes my comprehension, queer creatures as women are! He can ride; + that's about all he can do. I told him Mrs. Warwick had no thought of + reconciliation. “Then, Sir Lukin, you will perceive that we have no + standpoint for a discussion.” I told him the point was, for a man of + honour not to drag his wife before the public, as he had no case to stand + on—less than nothing. You should have seen the fellow's face. He + shot a sneer up to his eyelids, and flung his head back. So I said, + “Good-day.” He marches me to the door, “with his compliments to Lady + Dunstane.” I could have floored him for that. Bless my soul, what fellows + the world is made of, when here's a man, calling himself a gentleman, who, + just because he gets in a rage with his wife for one thing or another—and + past all competition the handsomest woman of her day, and the cleverest, + the nicest, the best of the whole boiling—has her out for a public + horsewhipping, and sets all the idiots of the kingdom against her! I tried + to reason with him. He made as if he were going to sleep standing.' + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin gratified Lady Dunstane by his honest championship of Diana. And + now, in his altered mood (the thrice indebted rogue was just cloudily + conscious of a desire to propitiate his dear wife by serving her friend), + he began a crusade against the scandal-newspapers, going with an Irish + military comrade straight to the editorial offices, and leaving his card + and a warning that the chastisement for print of the name of the lady in + their columns would be personal and condign. Captain Carew Mahony, albeit + unacquainted with Mrs. Warwick, had espoused her cause. She was a woman, + she was an Irishwoman, she was a beautiful woman. She had, therefore, + three positive claims on him as a soldier and a man. Other Irish + gentlemen, animated by the same swelling degrees, were awaking to the + intimation that they might be wanted. Some words were dropped here and + there by General Lord Larrian: he regretted his age and infirmities. A + goodly regiment for a bodyguard might have been selected to protect her + steps in the public streets; when it was bruited that the General had sent + her a present of his great Newfoundland dog, Leander, to attend on her and + impose a required respect. But as it chanced that her address was unknown + to the volunteer constabulary, they had to assuage their ardour by + thinking the dog luckier than they. + </p> + <p> + The report of the dog was a fact. He arrived one morning at Diana's + lodgings, with a soldier to lead him, and a card to introduce:—the + Hercules of dogs, a very ideal of the species, toweringly big, benevolent, + reputed a rescuer of lives, disdainful of dog-fighting, devoted to his + guardian's office, with a majestic paw to give and the noblest + satisfaction in receiving caresses ever expressed by mortal male enfolded + about the head, kissed, patted, hugged, snuggled, informed that he was his + new mistress's one love and darling. + </p> + <p> + She despatched a thrilling note of thanks to Lord Larrian, sure of her + touch upon an Irish heart. + </p> + <p> + The dog Leander soon responded to the attachment of a mistress enamoured + of him. 'He is my husband,' she said to Emma, and started a tear in the + eyes of her smiling friend; 'he promises to trust me, and never to have + the law of me, and to love my friends as his own; so we are certain to + agree.' In rain, snow, sunshine, through the parks and the streets, he was + the shadow of Diana, commanding, on the whole, apart from some desperate + attempts to make him serve as introducer, a civilized behaviour in the + legions of Cupid's footpads. But he helped, innocently enough, to create + an enemy. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0014" id="link2HCH0014"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIV. GIVING GLIMPSES OF DIANA UNDER HER CLOUD BEFORE THE WORLD AND + OF HER FURTHER APPRENTICESHIP + </h2> + <p> + As the day of her trial became more closely calculable, Diana's + anticipated alarms receded with the deadening of her heart to meet the + shock. She fancied she had put on proof-armour, unconscious that it was + the turning of the inward flutterer to steel, which supplied her cuirass + and shield. The necessity to brave society, in the character of honest + Defendant, caused but a momentary twitch of the nerves. Her heart beat + regularly, like a serviceable clock; none of her faculties abandoned her + save songfulness, and none belied her, excepting a disposition to tartness + almost venomous in the sarcastic shafts she let fly at friends interceding + with Mr. Warwick to spare his wife, when she had determined to be tried. A + strange fit of childishness overcame her powers of thinking, and was + betrayed in her manner of speaking, though—to herself her dwindled + humour allowed her to appear the towering Britomart. She pouted + contemptuously on hearing that a Mr. Sullivan Smith (a remotely + recollected figure) had besought Mr. Warwick for an interview, and gained + it, by stratagem, 'to bring the man to his senses': but an ultra-Irishman + did not compromise her battle-front, as the busybody supplications of a + personal friend like Mr. Redworth did; and that the latter, without + consulting her, should be 'one of the plaintive crew whining about the + heels of the Plaintiff for a mercy she disdained and rejected' was bitter + to her taste. + </p> + <p> + 'He does not see that unless I go through the fire there is no + justification for this wretched character of mine!' she exclaimed. Truce, + treaty, withdrawal, signified publicly pardon, not exoneration by any + means; and now that she was in armour she had no dread of the public. So + she said. Redworth's being then engaged upon the canvass of a borough, + added to the absurdity of his meddling with the dilemmas of a woman. 'Dear + me, Emma! think of stepping aside from the parliamentary road to entreat a + husband to relent, and arrange the domestic alliance of a contrary couple! + Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance.' Lady Dunstane + pleaded his friendship. She had to quit the field where such darts were + showering. + </p> + <p> + The first dinner-party was aristocratic, easy to encounter. Lord and Lady + Crane, Lady Pennon, Lord and Lady Esquart, Lord Larrian, Mr. and Mrs. + Montvert of Halford Manor, Lady Singleby, Sir Walter Capperston friends, + admirers of Diana; patrons, in the phrase of the time, of her father, were + the guests. Lady Pennon expected to be amused, and was gratified, for + Diana had only to open her mouth to set the great lady laughing. She + petitioned to have Mrs. Warwick at her table that day week, because the + marquis was dying to make her acquaintance, and begged to have all her + sayings repeated to him; vowed she must be salt in the desert. 'And + remember, I back you through thick and thin,' said Lady Pennon. To which + Diana replied: 'If I am salt in the desert, you are the spring'; and the + old lady protested she must put that down for her book. The witty Mrs. + Warwick, of whom wit was expected, had many incitements to be guilty of + cheap wit; and the beautiful Mrs. Warwick, being able to pass anything she + uttered, gave good and bad alike, under the impulsion to give out + something, that the stripped and shivering Mrs. Warwick might find a cover + in applause. She discovered the social uses of cheap wit; she laid + ambushes for anecdotes, a telling form of it among a people of no + conversational interlocution, especially in the circles depending for + dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal; which have plentiful + crops, yet not sufficient. The old dinner and supper tables at The + Crossways furnished her with an abundant store; and recollection failing, + she invented. Irish anecdotes are always popular in England, as promoting, + besides the wholesome shake of the sides, a kindly sense of superiority. + Anecdotes also are portable, unlike the lightning flash, which will not go + into the pocket; they can be carried home, they are disbursable at other + tables. These were Diana's weapons. She was perforce the actress of her + part. + </p> + <p> + In happier times, when light of heart and natural, her vogue had not been + so enrapturing. Doubtless Cleopatra in her simple Egyptian uniform would + hardly have won such plaudits as her stress of barbaric Oriental + splendours evoked for her on the swan and serpent Nile-barge—not + from posterity at least. It is a terrible decree, that all must act who + would prevail; and the more extended the audience, the greater need for + the mask and buskin. + </p> + <p> + From Lady Pennon's table Diana passed to Lady Crane's, Lady Esquart's, + Lady Singleby's, the Duchess of Raby's, warmly clad in the admiration she + excited. She appeared at Princess Therese Paryli's first ball of the + season, and had her circle, not of worshippers only. She did not dance. + The princess, a fair Austrian, benevolent to her sisterhood, an admirer of + Diana's contrasting complexion, would have had her dance once in a + quadrille of her forming, but yielded to the mute expression of the + refusal. Wherever Mrs. Warwick went, her arts of charming were addressed + to the women. Men may be counted on for falling bowled over by a handsome + face and pointed tongue; women require some wooing from their ensphered + and charioted sister, particularly if she is clouded; and old women—excellent + buttresses—must be suavely courted. Now, to woo the swimming matron + and court the settled dowager, she had to win forgiveness for her beauty; + and this was done, easily done, by forbearing to angle with it in the + press of nibblers. They ranged about her, individually unnoticed. Seeming + unaware of its effect where it kindled, she smote a number of musical + female chords, compassion among them. A general grave affability of her + eyes and smiles was taken for quiet pleasure in the scene. Her fitful + intentness of look when conversing with the older ladies told of the mind + within at work upon what they said, and she was careful that plain + dialogue should make her comprehensible to them. Nature taught her these + arts, through which her wit became extolled entirely on the strength of + her reputation, and her beauty did her service by never taking aim abroad. + They are the woman's arts of self-defence, as legitimately and honourably + hers as the manful use of the fists with a coarser sex. If it had not been + nature that taught her the practice of them in extremity, the sagacious + dowagers would have seen brazenness rather than innocence—or an + excuseable indiscretion—in the part she was performing. They are not + lightly duped by one of their sex. Few tasks are more difficult than for a + young woman under a cloud to hoodwink old women of the world. They are the + prey of financiers, but Time has presented them a magic ancient glass to + scan their sex in. + </p> + <p> + At Princess Paryli's Ball two young men of singular elegance were observed + by Diana, little though she concentered her attention on any figures of + the groups. She had the woman's faculty (transiently bestowed by perfervid + jealousy upon men) of distinguishing minutely in the calmest of + indifferent glances. She could see without looking; and when her eyes were + wide they had not to dwell to be detective. It did not escape her that the + Englishman of the two hurried for the chance of an introduction, nor that + he suddenly, after putting a question to a man beside him, retired. She + spoke of them to Emma as they drove home. 'The princess's partner in the + first quadrille... Hungarian, I suppose? He was like a Tartar modelled by + a Greek: supple as the Scythian's bow, braced as the string! He has the + air of a born horseman, and valses perfectly. I won't say he was handsomer + than a young Englishman there, but he had the advantage of soldierly + training. How different is that quick springy figure from our young men's + lounging style! It comes of military exercise and discipline.' + </p> + <p> + 'That was Count Jochany, a cousin of the princess, and a cavalry officer,' + said Emma. 'You don't know the other? I am sure the one you mean must be + Percy Dacier.' + </p> + <p> + His retiring was explained: the Hon. Percy Dacier was the nephew of Lord + Dannisburgh, often extolled to her as the promising youngster of his day, + with the reserve that he wasted his youth: for the young gentleman was + decorous and studious; ambitious, according to report; a politician taking + to politics much too seriously and exclusively to suit his uncle's pattern + for the early period of life. Uncle and nephew went their separate ways, + rarely meeting, though their exchange of esteem was cordial. + </p> + <p> + Thinking over his abrupt retirement from the crowded semicircle, Diana + felt her position pinch her, she knew not why. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane was as indefatigable by day as by night in the business of + acting goddess to her beloved Tony, whom she assured that the service, + instead of exhausting, gave her such healthfulness as she had imagined + herself to have lost for ever. The word was passed, and invitations poured + in to choice conversational breakfasts, private afternoon concerts, all + the humming season's assemblies. Mr. Warwick's treatment of his wife was + taken by implication for lunatic; wherever she was heard or seen, he had + no case; a jury of some hundreds of both sexes, ready to be sworn, + pronounced against him. Only the personal enemies of the lord in the suit + presumed to doubt, and they exercised the discretion of a minority. + </p> + <p> + But there is an upper middle class below the aristocratic, boasting an + aristocracy of morals, and eminently persuasive of public opinion, if not + commanding it. Previous to the relaxation, by amendment, of a certain + legal process, this class was held to represent the austerity of the + country. At present a relaxed austerity is represented; and still the bulk + of the members are of fair repute, though not quite on the level of their + pretensions. They were then, while more sharply divided from the titular + superiors they are socially absorbing, very powerful to brand a woman's + character, whatever her rank might be; having innumerable agencies and + avenues for that high purpose, to say nothing of the printing-press. Lady + Dunstane's anxiety to draw them over to the cause of her friend set her + thinking of the influential Mrs. Cramborne Wathin, with whom she was + distantly connected; the wife of a potent serjeant-at-law fast mounting to + the Bench and knighthood; the centre of a circle, and not strangely that, + despite her deficiency in the arts and graces, for she had wealth and a + cook, a husband proud of his wine-cellar, and the ambition to rule; all + the rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous. She was a + lady of incisive features bound in stale parchment. Complexion she had + none, but she had spotlessness of skin, and sons and daughters just + resembling her, like cheaper editions of a precious quarto of a perished + type. You discerned the imitation of the type, you acknowledged the + inferior compositor. Mr. Cramborne Wathin was by birth of a grade beneath + his wife; he sprang (behind a curtain of horror) from tradesmen. The Bench + was in designation for him to wash out the stain, but his children + suffered in large hands and feet, short legs, excess of bone, prominences + misplaced. Their mother inspired them carefully with the religion she + opposed to the pretensions of a nobler blood, while instilling into them + that the blood they drew from her was territorial, far above the vulgar. + Her appearance and her principles fitted her to stand for the Puritan rich + of the period, emerging by the aid of an extending wealth into luxurious + worldliness, and retaining the maxims of their forefathers for the + discipline of the poor and erring. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane called on her, ostensibly to let her know she had taken a + house in town for the season, and in the course of the chat Mrs. Cramborne + Wathin was invited to dinner. 'You will meet my dear friend, Mrs. + Warwick,' she said, and the reply was: 'Oh, I have heard of her.' + </p> + <p> + The formal consultation with Mr. Cramborne Wathin ended in an agreement to + accept Lady Dunstane's kind invitation. + </p> + <p> + Considering her husband's plenitude of old legal anecdotes, and her own + diligent perusal of the funny publications of the day, that she might be + on the level of the wits and celebrities she entertained, Mrs. Cramborne + Wathin had a right to expect the leading share in the conversation to + which she was accustomed. Every honour was paid to them; they met + aristocracy in the persons of Lord Larrian, of Lady Rockden, Colonel + Purlby, the Pettigrews, but neither of them held the table for a moment; + the topics flew, and were no sooner up than down; they were unable to get + a shot. They had to eat in silence, occasionally grinning, because a woman + labouring under a stigma would rattle-rattle, as if the laughter of the + company were her due, and decency beneath her notice. Some one alluded to + a dog of Mrs. Warwick's, whereupon she trips out a story of her dog's + amazing intelligence. + </p> + <p> + 'And pray,' said Mrs. Cramborne Wathin across the table, merely to slip in + a word, 'what is the name of this wonderful dog?' + </p> + <p> + 'His name is Leander,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, Leander. I don't think I hear myself calling to a dog in a name of + three syllables. Two at the most.' + </p> + <p> + No, so I call Hero! if I want him to come immediately,' said Diana, and + the gentlemen, to Mrs. Cramborne Wathin's astonishment, acclaimed it. Mr. + Redworth, at her elbow, explained the point, to her disgust... + </p> + <p> + That was Diana's offence. + </p> + <p> + If it should seem a small one, let it be remembered that a snub was + intended, and was foiled; and foiled with an apparent simplicity, enough + to exasperate, had there been no laughter of men to back the countering + stroke. A woman under a cloud, she talked, pushed to shine; she would be + heard, would be applauded. Her chronicler must likewise admit the error of + her giving way to a petty sentiment of antagonism on first beholding Mrs. + Cramborne Wathin, before whom she at once resolved to be herself, for a + holiday, instead of acting demurely to conciliate. Probably it was an + antagonism of race, the shrinking of the skin from the burr. But when + Tremendous Powers are invoked, we should treat any simple revulsion of our + blood as a vice. The Gods of this world's contests demand it of us, in + relation to them, that the mind, and not the instincts, shall be at work. + Otherwise the course of a prudent policy is never to invoke them, but + avoid. + </p> + <p> + The upper class was gained by her intrepidity, her charm, and her + elsewhere offending wit, however the case might go. It is chivalrous, but + not, alas, inflammable in support of innocence. The class below it is + governed in estimates of character by accepted patterns of conduct; yet + where innocence under persecution is believed to exist, the members + animated by that belief can be enthusiastic. Enthusiasm is a heaven-sent + steeplechaser, and takes a flying leap of the ordinary barriers; it is + more intrusive than chivalry, and has a passion to communicate its ardour. + Two letters from stranger ladies reached Diana, through her lawyers and + Lady Dunstane. Anonymous letters, not so welcome, being male effusions, + arrived at her lodgings, one of them comical almost over the verge to + pathos in its termination: 'To me you will ever be the Goddess Diana—my + faith in woman!' + </p> + <p> + He was unacquainted with her! + </p> + <p> + She had not the heart to think the writers donkeys. How they obtained her + address was a puzzle; they stole in to comfort her slightly. They attached + her to her position of Defendant by the thought of what would have been + the idea of her character if she had flown—a reflection emanating + from inexperience of the resources of sentimentalists. + </p> + <p> + If she had flown! She was borne along by the tide like a butterfly that a + fish may gobble unless a friendly hand shall intervene. And could it in + nature? She was past expectation of release. The attempt to imagine living + with any warmth of blood in her vindicated character, for the sake of + zealous friends, consigned her to a cold and empty house upon a foreign + earth. She had to set her mind upon the mysterious enshrouded Twelve, with + whom the verdict would soon be hanging, that she might prompt her human + combativeness to desire the vindication at such a price as she would have + to pay for it. When Emma Dunstane spoke to her of the certainty of + triumphing, she suggested a possible dissentient among the fateful Twelve, + merely to escape the drumming sound of that hollow big word. The + irreverent imp of her humour came to her relief by calling forth the + Twelve, in the tone of the clerk of the Court, and they answered to their + names of trades and crafts after the manner of Titania's elves, and were + questioned as to their fitness, by education, habits, enlightenment, to + pronounce decisively upon the case in dispute, the case being plainly + stated. They replied, that the long habit of dealing with scales enabled + them to weigh the value of evidence the most delicate. Moreover, they were + Englishmen, and anything short of downright bullet facts went to favour + the woman. For thus we light the balance of legal injustice toward the + sex: we conveniently wink, ma'am. A rough, old-fashioned way for us! Is it + a Breach of Promise?—She may reckon on her damages: we have + daughters of our own. Is it a suit for Divorce?—Well, we have wives + of our own, and we can lash, or we can spare; that's as it may be; but + we'll keep the couple tied, let 'em hate as they like, if they can't + furnish pork-butchers' reasons for sundering; because the man makes the + money in this country.—My goodness! what a funny people, sir!—It + 's our way of holding the balance, ma'am.—But would it not be better + to rectify the law and the social system, dear sir?—Why, ma'am, we + find it comfortabler to take cases as they come, in the style of our + fathers.—But don't you see, my good man, that you are offering + scapegoats for the comfort of the majority?—Well, ma'am, there + always were scapegoats, and always will be; we find it comes round pretty + square in the end. + </p> + <p> + 'And I may be the scapegoat, Emmy! It is perfectly possible. The grocer, + the pork-butcher, drysalter, stationer, tea-merchant, et caetera—they + sit on me. I have studied the faces of the juries, and Mr. Braddock tells + me of their composition. And he admits that they do justice roughly—a + rough and tumble country! to quote him—though he says they are + honest in intention.' + </p> + <p> + 'More shame to the man who drags you before them—if he persists!' + Emma rejoined. + </p> + <p> + 'He will. I know him. I would not have him draw back now,' said Diana, + catching her breath. 'And, dearest, do not abuse him; for if you do, you + set me imagining guiltiness. Oh, heaven!—suppose me publicly + pardoned! No, I have kinder feelings when we stand opposed. It is odd, and + rather frets my conscience, to think of the little resentment I feel. + Hardly any! He has not cause to like his wife. I can own it, and I am + sorry for him, heartily. No two have ever come together so naturally + antagonistic as we two. We walked a dozen steps in stupefied union, and + hit upon crossways. From that moment it was tug and tug; he me, I him. By + resisting, I made him a tyrant; and he, by insisting, made me a rebel. And + he was the maddest of tyrants—a weak one. My dear, he was also a + double-dealer. Or no, perhaps not in design. He was moved at one time by + his interests; at another by his idea of his honour. He took what I could + get for him, and then turned and drubbed me for getting it.' + </p> + <p> + 'This is the creature you try to excuse!' exclaimed indignant Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, because—but fancy all the smart things I said being called my + “sallies”!—can a woman live with it?—because I behaved... I + despised him too much, and I showed it. He is not a contemptible man + before the world; he is merely a very narrow one under close inspection. I + could not—or did not—conceal my feeling. I showed it not only + to him, to my friend. Husband grew to mean to me stifler, lung-contractor, + iron mask, inquisitor, everything anti-natural. He suffered under my + “sallies”: and it was the worse for him when he did not perceive their + drift. He is an upright man; I have not seen marked meanness. One might + build up a respectable figure in negatives. I could add a row of noughts + to the single number he cherishes, enough to make a millionnaire of him; + but strike away the first, the rest are wind. Which signifies, that if you + do not take his estimate of himself, you will think little of his: + negative virtues. He is not eminently, that is to say, not saliently, + selfish; not rancorous, not obtrusive—tata-ta-ta. But dull!—dull + as a woollen nightcap over eyes and ears and mouth. Oh! an executioner's + black cap to me. Dull, and suddenly staring awake to the idea of his + honour. I “rendered” him ridiculous—I had caught a trick of “using + men's phrases.” Dearest, now that the day of trial draws nigh—you + have never questioned me, and it was like you to spare me pain—but + now I can speak of him and myself.' Diana dropped her voice. Here was + another confession. The proximity of the trial acted like fire on her + faded recollection of incidents. It may be that partly the shame of + alluding to them had blocked her woman's memory. For one curious operation + of the charge of guiltiness upon the nearly guiltless is to make them + paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots, until the + whiteness being acknowledged, or the ordeal imminent, the spots recur and + press upon their consciences. She resumed, in a rapid undertone: 'You know + that a certain degree of independence had been, if not granted by him, + conquered by me. I had the habit of it. Obedience with him is imprisonment—he + is a blind wall. He received a commission, greatly to his advantage, and + was absent. He seems to have received information of some sort. He + returned unexpectedly, at a late hour, and attacked me at once, middling + violent. My friend—and that he is! was coming from the House for a + ten minutes' talk, as usual, on his way home, to refresh him after the + long sitting and bear-baiting he had nightly to endure. Now let me + confess: I grew frightened; Mr. Warwick was “off his head,” as they + say-crazy, and I could not bear the thought of those two meeting. While he + raged I threw open the window and put the lamp near it, to expose the + whole interior—cunning as a veteran intriguer: horrible, but it had + to be done to keep them apart. He asked me what madness possessed me, to + sit by an open window at midnight, in view of the public, with a damp wind + blowing. I complained of want of air and fanned my forehead. I heard the + steps on the pavement; I stung him to retort loudly, and I was relieved; + the steps passed on. So the trick succeeded—the trick! It was the + worst I was guilty of, but it was a trick, and it branded me trickster. It + teaches me to see myself with an abyss in my nature full of infernal + possibilities. I think I am hewn in black rock. A woman who can do as I + did by instinct, needs to have an angel always near her, if she has not a + husband she reveres.' + </p> + <p> + 'We are none of us better than you, dear Tony; only some are more + fortunate, and many are cowards,' Emma said. 'You acted prudently in a + wretched situation, partly of your own making, partly of the + circumstances. But a nature like yours could not sit still and moan. That + marriage was to blame! The English notion of women seems to be that we are + born white sheep or black; circumstances have nothing to do with our + colour. They dread to grant distinctions, and to judge of us discerningly + is beyond them. Whether the fiction, that their homes are purer than + elsewhere, helps to establish the fact, I do not know: there is a class + that does live honestly; and at any rate it springs from a liking for + purity; but I am sure that their method of impressing it on women has the + dangers of things artificial. They narrow their understanding of human + nature, and that is not the way to improve the breed.' + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose we women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator; + human nature's fringes, mere finishing touches, not a part of the + texture,' said Diana; 'the pretty ornamentation. However, I fancy I + perceive some tolerance growing in the minds of the dominant sex. Our old + lawyer Mr. Braddock, who appears to have no distaste for conversations + with me, assures me he expects the day to come when women will be + encouraged to work at crafts and professions for their independence. That + is the secret of the opinion of us at present—our dependency. Give + us the means of independence, and we will gain it, and have a turn at + judging you, my lords! You shall behold a world reversed. Whenever I am + distracted by existing circumstances, I lay my finger on the material + conditions, and I touch the secret. Individually, it may be moral with us; + collectively, it is material-gross wrongs, gross hungers. I am a married + rebel, and thereof comes the social rebel. I was once a dancing and + singing girl: You remember the night of the Dublin Ball. A Channel sea in + uproar, stirred by witches, flows between.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are as lovely as you were then—I could say, lovelier,' said + Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'I have unconquerable health, and I wish I could give you the half of it, + dear. I work late into the night, and I wake early and fresh in the + morning. I do not sing, that is all. A few days more, and my character + will be up before the Bull's Head to face him in the arena. The worst of a + position like mine is, that it causes me incessantly to think and talk of + myself. I believe I think less than I talk, but the subject is growing + stale; as those who are long dying feel, I dare say—if they do not + take it as the compensation for their departure.' + </p> + <p> + The Bull's Head, or British Jury of Twelve, with the wig on it, was faced + during the latter half of a week of good news. First, Mr. Thomas Redworth + was returned to Parliament by a stout majority for the Borough of + Orrybridge: the Hon. Percy Dacier delivered a brilliant speech in the + House of Commons, necessarily pleasing to his uncle: Lord Larrian obtained + the command of the Rock: the house of The Crossways was let to a tenant + approved by Mr. Braddock: Diana received the opening proof-sheets of her + little volume, and an instalment of the modest honorarium: and finally, + the Plaintiff in the suit involving her name was adjudged to have not + proved his charge. + </p> + <p> + She heard of it without a change of countenance. + </p> + <p> + She could not have wished it the reverse; she was exonerated. But she was + not free; far from that; and she revenged herself on the friends who made + much of her triumph and overlooked her plight, by showing no sign of + satisfaction. There was in her bosom a revolt at the legal consequences of + the verdict—or blunt acquiescence of the Law in the conditions + possibly to be imposed on her unless she went straight to the relieving + phial; and the burden of keeping it under, set her wildest humour alight, + somewhat as Redworth remembered of her on the journey from The Crossways + to Copsley. This ironic fury, coming of the contrast of the outer and the + inner, would have been indulged to the extent of permanent injury to her + disposition had not her beloved Emma, immediately after the tension of the + struggle ceased, required her tenderest aid. Lady Dunstane chanted + victory, and at night collapsed. By the advice of her physician she was + removed to Copsley, where Diana's labour of anxious nursing restored her + through love to a saner spirit. The hopefulness of life must bloom again + in the heart whose prayers are offered for a life dearer than its own to + be preserved. A little return of confidence in Sir Lukin also refreshed + her when she saw that the poor creature did honestly, in his shaggy rough + male fashion, reverence and cling to the flower of souls he named as his + wife. His piteous groans of self-accusation during the crisis haunted her, + and made the conduct and nature of men a bewilderment to her still young + understanding. Save for the knot of her sensations (hardly a mental + memory, but a sullen knot) which she did not disentangle to charge him + with his complicity in the blind rashness of her marriage, she might have + felt sisterly, as warmly as she compassionated him. + </p> + <p> + It was midwinter when Dame Gossip, who keeps the exotic world alive with + her fanning whispers, related that the lovely Mrs. Warwick had left + England on board the schooner-yacht Clarissa, with Lord and Lady Esquart, + for a voyage in the Mediterranean: and (behind her hand) that the reason + was urgent, inasmuch as she fled to escape the meshes of the terrific net + of the marital law brutally whirled to capture her by the man her husband. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0015" id="link2HCH0015"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XV. INTRODUCES THE HON. PERCY DACIER + </h2> + <p> + The Gods of this world's contests, against whom our poor stripped + individual is commonly in revolt, are, as we know, not miners, they are + reapers; and if we appear no longer on the surface, they cease to bruise + us: they will allow an arena character to be cleansed and made presentable + while enthusiastic friends preserve discretion. It is of course less than + magnanimity; they are not proposed to you for your worship; they are + little Gods, temporary as that great wave, their parent human mass of the + hour. But they have one worshipful element in them, which is, the divine + insistency upon there being two sides to a case—to every case. And + the People so far directed by them may boast of healthfulness. Let the + individual shriek, the innocent, triumphant, have in honesty to admit the + fact. One side is vanquished, according to decree of Law, but the superior + Council does not allow it to be extinguished. + </p> + <p> + Diana's battle was fought shadowily behind her for the space of a week or + so, with some advocates on behalf of the beaten man; then it became a + recollection of a beautiful woman, possibly erring, misvalued by a + husband, who was neither a man of the world nor a gracious yokefellow, nor + anything to match her. She, however, once out of the public flames, had to + recall her scorchings to be gentle with herself. Under a defeat, she would + have been angrily self-vindicated. The victory of the ashen laurels drove + her mind inward to gird at the hateful yoke, in compassion for its pair of + victims. Quite earnestly by such means, yet always bearing a comical eye + on her subterfuges, she escaped the extremes of personal blame. Those + advocates of her opponent in and out of court compelled her honest heart + to search within and own to faults. But were they not natural faults? It + was her marriage; it was marriage in the abstract: her own mistake and the + world's clumsy machinery of civilization: these were the capital + offenders: not the wife who would laugh ringingly, and would have friends + of the other sex, and shot her epigrams at the helpless despot, and was at + times—yes, vixenish; a nature driven to it, but that was the word. + She was too generous to recount her charges against the vanquished. If his + wretched jealousy had ruined her, the secret high tribunal within her + bosom, which judged her guiltless for putting the sword between their + marriage tie when they stood as one, because a quarrelling couple could + not in honour play the embracing, pronounced him just pardonable. She + distinguished that he could only suppose, manlikely, one bad cause for the + division. + </p> + <p> + To this extent she used her unerring brains, more openly than on her night + of debate at The Crossways. The next moment she was off in vapour, + meditating grandly on her independence of her sex and the passions. Love! + she did not know it, she was not acquainted with either the criminal or + the domestic God, and persuaded herself that she never could be. She was a + Diana of coldness, preferring friendship; she could be the friend of men. + There was another who could be the friend of women. Her heart leapt to + Redworth. Conjuring up his clear trusty face, at their grasp of hands when + parting, she thought of her visions of her future about the period of the + Dublin Ball, and acknowledged, despite the erratic step to wedlock, a gain + in having met and proved so true a friend. His face, figure, character, + lightest look, lightest word, all were loyal signs of a man of honour, + cold as she; he was the man to whom she could have opened her heart for + inspection. Rejoicing in her independence of an emotional sex, the + impulsive woman burned with a regret that at their parting she had not + broken down conventional barriers and given her cheek to his lips in the + anti-insular fashion with a brotherly friend. And why not when both were + cold? Spirit to spirit, she did, delightfully refreshed by her capacity to + do so without a throb. He had held her hands and looked into her eyes half + a minute, like a dear comrade; as little arousing her instincts of + defensiveness as the clearing heavens; and sisterly love for it was his + due, a sister's kiss. He needed a sister, and should have one in her. + Emma's recollected talk of 'Tom Redworth' painted him from head to foot, + brought the living man over the waters to the deck of the yacht. A stout + champion in the person of Tom Redworth was left on British land; but for + some reason past analysis, intermixed, that is, among a swarm of + sensations, Diana named her champion to herself with the formal prefix: + perhaps because she knew a man's Christian name to be dangerous handling. + They differed besides frequently in opinion, when the habit of thinking of + him as Mr. Redworth would be best. Women are bound to such small + observances, and especially the beautiful of the sisterhood, whom the + world soon warns that they carry explosives and must particularly guard + against the ignition of petty sparks. She was less indiscreet in her + thoughts than in her acts, as is the way with the reflective daughter of + impulse; though she had fine mental distinctions: what she could offer to + do 'spirit to spirit,' for instance, held nothing to her mind of the + intimacy of calling the gentleman plain Tom in mere contemplation of him. + Her friend and champion was a volunteer, far from a mercenary, and he + deserved the reward, if she could bestow it unalarmed. They were to meet + in Egypt. Meanwhile England loomed the home of hostile forces ready to + shock, had she been a visible planet, and ready to secrete a virus of her + past history, had she been making new. + </p> + <p> + She was happily away, borne by a whiter than swan's wing on the sapphire + Mediterranean. Her letters to Emma were peeps of splendour for the + invalid: her way of life on board the yacht, and sketches of her host and + hostess as lovers in wedlock on the other side of our perilous forties; + sketches of the bays, the towns, the people-priests, dames, cavaliers, + urchins, infants, shifting groups of supple southerners-flashed across the + page like a web of silk, and were dashed off, redolent of herself, as + lightly as the silvery spray of the blue waves she furrowed; telling, + without allusions to the land behind her, that she had dipped in the wells + of blissful oblivion. Emma Dunstane, as is usual with those who receive + exhilarating correspondence from makers of books, condemned the authoress + in comparison, and now first saw that she had the gift of writing. Only + one cry: 'Italy, Eden of exiles!' betrayed the seeming of a moan. She + wrote of her poet and others immediately. Thither had they fled; with + adieu to England! + </p> + <p> + How many have waved the adieu! And it is England nourishing, England + protecting them, England clothing them in the honours they wear. Only the + posturing lower natures, on the level of their buskins, can pluck out the + pocket-knife of sentimental spite to cut themselves loose from her at + heart in earnest. The higher, bleed as they may, too pressingly feel their + debt. Diana had the Celtic vivid sense of country. In England she was + Irish, by hereditary, and by wilful opposition. Abroad, gazing along the + waters, observing, comparing, reflecting, above all, reading of the + struggles at home, the things done and attempted, her soul of generosity + made her, though not less Irish, a daughter of Britain. It is at a + distance that striving countries should be seen if we would have them in + the pure idea; and this young woman of fervid mind, a reader of public + speeches and speculator on the tides of politics (desirous, further, to + feel herself rather more in the pure idea), began to yearn for England + long before her term of holiday exile had ended. She had been flattered by + her friend, her 'wedded martyr at the stake,' as she named him, to believe + that she could exercise a judgement in politics—could think, even + speak acutely, on public affairs. The reports of speeches delivered by the + men she knew or knew of, set her thrilling; and she fancied the + sensibility to be as independent of her sympathy with the orators as her + political notions were sovereignty above a sex devoted to trifles, and the + feelings of a woman who had gone through fire. She fancied it confidently, + notwithstanding a peculiar intuition that the plunge into the nobler + business of the world would be a haven of safety for a woman with blood + and imagination, when writing to Emma: 'Mr. Redworth's great success in + Parliament is good in itself, whatever his views of present questions; and + I do not heed them when I look to what may be done by a man of such power + in striking at unjust laws, which keep the really numerically better-half + of the population in a state of slavery. If he had been a lawyer! It must + be a lawyer's initiative—a lawyer's Bill. Mr. Percy Dacier also + spoke well, as might have been expected, and his uncle's compliment to him + was merited. Should you meet him sound him. He has read for the Bar, and + is younger than Mr. Redworth. The very young men and the old are our hope. + The middleaged are hard and fast for existing facts. We pick our leaders + on the slopes, the incline and decline of the mountain—not on the + upper table-land midway, where all appears to men so solid, so tolerably + smooth, save for a few excrescences, roughnesses, gradually to be levelled + at their leisure; which induces one to protest that the middle-age of men + is their time of delusion. It is no paradox. They may be publicly useful + in a small way. I do not deny it at all. They must be near the gates of + life—the opening or the closing—for their minds to be + accessible to the urgency of the greater questions. Otherwise the world + presents itself to them under too settled an aspect—unless, of + course, Vesuvian Revolution shakes the land. And that touches only their + nerves. I dream of some old Judge! There is one—if having caught we + could keep him. But I dread so tricksy a pilot. You have guessed him—the + ancient Puck! We have laughed all day over the paper telling us of his + worrying the Lords. Lady Esquart congratulates her husband on being out of + it. Puck 'biens ride' and bewigged might perhaps—except that at the + critical moment he would be sure to plead allegiance to Oberon. However, + the work will be performed by some one: I am prophetic:—when maidens + are grandmothers!—when your Tony is wearing a perpetual laugh in the + unhusbanded regions where there is no institution of the wedding-tie.' + </p> + <p> + For the reason that she was not to participate in the result of the old + Judge's or young hero's happy championship of the cause of her sex, she + conceived her separateness high aloof, and actually supposed she was a + contemplative, simply speculative political spirit, impersonal albeit a + woman. This, as Emma, smiling at the lines, had not to learn, was always + her secret pride of fancy—the belief in her possession of a + disengaged intellect. + </p> + <p> + The strange illusion, so clearly exposed to her correspondent, was + maintained through a series of letters very slightly descriptive, dated + from the Piraeus, the Bosphorus, the coasts of the Crimea, all more or + less relating to the latest news of the journals received on board the + yacht, and of English visitors fresh from the country she now seemed fond + of calling 'home.' Politics, and gentle allusions to the curious + exhibition of 'love in marriage' shown by her amiable host and hostess: + 'these dear Esquarts, who are never tired of one another, but courtly + courting, tempting me to think it possible that a fortunate selection and + a mutual deference may subscribe to human happiness:—filled the + paragraphs. Reviews of her first literary venture were mentioned once: 'I + was well advised by Mr. Redworth in putting ANTONIA for authoress. She is + a buff jerkin to the stripes, and I suspect that the signature of D. E. + M., written in full, would have cawed woefully to hear that her style is + affected, her characters nullities, her cleverness forced, etc., etc. As + it is, I have much the same contempt for poor Antonia's performance. Cease + penning, little fool! She writes, “with some comprehension of the passion + of love.” I know her to be a stranger to the earliest cry. So you see, + dear, that utter ignorance is the mother of the Art. Dialogues + “occasionally pointed.” She has a sister who may do better.—But why + was I not apprenticed to a serviceable profession or a trade? I perceive + now that a hanger-on of the market had no right to expect a happier fate + than mine has been.' + </p> + <p> + On the Nile, in the winter of the year, Diana met the Hon. Percy Dacier. + He was introduced to her at Cairo by Redworth. The two gentlemen had + struck up a House of Commons acquaintanceship, and finding themselves + bound for the same destination, had grown friendly. Redworth's arrival had + been pleasantly expected. She remarked on Dacier's presence to Emma, + without sketch or note of him as other than much esteemed by Lord and Lady + Esquart. These, with Diana, Redworth, Dacier, the German Eastern traveller + Schweizerbarth, and the French Consul and Egyptologist Duriette, composed + a voyaging party up the river, of which expedition Redworth was Lady + Dunstane's chief writer of the records. His novel perceptiveness and + shrewdness of touch made them amusing; and his tenderness to the Beauty's + coquettry between the two foreign rivals, moved a deeper feeling. The + German had a guitar, the Frenchman a voice; Diana joined them in harmony. + They complained apart severally of the accompaniment and the singer. Our + English criticized them apart; and that is at any rate to occupy a post, + though it contributes nothing to entertainment. At home the Esquarts had + sung duets; Diana had assisted Redworth's manly chest-notes at the piano. + Each of them declined to be vocal. Diana sang alone for the credit of the + country, Italian and French songs, Irish also. She was in her mood of + Planxty Kelly and Garryowen all the way. 'Madame est Irlandaise?' Redworth + heard the Frenchman say, and he owned to what was implied in the answering + tone of the question. 'We should be dull dogs without the Irish leaven!' + So Tony in exile still managed to do something for her darling Erin. The + solitary woman on her heights at Copsley raised an exclamation of, 'Oh! + that those two had been or could be united!' She was conscious of a mystic + symbolism in the prayer. + </p> + <p> + She was not apprehensive of any ominous intervention of another. Writing + from Venice, Diana mentioned Mr. Percy Dacier as being engaged to an + heiress; 'A Miss Asper, niece of a mighty shipowner, Mr. Quintin Manx, + Lady Esquart tells me: money fabulous, and necessary to a younger son + devoured with ambition. The elder brother, Lord Creedmore, is a common + Nimrod, always absent in Hungary, Russia, America, hunting somewhere. Mr. + Dacier will be in the Cabinet with the next Ministry.' No more of him. A + new work by ANTONIA was progressing. + </p> + <p> + The Summer in South Tyrol passed like a royal procession before young eyes + for Diana, and at the close of it, descending the Stelvio, idling through + the Valtelline, Como Lake was reached, Diana full of her work, living the + double life of the author. At Bellagio one afternoon Mr. Percy Dacier + appeared. She remembered subsequently a disappointment she felt in not + beholding Mr. Redworth either with him or displacing him. If engaged to a + lady, he was not an ardent suitor; nor was he a pointedly complimentary + acquaintance. His enthusiasm was reserved for Italian scenery. She had + already formed a sort of estimate of his character, as an indifferent + observer may do, and any woman previous to the inflaming of her + imagination, if that is in store for her; and she now fell to work + resetting the puzzle it became as soon her positive conclusions had to be + shaped again. 'But women never can know young men,' she wrote to Emma, + after praising his good repute as one of the brotherhood. 'He drops pretty + sentences now and then: no compliments; milky nuts. Of course he has a + head, or he would not be where he is—and that seems always to me the + most enviable place a young man can occupy.' She observed in him a + singular conflicting of a buoyant animal nature with a curb of + studiousness, as if the fardels of age were piling on his shoulders before + youth had quitted its pastures. + </p> + <p> + His build of limbs and his features were those of the finely-bred English; + he had the English taste for sports, games, manly diversions; and in the + bloom of life, under thirty, his head was given to bend. The head bending + on a tall upright figure, where there was breadth of chest, told of + weights working. She recollected his open look, larger than inquiring, at + the introduction to her; and it recurred when she uttered anything + specially taking. What it meant was past a guess, though comparing it with + the frank directness of Redworth's eyes, she saw the difference between a + look that accepted her and one that dilated on two opinions. + </p> + <p> + Her thought of the gentleman was of a brilliant young charioteer in the + ruck of the race, watchful for his chance to push to the front; and she + could have said that a dubious consort might spoil a promising career. It + flattered her to think that she sometimes prompted him, sometimes + illumined. He repeated sentences she had spoken. 'I shall be better able + to describe Mr. Dacier when you and I sit together, my Emmy, and a stroke + here and there completes the painting. Set descriptions are good for + puppets. Living men and women are too various in the mixture fashioning + them—even the “external presentment”—to be livingly rendered + in a formal sketch. I may tell you his eyes are pale blue, his features + regular, his hair silky, brownish, his legs long, his head rather stooping + (only the head), his mouth commonly closed; these are the facts, and you + have seen much the same in a nursery doll. Such literary craft is of the + nursery. So with landscapes. The art of the pen (we write on darkness) is + to rouse the inward vision, instead of labouring with a Drop-scene brush, + as if it were to the eye; because our flying minds cannot contain a + protracted description. That is why the poets, who spring imagination with + a word or a phrase, paint lasting pictures. The Shakespearian, the + Dantesque, are in a line, two at most. He lends an attentive ear when I + speak, agrees or has a quaint pucker of the eyebrows dissenting inwardly. + He lacks mental liveliness—cheerfulness, I should say, and is + thankful to have it imparted. One suspects he would be a dull domestic + companion. He has a veritable thirst for hopeful views of the world, and + no spiritual distillery of his own. He leans to depression. Why! The + broken reed you call your Tony carries a cargo, all of her manufacture—she + reeks of secret stills; and here is a young man—a sapling oak—inclined + to droop. His nature has an air of imploring me que je d'arrose! I begin + to perform Mrs. Dr. Pangloss on purpose to brighten him—the mind, + the views. He is not altogether deficient in conversational gaiety, and he + shines in exercise. But the world is a poor old ball bounding down a hill—to + an Irish melody in the evening generally, by request. So far of Mr. Percy + Dacier, of whom I have some hopes—distant, perhaps delusive—that + he may be of use to our cause. He listens. It is an auspicious + commencement.' + </p> + <p> + Lugano is the Italian lake most lovingly encircled by mountain arms, and + every height about it may be scaled with esce. The heights have their nest + of waters below for a home scene, the southern Swiss peaks, with celestial + Monta Rosa, in prospect. It was there that Diana reawakened, after the + trance of a deadly draught, to the glory of the earth and her share in it. + She wakened like the Princess of the Kiss; happily not to kisses; to no + sign, touch or call that she could trace backward. The change befell her + without a warning. After writing deliberately to her friend Emma, she laid + down her pen and thought of nothing; and into this dreamfulness a wine + passed, filling her veins, suffusing her mind, quickening her soul: and + coming whence? out of air, out of the yonder of air. She could have + imagined a seraphic presence in the room, that bade her arise and live; + take the cup of the wells of youth arrested at her lips by her marriage; + quit her wintry bondage for warmth, light, space, the quick of simple + being. And the strange pure ecstasy was not a transient electrification; + it came in waves on a continuous tide; looking was living; walking flying. + She hardly knew that she slept. The heights she had seen rosy at eve were + marked for her ascent in the dawn. Sleep was one wink, and fresh as the + dewy field and rockflowers on her way upward, she sprang to more and more + of heaven, insatiable, happily chirruping over her possessions. The + threading of the town among the dear common people before others were + abroad, was a pleasure and pleasant her solitariness threading the gardens + at the base of the rock, only she astir; and the first rough steps of the + winding footpath, the first closed buds, the sharper air, the uprising of + the mountain with her ascent; and pleasant too was her hunger and the + nibble at a little loaf of bread. A linnet sang in her breast, an eagle + lifted her feet. The feet were verily winged, as they are in a season of + youth when the blood leaps to light from the pressure of the under forces, + like a source at the wellheads, and the whole creature blooms, vital in + every energy as a spirit. To be a girl again was magical. She could fancy + her having risen from the dead. And to be a girl, with a woman's broader + vision and receptiveness of soul, with knowledge of evil, and winging to + ethereal happiness, this was a revelation of our human powers. + </p> + <p> + She attributed the change to the influences of nature's beauty and + grandeur. Nor had her woman's consciousness to play the chrysalis in any + shy recesses of her heart; she was nowhere veiled or torpid; she was + illumined, like the Salvatore she saw in the evening beams and mounted in + the morning's; and she had not a spot of seeresy; all her nature flew and + bloomed; she was bird, flower, flowing river, a quivering sensibility + unweighted, enshrouded. Desires and hopes would surely have weighted and + shrouded her. She had none, save for the upper air, the eyes of the + mountain. + </p> + <p> + Which was the dream—her past life or this ethereal existence? But + this ran spontaneously, and the other had often been stimulated—her + vivaciousness on the Nile-boat, for a recent example. She had not a doubt + that her past life was the dream, or deception: and for the reason that + now she was compassionate, large of heart toward all beneath her. Let them + but leave her free, they were forgiven, even to prayers for their + well-being! The plural number in the case was an involuntary multiplying + of the single, coming of her incapacity during this elevation and rapture + of the senses to think distinctly of that One who had discoloured her + opening life. Freedom to breathe, gaze, climb, grow with the grasses, fly + with the clouds, to muse, to sing, to be an unclaimed self, dispersed upon + earth, air, sky, to find a keener transfigured self in that radiation—she + craved no more. + </p> + <p> + Bear in mind her beauty, her charm of tongue, her present state of white + simplicity in fervour: was there ever so perilous a woman for the most + guarded and clearest-eyed of young men to meet at early morn upon a + mountain side? + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0016" id="link2HCH0016"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVI. TREATS OF A MIDNIGHT BELL, AND OF A SCENE OF EARLY MORNING + </h2> + <p> + On a round of the mountains rising from Osteno, South eastward of Lugano, + the Esquart party rose from the natural grotto and headed their carriages + up and down the defiles, halting for a night at Rovio, a little village + below the Generoso, lively with waterfalls and watercourses; and they fell + so in love with the place, that after roaming along the flowery borderways + by moonlight, they resolved to rest there two or three days and try some + easy ascents. In the diurnal course of nature, being pleasantly tired, + they had the avowed intention of sleeping there; so they went early to + their beds, and carelessly wished one another good-night, none of them + supposing slumber to be anywhere one of the warlike arts, a paradoxical + thing you must battle for and can only win at last when utterly beaten. + Hard by their inn, close enough for a priestly homily to have been + audible, stood a church campanile, wherein hung a Bell, not ostensibly + communicating with the demons of the pit; in daylight rather a merry + comrade. But at night, when the children of nerves lay stretched, he threw + off the mask. As soon as they had fairly nestled, he smote their pillows a + shattering blow, loud for the retold preluding quarters, incredibly + clanging the number ten. Then he waited for neighbouring campanili to box + the ears of slumber's votaries in turn; whereupon, under pretence of + excessive conscientiousness, or else oblivious of his antecedent, damnable + misconduct, or perhaps in actual league and trapdoor conspiracy with the + surging goblin hosts beneath us, he resumed his blaring strokes, a + sonorous recapitulation of the number; all the others likewise. It was an + alarum fit to warn of Attila or Alaric; and not, simply the maniacal noise + invaded the fruitful provinces of sleep like Hun and Vandal, the + irrational repetition ploughed the minds of those unhappy somnivolents, + leaving them worse than sheared by barbarians, disrupt, as by earthquake, + with the unanswerable question to Providence, Why!—Why twice? + </p> + <p> + Designing slumberers are such infants. When they have undressed and + stretched themselves, flat, it seems that they have really gone back to + their mothers' breasts, and they fret at whatsoever does not smack of + nature, or custom. The cause of a repetition so senseless in its violence, + and so unnecessary, set them querying and kicking until the inevitable + quarters recommenced. Then arose an insurgent rabble in their bosoms, it + might be the loosened imps of darkness, urging them to speculate whether + the proximate monster about to dole out the eleventh hour in uproar would + again forget himself and repeat his dreary arithmetic a second time; for + they were unaware of his religious obligation, following the hour of the + district, to inform them of the tardy hour of Rome. They waited in + suspense, curiosity enabling them to bear the first crash callously. His + performance was the same. And now they took him for a crazy engine whose + madness had infected the whole neighbourhood. Now was the moment to fight + for sleep in contempt of him, and they began by simulating an entry into + the fortress they were to defend, plunging on their pillows, battening + down their eyelids, breathing with a dreadful regularity. Alas! it came to + their knowledge that the Bell was in possession and they the besiegers. + Every resonant quarter was anticipated up to the blow, without averting + its murderous abruptness; and an executioner Midnight that sounded, in + addition to the reiterated quarters, four and twenty ringing + hammerstrokes, with the aching pause between the twelves, left them the + prey of the legions of torturers which are summed, though not described, + in the title of a sleepless night. + </p> + <p> + From that period the curse was milder, but the victims raged. They swam on + vasty deeps, they knocked at rusty gates, they shouldered all the weapons + of black Insomnia's armoury and became her soldiery, doing her will upon + themselves. Of her originally sprang the inspired teaching of the doom of + men to excruciation in endlessness. She is the fountain of the infinite + ocean whereon the exceedingly sensitive soul is tumbled everlastingly, + with the diversion of hot pincers to appease its appetite for change. + </p> + <p> + Dacier was never the best of sleepers. He had taken to exercise his brains + prematurely, not only in learning, but also in reflection; and a + reflectiveness that is indulged before we have a rigid mastery of the + emotions, or have slain them, is apt to make a young man more than + commonly a child of nerves: nearly as much so as the dissipated, with the + difference that they are hilarious while wasting their treasury, which he + is not; and he may recover under favouring conditions, which is a point of + vantage denied to them. Physically he had stout reserves, for he had not + disgraced the temple. His intemperateness lay in the craving to rise and + lead: a precocious ambition. This apparently modest young man started with + an aim—and if in the distance and with but a slingstone, like the + slender shepherd fronting the Philistine, all his energies were in his aim—at + Government. He had hung on the fringe of an Administration. His party was + out, and he hoped for higher station on its return to power. Many + perplexities were therefore buzzing about his head; among them at present + one sufficiently magnified and voracious to swallow the remainder. He + added force to the interrogation as to why that Bell should sound its + inhuman strokes twice, by asking himself why he was there to hear it! A + strange suspicion of a bewitchment might have enlightened him if he had + been a man accustomed to yield to the peculiar kind of sorcery issuing + from that sex. He rather despised the power of women over men: and + nevertheless he was there, listening to that Bell, instead of having + obeyed the call of his family duties, when the latter were urgent. He had + received letters at Lugano, summoning him home, before he set forth on his + present expedition. The noisy alarum told him he floundered in quags, like + a silly creature chasing a marsh-lamp. But was it so? Was it not, on the + contrary, a serious pursuit of the secret of a woman's character?—Oh, + a woman and her character! Ordinary women and their characters might set + to work to get what relationship and likeness they could. They had no + secret to allure. This one had: she had the secret of lake waters under + rock, unfathomable in limpidness. He could not think of her without + shooting at nature, and nature's very sweetest and subtlest, for + comparison. As to her sex, his active man's contempt of the petticoated + secret attractive to boys and graylings, made him believe that in her he + hunted the mind and the spirit: perchance a double mind, a twilighted + spirit; but not a mere woman. She bore no resemblance to the bundle of + women. Well, she was worth studying; she had ideas, and could give ear to + ideas. Furthermore, a couple of the members of his family inclined to do + her injustice. At least, they judged her harshly, owing, he thought, to an + inveterate opinion they held regarding Lord Dannisburgh's obliquity in + relation to women. He shared it, and did not concur in, their verdict upon + the woman implicated. That is to say, knowing something of her now, he + could see the possibility of her innocence in the special charm that her + mere sparkle of features and speech, and her freshness would have for a + man like his uncle. The possibility pleaded strongly on her behalf, while + the darker possibility weighted by his uncle's reputation plucked at him + from below. + </p> + <p> + She was delightful to hear, delightful to see; and her friends loved her + and had faith in her. So clever a woman might be too clever for her + friends!... + </p> + <p> + The circle he moved in hummed of women, prompting novices as well as + veterans to suspect that the multitude of them, and notably the fairest, + yet more the cleverest, concealed the serpent somewhere. + </p> + <p> + She certainly had not directed any of her arts upon him. Besides he was + half engaged. And that was a burning perplexity; not because of abstract + scruples touching the necessity for love in marriage. The young lady, + great heiress though she was, and willing, as she allowed him to assume; + graceful too, reputed a beauty; struck him cold. He fancied her + transparent, only Arctic. Her transparency displayed to him all the common + virtues, and a serene possession of the inestimable and eminent one + outweighing all; but charm, wit, ardour, intercommunicative quickness, and + kindling beauty, airy grace, were qualities that a man, it seemed, had to + look for in women spotted by a doubt of their having the chief and + priceless. + </p> + <p> + However, he was not absolutely plighted. Nor did it matter to him whether + this or that woman concealed the tail of the serpent and trail, excepting + the singular interest this woman managed to excite, and so deeply as set + him wondering how that Resurrection Bell might be affecting her ability to + sleep. Was she sleeping?—or waking? His nervous imagination was a + torch that alternately lighted her lying asleep with the innocent, like a + babe, and tossing beneath the overflow of her dark hair, hounded by + haggard memories. She fluttered before him in either aspect; and another + perplexity now was to distinguish within himself which was the aspect he + preferred. Great Nature brought him thus to drink of her beauty, under the + delusion that the act was a speculation on her character. + </p> + <p> + The Bell, with its clash, throb and long swoon of sound, reminded him of + her name: Diana!—An attribute? or a derision? + </p> + <p> + It really mattered nothing to him, save for her being maligned; and if + most unfairly, then that face of the varying expressions, and the rich + voice, and the remembered gentle and taking words coming from her, + appealed to him with a supplicating vividness that pricked his heart to + leap. + </p> + <p> + He was dozing when the Bell burst through the thin division between + slumber and wakefulness, recounting what seemed innumerable peals, hard on + his cranium. Gray daylight blanched the window and the bed: his watch said + five of the morning. He thought of the pleasure of a bath beneath some + dashing spray-showers; and jumped up to dress, feeling a queer sensation + of skin in his clothes, the sign of a feverish night; and yawning he went + into the air. Leftward the narrow village street led to the footway along + which he could make for the mountain-wall. He cast one look at the head of + the campanile, silly as an owlish roysterer's glazed stare at the young + Aurora, and hurried his feet to check the yawns coming alarmingly fast, in + the place of ideas. + </p> + <p> + His elevation above the valley was about the kneecap of the Generoso. + Waters of past rain-clouds poured down the mountain-sides like veins of + metal, here and there flinging off a shower on the busy descent; only + dubiously animate in the lack lustre of the huge bulk piled against a + yellow East that wafted fleets of pinky cloudlets overhead. He mounted his + path to a level with inviting grassmounds where water circled, running + from scoops and cups to curves and brook-streams, and in his fancy calling + to him to hear them. To dip in them was his desire. To roll and shiver + braced by the icy flow was the spell to break that baleful incantation of + the intolerable night; so he struck across a ridge of boulders, wreck of a + landslip from the height he had hugged, to the open space of shadowed + undulations, and soon had his feet on turf. Heights to right and to left, + and between them, aloft, a sky the rosy wheelcourse of the chariot of + morn, and below, among the knolls, choice of sheltered nooks where waters + whispered of secresy to satisfy Diana herself. They have that whisper and + waving of secresy in secret scenery; they beckon to the bath; and they + conjure classic visions of the pudency of the Goddess irate or unsighted. + The semi-mythological state of mind, built of old images and favouring + haunts, was known to Dacier. The name of Diana, playing vaguely on his + consciousness, helped to it. He had no definite thought of the mortal + woman when the highest grass-roll near the rock gave him view of a bowered + source and of a pool under a chain of cascades, bounded by polished + shelves and slabs. The very spot for him, he decided at the first peep; + and at the second, with fingers instinctively loosening his waist-coat + buttons for a commencement, he shouldered round and strolled away, though + not at a rapid pace, nor far before he halted. + </p> + <p> + That it could be no other than she, the figure he had seen standing beside + the pool, he was sure. Why had he turned? Thoughts thick and swift as a + blush in the cheeks of seventeen overcame him; and queen of all, the + thought bringing the picture of this mountain-solitude to vindicate a + woman shamefully assailed.—She who found her pleasure in these + haunts of nymph and Goddess, at the fresh cold bosom of nature, must be + clear as day. She trusted herself to the loneliness here, and to the + honour of men, from a like irreflective sincereness. She was unable to + imagine danger where her own impelling thirst was pure... + </p> + <p> + The thoughts, it will be discerned, were but flashes of a momentary vivid + sensibility. Where a woman's charm has won half the battle, her character + is an advancing standard and sings victory, let her do no more than take a + quiet morning walk before breakfast. + </p> + <p> + But why had he turned his back on her? There was nothing in his presence + to alarm, nothing in her appearance to forbid. The motive and the movement + were equally quaint; incomprehensible to him; for after putting himself + out of sight, he understood the absurdity of the supposition that she + would seek the secluded sylvan bath for the same purpose as he. Yet now he + was, debarred from going to meet her. She might have an impulse to bathe + her feet. Her name was Diana.... + </p> + <p> + Yes, and a married woman; and a proclaimed one! + </p> + <p> + And notwithstanding those brassy facts, he was ready to side with the + evidence declaring her free from stain; and further, to swear that her + blood was Diana's! + </p> + <p> + Nor had Dacier ever been particularly poetical about women. The present + Diana had wakened his curiosity, had stirred his interest in her, pricked + his admiration, but gradually, until a sleepless night with its flock of + raven-fancies under that dominant Bell, ended by colouring her, the moment + she stood in his eyes, as freshly as the morning heavens. We are much + influenced in youth by sleepless nights: they disarm, they predispose us + to submit to soft occasion; and in our youth occasion is always coming. + </p> + <p> + He heard her voice. She had risen up the grass-mound, and he hung brooding + half-way down. She was dressed in some texture of the hue of lavender. A + violet scarf loosely knotted over the bosom opened on her throat. The loop + of her black hair curved under a hat of gray beaver. Memorably radiant was + her face. + </p> + <p> + They met, exchanged greetings, praised the beauty of the morning, and + struck together on the Bell. She laughed: 'I heard it at ten; I slept till + four. I never wake later. I was out in the air by half-past. Were you + disturbed?' + </p> + <p> + He alluded to his troubles with the Bell. + </p> + <p> + 'It sounded like a felon's heart in skeleton ribs,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Or a proser's tongue in a hollow skull,' said she. + </p> + <p> + He bowed to her conversible readiness, and at once fell into the + background, as he did only with her, to perform accordant bass in their + dialogue; for when a woman lightly caps our strained remarks, we gallantly + surrender the leadership, lest she should too cuttingly assert her claim. + </p> + <p> + Some sweet wild cyclamen flowers were at her breast. She held in her left + hand a bunch of buds and blown cups of the pale purple meadow-crocus. He + admired them. She told him to look round. He confessed to not having + noticed them in the grass: what was the name? Colchicum, in Botany, she + said. + </p> + <p> + 'These are plucked to be sent to a friend; otherwise I'm reluctant to take + the life of flowers for a whim. Wild flowers, I mean. I am not sentimental + about garden flowers: they are cultivated for decoration, grown for + clipping.' + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose they don't carry the same signification,' said Dacier, in the + tone of a pupil to such themes. + </p> + <p> + 'They carry no feeling,' said she. 'And that is my excuse for plucking + these, where they seem to spring like our town-dream of happiness. I + believe they are sensible of it too; but these must do service to my + invalid friend, who cannot travel. Are you ever as much interested in the + woes of great ladies as of country damsels? I am not—not unless they + have natural distinction. You have met Lady Dunstane?' + </p> + <p> + The question sounded artless. Dacier answered that he thought he had seen + her somewhere once, and Diana shut her lips on a rising under-smile. + </p> + <p> + 'She is the coeur d'or of our time; the one soul I would sacrifice these + flowers to.' + </p> + <p> + 'A bit of a blue-stocking, I think I have heard said.' + </p> + <p> + 'She might have been admitted to the Hotel Rambouillet, without being + anything of a Precieuse. She is the woman of the largest heart now + beating.' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Redworth talked of her.' + </p> + <p> + 'As she deserved, I am sure.' + </p> + <p> + 'Very warmly.' + </p> + <p> + 'He would!' + </p> + <p> + 'He told me you were the Damon and Pythias of women.' + </p> + <p> + 'Her one fault is an extreme humility that makes her always play second to + me; and as I am apt to gabble, I take the lead; and I am froth in + comparison. I can reverence my superiors even when tried by intimacy with + them. She is the next heavenly thing to heaven that I know. Court her, if + ever you come across her. Or have you a man's horror of women with + brains?' + </p> + <p> + 'Am I expressing it?' said he. + </p> + <p> + 'Do not breathe London or Paris here on me.' She fanned the crocuses under + her chin. 'The early morning always has this—I wish I had a word!—touch... + whisper... gleam... beat of wings—I envy poets now more than ever!—of + Eden, I was going to say. Prose can paint evening and moonlight, but poets + are needed to sing the dawn. That is because prose is equal to melancholy + stuff. Gladness requires the finer language. Otherwise we have it coarse—anything + but a reproduction. You politicians despise the little distinctions “twixt + tweedledum and tweedledee,” I fancy.' + </p> + <p> + Of the poetic sort, Dacier's uncle certainly did. For himself he confessed + to not having thought much on them. + </p> + <p> + 'But how divine is utterance!' she said. 'As we to the brutes, poets are + to us.' + </p> + <p> + He listened somewhat with the head of the hanged. A beautiful woman + choosing to rhapsodize has her way, and is not subjected to the critical + commentary within us. He wondered whether she had discoursed in such a + fashion to his uncle. + </p> + <p> + 'I can read good poetry,' said he. + </p> + <p> + 'If you would have this valley—or mountain-cleft, one should call it—described, + only verse could do it for you,' Diana pursued, and stopped, glanced at + his face, and smiled. She had spied the end of a towel peeping out of one + of his pockets. 'You came out for a bath! Go back, by all means, and mount + that rise of grass where you first saw me; and down on the other side, a + little to the right, you will find the very place for a bath, at a corner + of the rock—a natural fountain; a bubbling pool in a ring of + brushwood, with falling water, so tempting that I could have pardoned a + push: about five feet deep. Lose no time.' + </p> + <p> + He begged to assure her that he would rather stroll with her: it had been + only a notion of bathing by chance when he pocketed the towel. + </p> + <p> + 'Dear me,' she cried, 'if I had been a man I should have scurried off at a + signal of release, quick as a hare I once woke up in a field with my foot + on its back.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier's eyebrows knotted a trifle over her eagerness to dismiss him: he + was not used to it, but rather to be courted by women, and to condescend. + </p> + <p> + 'I shall not long, I'm afraid, have the pleasure of walking beside you and + hearing you. I had letters at Lugano. My uncle is unwell, I hear.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lord Dannisburgh?' + </p> + <p> + The name sprang from her lips unhesitatingly. + </p> + <p> + His nodded affirmative altered her face and her voice. + </p> + <p> + 'It is not a grave illness?' + </p> + <p> + 'They rather fear it.' + </p> + <p> + 'You had the news at Lugano?' + </p> + <p> + He answered the implied reproach: 'I can be of no, service.' + </p> + <p> + 'But surely!' + </p> + <p> + 'It's even doubtful that he would be bothered to receive me. We hold no + views in common—excepting one.' + </p> + <p> + 'Could I?' she exclaimed. 'O that I might! If he is really ill! But if it + is actually serious he would perhaps have a wish... I can nurse. I know I + have the power to cheer him. You ought indeed to be in England.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier said he had thought it better to wait for later reports. 'I shall + drive to Lugano this afternoon, and act on the information I get there. + Probably it ends my holiday.' + </p> + <p> + 'Will you do me the favour to write me word?—and especially tell me + if you think he would like to have me near him,' said Diana. 'And let him + know that if he wants nursing or cheerful companionship, I am at any + moment ready to come.' + </p> + <p> + The flattery of a beautiful young woman to wait on him would be very + agreeable to Lord Dannisburgh, Dacier conceived. Her offer to go was + possibly purely charitable. But the prudence of her occupation of the post + obscured whatever appeared admirable in her devotedness. Her choice of a + man like Lord Dannisburgh for the friend to whom she could sacrifice her + good name less falteringly than she gathered those field-flowers was + inexplicable; and she herself a darker riddle at each step of his reading. + </p> + <p> + He promised curtly to write. 'I will do my best to hit a flying address.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your Club enables me to hit a permanent one that will establish the + communication,' said Diana. 'We shall not sleep another night at Rovio. + Lady Esquart is the lightest of sleepers, and if you had a restless time, + she and her husband must have been in purgatory. Besides, permit me to + say, you should be with your party. The times are troublous—not for + holidays! Your holiday has had a haunted look, creditably to your + conscience as a politician. These Corn Law agitations!' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, but no politics here!' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'Politics everywhere!—in the Courts of Faery! They are not discord + to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'But not the last day—the last hour!' he pleaded. + </p> + <p> + 'Well! only do not forget your assurance to me that you would give some + thoughts to Ireland—and the cause of women. Has it slipped from your + memory?' + </p> + <p> + 'If I see the chance of serving you, you may trust to me.' + </p> + <p> + She sent up an interjection on the misfortune of her not having been born + a man. + </p> + <p> + It was to him the one smart of sourness in her charm as a woman. + </p> + <p> + Among the boulder-stones of the ascent to the path, he ventured to propose + a little masculine assistance in a hand stretched mutely. Although there + was no great need for help, her natural kindliness checked the inclination + to refuse it. When their hands disjoined she found herself reddening. She + cast it on the exertion. Her heart was throbbing. It might be the exertion + likewise. + </p> + <p> + He walked and talked much more airily along the descending pathway, as if + he had suddenly become more intimately acquainted with her. + </p> + <p> + She listened, trying to think of the manner in which he might be taught to + serve that cause she had at heart; and the colour deepened on her cheeks + till it set fire to her underlying consciousness: blood to spirit. A + tremour of alarm ran through her. + </p> + <p> + His request for one of the crocuses to keep as a souvenir of the morning + was refused. 'They are sacred; they were all devoted to my friend when I + plucked them.' + </p> + <p> + He pointed to a half-open one, with the petals in disparting pointing to + junction, and compared it to the famous tiptoe ballet-posture, arms above + head and fingers like swallows meeting in air, of an operatic danseuse of + the time. + </p> + <p> + 'I do not see it, because I will not see it,' she said, and she found a + personal cooling and consolement in the phrase.—We have this power + of resisting invasion of the poetic by the commonplace, the spirit by the + blood, if we please, though you men may not think that we have! Her + alarmed sensibilities bristled and made head against him as an enemy. She + fancied (for the aforesaid reason—because she chose) that it was on + account of the offence to her shy morning pleasure by his Londonizing. At + any other moment her natural liveliness and trained social ease would have + taken any remark on the eddies of the tide of converse; and so she told + herself, and did not the less feel wounded, adverse, armed. He seemed + somehow—to have dealt a mortal blow to the happy girl she had become + again. The woman she was protested on behalf of the girl, while the girl + in her heart bent lowered sad eyelids to the woman; and which of them was + wiser of the truth she could not have said, for she was honestly not aware + of the truth, but she knew she was divided in halves, with one half + pitying the other, one rebuking: and all because of the incongruous + comparison of a wild flower to an opera dancer! Absurd indeed. We human + creatures are the silliest on earth, most certainly. + </p> + <p> + Dacier had observed the blush, and the check to her flowing tongue did not + escape him as they walked back to the inn down the narrow street of black + rooms, where the women gossiped at the fountain and the cobbler threaded + on his doorstep. His novel excitement supplied the deficiency, sweeping + him past minor reflections. He was, however, surprised to hear her tell + Lady Esquart, as soon as they were together at the breakfast-table, that + he had the intention of starting for England; and further surprised, and + slightly stung too, when on the poor lady's, moaning over her recollection + of the midnight Bell, and vowing she could not attempt to sleep another + night in the place, Diana declared her resolve to stay there one day + longer with her maid, and explore the neighbourhood for the wild flowers + in which it abounded. Lord and Lady Esquart agreed to anything agreeable + to her, after excusing themselves for the necessitated flight, piteously + relating the story of their sufferings. My lord could have slept, but he + had remained awake to comfort my lady. + </p> + <p> + 'True knightliness!' Diana said, in praise of these long married lovers; + and she asked them what they had talked of during the night. + </p> + <p> + 'You, my dear, partly,' said Lady Esquart. + </p> + <p> + 'For an opiate?' + </p> + <p> + 'An invocation of the morning,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + Lady Esquart looked at Diana and, at him. She thought it was well that her + fair friend should stay. It was then settled for Diana to rejoin them the + next evening at Lugano, thence to proceed to Luino on the Maggiore. + </p> + <p> + 'I fear it is good-bye for me,' Dacier said to her, as he was about to + step into the carriage with the Esquarts. + </p> + <p> + 'If you have not better news of your uncle, it must be,' she replied, and + gave him her hand promptly and formally, hardly diverting her eyes from + Lady Esquart to grace the temporary gift with a look. The last of her he + saw was a waving of her arm and finger pointing triumphantly at the Bell + in the tower. It said, to an understanding unpractised in the feminine + mysteries: 'I can sleep through anything.' What that revealed of her state + of conscience and her nature, his efforts to preserve the lovely optical + figure blocked his guessing. He was with her friends, who liked her the + more they knew her, and he was compelled to lean to their view of the + perplexing woman. + </p> + <p> + 'She is a riddle to the world,' Lady Esquart said, 'but I know that she is + good. It is the best of signs when women take to her and are proud to be + her friend.' + </p> + <p> + My lord echoed his wife. She talked in this homely manner to stop any + notion of philandering that the young gentleman might be disposed to + entertain in regard to a lady so attractive to the pursuit as Diana's + beauty and delicate situation might make her seem. + </p> + <p> + 'She is an exceedingly clever person, and handsomer than report, which is + uncommon,' said Dacier, becoming voluble on town-topics, Miss Asper + incidentally among them. He denied Lady Esquart's charge of an engagement; + the matter hung. + </p> + <p> + His letters at Lugano summoned him to England instantly. + </p> + <p> + 'I have taken leave of Mrs. Warwick, but tell her I regret, et caetera,' + he said; 'and by the way, as my uncle's illness appears to be serious, the + longer she is absent the better, perhaps.' + </p> + <p> + 'It would never do,' said Lady Esquart, understanding his drift + immediately. 'We winter in Rome. She will not abandon us—I have her + word for it. Next Easter we are in Paris; and so home, I suppose. There + will be no hurry before we are due at Cowes. We seem to have become + confirmed wanderers; for two of us at least it is likely to be our last + great tour.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier informed her that he had pledged his word to write to Mrs. Warwick + of his uncle's condition, and the several appointed halting-places of the + Esquarts between the lakes and Florence were named to him. Thus all things + were openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface; the + communications passing between Mrs. Warwick and the Hon. Percy Dacier + might have been perused by all the world. None but that portion of it, + sage in suspiciousness, which objects to such communications under any + circumstances, could have detected in their correspondence a spark of + coming fire or that there was common warmth. She did not feel it, nor did + he. The position of the two interdicted it to a couple honourably sensible + of social decencies; and who were, be it added, kept apart. The blood is + the treacherous element in the story of the nobly civilized, of which + secret Diana, a wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty, a blooming woman + imagining herself restored to transcendent maiden ecstacies—the + highest youthful poetic—had received some faint intimation when the + blush flamed suddenly in her cheeks and her heart knelled like the towers + of a city given over to the devourer. She had no wish to meet him again. + Without telling herself why, she would have shunned the meeting. + Disturbers that thwarted her simple happiness in sublime scenery were best + avoided. She thought so the more for a fitful blur to the simplicity of + her sensations, and a task she sometimes had in restoring and toning them, + after that sweet morning time in Rovio. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0017" id="link2HCH0017"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVII. 'THE PRINCESS EGERIA' + </h2> + <p> + London, say what we will of it, is after all the head of the British + giant, and if not the liveliest in bubbles, it is past competition the + largest broth-pot of brains anywhere simmering on the hob: over the + steadiest of furnaces too. And the oceans and the continents, as you know, + are perpetual and copious contributors, either to the heating apparatus or + to the contents of the pot. Let grander similes besought. This one fits + for the smoky receptacle cherishing millions, magnetic to tens of millions + more, with its caked outside of grime, and the inward substance + incessantly kicking the lid, prankish, but never casting it off. A good + stew, you perceive; not a parlous boiling. Weak as we may be in our + domestic cookery, our political has been sagaciously adjusted as yet to + catch the ardours of the furnace without being subject to their volcanic + activities. + </p> + <p> + That the social is also somewhat at fault, we have proof in occasional + outcries over the absence of these or those particular persons famous for + inspiriting. It sticks and clogs. The improvising songster is missed, the + convivial essayist, the humorous Dean, the travelled cynic, and he, the + one of his day, the iridescent Irishman, whose remembered repartees are a + feast, sharp and ringing, at divers tables descending from the upper to + the fat citizen's, where, instead of coming in the sequence of talk, they + are exposed by blasting, like fossil teeth of old Deluge sharks in + monotonous walls of our chalk-quarries. Nor are these the less welcome for + the violence of their introduction among a people glad to be set burning + rather briskly awhile by the most unexpected of digs in the ribs. Dan + Merion, to give an example. That was Dan Merion's joke with the watchman: + and he said that other thing to the Marquis of Kingsbury, when the latter + asked him if he had ever won a donkey-race. And old Dan is dead, and we + are the duller for it! which leads to the question: Is genius hereditary? + And the affirmative and negative are respectively maintained, rather + against the Yes is the dispute, until a member of the audience speaks of + Dan Merion's having left a daughter reputed for a sparkling wit not much + below the level of his own. Why, are you unaware that the Mrs. Warwick of + that scandal case of Warwick versus Dannisburgh was old Dan Merion's girl—and + his only child? It is true; for a friend had it from a man who had it + straight from Mr. Braddock, of the firm of Braddock, Thorpe and Simnel, + her solicitors in the action, who told him he could sit listening to her + for hours, and that she was as innocent as day; a wonderful combination of + a good woman and a clever woman and a real beauty. Only her misfortune was + to have a furiously jealous husband, and they say he went mad after + hearing the verdict. + </p> + <p> + Diana was talked of in the London circles. A witty woman is such salt that + where she has once been tasted she must perforce be missed more than any + of the absent, the dowering heavens not having yet showered her like very + plentifully upon us. Then it was first heard that Percy Dacier had been + travelling with her. Miss Asper heard of it. Her uncle, Mr. Quintin Manx, + the millionnaire, was an acquaintance of the new Judge and titled + dignitary, Sir Cramborne Wathin, and she visited Lady Wathin, at whose + table the report in the journals of the Nile-boat party was mentioned. + Lady Wathin's table could dispense with witty women, and, for that matter, + witty men. The intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would have + clashed. She preferred, as hostess, the old legal anecdotes sure of their + laugh, and the citations from the manufactories of fun in the Press, which + were current and instantly intelligible to all her guests. She smiled + suavely on an impromptu pun, because her experience of the humorous + appreciation of it by her guests bade her welcome the upstart. Nothing + else impromptu was acceptable. Mrs. Warwick therefore was not missed by + Lady Wathin. 'I have met her,' she said. 'I confess I am not one of the + fanatics about Mrs. Warwick. She has a sort of skill in getting men to + clamour. If you stoop to tickle them, they will applaud. It is a way of + winning a reputation.' When the ladies were separated from the gentlemen + by the stream of Claret, Miss Asper heard Lady Wathin speak of Mrs. + Warwick again. An allusion to Lord Dannisburgh's fit of illness in the + House of Lords led to her saying that there was no doubt he had been + fascinated, and that, in her opinion, Mrs. Warwick was a dangerous woman. + Sir Cramborne knew something of Mr. Warwick; 'Poor man!' she added. A lady + present put a question concerning Mrs. Warwick's beauty. 'Yes,' Lady + Wathin said, 'she has good looks to aid her. Judging from what I hear and + have seen, her thirst is for notoriety. Sooner or later we shall have her + making a noise, you may be certain. Yes, she has the secret of dressing + well—in the French style.' + </p> + <p> + A simple newspaper report of the expedition of a Nileboat party could stir + the Powers to take her up and turn her on their wheel in this manner. + </p> + <p> + But others of the sons and daughters of London were regretting her + prolonged absence. The great and exclusive Whitmonby, who had dined once + at Lady Wathin's table, and vowed never more to repeat that offence to his + patience, lamented bitterly to Henry Wilmers that the sole woman worthy of + sitting at a little Sunday evening dinner with the cream of the choicest + men of the time was away wasting herself in that insane modern chase of + the picturesque! He called her a perverted Celimene. + </p> + <p> + Redworth had less to regret than the rest of her male friends, as he was + receiving at intervals pleasant descriptive letters, besides manuscript + sheets of ANTONIA'S new piece of composition, to correct the proofs for + the press, and he read them critically, he thought. He read them with a + watchful eye to guard them from the critics. ANTONIA, whatever her faults + as a writer, was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste. She + did at least draw her inspiration from herself, and there was much to be + feared in her work, if a sale was the object. Otherwise Redworth's highly + critical perusal led him flatly to admire. This was like her, and that was + like her, and here and there a phrase gave him the very play of her mouth, + the flash of her eyes. Could he possibly wish, or bear, to, have anything + altered? But she had reason to desire an extended sale of the work. Her + aim, in the teeth of her independent style, was at the means of + independence—a feminine method of attempting to conciliate + contraries; and after despatching the last sheets to the printer, he + meditated upon the several ways which might serve to, assist her; the main + way running thus in his mind:—We have a work of genius. Genius is + good for the public. What is good for the public should be recommended by + the critics. It should be. How then to come at them to, get it done? As he + was not a member of the honourable literary craft, and regarded its arcana + altogether externally, it may be confessed of him that he deemed the + Incorruptible corruptible;—not, of course, with filthy coin slid + into sticky palms. Critics are human, and exceedingly, beyond the common + lot, when touched; and they are excited by mysterious hints of loftiness + in authorship; by rumours of veiled loveliness; whispers, of a general + anticipation; and also Editors can jog them. Redworth was rising to be a + Railway King of a period soon to glitter with rails, iron in the concrete, + golden in the visionary. He had already his Court, much against his will. + The powerful magnetic attractions of those who can help the world to + fortune, was exercised by him in spite of his disgust of sycophants. He + dropped words to right and left of a coming work by ANTONIA. And who was + ANTONIA?—Ah! there hung the riddle.—An exalted personage?—So + much so that he dared not name her even in confidence to ladies; he named + the publishers. To men he said he was at liberty to speak of her only as + the most beautiful woman of her time. His courtiers of both sexes were + recommended to read the new story, THE PRINCESS EGERIA. + </p> + <p> + Oddly, one great lady of his Court had heard a forthcoming work of this + title spoken of by Percy Dacier, not a man to read silly fiction, unless + there was meaning behind the lines: that is, rich scandal of the + aristocracy, diversified by stinging epigrams to the address of + discernible personages. She talked of THE PRINCESS EGERIA: nay, laid her + finger on the identical Princess. Others followed her. Dozens were soon + flying with the torch: a new work immediately to be published from the pen + of the Duchess of Stars!—And the Princess who lends her title to the + book is a living portrait of the Princess of Highest Eminence, the Hope of + all Civilization.—Orders for copies of THE PRINCESS EGERIA reached + the astonished publishers before the book was advertized. + </p> + <p> + Speaking to editors, Redworth complimented them with friendly intimations + of the real authorship of the remarkable work appearing. He used a certain + penetrative mildness of tone in saying that 'he hoped the book would + succeed': it deserved to; it was original; but the originality might tell + against it. All would depend upon a favourable launching of such a book. + 'Mrs. Warwick? Mrs. Warwick?' said the most influential of editors, Mr. + Marcus Tonans; 'what! that singularly handsome woman?.. The Dannisburgh + affair?... She's Whitmonby's heroine. If she writes as cleverly as she + talks, her work is worth trumpeting.' He promised to see that it went into + good hands for the review, and a prompt review—an essential point; + none of your long digestions of the contents. + </p> + <p> + Diana's indefatigable friend had fair assurances that her book would be + noticed before it dropped dead to the public appetite for novelty. He was + anxious next, notwithstanding his admiration of the originality of the + conception and the cleverness of the writing, lest the Literary Reviews + should fail 'to do it justice': he used the term; for if they wounded her, + they would take the pleasure out of success; and he had always present to + him that picture of the beloved woman kneeling at the fire-grate at The + Crossways, which made the thought of her suffering any wound his personal + anguish, so crucially sweet and saintly had her image then been stamped on + him. He bethought him, in consequence, while sitting in the House of + Commons; engaged upon the affairs of the nation, and honestly engaged, for + he was a vigilant worker—that the Irish Secretary, Charles Raiser, + with whom he stood in amicable relations, had an interest, to the extent + of reputed ownership, in the chief of the Literary Reviews. He saw Raiser + on the benches, and marked him to speak for him. Looking for him shortly + afterward, the man was gone. 'Off to the Opera, if he's not too late for + the drop,' a neighbour said, smiling queerly, as though he ought to know; + and then Redworth recollected current stories of Raiser's fantastical + devotion to the popular prima donna of the angelical voice.—He + hurried to the Opera and met the vomit, and heard in the crushroom how + divine she had been that night. A fellow member of the House, tolerably + intimate with Raiser, informed him, between frightful stomachic roulades + of her final aria, of the likeliest place where Raiser might be found when + the Opera was over: not at his Club, nor at his chambers: on one of the + bridges—Westminster, he fancied. + </p> + <p> + There was no need for Redworth to run hunting the man at so late an hour, + but he was drawn on by the similarity in dissimilarity of this devotee of + a woman, who could worship her at a distance, and talk of her to + everybody. Not till he beheld Raiser's tall figure cutting the + bridge-parapet, with a star over his shoulder, did he reflect on the views + the other might entertain of the nocturnal solicitation to see 'justice + done' to a lady's new book in a particular Review, and the absurd outside + of the request was immediately smothered by the natural simplicity and + pressing necessity of its inside. + </p> + <p> + He crossed the road and said, 'Ah?' in recognition. 'Were you at the Opera + this evening?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, just at the end,' said Raiser, pacing forward. 'It's a fine night. + Did you hear her?' + </p> + <p> + 'No; too late.' + </p> + <p> + Raiser pressed ahead, to meditate by himself, as was his wont. Finding + Redworth beside him, he monologuized in his depths: 'They'll kill her. She + puts her soul into it, gives her blood. There 's no failing of the voice. + You see how it wears her. She's doomed. Half a year's rest on Como ... + somewhere... she might be saved! She won't refuse to work.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have you spoken to her?' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'And next to Berlin! Vienna! A horse would be.... + </p> + <p> + I? I don't know her,' Raiser replied. 'Some of their women stand it. She's + delicately built. You can't treat a lute like a drum without destroying + the instrument. We look on at a murder!' + </p> + <p> + The haggard prospect from that step of the climax checked his delivery. + </p> + <p> + Redworth knew him to be a sober man in office, a man with a head for + statecraft: he had made a weighty speech in the House a couple of hours + back. This Opera cantatrice, no beauty, though gentle, thrilling, winning, + was his corner of romance. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you come here often?' he asked. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, I can't sleep.' + </p> + <p> + 'London at night, from the bridge, looks fine. By the way...' + </p> + <p> + 'It 's lonely here, that's the advantage,' said Rainer; 'I keep silver in + my pocket for poor girls going to their homes, and I'm left in peace. An + hour later, there's the dawn down yonder.' + </p> + <p> + 'By the way,' Redworth interposed, and was told that after these nights of + her singing she never slept till morning. He swallowed the fact, + sympathized, and resumed: 'I want a small favour.' + </p> + <p> + 'No business here, please!' + </p> + <p> + 'Not a bit of it. You know Mrs. Warwick.... You know of her. She 's + publishing a book. I want you to use your influence to get it noticed + quickly, if you can.' + </p> + <p> + 'Warwick? Oh, yes, a handsome woman. Ah, yes; the Dannisburgh affair, yes. + What did I hear!—They say she 's thick with Percy Dacier at present. + Who was talking of her! Yes, old Lady Dacier. So she 's a friend of + yours?' + </p> + <p> + 'She's an old friend,' said Redworth, composing himself; for the dose he + had taken was not of the sweetest, and no protestations could be uttered + by a man of the world to repel a charge of tattlers. 'The truth is, her + book is clever. I have read the proofs. She must have an income, and she + won't apply to her husband, and literature should help her, if she 's + fairly treated. She 's Irish by descent; Merion's daughter, witty as her + father. It's odd you haven't met her. The mere writing of the book is + extraordinarily good. If it 's put into capable hands for review! that's + all it requires. And full of life... bright dialogue.. capital sketches. + The book's a piece of literature. Only it must have competent critics!' + </p> + <p> + So he talked while Rainer ejaculated: 'Warwick? Warwick?' in the + irritating tone of dozens of others. 'What did I hear of her husband? He + has a post.... Yes, yes. Some one said the verdict in that case knocked + him over—heart disease, or something.' + </p> + <p> + He glanced at the dark Thames water. 'Take my word for it, the groves of + Academe won't compare with one of our bridges at night, if you seek + philosophy. You see the London above and the London below: round us the + sleepy city, and the stars in the water looking like souls of suicides. I + caught a girl with a bad fit on her once. I had to lecture her! It's when + we become parsons we find out our cousinship with these poor peripatetics, + whose “last philosophy” is a jump across the parapet. The bridge at night + is a bath for a public man. But choose another; leave me mine.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth took the hint. He stated the title of Mrs. Warwick's book, and + imagined from the thoughtful cast of Rainer's head, that he was impressing + THE PRINCESS EGERIA On his memory. + </p> + <p> + Rainer burst out, with clenched fists: 'He beats her! The fellow lives on + her and beats her; strikes that woman! He drags her about to every Capital + in Europe to make money for him, and the scoundrel pays her with blows.' + </p> + <p> + In the course of a heavy tirade against the scoundrel, Redworth + apprehended that it was the cantatrice's husband. He expressed his horror + and regret; paused, and named THE PRINCESS EGERIA and a certain Critical + Review. Another outburst seemed to be in preparation. Nothing further was + to be done for the book at that hour. So, with a blunt 'Good night,' he + left Charles Rainer pacing, and thought on his walk home of the strange + effects wrought by women unwittingly upon men (Englishmen); those women, + or some of them, as little knowing it as the moon her traditional + influence upon the tides. He thought of Percy Dacier too. In his bed he + could have wished himself peregrinating a bridge. + </p> + <p> + The PRINCESS EGERIA appeared, with the reviews at her heels, a pack of + clappers, causing her to fly over editions clean as a doe the gates and + hedges—to quote Mr. Sullivan Smith, who knew not a sentence of the + work save what he gathered of it from Redworth, at their chance meeting on + Piccadilly pavement, and then immediately he knew enough to blow his + huntsman's horn in honour of the sale. His hallali rang high. 'Here's + another Irish girl to win their laurels! 'Tis one of the blazing + successes. A most enthralling work, beautifully composed. And where is she + now, Mr. Redworth, since she broke away from that husband of hers, that + wears the clothes of the worst tailor ever begotten by a thread on a + needle, as I tell every soul of 'em in my part of the country?' + </p> + <p> + 'You have seen him?' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Why, sir, wasn't he on show at the Court he applied to for relief and + damages? as we heard when we were watching the case daily, scarce drawing + our breath for fear the innocent—and one of our own blood, would be + crushed. Sure, there he stood; ay, and looking the very donkey for a woman + to flip off her fingers, like the dust from my great uncle's prise of + snuff! She's a glory to the old country. And better you than another, I'd + say, since it wasn't an Irishman to have her: but what induced the dear + lady to take him, is the question we 're all of us asking! And it's + mournful to think that somehow you contrive to get the pick of us in the + girls! If ever we 're united, 'twill be by a trick of circumvention of + that sort, pretty sure. There's a turn in the market when they shut their + eyes and drop to the handiest: and London's a vortex that poor dear dull + old Dublin can't compete with. I 'll beg you for the address of the lady + her friend, Lady Dunstane.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sullivan Smith walked with Redworth through the park to the House of + Commons, discoursing of Rails and his excellent old friend's rise to the + top rung of the ladder and Beanstalk land, so elevated that one had to + look up at him with watery eyes, as if one had flung a ball at the + meridian sun. Arrived at famed St. Stephen's, he sent in his compliments + to the noble patriot and accepted an invitation to dinner. + </p> + <p> + 'And mind you read THE PRINCESS EGERIA,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Again and again, my friend. The book is bought.' Sullivan Smith slapped + his breastpocket. + </p> + <p> + 'There's a bit of Erin in it.' + </p> + <p> + 'It sprouts from Erin.' + </p> + <p> + 'Trumpet it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Loud as cavalry to the charge!' + </p> + <p> + Once with the title stamped on his memory, the zealous Irishman might be + trusted to become an ambulant advertizer. Others, personal friends, + adherents, courtiers of Redworth's, were active. Lady Pennon and Henry + Wilmers, in the upper circle; Whitmonby and Westlake, in the literary; + spread the fever for this new book. The chief interpreter of public + opinion caught the way of the wind and headed the gale. + </p> + <p> + Editions of the book did really run like fires in summer furze; and to + such an extent that a simple literary performance grew to be respected in + Great Britain, as representing Money. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0018" id="link2HCH0018"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XVIII. THE AUTHORESS + </h2> + <p> + The effect of a great success upon Diana, at her second literary venture, + was shown in the transparent sedateness of a letter she wrote to Emma + Dunstane, as much as in her immediate and complacent acceptance of the + magical change of her fortunes. She spoke one thing and acted another, but + did both with a lofty calm that deceived the admiring friend who clearly + saw the authoress behind her mask, and feared lest she should be too + confidently trusting to the powers of her pen to support an establishment. + </p> + <p> + 'If the public were a perfect instrument to strike on, I should be tempted + to take the wonderful success of my PRINCESS at her first appearance for a + proof of natural aptitude in composition, and might think myself the + genius. I know it to be as little a Stradivarius as I am a Paganini. It is + an eccentric machine, in tune with me for the moment, because I happen to + have hit it in the ringing spot. The book is a new face appealing to a + mirror of the common surface emotions; and the kitchen rather than the + dairy offers an analogy for the real value of that “top-skim.” I have not + seen what I consider good in the book once mentioned among the laudatory + notices—except by your dear hand, my Emmy. Be sure I will stand on + guard against the “vaporous generalizations,” and other “tricks” you fear. + Now that you are studying Latin for an occupation—how good and wise + it was of Mr. Redworth to propose it!—I look upon you with awe as a + classic authority and critic. I wish I had leisure to study with you. What + I do is nothing like so solid and durable. + </p> + <p> + 'THE PRINCESS EGERIA' originally (I must have written word of it to you—I + remember the evening off Palermo!) was conceived as a sketch; by + gradations she grew into a sort of semi-Scudery romance, and swelled to + her present portliness. That was done by a great deal of piecing, not to + say puffing, of her frame. She would be healthier and have a chance of + living longer if she were reduced by a reversal of the processes. But how + would the judicious clippings and prickings affect our “pensive public”? + Now that I have furnished a house and have a fixed address, under the paws + of creditors, I feel I am in the wizard-circle of my popularity and + subscribe to its laws or waken to incubus and the desert. Have I been + rash? You do not pronounce. If I have bound myself to pipe as others + please, it need not be entirely; and I can promise you it shall not be; + but still I am sensible when I lift my “little quill” of having forced the + note of a woodland wren into the popular nightingale's—which may end + in the daw's, from straining; or worse, a toy-whistle. + </p> + <p> + 'That is, in the field of literature. Otherwise, within me deep, I am not + aware of any transmutation of the celestial into coined gold. I sound + myself, and ring clear. Incessant writing is my refuge, my solace—escape + out of the personal net. I delight in it, as in my early morning walks at + Lugano, when I went threading the streets and by the lake away to “the + heavenly mount,” like a dim idea worming upward in a sleepy head to bright + wakefulness. + </p> + <p> + 'My anonymous critic, of whom I told you, is intoxicating with eulogy. The + signature “Apollonius” appears to be of literary-middle indication. He + marks passages approved by you. I have also had a complimentary letter + from Mr. Dacier: + </p> + <p> + 'For an instance of this delight I have in writing, so strong is it that I + can read pages I have written, and tear the stuff to strips (I did + yesterday), and resume, as if nothing had happened. The waves within are + ready for any displacement. That must be a good sign. I do not doubt of + excelling my PRINCESS; and if she received compliments, the next may hope + for more. Consider, too, the novel pleasure of earning money by the labour + we delight in. It is an answer to your question whether I am happy. Yes, + as the savage islander before the ship entered the bay with the + fire-water. My blood is wine, and I have the slumbers of an infant. I + dream, wake, forget my dream, barely dress before the pen is galloping; + barely breakfast; no toilette till noon. A savage in good sooth! You see, + my Emmy, I could not house with the “companionable person” you hint at. + The poles can never come together till the earth is crushed. She would + find my habits intolerable, and I hers contemptible, though we might both + be companionable persons. My dear, I could not even live with myself. My + blessed little quill, which helps me divinely to live out of myself, is + and must continue to be my one companion. It is my mountain height, + morning light, wings, cup from the springs, my horse, my goal, my lancet + and replenisher, my key of communication with the highest, grandest, + holiest between earth and heaven-the vital air connecting them. + </p> + <p> + 'In justice let me add that I have not been troubled by hearing of any of + the mysterious legal claims, et caetera. I am sorry to hear bad reports of + health. I wish him entire felicity—no step taken to bridge division! + The thought of it makes me tigrish. + </p> + <p> + 'A new pianist playing his own pieces (at Lady Singleby's concert) has + given me exquisite pleasure' and set me composing songs—not to his + music, which could be rendered only by sylphs moving to “soft recorders” + in the humour of wildness, languor, bewitching caprices, giving a new + sense to melody. How I wish you had been with me to hear him! It was the + most AEolian thing ever caught from a night-breeze by the soul of a poet. + </p> + <p> + 'But do not suppose me having headlong tendencies to the melting mood. + (The above, by the way, is a Pole settled in Paris, and he is to be + introduced to me at Lady Pennon's.)—What do you say to my being + invited by Mr. Whitmonby to aid him in writing leading articles for the + paper he is going to conduct! “write as you talk and it will do,” he says. + I am choosing my themes. To write—of politics—as I talk, seems + to me like an effort to jump away from my shadow. The black dog of + consciousness declines to be shaken off. If some one commanded me to talk + as I write! I suspect it would be a way of winding me up to a sharp + critical pitch rapidly. + </p> + <p> + 'Not good news of Lord D. I have had messages. Mr. Dacier conceals his + alarm. The PRINCESS gave great gratification. She did me her best service + there. Is it not cruel that the interdict of the censor should force me to + depend for information upon such scraps as I get from a gentleman passing + my habitation on his way to the House? And he is not, he never has been, + sympathetic in that direction. He sees my grief, and assumes an + undertakerly air, with some notion of acting in concert, one supposes + little imagining how I revolt from that crape-hatband formalism of sorrow! + </p> + <p> + 'One word of her we call our inner I. I am not drawing upon her resources + for my daily needs; not wasting her at all, I trust; certainly not walling + her up, to deafen her voice. It would be to fall away from you. She bids + me sign myself, my beloved, ever, ever your Tony.' + </p> + <p> + The letter had every outward show of sincereness in expression, and was + endowed to wear that appearance by the writer's impulse to protest with so + resolute a vigour as to delude herself. Lady Dunstane heard of Mr. + Dacier's novel attendance at concerts. The world made a note of it; for + the gentleman was notoriously without ear for music. + </p> + <p> + Diana's comparison of her hours of incessant writing to her walks under + the dawn at Lugano, her boast of the similarity of her delight in both, + deluded her uncorrupted conscience to believe that she was now spiritually + as free: as in that fair season of the new spring in her veins. She, was + not an investigating physician, nor was Lady Dunstane, otherwise they + would have examined the material points of her conduct—indicators of + the spiritual secret always. What are the patient's acts? The patient's, + mind was projected too far beyond them to see the fore finger they + stretched at her; and the friend's was not that of a prying doctor on the + look out for betraying symptoms. Lady Dunstane did ask herself why Tony + should have incurred the burden of a costly household—a very costly: + Sir Lukin had been at one of Tony's little' dinners: but her wish to meet + the world on equal terms, after a long dependency, accounted for it in + seeming to excuse. The guests on the occasion were Lady Pennon. Lady + Singleby, Mr. Whitmonby, Mr. Percy Dacier, Mr. Tonans;—'Some other + woman,' Sir Lukin said, and himself. He reported the cookery as matching + the conversation, and that was princely; the wines not less—an + extraordinary fact to note of a woman. But to hear Whitmonby and Diana + Warwick! How he told a story, neat as a postman's knock, and she tipped it + with a remark and ran to a second, drawing in Lady Pennon, and then + Dacier, 'and me!' cried Sir Lukin; 'she made us all toss the ball from + hand to hand, and all talk up to the mark; and none of us noticed that we + all went together to the drawing-room, where we talked for another hour, + and broke up fresher than we began.' + </p> + <p> + 'That break between the men and the women after dinner was Tony's + aversion, and I am glad she has instituted a change,' said Lady Dunstane. + </p> + <p> + She heard also from Redworth of the unexampled concert of the guests at + Mrs. Warwick's dinner parties. He had met on one occasion the Esquarts, + the Pettigrews, Mr. Percy Dacier, and a Miss Paynham. Redworth had not a + word to say of the expensive household. Whatever Mrs. Warwick did was + evidently good to him. On another evening the party was composed of Lady + Pennon, Lord Larrian, Miss Paynham, a clever Mrs. Wollasley, Mr. Henry + Wilmers, and again Mr. Percy Dacier. + </p> + <p> + When Diana came to Copsley, Lady Dunstane remarked on the recurrence of + the name of Miss Paynham in the list of her guests. + </p> + <p> + 'And Mr. Percy Dacier's too,' said Diana, smiling. 'They are invited each + for specific reasons. It pleases Lord Dannisburgh to hear that a way has + been found to enliven his nephew; and my little dinners are effective, I + think. He wakes. Yesterday evening he capped flying jests with Mr. + Sullivan Smith. But you speak of Miss. Paynham.' Diana lowered her voice + on half a dozen syllables, till the half-tones dropped into her steady + look. 'You approve, Emmy?' + </p> + <p> + The answer was: 'I do—true or not.' + </p> + <p> + 'Between us two, dear, I fear!... In either case, she has been badly used. + Society is big engine enough to protect itself. I incline with British + juries to do rough justice to the victims. She has neither father nor + brother. I have had no confidences: but it wears the look of a cowardly + business. With two words in his ear, I could arm an Irishman to do some + work of chastisement: he would select the rascal's necktie for a cause of + quarrel and lords have to stand their ground as well as commoners. They + measure the same number of feet when stretched their length. However, + vengeance with the heavens! though they seem tardy. Lady Pennon has been + very kind about it; and the Esquarts invite her to Lockton. Shoulder to + shoulder, the tide may be stemmed.' + </p> + <p> + 'She would have gone under, but for you, dear Tony!' said Emma' folding + arms round her darling's neck anal kissing her. 'Bring her here some day.' + </p> + <p> + Diana did not promise it. She had her vision of Sir Lukin in his fit of + lunacy. + </p> + <p> + 'I am too weak for London now,' Emma resumed. 'I should like to be useful. + Is she pleasant?' + </p> + <p> + 'Sprightly by nature. She has worn herself with fretting.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then bring her to stay with me, if I cannot keep you. She will talk of + you to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will bring her for a couple of days,' Diana said. 'I am too busy to + remain longer. She paints portraits to amuse herself. She ought to be + pushed, wherever she is received about London, while the season is warm. + One season will suffice to establish her. She is pretty, near upon six and + twenty: foolish, of course:—she pays for having had a romantic head. + Heavy payment, Emmy! I drive at laws, but hers is an instance of the + creatures wanting simple human kindness.' + </p> + <p> + 'The good law will come with a better civilization; but before society can + be civilized it has to be debarbarized,' Emma remarked, and Diana sighed + over the task and the truism. + </p> + <p> + I should have said in younger days, because it will not look plainly on + our nature and try to reconcile it with our conditions. But now I see that + the sin is cowardice. The more I know of the world the more clearly I + perceive that its top and bottom sin is cowardice, physically and morally + alike. Lord Larrian owns to there being few heroes in an army. We must + fawn in society. What is the meaning of that dread of one example of + tolerance? O my dear! let us give it the right name. Society is the best + thing we have, but it is a crazy vessel worked by a crew that formerly + practised piracy, and now, in expiation, professes piety, fearful of a + discovered Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves and captain. + Their old habits are not quite abandoned, and their new one is used as a + lash to whip the exposed of us for a propitiation of the capricious + potentate whom they worship in the place of the true God.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane sniffed. 'I smell the leading article.' + </p> + <p> + Diana joined with her smile, 'No, the style is rather different.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have you not got into a trick of composing in speaking, at times?' + </p> + <p> + Diana confessed, 'I think I have at times. Perhaps the daily writing of + all kinds and the nightly talking... I may be getting strained.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, Tony; but longer visits in the country to me would refresh you. I + miss your lighter touches. London is a school, but, you know it, not a + school for comedy nor for philosophy; that is gathered on my hills, with + London distantly in view, and then occasional descents on it well + digested.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wonder whether it is affecting me!' said Diana, musing. 'A metropolitan + hack! and while thinking myself free, thrice harnessed; and all my fun + gone. Am I really as dull as a tract, my dear? I must be, or I should be + proving the contrary instead of asking. My pitfall is to fancy I have + powers equal to the first look-out of the eyes of the morning. Enough of + me. We talked of Mary Paynham. If only some right good man would marry + her!' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane guessed at the right good man in Diana's mind. 'Do you bring + them together?' + </p> + <p> + Diana nodded, and then shook doleful negatives to signify no hope. + </p> + <p> + 'None whatever—if we mean the same person,' said Lady Dunstane, + bethinking her, in the spirit of wrath she felt at such a scheme being + planned by Diana to snare the right good man, that instead of her own true + lover Redworth, it might be only Percy Dacier. So filmy of mere sensations + are these little ideas as they flit in converse, that she did not reflect + on her friend's ignorance of Redworth's love of her, or on the unlikely + choice of one in Dacier's high station to reinstate a damsel. + </p> + <p> + They did not name the person. + </p> + <p> + 'Passing the instance, which is cruel, I will be just to society thus + far,' said Diana. 'I was in a boat at Richmond last week, and Leander was + revelling along the mud-banks, and took it into his head to swim out to + me, and I was moved to take him on board. The ladies in the boat objected, + for he was not only wet but very muddy. I was forced to own that their + objections were reasonable. My sentimental humaneness had no argument + against muslin dresses, though my dear dog's eyes appealed pathetically, + and he would keep swimming after us. The analogy excuses the world for + protecting itself in extreme cases; nothing, nothing excuses its + insensibility to cases which may be pleaded. You see the pirate crew + turned pious-ferocious in sanctity.' She added, half laughing: 'I am + reminded by the boat, I have unveiled my anonymous critic, and had a + woeful disappointment. He wrote like a veteran; he is not much more than a + boy. I received a volume of verse, and a few lines begging my acceptance. + I fancied I knew the writing, and wrote asking him whether I had not to + thank him, and inviting him to call. He seems a nice lad of about two and + twenty, mad for literature; and he must have talent. Arthur Rhodes by + name. I may have a chance of helping him. He was an articled clerk of Mr. + Braddock's, the same who valiantly came to my rescue once. He was with us + in the boat.' + </p> + <p> + 'Bring him to me some day,' said Lady Dunstane. + </p> + <p> + Miss Paynham's visit to Copsley was arranged, and it turned out a failure. + The poor young lady came in a flutter, thinking that the friend of Mrs. + Warwick would expect her to discourse cleverly. She attempted it, to + Diana's amazement. Lady Dunstane's opposingly corresponding stillness + provoked Miss Paynham to expatiate, for she had sprightliness and some + mental reserves of the common order. Clearly, Lady Dunstane mused while + listening amiably, Tony never could have designed this gabbler for the + mate of Thomas Redworth! + </p> + <p> + Percy Dacier seemed to her the more likely one, in that light, and she + thought so still, after Sir Lukin had introduced him at Copsley for a + couple of days of the hunting season. Tony's manner with him suggested it; + she had a dash of leadership. They were not intimate in look or tongue. + </p> + <p> + But Percy Dacier also was too good for Miss Paynham, if that was Tony's + plan for him, Lady Dunstane thought, with the relentlessness of an invalid + and recluse's distaste. An aspect of penitence she had not demanded, but + the silly gabbier under a stigma she could not pardon. + </p> + <p> + Her opinion of Miss Paynham was diffused in her silence. + </p> + <p> + Speaking of Mr. Dacier, she remarked, 'As you say of him, Tony, he can + brighten, and when you give him a chance he is entertaining. He has fine + gifts. If I were a member of his family I should beat about for a match + for him. He strikes me as one of the young men who would do better + married.' + </p> + <p> + 'He is doing very well, but the wonder is that he doesn't marry,' said + Diana. 'He ought to be engaged. Lady Esquart told me that he was. A Miss + Asper—great heiress; and the Daciers want money. However, there it + is.' + </p> + <p> + Not many weeks later Diana could not have spoken of Mr. Percy Dacier with + this air of indifference without corruption of her inward guide. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0019" id="link2HCH0019"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XIX. A DRIVE IN SUNLIGHT AND A DRIVE IN MOONLIGHT + </h2> + <h3> + The fatal time to come for her was in the Summer of that year. + </h3> + <p> + Emma had written her a letter of unwonted bright spirits, contrasting + strangely with an inexplicable oppression of her own that led her to + imagine her recent placid life the pause before thunder, and to sharp the + mood of her solitary friend she flew to Copsley, finding Sir Lukin absent, + as usual. They drove out immediately after breakfast, on one of those high + mornings of the bared bosom of June when distances are given to our eyes, + and a soft air fondles leaf and grass-blade, and beauty and peace are + overhead, reflected, if we will. Rain had fallen in the night. Here and + there hung a milk-white cloud with folded sail. The South-west left it in + its bay of blue, and breathed below. At moments the fresh scent of herb + and mould swung richly in warmth. The young beech-leaves glittered, pools + of rain-water made the roadways laugh, the grass-banks under hedges rolled + their interwoven weeds in cascades of many-shaded green to right and left + of the pair of dappled ponies, and a squirrel crossed ahead, a lark went + up a little way to ease his heart, closing his wings when the burst was + over, startled black-birds, darting with a clamour like a broken cockcrow, + looped the wayside woods from hazel to oak-scrub; short flights, quick + spirts everywhere, steady sunshine above. + </p> + <p> + Diana held the reins. The whip was an ornament, as the plume of feathers + to the general officer. Lady Dunstane's ponies were a present from + Redworth, who always chose the pick of the land for his gifts. They joyed + in their trot, and were the very love-birds of the breed for their + pleasure of going together, so like that Diana called them the Dromios. + Through an old gravel-cutting a gateway led to the turf of the down, + springy turf bordered on a long line, clear as a racecourse, by golden + gorse covers, and leftward over the gorse the dark ridge of the fir and + heath country ran companionably to the Southwest, the valley between, with + undulations of wood and meadow sunned or shaded, clumps, mounds, + promontories, away to broad spaces of tillage banked by wooded hills, and + dimmer beyond and farther, the faintest shadowiness of heights, as a veil + to the illimitable. Yews, junipers, radiant beeches, and gleams of the + service-tree or the white-beam spotted the semicircle of swelling green + Down black and silver. The sun in the valley sharpened his beams on + squares of buttercups, and made a pond a diamond. + </p> + <p> + 'You see, Tony,' Emma said, for a comment on the scene, 'I could envy + Italy for having you, more than you for being in Italy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Feature and colour!' said Diana. 'You have them here, and on a scale that + one can embrace. I should like to build a hut on this point, and wait for + such a day to return. It brings me to life.' She lifted her eyelids on her + friend's worn sweet face, and knowing her this friend up to death, past it + in her hopes, she said bravely, 'It is the Emma of days and scenes to me! + It helps me to forget myself, as I do when I think of you, dearest; but + the subject has latterly been haunting me, I don't know why, and + ominously, as if my nature were about to horrify my soul. But I am not + sentimentalizing, you are really this day and scene in my heart.' + </p> + <p> + Emma smiled confidingly. She spoke her reflection: 'The heart must be + troubled a little to have the thought. The flower I gather here tells me + that we may be happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept + beauty. I won't say expel the passions, but keep passion sober, a trotter + in harness.' + </p> + <p> + Diana caressed the ponies' heads with the droop of her whip: 'I don't + think I know him!' she said. + </p> + <p> + Between sincerity and a suspicion so cloaked and dull that she did not + feel it to be the opposite of candour, she fancied she was passionless + because she could accept the visible beauty, which was Emma's prescription + and test; and she forced herself to make much of it, cling to it, devour + it; with envy of Emma's contemplative happiness, through whose grave mind + she tried to get to the peace in it, imagining that she succeeded. The + cloaked and dull suspicion weighed within her nevertheless. She took it + for a mania to speculate on herself. There are states of the crimson blood + when the keenest wits are childish, notably in great-hearted women aiming + at the majesty of their sex and fearful of confounding it by the look + direct and the downright word. Yet her nature compelled her inwardly to + phrase the sentence: 'Emma is a wife!' The character of her husband was + not considered, nor was the meaning of the exclamation pursued. + </p> + <p> + They drove through the gorse into wild land of heath and flowering + hawthorn, and along by tracts of yew and juniper to another point, jutting + on a furzy sand-mound, rich with the mild splendour of English scenery, + which Emma stamped on her friend's mind by saying: 'A cripple has little + to envy in you who can fly when she has feasts like these at her doors.' + </p> + <p> + They had an inclination to boast on the drive home of the solitude they + had enjoyed; and just then, as the road in the wood wound under great + beeches, they beheld a London hat. The hat was plucked from its head. A + clear-faced youth, rather flushed, dusty at the legs, addressed Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Rhodes!' she said, not discouragingly. + </p> + <p> + She was petitioned to excuse him; he thought she would wish to hear the + news in town last night as early as possible; he hesitated and murmured + it. + </p> + <p> + Diana turned to Emma: 'Lord Dannisburgh!' her paleness told the rest. + </p> + <p> + Hearing from Mr. Rhodes that he had walked the distance from town, and had + been to Copsley, Lady Dunstane invited him to follow the pony-carriage + thither, where he was fed and refreshed by a tea-breakfast, as he + preferred walking on tea, he said. 'I took the liberty to call at Mrs. + Warwick's house,' he informed her; 'the footman said she was at Copsley. I + found it on the map—I knew the directions—and started about + two in the morning. I wanted a walk.' + </p> + <p> + It was evident to her that he was one of the young squires bewitched whom + beautiful women are constantly enlisting. There was no concealment of it, + though he stirred a sad enviousness in the invalid lady by descanting on + the raptures of a walk out of London in the youngest light of day, and on + the common objects he had noticed along the roadside, and through the + woods, more sustaining, closer with nature than her compulsory feeding on + the cream of things. + </p> + <p> + 'You are not fatigued?' she inquired, hoping for that confession at least; + but she pardoned his boyish vaunting to walk the distance back without any + fatigue at all. + </p> + <p> + He had a sweeter reward for his pains; and if the business of the + chronicler allowed him to become attached to pure throbbing felicity + wherever it is encountered, he might be diverted by the blissful + unexpectedness of good fortune befalling Mr. Arthur Rhodes in having the + honour to conduct Mrs. Warwick to town. No imagined happiness, even in the + heart of a young man of two and twenty, could have matched it. He was by + her side, hearing and seeing her, not less than four hours. To add to his + happiness, Lady Dunstane said she would be glad to welcome him again. She + thought him a pleasant specimen of the self-vowed squire. + </p> + <p> + Diana was sure that there would be a communication for her of some sort at + her house in London; perhaps a message of farewell from the dying lord, + now dead. Mr. Rhodes had only the news of the evening journals, to the + effect that Lord Dannisburgh had expired at his residence, the Priory, + Hallowmere, in Hampshire. A message of farewell from him, she hoped for: + knowing him as she did, it seemed a certainty; and she hungered for that + last gleam of life in her friend. She had no anticipation of the burden of + the message awaiting her. + </p> + <p> + A consultation as to the despatching of the message, had taken place among + the members of Lord Dannisburgh's family present at his death. Percy + Dacier was one of them, and he settled the disputed point, after some time + had been spent in persuading his father to take the plain view of + obligation in the matter, and in opposing the dowager countess, his + grandmother, by stating that he had already sent a special messenger to + London. Lord Dannisburgh on his death-bed had expressed a wish that Mrs. + Warwick would sit with him for an hour one night before the nails were + knocked in his coffin. He spoke of it twice, putting it the second time to + Percy as a formal request to be made to her, and Percy had promised him + that Mrs. Warwick should have the message. He had done his best to keep + his pledge, aware of the disrelish of the whole family for the lady's + name, to say nothing of her presence. + </p> + <p> + 'She won't come,' said the earl. + </p> + <p> + 'She'll come,' said old Lady Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'If the woman respects herself she'll hold off it,' the earl insisted + because of his desire that way. He signified in mutterings that the thing + was improper and absurd, a piece of sentiment, sickly senility, unlike + Lord Dannisburgh. Also that Percy had been guilty of excessive folly. + </p> + <p> + To which Lady Dacier nodded her assent, remarking, 'The woman is on her + mettle. From what I've heard of her, she's not a woman to stick at + trifles. She'll take it as a sort of ordeal by touch, and she 'll come.' + </p> + <p> + They joined in abusing Percy, who had driven away to another part of the + country. Lord Creedmore, the heir of the house, was absent, hunting in + America, or he might temporarily have been taken into favour by contrast. + Ultimately they agreed that the woman must be allowed to enter the house, + but could not be received. The earl was a widower; his mother managed the + family, and being hard to convince, she customarily carried her point, + save when it involved Percy's freedom of action. She was one of the + veterans of her sex that age to toughness; and the 'hysterical fuss' she + apprehended in the visit of this woman to Lord Dannisburgh's death-bed and + body, did not alarm her. For the sake of the household she determined to + remain, shut up in her room. Before night the house was empty of any + members of the family excepting old Lady Dacier and the outstretched + figure on the bed. + </p> + <p> + Dacier fled to escape the hearing of the numberless ejaculations + re-awakened in the family by his uncle's extraordinary dying request. They + were an outrage to the lady, of whom he could now speak as a privileged + champion; and the request itself had an air of proving her stainless, a + white soul and efficacious advocate at the celestial gates (reading the + mind of the dying man). So he thought at one moment: he had thought so + when charged with the message to her; had even thought it a natural wish + that she should look once on the face she would see no more, and say + farewell to it, considering that in life it could not be requested. But + the susceptibility to sentimental emotion beside a death-bed, with a dying + man's voice in the ear, requires fortification if it is to be maintained;' + and the review of his uncle's character did not tend to make this very + singular request a proof that the lady's innocence was honoured in it. His + epicurean uncle had no profound esteem for the kind of innocence. He had + always talked of Mrs. Warwick—with warm respect for her: Dacier knew + that he had bequeathed her a sum of money. The inferences were either way. + Lord Dannisburgh never spoke evilly of any woman, and he was perhaps bound + to indemnify her materially as well as he could for what she had suffered.—On + the other hand, how easy it was to be the dupe of a woman so handsome and + clever.—Unlikely too that his uncle would consent to sit at the + Platonic banquet with her.—Judging by himself, Dacier deemed it + possible for man. He was not quick to kindle, and had lately seen much of + her, had found her a Lady Egeria, helpful in counsel, prompting, + inspiriting, reviving as well-waters, and as temperately cool: not one + sign of native slipperiness. Nor did she stir the mud in him upon which + proud man is built. The shadow of the scandal had checked a few shifty + sensations rising now and then of their own accord, and had laid them, + with the lady's benign connivance. This was good proof in her favour, + seeing that she must have perceived of late the besetting thirst he had + for her company; and alone or in the medley equally. To see her, hear, + exchange ideas with her; and to talk of new books, try to listen to music + at the opera and at concerts, and admire her playing of hostess, were + novel pleasures, giving him fresh notions of life, and strengthening + rather than disturbing the course of his life's business. + </p> + <p> + At any rate, she was capable of friendship. Why not resolutely believe + that she had been his uncle's true and simple friend! He adopted the + resolution, thanking her for one recognized fact:—he hated marriage, + and would by this time have been in the yoke, but for the agreeable + deviation of his path to her society. Since his visit to Copsley, + moreover, Lady Dunstane's idolizing, of her friend had influenced him. + Reflecting on it, he recovered from the shock which his uncle's request + had caused. + </p> + <p> + Certain positive calculations were running side by side with the + speculations in vapour. His messenger would reach her house at about four + of the afternoon. If then at home, would she decide to start immediately?—Would + she come? That was a question he did not delay to answer. Would she defer + the visit? Death replied to that. She would not delay it. + </p> + <p> + She would be sure to come at once. And what of the welcome she would meet? + Leaving the station at London at six in the evening, she might arrive at + the Priory, all impediments counted, between ten and eleven at night. + Thence, coldly greeted, or not greeted, to the chamber of death. + </p> + <p> + A pitiable and cruel reception for a woman upon such a mission! + </p> + <p> + His mingled calculations and meditations reached that exclamatory terminus + in feeling, and settled on the picture of Diana, about as clear as light + to blinking eyes, but enough for him to realize her being there and alone, + woefully alone. The supposition of an absolute loneliness was most + possible. He had intended to drive back the next day, when the domestic + storm would be over, and take the chances of her coming. It seemed now a + piece of duty to return at night, a traverse of twenty rough up and down + miles from Itchenford to the heath-land rolling on the chalk wave of the + Surrey borders, easily done after the remonstrances of his host were + stopped. + </p> + <p> + Dacier sat in an open carriage, facing a slip of bright moon. Poetical + impressions, emotions, any stirrings of his mind by the sensational stamp + on it, were new to him, and while he swam in them, both lulled and pricked + by his novel accessibility to nature's lyrical touch, he asked himself + whether, if he were near the throes of death, the thought of having Diana + Warwick to sit beside his vacant semblance for an hour at night would be + comforting. And why had his uncle specified an hour of the night? It was a + sentiment, like the request: curious in a man so little sentimental. + Yonder crescent running the shadowy round of the hoop roused comparisons. + Would one really wish to have her beside one in death? In life—ah! + But suppose her denied to us in life. Then the desire for her + companionship appears passingly comprehensible. Enter into the sentiment, + you see that the hour of darkness is naturally chosen. And would even a + grand old Pagan crave the presence beside his dead body for an hour of the + night of a woman he did not esteem? Dacier answered no. The negative was + not echoed in his mind. He repeated it, and to the same deadness. + </p> + <p> + He became aware that he had spoken for himself, and he had a fit of + sourness. For who can say he is not a fool before he has been tried by a + woman! Dacier's wretched tendency under vexation to conceive grotesque + analogies, anti-poetic, not to say cockney similes, which had slightly + chilled Diana at Rovio, set him looking at yonder crescent with the hoop, + as at the shape of a white cat climbing a wheel. Men of the northern blood + will sometimes lend their assent to poetical images, even to those that do + not stun the mind lie bludgeons and imperatively, by much repetition, + command their assent; and it is for a solid exchange and interest in usury + with soft poetical creatures when they are so condescending; but they are + seized by the grotesque. In spite of efforts to efface or supplant it, he + saw the white cat, nothing else, even to thinking that she had jumped + cleverly to catch the wheel. He was a true descendant of practical + hard-grained fighting Northerners, of gnarled dwarf imaginations, + chivalrous though they were, and heroes to have serviceable and valiant + gentlemen for issue. Without at all tracing back to its origin his + detestable image of the white cat on the dead circle, he kicked at the + links between his uncle and Diana Warwick, whatever they had been; + particularly at the present revival of them. Old Lady Dacier's blunt + speech, and his father's fixed opinion, hissed in his head. + </p> + <p> + They were ignorant of his autumnal visit to the Italian Lakes, after the + winter's Nile-boat expedition; and also of the degree of his recent + intimacy with Mrs. Warwick; or else, as he knew, he would have heard more + hissing things. Her patronage of Miss Paynham exposed her to attacks where + she was deemed vulnerable; Lady Dacier muttered old saws as to the + flocking of birds; he did not accurately understand it, thought it + indiscreet, at best. But in regard to his experience, he could tell + himself that a woman more guileless of luring never drew breath. On the + contrary, candour said it had always been he who had schemed and pressed + for the meeting. He was at liberty to do it, not being bound in honour + elsewhere. Besides, despite his acknowledgement of her beauty, Mrs. + Warwick was not quite his ideal of the perfectly beautiful woman. + </p> + <p> + Constance Asper came nearer to it. He had the English taste for red and + white, and for cold outlines: he secretly admired a statuesque demeanour + with a statue's eyes. The national approbation of a reserved haughtiness + in woman, a tempered disdain in her slightly lifted small upperlip and + drooped eyelids, was shared by him; and Constance Asper, if not exactly + aristocratic by birth, stood well for that aristocratic insular type, + which seems to promise the husband of it a casket of all the trusty + virtues, as well as the security of frigidity in the casket. Such was + Dacier's native taste; consequently the attractions of Diana Warwick for + him were, he thought, chiefly mental, those of a Lady Egeria. She might or + might not be good, in the vulgar sense. She was an agreeable woman, an + amusing companion, very suggestive, inciting, animating; and her past + history must be left as her own. Did it matter to him? What he saw was + bright, a silver crescent on the side of the shadowy ring. Were it a + question of marrying her!—That was out of the possibilities. He + remembered, moreover, having heard from a man, who professed to know, that + Mrs. Warwick had started in married life by treating her husband + cavalierly to an intolerable degree: 'Such as no Englishman could stand,' + the portly old informant thundered, describing it and her in racy + vernacular. She might be a devil of a wife. She was a pleasant friend; + just the soft bit sweeter than male friends which gave the flavour of sex + without the artful seductions. He required them strong to move him. + </p> + <p> + He looked at last on the green walls of the Priory, scarcely supposing a + fair watcher to be within; for the contrasting pale colours of dawn had + ceased to quicken the brilliancy of the crescent, and summer daylight + drowned it to fainter than a silver coin in water. It lay dispieced like a + pulled rag. Eastward, over Surrey, stood the full rose of morning. The + Priory clock struck four. When the summons of the bell had gained him + admittance, and he heard that Mrs. Warwick had come in the night, he + looked back through the doorway at the rosy colour, and congratulated + himself to think that her hour of watching was at an end. A sleepy footman + was his informant. Women were in my lord's dressing-room, he said. + Upstairs, at the death-chamber, Dacier paused. No sound came to him. He + hurried to his own room, paced about, and returned. Expecting to see no + one but the dead, he turned the handle, and the two circles of a shaded + lamp, on ceiling and on table, met his gaze. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0020" id="link2HCH0020"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XX. DIANA A NIGHT-WATCH IN THE CHAMBER OF DEATH + </h2> + <h3> + He stepped into the room, and thrilled to hear the quiet voice beside the + bed: 'Who is it?' + </h3> + <p> + Apologies and excuses were on his tongue. The vibration of those grave + tones checked them. + </p> + <p> + 'It is you,' she said. + </p> + <p> + She sat in shadow, her hands joined on her lap. An unopened book was under + the lamp. + </p> + <p> + He spoke in an underbreath: 'I have just come. I was not sure I should + find you here. Pardon.' + </p> + <p> + 'There is a chair.' + </p> + <p> + He murmured thanks and entered into the stillness, observing her. + </p> + <p> + 'You have been watching.... You must be tired.' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' + </p> + <p> + 'An hour was asked, only one.' + </p> + <p> + 'I could not leave him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Watchers are at hand to relieve you' + </p> + <p> + 'It is better for him to have me.' + </p> + <p> + The chord of her voice told him of the gulf she had sunk in during the + night. The thought of her endurance became a burden. + </p> + <p> + He let fall his breath for patience, and tapped the floor with his foot. + </p> + <p> + He feared to discompose her by speaking. The silence grew more fearful, as + the very speech of Death between them. + </p> + <p> + 'You came. I thought it right to let you know instantly. I hoped you would + come to-morrow.' + </p> + <p> + 'I could not delay.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have been sitting alone here since eleven!' + </p> + <p> + 'I have not found it long.' + </p> + <p> + 'You must want some refreshment... tea?' + </p> + <p> + 'I need nothing.' + </p> + <p> + 'It can be made ready in a few minutes.' + </p> + <p> + 'I could not eat or drink.' + </p> + <p> + He tried to brush away the impression of the tomb in the heavily-curtained + chamber by thinking of the summer-morn outside; he spoke of it, the rosy + sky, the dewy grass, the piping birds. She listened, as one hearing of a + quitted sphere. + </p> + <p> + Their breathing in common was just heard if either drew a deeper breath. + At moments his eyes wandered and shut. Alternately in his mind Death had + vaster meanings and doubtfuller; Life cowered under the shadow or outshone + it. He glanced from her to the figure in the bed, and she seemed + swallowed. + </p> + <p> + He said: 'It is time for you to have rest. You know your room. I will stay + till the servants are up.' + </p> + <p> + She replied: 'No, let this night with him be mine.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am not intruding...?' + </p> + <p> + 'If you wish to remain...' + </p> + <p> + No traces of weeping were on her face. The lampshade revealed it + colourless, and lustreless her eyes. She was robed in black. She held her + hands clasped. + </p> + <p> + 'You have not suffered?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, no.' + </p> + <p> + She said it without sighing: nor was her speech mournful, only brief. + </p> + <p> + 'You have seen death before?' + </p> + <p> + 'I sat by my father four nights. I was a girl then. I cried till I had no + more tears.' + </p> + <p> + He felt a burning pressure behind his eyeballs. + </p> + <p> + 'Death is natural,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'It is natural to the aged. When they die honoured...' + </p> + <p> + She looked where the dead man lay. 'To sit beside the young, cut off from + their dear opening life...!' A little shudder swept over her. 'Oh! that!' + </p> + <p> + 'You were very good to come. We must all thank you for fulfilling his + wish.' + </p> + <p> + 'He knew it would be my wish.' + </p> + <p> + Her hands pressed together. + </p> + <p> + 'He lies peacefully!' + </p> + <p> + 'I have raised the lamp on him, and wondered each time. So changeless he + lies. But so like a sleep that will wake. We never see peace but in the + features of the dead. Will you look? They are beautiful. They have a + heavenly sweetness.' + </p> + <p> + The desire to look was evidently recurrent with her. Dacier rose. + </p> + <p> + Their eyes fell together on the dead man, as thoughtfully as Death allows + to the creatures of sensation. + </p> + <p> + 'And after?' he said in low tones. + </p> + <p> + 'I trust to my Maker,' she replied. 'Do you see a change since he breathed + his last?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not any.' + </p> + <p> + 'You were with him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not in the room. Two minutes later.' + </p> + <p> + 'Who...?' + </p> + <p> + 'My father. His niece, Lady Cathairn.' + </p> + <p> + 'If our lives are lengthened we outlive most of those we would have to + close our eyes. He had a dear sister.' + </p> + <p> + 'She died some years back.' + </p> + <p> + 'I helped to comfort him for that loss.' + </p> + <p> + 'He told me you did.' + </p> + <p> + The lamp was replaced on the table. + </p> + <p> + 'For a moment, when I withdraw the light from him, I feel sadness. As if + the light we lend to anything were of value to him now!' + </p> + <p> + She bowed her head deeply. Dacier left her meditation undisturbed. The + birds on the walls outside were audible, tweeting, chirping. + </p> + <p> + He went to the window-curtains and tried the shutter-bars. It seemed to + him that daylight would be cheerfuller for her. He had a thirst to behold + her standing bathed in daylight. + </p> + <p> + 'Shall I open them?' he asked her. + </p> + <p> + 'I would rather the lamp,' she said. + </p> + <p> + They sat silently until she drew her watch from her girdle. 'My train + starts at half-past six. It is a walk of thirty-five minutes to the + station. I did it last night in that time.' + </p> + <p> + 'You walked here in the dark alone?' + </p> + <p> + 'There was no fly to be had. The station-master sent one of his porters + with me. We had a talk on the road. I like those men.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier read the hour by the mantelpiece clock. 'If you must really go by + the early train, I will drive you.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, I will walk; I prefer it.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will order your breakfast at once.' + </p> + <p> + He turned on his heel. She stopped him. 'No, I have no taste for eating or + drinking.' + </p> + <p> + 'Pray...' said he, in visible distress. + </p> + <p> + She shook her head. 'I could not. I have twenty minutes longer. I can find + my way to the station; it is almost a straight road out of the + park-gates.' + </p> + <p> + His heart swelled with anger at the household for they treatment she had + been subjected to, judging by her resolve not to break bread in the house. + </p> + <p> + They resumed their silent sitting. The intervals for a word to pass + between them were long, and the ticking of the time-piece fronting the + death-bed ruled the chamber, scarcely varied. + </p> + <p> + The lamp was raised for the final look, the leave-taking. + </p> + <p> + Dacier buried his face, thinking many things—the common multitude in + insurrection. + </p> + <p> + 'A servant should be told to come now,' she said. 'I have only to put on + my bonnet and I am ready.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will take no...?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is not too late for a carriage to be ordered.' + </p> + <p> + 'No—the walk!' + </p> + <p> + They separated. + </p> + <p> + He roused the two women in the dressing-room, asleep with heads against + the wall. Thence he sped to his own room for hat and overcoat, and a + sprinkle of cold water. Descending the stairs, he beheld his companion + issuing from the chamber of death. Her lips were shut, her eyelids + nervously tremulous. + </p> + <p> + They were soon in the warm sweet open air, and they walked without an + interchange of a syllable through the park into the white hawthorn lane, + glad to breathe. Her nostrils took long draughts of air, but of the change + of, scene she appeared scarcely sensible. + </p> + <p> + At the park-gates, she said: 'There is no necessity four your coming.' + </p> + <p> + His answer was: 'I think of myself. I gain something every step I walk + with you.' + </p> + <p> + 'To-day is Thursday,' said she. 'The funeral is...?' + </p> + <p> + 'Monday has been fixed. According to his directions, he will lie in the + churchyard of his village—not in the family vault.' + </p> + <p> + 'I know,' she said hastily. 'They are privileged who follow him and see + the coffin lowered. He spoke of this quiet little resting-place.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, it's a good end. I do not wonder at his wish for the honour you have + done him. I could wish it too. But more living than dead—that is a + natural wish.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is not to be called an honour.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should feel it so-an honour to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is a friend's duty. The word is too harsh; it was his friend's desire. + He did not ask it so much as he sanctioned it. For to him what has my + sitting beside him been!' + </p> + <p> + 'He had the prospective happiness.' + </p> + <p> + 'He knew well that my soul would be with him—as it was last night. + But he knew it would be my poor human happiness to see him with my eyes, + touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier exclaimed: 'How you can love!' + </p> + <p> + 'Is the village church to be seen?' she asked. + </p> + <p> + 'To the right of those elms; that is the spire. The black spot below is a + yew. You love with the whole heart when you love.' + </p> + <p> + 'I love my friends,' she replied. + </p> + <p> + 'You tempt me to envy those who are numbered among them.' + </p> + <p> + 'They are not many.' + </p> + <p> + 'They should be grateful!' + </p> + <p> + 'You have some acquaintance with them all.' + </p> + <p> + 'And an enemy? Had you ever one? Do you know of one?' + </p> + <p> + 'Direct and personal designedly? I think not. We give that title to those + who are disinclined to us and add a dash of darker colour to our errors. + Foxes have enemies in the dogs; heroines of melodramas have their + persecuting villains. I suppose that conditions of life exist where one + meets the original complexities. The bad are in every rank. The + inveterately malignant I have not found. Circumstances may combine to make + a whisper as deadly as a blow, though not of such evil design. Perhaps if + we lived at a Court of a magnificent despot we should learn that we are + less highly civilized than we imagine ourselves; but that is a fire to the + passions, and the extreme is not the perfect test. Our civilization counts + positive gains—unless you take the melodrama for the truer picture + of us. It is always the most popular with the English.—And look, + what a month June is! Yesterday morning I was with Lady Dunstane on her + heights, and I feel double the age. He was fond of this wild country. We + think it a desert, a blank, whither he has gone, because we will strain to + see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that but the bursting of + the eyeballs.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier assented: 'There's no use in peering beyond the limits.' + </p> + <p> + 'No,' said she; 'the effect is like the explaining of things to a dull + head—the finishing stroke to the understanding! Better continue to + brood. We get to some unravelment if we are left to our own efforts. I + quarrel with no priest of any denomination. That they should quarrel among + themselves is comprehensible in their wisdom, for each has the specific. + But they show us their way of solving the great problem, and we ought to + thank them, though one or the other abominate us. You are advised to talk + with Lady Dunstane on these themes. + </p> + <p> + She is perpetually in the antechamber of death, and her soul is + perennially sunshine.—See the pretty cottage under the laburnum + curls! Who lives there?' + </p> + <p> + 'His gamekeeper, Simon Rofe.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what a playground for the children, that bit of common by their + garden-palings! and the pond, and the blue hills over the furzes. I hope + those people will not be turned out.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier could not tell. He promised to do his best for them. + </p> + <p> + 'But,' said she, 'you are the lord here now.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not likely to be the tenant. Incomes are wanted to support even small + estates.' + </p> + <p> + 'The reason is good for courting the income.' + </p> + <p> + He disliked the remark; and when she said presently: + </p> + <p> + 'Those windmills make the landscape homely,' he rejoined: 'They remind one + of our wheeling London gamins round the cab from the station.' + </p> + <p> + 'They remind you,' said she, and smiled at the chance discordant trick he + had, remembering occasions when it had crossed her. + </p> + <p> + 'This is homelier than Rovio,' she said; 'quite as nice in its way.' + </p> + <p> + 'You do not gather flowers here.' + </p> + <p> + 'Because my friend has these at her feet.' + </p> + <p> + 'May one petition without a rival, then, for a souvenir?' + </p> + <p> + 'Certainly, if you care to have a common buttercup.' + </p> + <p> + They reached the station, five minutes in advance of the train. His coming + manoeuvre was early detected, and she drew from her pocket the little book + he had seen lying unopened on the table, and said: 'I shall have two good + hours for reading.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will not object?... I must accompany you to town. Permit it, I beg. + You shall not be worried to talk.' + </p> + <p> + 'No; I came alone and return alone.' + </p> + <p> + 'Fasting and unprotected! Are you determined to take away the worst + impression of us? Do not refuse me this favour.' + </p> + <p> + 'As to fasting, I could not eat: and unprotected no woman is in England, + if she is a third-class traveller. That is my experience of the class; and + I shall return among my natural protectors—the most unselfishly + chivalrous to women in the whole world.' + </p> + <p> + He had set his heart on going with her, and he attempted eloquence in + pleading, but that exposed him to her humour; he was tripped. + </p> + <p> + 'It is not denied that you belong to the knightly class,' she said; 'and + it is not necessary that you should wear armour and plumes to proclaim it; + and your appearance would be ample protection from the drunken sailors + travelling, you say, on this line; and I may be deplorably mistaken in + imagining that I could tame them. But your knightliness is due elsewhere; + and I commit myself to the fortune of war. It is a battle for women + everywhere; under the most favourable conditions among my dear common + English. I have not my maid with me, or else I should not dare.' + </p> + <p> + She paid for a third-class ticket, amused by Dacier's look of entreaty and + trouble. + </p> + <p> + 'Of course I obey,' he murmured. + </p> + <p> + 'I have the habit of exacting it in matters concerning my independence,' + she said; and it arrested some rumbling notions in his head as to a piece + of audacity on the starting of the train. They walked up and down the + platform till the bell rang and the train came rounding beneath an arch. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, by the way, may I ask?'—he said: 'was it your article in + Whitmonby's journal on a speech of mine last week?' + </p> + <p> + 'The guilty writer is confessed.' + </p> + <p> + 'Let me thank you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Don't. But try to believe it written on public grounds—if the task + is not too great.' + </p> + <p> + 'I may call?' + </p> + <p> + 'You will be welcome.' + </p> + <p> + 'To tell you of the funeral—the last of him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do not fail to come.' + </p> + <p> + She could have laughed to see him jumping on the steps of the third-class + carriages one after another to choose her company for her. In those + pre-democratic blissful days before the miry Deluge, the opinion of the + requirements of poor English travellers entertained by the Seigneur + Directors of the class above them, was that they differed from cattle in + stipulating for seats. With the exception of that provision to suit their + weakness, the accommodation extended to them resembled pens, and the seats + were emphatically seats of penitence, intended to grind the sitter for his + mean pittance payment and absence of aspiration to a higher state. Hard + angular wood, a low roof, a shabby square of window aloof, demanding of + him to quit the seat he insisted on having, if he would indulge in views + of the passing scenery,—such was the furniture of dens where a + refinement of castigation was practised on villain poverty by denying + leathers to the windows, or else buttons to the leathers, so that the + windows had either to be up or down, but refused to shelter and freshen + simultaneously. + </p> + <p> + Dacier selected a compartment occupied by two old women, a mother and babe + and little maid, and a labouring man. There he installed her, with an + eager look that she would not notice. + </p> + <p> + 'You will want the window down,' he said. + </p> + <p> + She applied to her fellow-travellers for the permission; and struggling to + get the window down, he was irritated to animadvert on 'these carriages' + of the benevolent railway Company. + </p> + <p> + 'Do not forget that the wealthy are well treated, or you may be unjust,' + said she, to pacify him. + </p> + <p> + His mouth sharpened its line while he tried arts and energies on the + refractory window. She told him to leave it. 'You can't breathe this + atmosphere!' he cried, and called to a porter, who did the work, remarking + that it was rather stiff. + </p> + <p> + The door was banged and fastened. Dacier had to hang on the step to see + her in the farewell. From the platform he saw the top of her bonnet; and + why she should have been guilty of this freak of riding in an unwholesome + carriage, tasked his power of guessing. He was too English even to have + taken the explanation, for he detested the distinguishing of the races in + his country, and could not therefore have comprehended her peculiar + tenacity of the sense of injury as long as enthusiasm did not arise to + obliterate it. He required a course of lessons in Irish. + </p> + <p> + Sauntering down the lane, he called at Simon Rofe's cottage, and spoke + very kindly to the gamekeeper's wife. That might please Diana. It was all + he could do at present. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0021" id="link2HCH0021"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXI. 'THE YOUNG MINISTER OF STATE' + </h2> + <p> + Descriptions in the newspapers of the rural funeral of Lord Dannisburgh + had the effect of rousing flights of tattlers with a twittering of the + disused name of Warwick; our social Gods renewed their combat, and the + verdict of the jury was again overhauled, to be attacked and maintained, + the carpers replying to the champions that they held to their view of it: + as heads of bull-dogs are expected to do when they have got a grip of one. + It is a point of muscular honour with them never to relax their hold. They + will tell you why:—they formed that opinion from the first. And but + for the swearing of a particular witness, upon whom the plaintiff had been + taught to rely, the verdict would have been different—to prove their + soundness of judgement. They could speak from private positive information + of certain damnatory circumstances, derived from authentic sources. Visits + of a gentleman to the house of a married lady in the absence of the + husband? Oh!—The British Lucretia was very properly not legally at + home to the masculine world of that day. She plied her distaff in pure + seclusion, meditating on her absent lord; or else a fair proportion of the + masculine world, which had not yet, has not yet, 'doubled Cape Turk,' + approved her condemnation to the sack. + </p> + <p> + There was talk in the feminine world, at Lady Wathin's assemblies. The + elevation of her husband had extended and deepened her influence on the + levels where it reigned before, but without, strange as we may think it + now, assisting to her own elevation, much aspired for, to the smooth and + lively upper pavement of Society, above its tumbled strata. She was near + that distinguished surface, not on it. Her circle was practically the same + as it was previous to the coveted nominal rank enabling her to trample on + those beneath it. And women like that Mrs. Warwick, a woman of no birth, + no money, not even honest character, enjoyed the entry undisputed, + circulated among the highest:—because people took her rattle for + wit!—and because also our nobility, Lady Wathin feared, had no due + regard for morality. Our aristocracy, brilliant and ancient though it was, + merited rebuke. She grew severe upon aristocratic scandals, whereof were + plenty among the frolicsome host just overhead, as vexatious as the + drawing-room party to the lodger in the floor below, who has not received + an invitation to partake of the festivities and is required to digest the + noise. But if ambition is oversensitive, moral indignation is ever + consolatory, for it plants us on the Judgement Seat. There indeed we may, + sitting with the very Highest, forget our personal disappointments in + dispensing reprobation for misconduct, however eminent the offenders. + </p> + <p> + She was Lady Wathin, and once on an afternoon's call to see poor Lady + Dunstane at her town-house, she had been introduced to Lady Pennon, a + patroness of Mrs. Warwick, and had met a snub—an icy check-bow of + the aristocratic head from the top of the spinal column, and not a word, + not a look; the half-turn of a head devoid of mouth and eyes! She + practised that forbidding checkbow herself to perfection, so the endurance + of it was horrible. A noli me tangere, her husband termed it, in his + ridiculous equanimity; and he might term it what he pleased—it was + insulting. The solace she had was in hearing that hideous Radical + Revolutionary things were openly spoken at Mrs. Warwick's evenings with + her friends:—impudently named 'the elect of London.' Pleasing to + reflect upon Mrs. Warwick as undermining her supporters, to bring them + some day down with a crash! Her 'elect of London' were a queer gathering, + by report of them! And Mr. Whitmonby too, no doubt a celebrity, was the + right-hand man at these dinner-parties of Mrs. Warwick. Where will not men + go to be flattered by a pretty woman! He had declined repeated, successive + invitations to Lady Wathin's table. But there of course he would not have + had 'the freedom': that is, she rejoiced in thinking defensively and + offensively, a moral wall enclosed her topics. The Hon. Percy Dacier had + been brought to her Thursday afternoon by. Mr. Quintin Manx, and he had + one day dined with her; and he knew Mrs. Warwick—a little, he said. + The opportunity was not lost to convey to him, entirely in the interest of + sweet Constance Asper, that the moral world entertained a settled view of + the very clever woman Mrs. Warwick certainly was. He had asked Diana, on + their morning walk to the station, whether she had an enemy: so prone are + men, educated by the Drama and Fiction in the belief that the garden of + civilized life must be at the mercy of the old wild devourers, to fancy + 'villain whispers' an indication of direct animosity. Lady Wathin had no + sentiment of the kind. + </p> + <p> + But she had become acquainted with the other side of the famous + Dannisburgh case—the unfortunate plaintiff; and compassion as well + as morality moved her to put on a speaking air when Mr. Warwick's name was + mentioned. She pictured him to the ladies of her circle as 'one of our + true gentlemen in his deportment and his feelings.' He was, she would + venture to say, her ideal of an English gentleman. 'But now,' she added + commiseratingly, 'ruined; ruined in his health and in his prospects.' A + lady inquired if it was the verdict that had thus affected him. Lady + Wathin's answer was reported over moral, or substratum, London: 'He is the + victim of a fatal passion for his wife; and would take her back to-morrow + were she to solicit his forgiveness.' Morality had something to say + against this active marital charity, attributable, it was to be feared, to + weakness of character on the part of the husband. Still Mrs. Warwick + undoubtedly was one of those women (of Satanic construction) who have the + art of enslaving the men unhappy enough to cross their path. The nature of + the art was hinted, with the delicacy of dainty feet which have to tread + in mire to get to safety. Men, alas! are snared in this way. Instances too + numerous for the good repute of the swinish sex, were cited, and the + question of how Morality was defensible from their grossness passed + without a tactical reply. There is no defence: Those women come like the + Cholera Morbus—and owing to similar causes. They will prevail until + the ideas of men regarding women are purified. Nevertheless the husband + who could forgive, even propose to forgive, was deemed by consent + generous, however weak. Though she might not have been wholly guilty, she + had bitterly offended. And he despatched an emissary to her?—The + theme, one may, in their language, 'fear,' was relished as a sugared acid. + It was renewed in the late Autumn of the year, when ANTONIA published her + new book, entitled THE YOUNG MINISTER of STATE. The signature of the + authoress was now known; and from this resurgence of her name in public, + suddenly a radiation of tongues from the circle of Lady Wathin declared + that the repentant Mrs. Warwick had gone back to her husband's bosom and + forgiveness! The rumour spread in spite of sturdy denials at odd corners, + counting the red-hot proposal of Mr. Sullivan Smith to eat his head and + boots for breakfast if it was proved correct. It filled a yawn of the + Clubs for the afternoon. Soon this wanton rumour was met and stifled by + another of more morbific density, heavily charged as that which led the + sad Eliza to her pyre. + </p> + <p> + ANTONIA's hero was easily identified. THE YOUNG MINISTER of STATE could be + he only who was now at all her parties, always meeting her; had been spied + walking with her daily in the park near her house, on his march down to + Westminster during the session; and who positively went to concerts and + sat under fiddlers to be near her. It accounted moreover for his treatment + of Constance Asper. What effrontery of the authoress, to placard herself + with him in a book! The likeness of the hero to Percy Dacier once + established became striking to glaringness—a proof of her ability, + and more of her audacity; still more of her intention to flatter him up to + his perdition. By the things written of him, one would imagine the + conversations going on behind the scenes. She had the wiles of a + Cleopatra, not without some of the Nilene's experiences. A youthful Antony + Dacier would be little likely to escape her toils. And so promising a + young man! The sigh, the tear for weeping over his destruction, almost + fell, such vivid realizing of the prophesy appeared in its pathetic + pronouncement. + </p> + <p> + This low rumour, or malaria, began blowing in the winter, and did not + travel fast; for strangely, there was hardly a breath of it in the + atmosphere of Dacier, none in Diana's. It rose from groups not so rapidly + and largely mixing, and less quick to kindle; whose crazy sincereness + battened on the smallest morsel of fact and collected the fictitious by + slow absorption. But as guardians of morality, often doing good duty in + their office, they are persistent. When Parliament assembled, Mr. Quintin + Manx, a punctual member of the House, if nothing else, arrived in town. He + was invited to dine with Lady Wathin. After dinner she spoke to him of the + absent Constance, and heard of her being well, and expressed a great + rejoicing at that. Whereupon the burly old shipowner frowned and puffed. + Constance, he said, had plunged into these new spangle, candle and high + singing services; was all for symbols, harps, effigies, what not. Lady + Wathin's countenance froze in hearing of it. She led Mr. Quintin to a + wall-sofa, and said: 'Surely the dear child must have had a + disappointment, for her to have taken to those foolish displays of + religion! It is generally a sign.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, ma'am-my lady—I let girls go their ways in such things. I + don't interfere. But it's that fellow, or nobody, with her. She has fixed + her girl's mind on him, and if she can't columbine as a bride, she will as + a nun. Young people must be at some harlequinade.' + </p> + <p> + 'But it is very shocking. And he?' + </p> + <p> + 'He plays last and loose, warm and cold. I'm ready to settle twenty times + a nobleman's dowry on my niece and she's a fine girl, a handsome girl, + educated up to the brim, fit to queen it in any drawing-room. He holds her + by some arts that don't hold him, it seems. He's all for politics.' + </p> + <p> + 'Constance can scarcely be his dupe so far, I should think.' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'Everything points to one secret of his conduct.' + </p> + <p> + 'A woman?' + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin's head shook for her sex's pained affirmative. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Quintin in the same fashion signified the downright negative. 'The + fellow's as cold as a fish.' + </p> + <p> + 'Flattery will do anything. There is, I fear, one.' + </p> + <p> + 'Widow? wife? maid?' + </p> + <p> + 'Married, I regret to say.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, if he'd get over with it,' said Quintin, in whose notions the + seductiveness of a married woman could be only temporary, for all the + reasons pertaining to her state. At the same time his view of Percy Dacier + was changed in thinking it possible that a woman could divert him from his + political and social interests. He looked incredulous. + </p> + <p> + 'You have heard of a Mrs. Warwick?' said Lady Wathin. + </p> + <p> + 'Warwick! I have. I've never seen her. At my broker's in the City + yesterday I saw the name on a Memorandum of purchase of Shares in a + concern promising ten per cent., and not likely to carry the per annum + into the plural. He told me she was a grand kind of woman, past advising.' + </p> + <p> + 'For what amount' + </p> + <p> + 'Some thousands, I think it was.' + </p> + <p> + 'She has no money': Lady Wathin corrected her emphasis: 'or ought to have + none.' + </p> + <p> + 'She can't have got it from him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did you notice her Christian name?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't recollect it, if I did. I thought the woman a donkey.' + </p> + <p> + 'Would you consider me a busybody were I to try to mitigate this woman's + evil influence? I love dear Constance, and should be happy to serve her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I want my girl married,' said old Quintin. 'He's one of my Parliamentary + chiefs, with first-rate prospects; good family, good sober fellow—at + least I thought so; by nature, I mean; barring your incantations. He suits + me, she liking him.' + </p> + <p> + 'She admires him, I am sure.' + </p> + <p> + 'She's dead on end for the fellow!' + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin felt herself empowered by Quintin Manx to undertake the + release of sweet Constance Asper's knight from the toils of his + enchantress. For this purpose she had first an interview with Mr. Warwick, + and next she hurried to Lady Dunstane at Copsley. There, after jumbling + Mr. Warwick's connubial dispositions and Mrs. Warwick's last book, and Mr. + Percy Dacier's engagement to the great heiress in a gossipy hotch-potch, + she contrived to gather a few items of fact, as that THE YOUNG MINISTER + was probably modelled upon Mr. Percy Dacier. Lady Dunstane made no + concealment of it as soon as she grew sensible of the angling. But she + refused her help to any reconciliation between Mr. and Mrs. Warwick. She + declined to listen to Lady Wathin's entreaties. She declined to give her + reasons.—These bookworm women, whose pride it is to fancy that they + can think for themselves, have a great deal of the heathen in them, as + morality discovers when it wears the enlistment ribands and applies yo + them to win recruits for a service under the direct blessing of + Providence. + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin left some darts behind her, in the form of moral exclamations; + and really intended morally. For though she did not like Mrs. Warwick, she + had no wish to wound, other than by stopping her further studies of the + Young Minister, and conducting him to the young lady loving him, besides + restoring a bereft husband to his own. How sadly pale and worn poor Mr. + Warwick appeared? The portrayal of his withered visage to Lady Dunstane + had quite failed to gain a show of sympathy. And so it is ever with your + book-worm women pretending to be philosophical! You sound them vainly for + a manifestation of the commonest human sensibilities, They turn over the + leaves of a Latin book on their laps while you are supplicating them to + assist in a work of charity! + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin's interjectory notes haunted Emma's ear. Yet she had seen + nothing in Tony to let her suppose that there was trouble of her heart + below the surface; and her Tony when she came to Copsley shone in the mood + of the day of Lord Dannisburgh's drive down from London with her. She was + running on a fresh work; talked of composition as a trifle. + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose the YOUNG MINISTER is Mr. Percy Dacier?' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'Between ourselves he is,' Diana replied, smiling at a secret guessed. + 'You know my model and can judge of the likeness.' + </p> + <p> + 'You write admiringly of him, Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'And I do admire him. So would you, Emmy, if you knew him as well as I do + now. He pairs with Mr. Redworth; he also is the friend of women. But he + lifts us to rather a higher level of intellectual friendship. When the ice + has melted—and it is thick at first—he pours forth all his + ideas without reserve; and they are deep and noble. Ever since Lord + Dannisburgh's death and our sitting together, we have been warm friends—intimate, + I would say, if it could be said of one so self-contained. In that + respect, no young man was ever comparable with him. And I am encouraged to + flatter myself that he unbends to me more than to others.' + </p> + <p> + 'He is engaged, or partly, I hear; why does he not marry?' + </p> + <p> + 'I wish he would!' Diana said, with a most brilliant candour of aspect. + </p> + <p> + Emma read in it, that it would complete her happiness, possibly by + fortifying her sense of security; and that seemed right. Her own + meditations, illumined by the beautiful face in her presence, referred to + the security of Mr. Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'So, then, life is going smoothly,' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, at a good pace and smoothly: not a torrent—Thames-like, + “without o'erflowing full.” It is not Lugano and the Salvatore. Perhaps it + is better: as action is better than musing.' + </p> + <p> + 'No troubles whatever?' + </p> + <p> + 'None. Well, except an “adorer” at times. I have to take him as my + portion. An impassioned Caledonian has a little bothered me. I met him at + Lady Pennon's, and have been meeting him, as soon as I put foot out of my + house, ever since. If I could impress and impound him to marry Mary + Paynham, I should be glad. By the way, I have consented to let her try at + a portrait of me. No, I have no troubles. I have friends, the choicest of + the nation; I have health, a field for labour, fairish success with it; a + mind alive, such as it is. I feel like that midsummer morning of our last + drive out together, the sun high, clearish, clouded enough to be cool. And + still I envy Emmy on her sofa, mastering Latin, biting at Greek. What a + wise recommendation that was of Mr. Redworth's! He works well in the + House. He spoke excellently the other night.' + </p> + <p> + 'He runs over to Ireland this Easter.' + </p> + <p> + 'He sees for himself, and speaks with authority. He sees and feels. + Englishmen mean well, but they require an extremity of misery to waken + their feelings.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is coming, he says; and absit omen!' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Dacier says he is the one Englishman who may always be sure of an + Irish hearing; and he does not cajole them, you know. But the English + defect is really not want of feeling so much as want of foresight. They + will not look ahead. A famine ceasing, a rebellion crushed, they jog on as + before, with their Dobbin trot and blinker confidence in “Saxon energy.” + They should study the Irish: I think it was Mr. Redworth who compared the + governing of the Irish to the management of a horse: the rider should not + grow restive when the steed begins to kick: calmer; firm, calm, + persuasive.' + </p> + <p> + 'Does Mr. Dacier agree?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not always. He has the inveterate national belief that Celtic blood is + childish, and the consequently illogical disregard of its hold of + impressions. The Irish—for I have them in my heart, though I have + not been among them for long at a time—must love you to serve you, + and will hate you if you have done them injury and they have not wiped it + out—they with a treble revenge, or you with cordial benefits. I have + told him so again and again: ventured to suggest measures.' + </p> + <p> + 'He listens to you, Tony?' + </p> + <p> + 'He says I have brains. It ends in a compliment.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have inspired Mr. Redworth.' + </p> + <p> + 'If I have, I have lived for some good.' + </p> + <p> + Altogether her Tony's conversation proved to Emma that her perusal of the + model of THE YOUNG MINISTER OF STATE was an artist's, free, open, and not + discoloured by the personal tincture. Her heart plainly was free and + undisturbed. She had the same girl's love of her walks where wildflowers + grew; if possible, a keener pleasure. She hummed of her happiness in being + at Copsley, singing her Planxty Kelly and The Puritani by turns. She stood + on land: she was not on the seas. Emma thought so with good reason. + </p> + <p> + She stood on land, it was true, but she stood on a cliff of the land, the + seas below and about her; and she was enabled to hoodwink her friend + because the assured sensation of her firm footing deceived her own soul, + even while it took short flights to the troubled waters. Of her firm + footing she was exultingly proud. She stood high, close to danger, without + giddiness. If at intervals her soul flew out like lightning from the rift + (a mere shot of involuntary fancy, it seemed to her), the suspicion of + instability made her draw on her treasury of impressions of the mornings + at Lugano—her loftiest, purest, dearest; and these reinforced her. + She did not ask herself why she should have to seek them for aid. In other + respects her mind was alert and held no sly covers, as the fiction of a + perfect ignorant innocence combined with common intelligence would have us + to suppose that the minds of women can do. She was honest as long as she + was not directly questioned, pierced to the innermost and sanctum of the + bosom. She could honestly summon bright light to her eyes in wishing the + man were married. She did not ask herself why she called it up. The + remorseless progressive interrogations of a Jesuit Father in pursuit of + the bosom's verity might have transfixed it and shown her to herself even + then a tossing vessel as to the spirit, far away from that firm land she + trod so bravely. + </p> + <p> + Descending from the woody heights upon London, Diana would have said that + her only anxiety concerned young Mr. Arthur Rhodes, whose position she + considered precarious, and who had recently taken a drubbing for venturing + to show a peep of his head, like an early crocus, in the literary market. + Her ANTONIA'S last book had been reviewed obediently to smart taps from + the then commanding baton of Mr. Tonans, and Mr. Whitmonby's choice + picking of specimens down three columns of his paper. A Literary Review + (Charles Rainer's property) had suggested that perhaps 'the talented + authoress might be writing too rapidly'; and another, actuated by the + public taste of the period for our 'vigorous homely Saxon' in one and two + syllable words, had complained of a 'tendency to polysyllabic + phraseology.' The remainder, a full majority, had sounded eulogy with all + their band-instruments, drum, trumpet, fife, trombone. Her foregoing work + had raised her to Fame, which is the Court of a Queen when the lady has + beauty and social influence, and critics are her dedicated courtiers, + gaping for the royal mouth to be opened, and reserving the kicks of their + independent manhood for infamous outsiders, whom they hoist in the style + and particular service of pitchforks. They had fallen upon a little volume + of verse, 'like a body of barn-door hens on a stranger chick,' Diana + complained; and she chid herself angrily for letting it escape her + forethought to propitiate them on the author's behalf. Young Rhodes was + left with scarce a feather; and what remained to him appeared a + preposterous ornament for the decoration of a shivering and welted poet. + He laughed, or tried the mouth of laughter. ANTONIA's literary conscience + was vexed at the different treatment she had met and so imperatively + needed that the reverse of it would have threatened the smooth sailing of + her costly household. A merry-go-round of creditors required a + corresponding whirligig of receipts. + </p> + <p> + She felt mercenary, debased by comparison with the well-scourged + verse-mason, Orpheus of the untenanted city, who had done his publishing + ingenuously for glory: a good instance of the comic-pathetic. She wrote to + Emma, begging her to take him in at Copsley for a few days: 'I told you I + had no troubles. I am really troubled about this poor boy. He has very + little money and has embarked on literature. I cannot induce any of my + friends to lend him a hand. Mr. Redworth gruffly insists on his going back + to his law-clerk's office and stool, and Mr. Dacier says that no place is + vacant. The reality of Lord Dannisburgh's death is brought before me by my + helplessness. He would have made him an assistant private Secretary, + pending a Government appointment, rather than let me plead in vain.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Rhodes with his travelling bag was packed off to Copsley, to enjoy a + change of scene after his run of the gauntlet. He was very heartily + welcomed by Lady Dunstane, both for her Tony's sake and his own modest + worship of that luminary, which could permit of being transparent; but + chiefly she welcomed him as the living proof of Tony's disengagement from + anxiety, since he was her one spot of trouble, and could easily be + comforted by reading with her, and wandering through the Spring woods + along the heights. He had a happy time, midway in air between his + accomplished hostess and his protecting Goddess. His bruises were soon + healed. Each day was radiant to him, whether it rained or shone; and by + his looks and what he said of himself Lady Dunstane understood that he was + in the highest temper of the human creature tuned to thrilling accord with + nature. It was her generous Tony's work. She blessed it, and liked the + youth the better. + </p> + <p> + During the stay of Mr. Arthur Rhodes at Copsley, Sir Lukin came on a visit + to his wife. He mentioned reports in the scandal-papers: one, that Mr. P. + D. would shortly lead to the altar the lovely heiress Miss A., Percy + Dacier and Constance Asper:—another, that a reconciliation was to be + expected between the beautiful authoress Mrs. W. and her husband. 'Perhaps + it's the best thing she can do,' Sir Lukin added. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane pronounced a woman's unforgiving: 'Never.' The revolt of her + own sensations assured her of Tony's unconquerable repugnance. In + conversation subsequently with Arthur Rhodes, she heard that he knew the + son of Mr. Warwick's attorney, a Mr. Fern; and he had gathered from him + some information of Mr. Warwick's condition of health. It had been + alarming; young Fern said it was confirmed heart-disease. His father + frequently saw Mr. Warwick, and said he was fretting himself to death. + </p> + <p> + It seemed just a possibility that Tony's natural compassionateness had + wrought on her to immolate herself and nurse to his end the man who had + wrecked her life. Lady Dunstane waited for the news. At last she wrote, + touching the report incidentally. There was no reply. The silence ensuing + after such a question responded forcibly. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0022" id="link2HCH0022"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXII. BETWEEN DIANA AND DACIER: THE WIND EAST OVER BLEAK LAND + </h2> + <p> + On the third day of the Easter recess Percy Dacier landed from the Havre + steamer at Caen and drove straightway for the sandy coast, past fields of + colza to brine-blown meadows of coarse grass, and then to the low dunes + and long stretching sands of the ebb in semicircle: a desolate place at + that season; with a dwarf fishing-village by the shore; an East wind + driving landward in streamers every object that had a scrap to fly. He + made head to the inn, where the first person he encountered in the passage + was Diana's maid Danvers, who relaxed from the dramatic exaggeration of + her surprise at the sight of a real English gentleman in these woebegone + regions, to inform him that her mistress might be found walking somewhere + along the sea-shore, and had her dog to protect her. They were to stay + here a whole week, Danvers added, for a conveyance of her private + sentiments. Second thoughts however whispered to her shrewdness that his + arrival could only be by appointment. She had been anticipating something + of the sort for some time. + </p> + <p> + Dacier butted against the stringing wind, that kept him at a rocking + incline to his left for a mile. He then discerned in what had seemed a + dredger's dot on the sands, a lady's figure, unmistakably she, without the + corroborating testimony of Leander paw-deep in the low-tide water. She was + out at a distance on the ebb-sands, hurtled, gyred, beaten to all shapes, + in rolls, twists, volumes, like a blown banner-flag, by the pressing wind. + A kerchief tied her bonnet under her chin. Bonnet and breast-ribands + rattled rapidly as drummer-sticks. She stood near the little running + ripple of the flat sea-water, as it hurried from a long streaked back to a + tiny imitation of spray. When she turned to the shore she saw him + advancing, but did not recognize; when they met she merely looked with + wide parted lips. This was no appointment. + </p> + <p> + 'I had to see you,' Dacier said. + </p> + <p> + She coloured to a deeper red than the rose-conjuring wind had whipped in + her cheeks. Her quick intuition of the reason of his coming barred a + mental evasion, and she had no thought of asking either him or herself + what special urgency had brought him. + </p> + <p> + 'I have been here four days.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Esquart spoke of the place.' + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Esquart should not have betrayed me.' + </p> + <p> + 'She did it inadvertently, without an idea of my profiting by it.' + </p> + <p> + Diana indicated the scene in a glance. 'Dreary country, do you think?' + </p> + <p> + 'Anywhere!'—said he. + </p> + <p> + They walked up the sand-heap. The roaring Easter with its shrieks and + whistles at her ribands was not favourable to speech. His 'Anywhere!' had + a penetrating significance, the fuller for the break that left it vague. + </p> + <p> + Speech between them was commanded; he could not be suffered to remain. She + descended upon a sheltered pathway running along a ditch, the border of + pastures where cattle cropped, raised heads, and resumed their one + comforting occupation. + </p> + <p> + Diana gazed on them, smarting from the buffets of the wind she had met. + </p> + <p> + 'No play of their tails to-day'; she said, as she slackened her steps. + 'You left Lady Esquart well?' + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Esquart... I think was well. I had to see you. I thought you would + be with her in Berkshire. She told me of a little sea-side place close to + Caen.' + </p> + <p> + 'You had to see me?' + </p> + <p> + 'I miss you now if it's a day!' + </p> + <p> + 'I heard a story in London...' + </p> + <p> + 'In London there are many stories. I heard one. Is there a foundation for + it?' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' + </p> + <p> + He breathed relieved. 'I wanted to see you once before... if it was true. + It would have made a change in my life-a gap.' + </p> + <p> + 'You do me the honour to like my Sunday evenings?' + </p> + <p> + 'Beyond everything London can offer.' + </p> + <p> + 'A letter would have reached me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should have had to wait for the answer. There is no truth in it?' + </p> + <p> + Her choice was to treat the direct assailant frankly or imperil her + defence by the ordinary feminine evolutions, which might be taken for + inviting: poor pranks always. + </p> + <p> + 'There have been overtures,' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Forgive me; I have scarcely the right to ask... speak of it!' + </p> + <p> + 'My friends may use their right to take an interest in my fortunes.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thought I might, on my way to Paris, turn aside... coming by this + route.' + </p> + <p> + 'If you determined not to lose much of your time.' + </p> + <p> + The coolness of her fencing disconcerted a gentleman conscious of his + madness. She took instant advantage of any circuitous move; she gave him + no practicable point. He was little skilled in the arts of attack, and + felt that she checked his impetuousness; respected her for it, chafed at + it, writhed with the fervours precipitating him here, and relapsed on his + pleasure in seeing her face, hearing her voice. + </p> + <p> + 'Your happiness, I hope, is the chief thought in such a case,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'I am sure you would consider it.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't quite forget my own.' + </p> + <p> + 'You compliment an ambitious hostess.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier glanced across the pastures, 'What was it that tempted you to this + place?' + </p> + <p> + 'A poet would say it looks like a figure in the shroud. It has no + features; it has a sort of grandeur belonging to death. I heard of it as + the place where I might be certain of not meeting an acquaintance.' + </p> + <p> + 'And I am the intruder.' + </p> + <p> + 'An hour or two will not give you that title.' + </p> + <p> + 'Am I to count the minutes by my watch?' + </p> + <p> + 'By the sun. We will supply you an omelette and piquette, and send you + back sobered and friarly—to Caen for Paris at sunset.' + </p> + <p> + 'Let the fare be Spartan. I could take my black broth with philosophy + every day of the year under your auspices. What I should miss...' + </p> + <p> + 'You bring no news of the world or the House?' + </p> + <p> + 'None. You know as much as I know. The Irish agitation is chronic. The + Corn-law threatens to be the same.' + </p> + <p> + 'And your Chief—in personal colloquy?' + </p> + <p> + 'He keeps a calm front. I may tell you: there is nothing I would not + confide to you: he has let fall some dubious words in private. I don't + know what to think of them.' + </p> + <p> + 'But if he should waver?' + </p> + <p> + 'It's not wavering. It's the openness of his mind.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! the mind. We imagine it free. The House and the country are the + sentient frame governing the mind of the politician more than his ideas. + He cannot think independently of them:—nor I of my natural anatomy. + You will test the truth of that after your omelette and piquette, and + marvel at the quitting of your line of route for Paris. As soon as the + mind attempts to think independently, it is like a kite with the cord cut, + and performs a series of darts and frisks, that have the look of wildest + liberty till you see it fall flat to earth. The openness of his mind is + most honourable to him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ominous for his party.' + </p> + <p> + 'Likely to be good for his country.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the question.' + </p> + <p> + 'Prepare to encounter it. In politics I am with the active minority on + behalf of the inert but suffering majority. That is my rule. It leads, + unless you have a despotism, to the conquering side. It is always the + noblest. I won't say, listen to me; only do believe my words have some + weight. This is a question of bread.' + </p> + <p> + 'It involves many other questions.' + </p> + <p> + 'And how clearly those leaders put their case! They are admirable + debaters. If I were asked to write against them, I should have but to + quote them to confound my argument. I tried it once, and wasted a couple + of my precious hours.' + </p> + <p> + 'They are cogent debaters,' Dacier assented. 'They make me wince now and + then, without convincing me: I own it to you. The confession is not + agreeable, though it's a small matter.' + </p> + <p> + 'One's pride may feel a touch with the foils as keenly as the point of a + rapier,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + The remark drew a sharp look of pleasure from him. + </p> + <p> + 'Does the Princess Egeria propose to dismiss the individual she inspires, + when he is growing most sensible of her wisdom?' + </p> + <p> + 'A young Minister of State should be gleaning at large when holiday is + granted him.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier coloured. 'May I presume on what is currently reported?' + </p> + <p> + 'Parts, parts; a bit here, a bit there,' she rejoined. 'Authors find their + models where they can, and generally hit on the nearest.' + </p> + <p> + 'Happy the nearest!' + </p> + <p> + 'If you run to interjections I shall cite you a sentence, from your latest + speech in the House.' + </p> + <p> + He asked for it, and to school him she consented to flatter with her + recollection of his commonest words: + </p> + <p> + '“Dealing with subjects of this nature emotionally does, not advance us a + calculable inch.”' + </p> + <p> + 'I must have said that in relation to hard matter of business.' + </p> + <p> + 'It applies. There is my hostelry, and the spectral form of Danvers, + utterly depaysee. Have you spoken to the poor soul? I can never discover + the links of her attachment to my service.' + </p> + <p> + 'She knows a good mistress.—I have but a few minutes, if you are + relentless. May I..., shall I ever be privileged to speak your Christian + name?' + </p> + <p> + 'My Christian name! It is Pagan. In one sphere I am Hecate. Remember + that.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am not among the people who so regard you.' + </p> + <p> + 'The time may come.' + </p> + <p> + 'Diana!' + </p> + <p> + 'Constance!' + </p> + <p> + 'I break no tie. I owe no allegiance whatever to the name.' + </p> + <p> + 'Keep to the formal title with me. We are Mrs. Warwick and Mr. Dacier. I + think I am two years younger than you; socially therefore ten in + seniority; and I know how this flower of friendship is nourished and may + be withered. You see already what you have done? You have cast me on the + discretion of my maid. I suppose her trusty, but I am at her mercy, and a + breath from her to the people beholding me as Hecate queen of Witches! ... + I have a sensation of the scirocco it would blow.' + </p> + <p> + 'In that event, the least I can offer is my whole life.' + </p> + <p> + 'We will not conjecture the event.' + </p> + <p> + 'The best I could hope for!' + </p> + <p> + 'I see I shall have to revise the next edition of THE YOUNG MINISTER, and + make an emotional curate of him. Observe Danvers. The woman is wretched; + and now she sees me coming she pretends to be using her wits in studying + the things about her, as I have directed. She is a riddle. I have the idea + that any morning she may explode; and yet I trust her and sleep soundly. I + must be free, though I vex the world's watchdogs.—So, Danvers, you + are noticing how thoroughly Frenchwomen do their work.' + </p> + <p> + Danvers replied with a slight mincing: 'They may, ma'am; but they chatter + chatter so.' + </p> + <p> + 'The result proves that it is not a waste of energy. They manage their + fowls too.' + </p> + <p> + 'They've no such thing as mutton, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier patriotically laughed. + </p> + <p> + 'She strikes the apology for wealthy and leisurely landlords,' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + Danvers remarked that the poor fed meagrely in France. She was not + convinced of its being good for them by hearing that they could work on it + sixteen hours out of the four and twenty. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Percy Dacier's repast was furnished to him half an hour later. At + sunset Diana, taking Danvers beside her, walked with him to the line of + the country road bearing on Caen. The wind had sunk. A large brown disk + paused rayless on the western hills. + </p> + <p> + 'A Dacier ought to feel at home in Normandy; and you may have sprung from + this neighbourhood,' said she, simply to chat. 'Here the land is poorish, + and a mile inland rich enough to bear repeated crops of colza, which tries + the soil, I hear. As for beauty, those blue hills you see, enfold charming + valleys. I meditate an expedition to Harcourt before I return. An English + professor of his native tongue at the Lycee at Caen told me on my way here + that for twenty shillings a week you may live in royal ease round about + Harcourt. So we have our bed and board in prospect if fortune fails us, + Danvers! + </p> + <p> + 'I would rather die in England, ma'am,' was the maid's reply. + </p> + <p> + Dacier set foot on his carriage-step. He drew a long breath to say a short + farewell, and he and Diana parted. + </p> + <p> + They parted as the plainest of sincere good friends, each at heart + respecting the other for the repression of that which their hearts craved; + any word of which might have carried them headlong, bound together on a + Mazeppa-race, with scandal for the hounding wolves, and social ruin for + the rocks and torrents. + </p> + <p> + Dacier was the thankfuller, the most admiring of the two; at the same time + the least satisfied. He saw the abyss she had aided him in escaping; and + it was refreshful to look abroad after his desperate impulse. Prominent as + he stood before the world, he could not think without a shudder of + behaving like a young frenetic of the passion. Those whose aim is at the + leadership of the English people know, that however truly based the + charges of hypocrisy, soundness of moral fibre runs throughout the country + and is the national integrity, which may condone old sins for present + service; but will not have present sins to flout it. He was in tune with + the English character. The passion was in him nevertheless, and the + stronger for a slow growth that confirmed its union of the mind and heart. + Her counsel fortified him, her suggestions opened springs; her phrases + were golden-lettered in his memory; and more, she had worked an + extraordinary change in his views of life and aptitude for social + converse: he acknowledged it with genial candour. Through her he was + encouraged, led, excited to sparkle with the witty, feel new gifts, or a + greater breadth of nature; and thanking her, he became thirstily + susceptible to her dark beauty; he claimed to have found the key of her, + and he prized it. She was not passionless: the blood flowed warm. Proud, + chaste, she was nobly spirited; having an intellectual refuge from the + besiegings of the blood; a rockfortress. The 'wife no wife' appeared to + him, striking the higher elements of the man, the commonly masculine also.—Would + he espouse her, had he the chance?—to-morrow! this instant! With her + to back him, he would be doubled in manhood, doubled in brain and + heart-energy. To call her wife, spring from her and return, a man might + accept his fate to fight Trojan or Greek, sure of his mark on the enemy. + </p> + <p> + But if, after all, this imputed Helen of a decayed Paris passed, + submissive to the legitimate solicitor, back to her husband? + </p> + <p> + The thought shot Dacier on his legs for a look at the blank behind him. He + vowed she had promised it should not be. Could it ever be, after the ruin + the meanly suspicious fellow had brought upon her?—Diana voluntarily + reunited to the treacherous cur? + </p> + <p> + He sat, resolving sombrely that if the debate arose he would try what + force he had to save her from such an ignominy, and dedicate his life to + her, let the world wag its tongue. So the knot would be cut. + </p> + <p> + Men unaccustomed to a knot in their system find the prospect of cutting it + an extreme relief, even when they know that the cut has an edge to wound + mortally as well as pacify. The wound was not heavy payment for the + rapture of having so incomparable a woman his own. He reflected + wonderingly on the husband, as he had previously done, and came again to + the conclusion that it was a poor creature, abjectly jealous of a wife, he + could neither master, nor equal, nor attract. And thinking of jealousy, + Dacier felt none; none of individuals, only of facts: her marriage, her + bondage. Her condemnation to perpetual widowhood angered him, as at an + unrighteous decree. The sharp sweet bloom of her beauty, fresh in + swarthiness, under the whipping Easter, cried out against that loathed + inhumanity. Or he made it cry. + </p> + <p> + Being a stranger to the jealousy of men, he took the soft assurance that + he was preferred above them all. Competitors were numerous: not any won + her eyes as he did. She revealed nothing of the same pleasures in the + shining of the others touched by her magical wand. Would she have pardoned + one of them the 'Diana!' bursting from his mouth? + </p> + <p> + She was not a woman for trifling, still less for secresy. He was as little + the kind of lover. Both would be ready to take up their burden, if the + burden was laid on them. Diana had thus far impressed him. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile he faced the cathedral towers of the ancient Norman city, + standing up in the smoky hues of the West; and a sentence out of her book + seemed fitting to the scene and what he felt. He rolled it over + luxuriously as the next of delights to having her beside him.—She + wrote of; 'Thoughts that are bare dark outlines, coloured by some odd + passion of the soul, like towers of a distant city seen in the funeral + waste of day.'—His bluff English anti-poetic training would have + caused him to shrug at the stuff coming from another pen: he might + condescendingly have criticized it, with a sneer embalmed in humour. The + words were hers; she had written them; almost by a sort of anticipation, + he imagined; for he at once fell into the mood they suggested, and had a + full crop of the 'bare dark outlines' of thoughts coloured by his + particular form of passion. + </p> + <p> + Diana had impressed him powerfully when she set him swallowing and + assimilating a sentence ethereally thin in substance of mere sentimental + significance, that he would antecedently have read aloud in a + drawing-room, picking up the book by hazard, as your modern specimen of + romantic vapouring. Mr. Dacier however was at the time in observation of + the towers of Caen, fresh from her presence, animated to some conception + of her spirit. He drove into the streets, desiring, half determining, to + risk a drive back on the morrow. + </p> + <p> + The cold light of the morrow combined with his fear of distressing her to + restrain him. Perhaps he thought it well not to risk his gains. He was a + northerner in blood. He may have thought it well not further to run the + personal risk immediately. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0023" id="link2HCH0023"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIII. RECORDS A VISIT TO DIANA FROM ONE OF THE WORLD'S GOOD WOMEN + </h2> + <p> + Pure disengagement of contemplativeness had selected. Percy Dacier as the + model of her YOUNG MINISTER OF STATE, Diana supposed. Could she otherwise + have dared to sketch him? She certainly would not have done it now. + </p> + <p> + That was a reflection similar to what is entertained by one who has + dropped from a precipice to the midway ledge over the abyss, where caution + of the whole sensitive being is required for simple self-preservation. How + could she have been induced to study and portray him! It seemed a form of + dementia. + </p> + <p> + She thought this while imagining the world to be interrogating her. When + she interrogated herself, she flew to Lugano and her celestial Salvatore, + that she might be defended from a charge of the dreadful weakness of her + sex. Surely she there had proof of her capacity for pure disengagement. + Even in recollection the springs of spiritual happiness renewed the + bubbling crystal play. She believed that a divineness had wakened in her + there, to strengthen her to the end, ward her from any complicity in her + sex's culprit blushing. + </p> + <p> + Dacier's cry of her name was the cause, she chose to think, of the + excessive circumspection she must henceforth practise; precariously + footing, embracing hardest earth, the plainest rules, to get back to + safety. Not that she was personally endangered, or at least not + spiritually; she could always fly in soul to her heights. But she had now + to be on guard, constantly in the fencing attitude. And watchful of + herself as well. That was admitted with a ready frankness, to save it from + being a necessitated and painful confession: for the + voluntary-acquiescence, if it involved her in her sex, claimed an + individual exemption. 'Women are women, and I am a woman but I am I, and + unlike them: I see we are weak, and weakness tempts: in owning the + prudence of guarded steps, I am armed. It is by dissembling, feigning + immunity, that we are imperilled.' She would have phrased it so, with some + anger at her feminine nature as well as at the subjection forced on her by + circumstances. + </p> + <p> + Besides, her position and Percy Dacier's threw the fancied danger into + remoteness. The world was her stepmother, vigilant to become her judge; + and the world was his taskmaster, hopeful of him, yet able to strike him + down for an offence. She saw their situation as he did. The course of + folly must be bravely taken, if taken at all: Disguise degraded her to the + reptiles. + </p> + <p> + This was faced. Consequently there was no fear of it. + </p> + <p> + She had very easily proved that she had skill and self-possession to keep + him rational, and therefore they could continue to meet. A little outburst + of frenzy to a reputably handsome woman could be treated as the froth of a + passing wave. Men have the trick, infants their fevers. + </p> + <p> + Diana's days were spent in reasoning. Her nights were not so tuneable to + the superior mind. When asleep she was the sport of elves that danced her + into tangles too deliciously unravelled, and left new problems for the + wise-eyed and anxious morning. She solved them with the thought that in + sleep it was the mere ordinary woman who fell a prey to her tormentors; + awake, she dispersed the swarm, her sky was clear. Gradually the + persecution ceased, thanks to her active pen. + </p> + <p> + A letter from her legal adviser, old Mr. Braddock, informed her that no + grounds existed for apprehending marital annoyance, and late in May her + household had resumed its customary round. + </p> + <p> + She examined her accounts. The Debit and Credit sides presented much of + the appearance of male and female in our jog-trot civilization. They + matched middling well; with rather too marked a tendency to strain the + leash and run frolic on the part of friend Debit (the wanton male), which + deepened the blush of the comparison. Her father had noticed the same + funny thing in his effort to balance his tugging accounts: 'Now then for a + look at Man and Wife': except that he made Debit stand for the portly + frisky female, Credit the decorous and contracted other half, a prim + gentleman of a constitutionally lean habit of body, remonstrating with + her. 'You seem to forget that we are married, my dear, and must walk in + step or bundle into the Bench,' Dan Merion used to say. + </p> + <p> + Diana had not so much to rebuke in Mr. Debit; or not at the first + reckoning. But his ways were curious. She grew distrustful of him, after + dismissing him with a quiet admonition and discovering a series of ambush + bills, which he must have been aware of when he was allowed to pass as an + honourable citizen. His answer to her reproaches pleaded the + necessitousness of his purchases and expenditure: a capital plea; and Mrs. + Credit was requested by him, in a courteous manner, to drive her pen the + faster, so that she might wax to a corresponding size and satisfy the + world's idea of fitness in couples. She would have costly furniture, + because it pleased her taste; and a French cook, for a like reason, in + justice to her guests; and trained servants; and her tribe of pensioners; + flowers she would have profuse and fresh at her windows and over the + rooms; and the pictures and engravings on the walls were (always for the + good reason mentioned) choice ones; and she had a love of old lace, she + loved colours as she loved cheerfulness, and silks, and satin hangings, + Indian ivory carvings, countless mirrors, Oriental woods, chairs and desks + with some feature or a flourish in them, delicate tables with antelope + legs, of approved workmanship in the chronology of European upholstery, + and marble clocks of cunning device to symbol Time, mantelpiece + decorations, illustrated editions of her favourite authors; her + bed-chambers, too, gave the nest for sleep a dainty cosiness in aerial + draperies. Hence, more or less directly, the peccant bills. Credit was + reduced to reckon to a nicety the amount she could rely on positively: her + fixed income from her investments and the letting of The Crossways: the + days of half-yearly payments that would magnify her to some proportions + beside the alarming growth of her partner, who was proud of it, and + referred her to the treasures she could summon with her pen, at a murmur + of dissatisfaction. His compliments were sincere; they were seductive. He + assured her that she had struck a rich vein in an inexhaustible mine; by + writing only a very little faster she could double her income; counting a + broader popularity, treble it; and so on a tide of success down the + widening river to a sea sheer golden. Behold how it sparkles! Are we then + to stint our winged hours of youth for want of courage to realize the + riches we can command? Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable. + </p> + <p> + Another calculator, an accustomed and lamentably-scrupulous arithmetician, + had been at work for some time upon a speculative summing of the outlay of + Diana's establishment, as to its chances of swamping the income. Redworth + could guess pretty closely the cost of a house hold, if his care for the + holder set him venturing on aver ages. He knew nothing of her ten per + cent. investment and considered her fixed income a beggarly regiment to + marshal against the invader. He fancied however, in his ignorance of + literary profits, that a popular writer, selling several editions, had + come to an El Dorado. There was the mine. It required a diligent worker. + Diana was often struck by hearing Redworth ask her when her next book + might be expected. He appeared to have an eagerness in hurrying her to + produce, and she had to say that she was not a nimble writer. His + flattering impatience was vexatious. He admired her work, yet he did his + utmost to render it little admirable. His literary taste was not that of + young Arthur Rhodes, to whom she could read her chapters, appearing to + take counsel upon them while drinking the eulogies: she suspected him of + prosaic ally wishing her to make money, and though her exchequer was + beginning to know the need of it, the author's lofty mind disdained such + sordidness: to be excused, possibly, for a failing productive energy. She + encountered obstacles to imaginative composition. With the pen in her + hand, she would fall into heavy musings; break a sentence to muse, and not + on the subject. She slept unevenly at night, was drowsy by day, unless the + open air was about her, or animating friends. Redworth's urgency to get + her to publish was particularly annoying when she felt how greatly THE + YOUNG MINISTER OF STATE would have been improved had she retained the work + to brood over it, polish, re-write passages, perfect it. Her musings + embraced long dialogues of that work, never printed; they sprang up, they + passed from memory; leaving a distaste for her present work: THE + CANTATRICE: far more poetical than the preceding, in the opinion of Arthur + Rhodes; and the story was more romantic; modelled on a Prima Donna she had + met at the musical parties of Henry Wilmers, after hearing Redworth tell + of Charles Rainer's quaint passion for the woman, or the idea of the + woman. Diana had courted her, studied and liked her. The picture she was + drawing of the amiable and gifted Italian, of her villain Roumanian + husband, and of the eccentric, high-minded, devoted Englishman, was good + in a fashion; but considering the theme, she had reasonable apprehension + that her CANTATRICE would not repay her for the time and labour bestowed + on it. No clever transcripts of the dialogue of the day occurred; no + hair-breadth 'scapes, perils by sea and land, heroisms of the hero, fine + shrieks of the heroine; no set scenes of catching pathos and humour; no + distinguishable points of social satire—equivalent to a smacking of + the public on the chaps, which excites it to grin with keen discernment of + the author's intention. She did not appeal to the senses nor to a + superficial discernment. So she had the anticipatory sense of its failure; + and she wrote her best, in perverseness; of course she wrote slowly; she + wrote more and more realistically of the characters and the downright + human emotions, less of the wooden supernumeraries of her story, labelled + for broad guffaw or deluge tears—the grappling natural links between + our public and an author. Her feelings were aloof. They flowed at a hint + of a scene of THE YOUNG MINISTER. She could not put them into THE + CANTATRICE. And Arthur Rhodes pronounced this work poetical beyond its + predecessors, for the reason that the chief characters were alive and the + reader felt their pulses. He meant to say, they were poetical inasmuch as + they were creations. + </p> + <p> + The slow progress of a work not driven by the author's feelings + necessitated frequent consultations between Debit and Credit, resulting in + altercations, recriminations, discord of the yoked and divergent couple. + To restore them to their proper trot in harness, Diana reluctantly went to + her publisher for an advance item of the sum she was to receive, and the + act increased her distaste. An idea came that she would soon cease to be + able to write at all. What then? Perhaps by selling her invested money, + and ultimately The Crossways, she would have enough for her term upon + earth. Necessarily she had to think that short, in order to reckon it as + nearly enough. 'I am sure,' she said to herself, 'I shall not trouble the + world very long.' A strange languor beset her; scarcely melancholy, for + she conceived the cheerfulness of life and added to it in company; but a + nervelessness, as though she had been left by the stream on the banks, and + saw beauty and pleasure sweep along and away, while the sun that primed + them dried her veins. At this time she was gaining her widest reputation + for brilliancy of wit. Only to welcome guests were her evenings ever spent + at home. She had no intimate understanding of the deadly wrestle of the + conventional woman with her nature which she was undergoing below the + surface. Perplexities she acknowledged, and the prudence of guardedness. + 'But as I am sure not to live very long, we may as well meet.' Her + meetings with Percy Dacier were therefore hardly shunned; and his + behaviour did not warn her to discountenance them. It would have been + cruel to exclude him from her select little dinners of eight. Whitmonby, + Westlake, Henry Wilmers and the rest, she perhaps aiding, schooled him in + the conversational art. She heard it said of him, that the courted + discarder of the sex, hitherto a mere politician, was wonderfully + humanized. Lady Pennon fell to talking of him hopefully. She declared him + to be one of the men who unfold tardily, and only await the mastering + passion. If the passion had come, it was controlled. His command of + himself melted Diana. How could she forbid his entry to the houses she + frequented? She was glad to see him. He showed his pleasure in seeing her. + Remembering his tentative indiscretion on those foreign sands, she + reflected that he had been easily checked: and the like was not to be said + of some others. Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness + that contrasts touchingly with the self-restraint of a particular admirer. + Her 'impassioned Caledonian' was one of a host, to speak of whom and their + fits of lunacy even to her friend Emma, was repulsive. She bore with them, + foiled them, passed them, and recovered her equanimity; but the contrast + called to her to dwell on it, the self-restraint whispered of a depth of + passion.... + </p> + <p> + She was shocked at herself for a singular tremble 'she experienced, + without any beating of the heart, on hearing one day that the marriage of + Percy Dacier and Miss Asper was at last definitely fixed. Mary Paynham + brought her the news. She had it from a lady who had come across Miss + Asper at Lady Wathin's assemblies, and considered the great heiress + extraordinarily handsome. + </p> + <p> + 'A golden miracle,' Diana gave her words to say. 'Good looks and gold + together are rather superhuman. The report may be this time true.' Next + afternoon the card of Lady Wathin requested Mrs. Warwick to grant her a + private interview. + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin, as one of the order of women who can do anything in a holy + cause, advanced toward Mrs. Warwick, unabashed by the burden of her + mission, and spinally prepared, behind benevolent smilings, to repay + dignity of mien with a similar erectness of dignity. They touched fingers + and sat. The preliminaries to the matter of the interview were brief + between ladies physically sensible of antagonism and mutually too scornful + of subterfuges in one another's presence to beat the bush. + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin began. 'I am, you are aware, Mrs. Warwick, a cousin of your + friend Lady Dunstane.' + </p> + <p> + 'You come to me on business?' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + 'It may be so termed. I have no personal interest in it. I come to lay + certain facts before you which I think you should know. We think it better + that an acquaintance, and one of your sex, should state the case to you, + instead of having recourse to formal intermediaries, lawyers—' + </p> + <p> + 'Lawyers?' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, my husband is a lawyer, it is true. In the course of his + professional vocations he became acquainted with Mr. Warwick. We have + latterly seen a good deal of him. He is, I regret to say, seriously + unwell.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have heard of it.' + </p> + <p> + 'He has no female relations, it appears. He needs more care than he can + receive from hirelings.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are you empowered by him, Lady Wathin?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am, Mrs. Warwick. We will not waste time in apologies. He is most + anxious for a reconciliation. It seems to Sir Cramborne and to me the most + desireable thing for all parties concerned, if you can be induced to + regard it in that light. Mr. Warwick may or may not live; but the + estrangement is quite undoubtedly the cause of his illness. I touch on + nothing connected with it. I simply wish that you should not be in + ignorance of his proposal and his condition.' + </p> + <p> + Diana bowed calmly. 'I grieve at his condition. His proposal has already + been made and replied to.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, but, Mrs. Warwick, an immediate and decisive refusal of a proposal so + fraught with consequences...!' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, but, Lady Wathin, you are now outstepping the limits prescribed by + the office you have undertaken.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will not lend ear to an intercession?' + </p> + <p> + 'I will not.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course, Mrs. Warwick, it is not for me to hint at things that lawyers + could say on the subject.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your forbearance is creditable, Lady Wathin.' + </p> + <p> + 'Believe me, Mrs. Warwick, the step is—I speak in my husband's name + as well as my own—strongly to be advised.' + </p> + <p> + 'If I hear one word more of it, I leave the country.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should be sorry indeed at any piece of rashness depriving your numerous + friends of your society. We have recently become acquainted with Mr. + Redworth, and I know the loss you would be to them. I have not attempted + an appeal to your feelings, Mrs. Warwick.' + </p> + <p> + 'I thank you warmly, Lady Wathin, for what you have not done.' + </p> + <p> + The aristocratic airs of Mrs. Warwick were annoying to Lady Wathin when + she considered that they were borrowed, and that a pattern morality could + regard the woman as ostracized: nor was it agreeable to be looked at + through eyelashes under partially lifted brows. She had come to appeal to + the feelings of the wife; at any rate, to discover if she had some and was + better than a wild adventuress. + </p> + <p> + 'Our life below is short!' she said. To which Diana tacitly assented. + </p> + <p> + 'We have our little term, Mrs. Warwick. It is soon over.' + </p> + <p> + 'On the other hand, the platitudes concerning it are eternal.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin closed her eyes, that the like effect might be produced on her + ears. 'Ah! they are the truths. But it is not my business to preach. + Permit me to say that I feel deeply for your husband.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am glad of Mr. Warwick's having friends; and they are many, I hope.' + </p> + <p> + 'They cannot behold him perishing, without an effort on his behalf.' + </p> + <p> + A chasm of silence intervened. Wifely pity was not sounded in it. + </p> + <p> + 'He will question me, Mrs. Warwick.' + </p> + <p> + 'You can report to him the heads of our conversation, Lady Wathin.' + </p> + <p> + 'Would you—it is your husband's most earnest wish; and our house is + open to his wife and to him for the purpose; and it seems to us that... + indeed it might avert a catastrophe you would necessarily deplore:—would + you consent to meet him at my house?' + </p> + <p> + 'It has already been asked, Lady Wathin, and refused.' + </p> + <p> + 'But at my house-under our auspices!' + </p> + <p> + Diana glanced at the clock. 'Nowhere.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is it not—pardon me—a wife's duty, Mrs. Warwick, at least to + listen?' + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Wathin, I have listened to you.' + </p> + <p> + 'In the case of his extreme generosity so putting it, for the present, + Mrs. Warwick, that he asks only to be heard personally by his wife! It may + preclude so much.' + </p> + <p> + Diana felt a hot wind across her skin. + </p> + <p> + She smiled and said: 'Let me thank you for bringing to an end a mission + that must have been unpleasant to you.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you will meditate on it, Mrs. Warwick, will you not? Give me that + assurance!' + </p> + <p> + 'I shall not forget it,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + Again the ladies touched fingers, with an interchange of the social + grimace of cordiality. A few words of compassion for poor Lady Dunstane's + invalided state covered Lady Wathin's retreat. + </p> + <p> + She left, it struck her ruffled sentiments, an icy libertine, whom any + husband caring for his dignity and comfort was well rid of; and if only + she could have contrived allusively to bring in the name of Mr. Percy + Dacier, just to show these arrant coquettes, or worse, that they were not + quite so privileged to pursue their intrigues obscurely as they imagined, + it would have soothed her exasperation. + </p> + <p> + She left a woman the prey of panic. + </p> + <p> + Diana thought of Emma and Redworth, and of their foolish interposition to + save her character and keep her bound. She might now have been free! The + struggle with her manacles reduced her to a state of rebelliousness, from + which issued vivid illuminations of the one means of certain escape; an + abhorrent hissing cavern, that led to a place named Liberty, her refuge, + but a hectic place. + </p> + <p> + Unable to write, hating the house which held her a fixed mark for these + attacks, she had an idea of flying straight to her beloved Lugano lake, + and there hiding, abandoning her friends, casting off the slave's name she + bore, and living free in spirit. She went so far as to reckon the cost of + a small household there, and justify the violent step by an exposition of + retrenchment upon her large London expenditure. She had but to say + farewell to Emma, no other tie to cut! One morning on the Salvatore + heights would wash her clear of the webs defacing and entangling her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0024" id="link2HCH0024"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIV. INDICATES A SOUL PREPARED FOR DESPERATION + </h2> + <p> + The month was August, four days before the closing of Parliament, and + Diana fancied it good for Arthur Rhodes to run down with her to Copsley. + He came to her invitation joyfully, reminding her of Lady Dunstane's wish + to hear some chapters of THE CANTATRICE, and the MS. was packed. They + started, taking rail and fly, and winding up the distance on foot. August + is the month of sober maturity and majestic foliage, songless, but a + crowned and royal-robed queenly month; and the youngster's appreciation of + the homely scenery refreshed Diana; his delight in being with her was also + pleasant. She had no wish to exchange him for another; and that was a + strengthening thought. + </p> + <p> + At Copsley the arrival of their luggage had prepared the welcome. Warm + though it was, Diana perceived a change in Emma, an unwonted reserve, a + doubtfulness of her eyes, in spite of tenderness; and thus thrown back on + herself, thinking that if she had followed her own counsel (as she called + her impulse) in old days, there would have been no such present misery, + she at once, and unconsciously, assumed a guarded look. Based on her + knowledge of her honest footing, it was a little defiant. Secretly in her + bosom it was sharpened to a slight hostility by the knowledge that her + mind had been straying. The guilt and the innocence combined to clothe her + in mail, the innocence being positive, the guilt so vapoury. But she was + armed only if necessary, and there was no requirement for armour. Emma did + not question at all. She saw the alteration in her Tony: she was too full + of the tragic apprehensiveness, overmastering her to speak of trifles. She + had never confided to Tony the exact nature and the growth of her malady, + thinking it mortal, and fearing to alarm her dearest. + </p> + <p> + A portion of the manuscript was read out by Arthur Rhodes in the evening; + the remainder next morning. Redworth perceptibly was the model of the + English hero; and as to his person, no friend could complain of the + sketch; his clear-eyed heartiness, manliness, wholesomeness—a word + of Lady Dunstane's regarding him,—and his handsome braced figure, + were well painted. Emma forgave the insistance on a certain bluntness of + the nose, in consideration of the fond limning of his honest and + expressive eyes, and the 'light on his temples,' which they had noticed + together. She could not so easily forgive the realistic picture of the + man: an exaggeration, she thought, of small foibles, that even if they + existed, should not have been stressed. The turn for 'calculating' was + shown up ridiculously; Mr. Cuthbert Dering was calculating in his + impassioned moods as well as in his cold. His head was a long division of + ciphers. He had statistics for spectacles, and beheld the world through + them, and the mistress he worshipped. + </p> + <p> + 'I see,' said Emma, during a pause; 'he is a Saxon. You still affect to + have the race en grippe, Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'I give him every credit for what he is,' Diana replied. 'I admire the + finer qualities of the race as much as any one. You want to have them + presented to you in enamel, Emmy.' + </p> + <p> + But the worst was an indication that the mania for calculating in and out + of season would lead to the catastrophe destructive of his happiness. Emma + could not bear that. Without asking herself whether it could be possible + that Tony knew the secret, or whether she would have laid it bare, her + sympathy for Redworth revolted at the exposure. She was chilled. She let + it pass; she merely said: 'I like the writing.' + </p> + <p> + Diana understood that her story was condemned. + </p> + <p> + She put on her robes of philosophy to cloak discouragement. 'I am glad the + writing pleases you.' + </p> + <p> + 'The characters are as true as life!' cried Arthur Rhodes. 'The Cantatrice + drinking porter from the pewter at the slips after harrowing the hearts of + her audience, is dearer to me than if she had tottered to a sofa declining + sustenance; and because her creatrix has infused such blood of life into + her that you accept naturally whatever she does. She was exhausted, and + required the porter, like a labourer in the cornfield.' + </p> + <p> + Emma looked at him, and perceived the poet swamped by the admirer. Taken + in conjunction with Mr. Cuthbert Dering's frenzy for calculating, she + disliked the incident of the porter and the pewter. + </p> + <p> + 'While the Cantatrice swallowed her draught, I suppose Mr. Dering counted + the cost?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'It really might be hinted,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + The discussion closed with the accustomed pro and con upon the wart of + Cromwell's nose, Realism rejoicing in it, Idealism objecting. + </p> + <p> + Arthur Rhodes was bidden to stretch his legs on a walk along the heights + in the afternoon, and Emma was further vexed by hearing Tony complain of + Redworth's treatment of the lad, whom he would not assist to any of the + snug little posts he was notoriously able to dispense. + </p> + <p> + 'He has talked of Mr. Rhodes to me,' said Emma. 'He thinks the profession + of literature a delusion, and doubts the wisdom of having poets for + clerks.' + </p> + <p> + 'John-Bullish!' Diana exclaimed. 'He speaks contemptuously of the poor + boy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Only inasmuch as the foolishness of the young man in throwing up the Law + provokes his practical mind to speak.' + </p> + <p> + 'He might take my word for the “young man's” ability. I want him to have + the means of living, that he may write. He has genius.' + </p> + <p> + 'He may have it. I like him, and have said so. If he were to go back to + his law-stool, I have no doubt that Redworth would manage to help him.' + </p> + <p> + 'And make a worthy ancient Braddock of a youth of splendid promise! Have I + sketched him too Saxon?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is the lens, and hot the tribe, Tony.' + </p> + <p> + THE CANTATRICE was not alluded to any more; but Emma's disapproval blocked + the current of composition, already subject to chokings in the brain of + the author. Diana stayed three days at Copsley, one longer than she had + intended, so that Arthur Rhodes might have his fill of country air. + </p> + <p> + 'I would keep him, but I should be no companion for him,' Emma said. + </p> + <p> + 'I suspect the gallant squire is only to be satisfied by landing me + safely,' said Diana, and that small remark grated, though Emma saw the + simple meaning. When they parted, she kissed her Tony many times. Tears + were in her eyes. It seemed to Diana that she was anxious to make amends + for the fit of alienation, and she was kissed in return warmly, quite + forgiven, notwithstanding the deadly blank she had caused in the + imagination of the writer for pay, distracted by the squabbles of Debit + and Credit. + </p> + <p> + Diana chatted spiritedly to young Rhodes on their drive to the train. She + was profoundly discouraged by Emma's disapproval of her work. It wanted + but that one drop to make a recurrence to the work impossible. There it + must lie! And what of the aspects of her household?—Perhaps, after + all, the Redworths of the world are right, and Literature as a profession + is a delusive pursuit. She did not assent to it without hostility to the + world's Redworths.—'They have no sensitiveness, we have too much. We + are made of bubbles that a wind will burst, and as the wind is always + blowing, your practical Redworths have their crow of us.' + </p> + <p> + She suggested advice to Arthur Rhodes upon the prudence of his resuming + the yoke of the Law. + </p> + <p> + He laughed at such a notion, saying that he had some expectations of money + to come. + </p> + <p> + 'But I fear,' said he, 'that Lady Dunstane is very very ill. She begged me + to keep her informed of your address.' + </p> + <p> + Diana told him he was one of those who should know it whithersoever she + went. She spoke impulsively, her sentiments of friendliness for the youth + being temporarily brightened by the strangeness of Emma's conduct in + deputing it to him to fulfil a duty she had never omitted. 'What can she + think I am going to do!' + </p> + <p> + On her table at home lay, a letter from Mr. Warwick. She read it hastily + in the presence of Arthur Rhodes, having at a glance at the handwriting + anticipated the proposal it contained and the official phrasing. + </p> + <p> + Her gallant squire was invited to dine with her that evening, costume + excused. + </p> + <p> + They conversed of Literature as a profession, of poets dead and living, of + politics, which he abhorred and shied at, and of his prospects. He wrote + many rejected pages, enjoyed an income of eighty pounds per annum, and + eked out a subsistence upon the modest sum his pen procured him; a sum + extremely insignificant; but great Nature was his own, the world was + tributary to him, the future his bejewelled and expectant bride. Diana + envied his youthfulness. Nothing is more enviable, nothing richer to the + mind, than the aspect of a cheerful poverty. How much nobler it was, + contrasted with Redworth's amassing of wealth! + </p> + <p> + When alone, she went to her bedroom and tried to write, tried to sleep. + Mr. Warwick's letter was looked at. It seemed to indicate a threat; but + for the moment it did not disturb her so much as the review of her moral + prostration. She wrote some lines to her lawyers, quoting one of Mr. + Warwick's sentences. That done, his letter was dismissed. Her intolerable + languor became alternately a defeating drowsiness and a fever. She + succeeded in the effort to smother the absolute cause: it was not suffered + to show a front; at the cost of her knowledge of a practised + self-deception. 'I wonder whether the world is as bad as a certain class + of writers tell us!' she sighed in weariness, and mused on their soundings + and probings of poor humanity, which the world accepts for the very bottom + truth if their dredge brings up sheer refuse of the abominable. The world + imagines those to be at our nature's depths who are impudent enough to + expose its muddy shallows. She was in the mood for such a kind of writing: + she could have started on it at once but that the theme was wanting; and + it may count on popularity, a great repute for penetration. It is true of + its kind, though the dredging of nature is the miry form of art. When it + flourishes we may be assured we have been overenamelling the higher forms. + She felt, and shuddered to feel, that she could draw from dark stores. + Hitherto in her works it had been a triumph of the good. They revealed a + gaping deficiency of the subtle insight she now possessed. 'Exhibit + humanity as it is, wallowing, sensual, wicked, behind the mask,' a voice + called to her; she was allured by the contemplation of the wide-mouthed + old dragon Ego, whose portrait, decently painted, establishes an instant + touch of exchange between author and public, the latter detected and + confessing. Next to the pantomime of Humour and Pathos, a cynical surgical + knife at the human bosom seems the surest talisman for this agreeable + exchange; and she could cut. She gave herself a taste of her powers. She + cut at herself mercilessly, and had to bandage the wound in a hurry to + keep in life. + </p> + <p> + Metaphors were her refuge. Metaphorically she could allow her mind to + distinguish the struggle she was undergoing, sinking under it. The + banished of Eden had to put on metaphors, and the common use of them has + helped largely to civilize us. The sluggish in intellect detest them, but + our civilization is not much indebted to that major faction. Especially + are they needed by the pedestalled woman in her conflict with the natural. + Diana saw herself through the haze she conjured up. 'Am I worse than other + women?' was a piercing twithought. Worse, would be hideous isolation. The + not worse, abased her sex. She could afford to say that the world was bad: + not that women were. + </p> + <p> + Sinking deeper, an anguish of humiliation smote her to a sense of + drowning. For what of the poetic ecstasy on her Salvatore heights had not + been of origin divine? had sprung from other than spiritual founts? had + sprung from the reddened sources she was compelled to conceal? Could it + be? She would not believe it. But there was matter to clip her wings, + quench her light, in the doubt. + </p> + <p> + She fell asleep like the wrecked flung ashore. + </p> + <p> + Danvers entered her room at an early hour for London to inform her that + Mr. Percy Dacier was below, and begged permission to wait. + </p> + <p> + Diana gave orders for breakfast to be proposed to him. She lay staring at + the wall until it became too visibly a reflection of her mind. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0025" id="link2HCH0025"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXV. ONCE MORE THE CROSSWAYS AND A CHANGE OF TURNINGS + </h2> + <p> + The suspicion of his having come to impart the news of his proximate + marriage ultimately endowed her with sovereign calmness. She had need to + think it, and she did. Tea was brought to her while she dressed; she + descended the stairs revolving phrases of happy congratulation and the + world's ordinary epigrams upon the marriage-tie, neatly mixed. + </p> + <p> + They read in one another's faces a different meaning from the empty words + of excuse and welcome. Dacier's expressed the buckling of a strong set + purpose; but, grieved by the look of her eyes, he wasted a moment to say: + 'You have not slept. You have heard...?' + </p> + <p> + 'What?' said she, trying to speculate; and that was a sufficient answer. + </p> + <p> + 'I hadn't the courage to call last night; I passed the windows. Give me + your hand, I beg.' + </p> + <p> + She gave her hand in wonderment, and more wonderingly felt it squeezed. + Her heart began the hammerthump. She spoke an unintelligible something; + saw herself melting away to utter weakness-pride, reserve, simple + prudence, all going; crumbled ruins where had stood a fortress imposing to + men. Was it love? Her heart thumped shiveringly. + </p> + <p> + He kept her hand, indifferent to the gentle tension. + </p> + <p> + 'This is the point: I cannot live without you: I have gone on... Who was + here last night? Forgive me.' + </p> + <p> + 'You know Arthur Rhodes.' + </p> + <p> + 'I saw him leave the door at eleven. Why do you torture me? There's no + time to lose now. You will be claimed. Come, and let us two cut the knot. + It is the best thing in the world for me—the only thing. Be brave! I + have your hand. Give it for good, and for heaven's sake don't play the + sex. Be yourself. Dear soul of a woman! I never saw the soul in one but in + you. I have waited: nothing but the dread of losing you sets me speaking + now. And for you to be sacrificed a second time to that—! Oh, no! + You know you can trust me. On my honour, I take breath from you. You are + my better in everything—guide, goddess, dearest heart! Trust me; + make me master of your fate.' + </p> + <p> + 'But my friend!' the murmur hung in her throat. He was marvellously + transformed; he allowed no space for the arts of defence and evasion. + </p> + <p> + 'I wish I had the trick of courting. There's not time; and I 'm a + simpleton at the game. We can start this evening. Once away, we leave it + to them to settle the matter, and then you are free, and mine to the + death.' + </p> + <p> + 'But speak, speak! What is it?' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + 'That if we delay, I 'm in danger of losing you altogether.' + </p> + <p> + Her eyes lightened: 'You mean that you have heard he has determined—?' + </p> + <p> + 'There's a process of the law. But stop it. Just this one step, and it + ends. Whether intended or not, it hangs over you, and you will be + perpetually tormented. Why waste your whole youth?—and mine as well! + For I am bound to you as much as if we had stood at the altar—where + we will stand together the instant you are free.' + </p> + <p> + 'But where have you heard...?' + </p> + <p> + 'From an intimate friend. I will tell you—sufficiently intimate—from + Lady Wathin. Nothing of a friend, but I see this woman at times. She chose + to speak of it to me it doesn't matter why. She is in his confidence, and + pitched me a whimpering tale. Let those people chatter. But it 's exactly + for those people that you are hanging in chains, all your youth + shrivelling. Let them shout their worst! It's the bark of a day; and you + won't hear it; half a year, and it will be over, and I shall bring you + back—the husband of the noblest bride in Christendom! You don't + mistrust me?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is not that,' said she. 'But now drop my hand. I am imprisoned.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's asking too much. I've lost you—too many times. I have the hand + and I keep it. I take nothing but the hand. It's the hand I want. I give + you mine. I love you. Now I know what love is!—and the word carries + nothing of its weight. Tell me you do not doubt my honour.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not at all. But be rational. I must think, and I cannot while you keep my + hand.' + </p> + <p> + He kissed it. 'I keep my own against the world.' + </p> + <p> + A cry of rebuke swelled to her lips at his conqueror's tone. It was not + uttered, for directness was in his character and his wooing loyal—save + for bitter circumstances, delicious to hear; and so narrow was the ring he + had wound about her senses, that her loathing of the circumstances pushed + her to acknowledge within her bell of a heart her love for him. + </p> + <p> + He was luckless enough to say: 'Diana!' + </p> + <p> + It rang horridly of her husband. She drew her hand to loosen it, with + repulsing brows. 'Not that name!' + </p> + <p> + Dacier was too full of his honest advocacy of the passionate lover to take + a rebuff. There lay his unconscious mastery, where the common arts of + attack would have tripped him with a quick-witted woman, and where a man + of passion, not allowing her to succumb in dignity, would have alarmed her + to the breaking loose from him. + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Dunstane calls you Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is my dearest and oldest friend.' + </p> + <p> + 'You and I don't count by years. You are the dearest to me on earth, + Tony!' + </p> + <p> + She debated as to forbidding that name. + </p> + <p> + The moment's pause wrapped her in a mental hurricane, out of which she + came with a heart stopped, her olive cheeks ashen-hued. She had seen that + the step was possible. + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! Percy, Percy, are we mad?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not mad. We take what is ours. Tell me, have I ever, ever disrespected + you? You were sacred to me; and you are, though now the change has come. + Look back on it—it is time lost, years that are dust. But look + forward, and you cannot imagine our separation. What I propose is plain + sense for us two. Since Rovio, I have been at your feet. Have I not some + just claim for recompense? Tell me! Tony!' + </p> + <p> + The sweetness of the secret name, the privileged name, in his mouth stole + through her blood, melting resistance. + </p> + <p> + She had consented. The swarthy flaming of her face avowed it even more + than the surrender of her hand. He gained much by claiming little: he + respected her, gave her no touches of fright and shame; and it was her + glory to fall with pride. An attempt at a caress would have awakened her + view of the whitherward: but she was treated as a sovereign lady + rationally advised. + </p> + <p> + 'Is it since Rovio, Percy?' + </p> + <p> + 'Since the morning when you refused me one little flower.' + </p> + <p> + 'If I had given it, you might have been saved!' + </p> + <p> + 'I fancy I was doomed from the beginning.' + </p> + <p> + 'I was worth a thought?' + </p> + <p> + 'Worth a life! worth ten thousand!' + </p> + <p> + 'You have reckoned it all like a sane man:—family, position, the + world, the scandal?' + </p> + <p> + 'All. I have long known that you were the mate for me. You have to weather + a gale, Tony. It won't last. My dearest! it won't last many months. I + regret the trial for you, but I shall be with you, burning for the day to + reinstate you and show you the queen you are.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, we two can have no covert dealings, Percy,' said Diana. They would + be hateful—baseness! Rejecting any baseness, it seemed to her that + she stood in some brightness. The light was of a lurid sort. She called on + her heart to glory in it as the light of tried love, the love that defied + the world. Her heart rose. She and he would at a single step give proof of + their love for one another—and this kingdom of love—how + different from her recent craven languors!—this kingdom awaited her, + was hers for one word; and beset with the oceans of enemies, it was + unassailable. If only they were true to the love they vowed, no human + force could subvert it: and she doubted him as little as of herself. This + new kingdom of love, never entered by her, acclaiming her, was well-nigh + unimaginable, in spite of the many hooded messengers it had despatched to + her of late. She could hardly believe that it had come. + </p> + <p> + 'But see me as I am,' she said; she faltered it through her direct gaze on + him. + </p> + <p> + 'With chains to strike off? Certainly; it is done,' he replied. + </p> + <p> + 'Rather heavier than those of the slave-market! I am the deadest of + burdens. It means that your enemies, personal—if you have any, and + political—you have numbers; will raise a cry.... Realize it. You may + still be my friend. I forgive the bit of wildness.' + </p> + <p> + She provoked a renewed kissing of her hand; for magnammity in love is an + overflowing danger; and when he said: 'The burden you have to bear + outweighs mine out of all comparison. What is it to a man—a public + man or not! The woman is always the victim. That's why I have held myself + in so long:—her strung frame softened. She half yielded to the tug + on her arm. + </p> + <p> + 'Is there no talking for us without foolishness?' she murmured. The + foolishness had wafted her to sea, far from sight of land. 'Now sit, and + speak soberly. Discuss the matter.—Yes, my hand, but I must have my + wits. Leave me free to use them till we choose our path. Let it be the + brains between us, as far as it can. You ask me to join my fate to yours. + It signifies a sharp battle for you, dear friend; perhaps the blighting of + the most promising life in England. One question is, can I countervail the + burden I shall be, by such help to you as I can afford? Burden, is no word—I + rake up a buried fever. I have partially lived it down, and instantly I am + covered with spots. The old false charges and this plain offence make a + monster of me.' + </p> + <p> + 'And meanwhile you are at the disposal of the man who falsely charged you + and armed the world against you,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'I can fly. The world is wide.' + </p> + <p> + 'Time slips. Your youth is wasted. If you escape the man, he will have + triumphed in keeping you from me. And I thirst for you; I look to you for + aid and counsel; I want my mate. You have not to be told how you inspire + me? I am really less than half myself without you. If I am to do anything + in the world, it must be with your aid, you beside me. Our hands are + joined: one leap! Do you not see that after... well, it cannot be + friendship. It imposes rather more on me than I can bear. You are not the + woman to trifle; nor I; Tony, the man for it with a woman like you. You + are my spring of wisdom. You interdict me altogether—can you?—or + we unite our fates, like these hands now. Try to get yours away!' + </p> + <p> + Her effort ended in a pressure. Resistance, nay, to hesitate at the + joining of her life with his after her submission to what was a scorching + fire in memory, though it was less than an embrace, accused her of worse + than foolishness. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, then,' said she, 'wait three days. Deliberate. Oh! try to know + yourself, for your clear reason to guide you. Let us be something better + than the crowd abusing us, not simple creatures of impulse—as we + choose to call the animal. What if we had to confess that we took to our + heels the moment the idea struck us! Three days. We may then pretend to a + philosophical resolve. Then come to me: or write to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'How long is it since the old Rovio morning, Tony?' + </p> + <p> + 'An age.' + </p> + <p> + 'Date my deliberations from that day.' + </p> + <p> + The thought of hers having to be dated possibly from an earlier day, + robbed her of her summit of feminine isolation, and she trembled, chilled + and flushed; she lost all anchorage. + </p> + <p> + 'So it must be to-morrow,' said he, reading her closely, 'not later. + Better at once. But women are not to be hurried.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! don't class me, Percy, pray! I think of you, not of myself.' + </p> + <p> + 'You suppose that in a day or two I might vary?' + </p> + <p> + She fixed her eyes on him, expressing certainty of his unalterable + stedfastness. The look allured. It changed: her head shook. She held away + and said: 'No, leave me; leave me, dear, dear friend. Percy, my dearest! I + will not “play the sex.” I am yours if... if it is your wish. It may as + well be to-morrow. Here I am useless; I cannot write, not screw a thought + from my head. I dread that “process of the Law” a second time. To-morrow, + if it must be. But no impulses. Fortune is blind; she may be kind to us. + The blindness of Fortune is her one merit, and fools accuse her of it, and + they profit by it! I fear we all of us have our turn of folly: we throw + the stake for good luck. I hope my sin is not very great. I know my + position is desperate. I feel a culprit. But I am sure I have courage, + perhaps brains to help. At any rate, I may say this: I bring no burden to + my lover that he does not know of.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier pressed her hand. 'Money we shall have enough. My uncle has left me + fairly supplied.' + </p> + <p> + 'What would he think?' said Diana, half in a glimpse of meditation. + </p> + <p> + 'Think me the luckiest of the breeched. I fancy I hear him thanking you + for “making a man” of me.' + </p> + <p> + She blushed. Some such phrase might have been spoken by Lord Dannisburgh. + </p> + <p> + 'I have but a poor sum of money,' she said. 'I may be able to write + abroad. Here I cannot—if I am to be persecuted.' + </p> + <p> + 'You shall write, with a new pen!' said Dacier. 'You shall live, my + darling Tony. You have been held too long in this miserable suspension, + neither maid nor wife, neither woman nor stockfish. Ah! shameful. But we + 'll right it. The step, for us, is the most reasonable that could be + considered. You shake your head. But the circumstances make it so. + Courage, and we come to happiness! And that, for you and me, means work. + Look at the case of Lord and Lady Dulac. It's identical, except that she + is no match beside you: and I do not compare her antecedents with yours. + But she braved the leap, and forced the world to swallow it, and now, you + see, she's perfectly honoured. I know a place on a peak of the Maritime + Alps, exquisite in summer, cool, perfectly solitary, no English, snow + round us, pastures at our feet, and the Mediterranean below. There! my + Tony. To-morrow night we start. You will meet me-shall I call here?—well, + then at the railway station, the South-Eastern, for Paris: say, twenty + minutes to eight. I have your pledge? You will come?' + </p> + <p> + She sighed it, then said it firmly, to be worthy of him. Kind Fortune, + peeping under the edge of her bandaged eyes, appeared willing to bestow + the beginning of happiness upon one who thought she had a claim to a small + taste of it before she died. It seemed distinguishingly done, to give a + bite of happiness to the starving! + </p> + <p> + 'I fancied when you were announced that you came for congratulations upon + your approaching marriage, Percy.' + </p> + <p> + 'I shall expect to hear them from you to-morrow evening at the station, + dear Tony,' said he. + </p> + <p> + The time was again stated, the pledge repeated. He forbore entreaties for + privileges, and won her gratitude. + </p> + <p> + They named once more the place of meeting and the hour: more significant + to them than phrases of intensest love and passion. Pressing hands sharply + for pledge of good faith, they sundered. + </p> + <p> + She still had him in her eyes when he had gone. Her old world lay + shattered; her new world was up without a dawn, with but one figure, the + sun of it, to light the swinging strangeness. + </p> + <p> + Was ever man more marvellously transformed? or woman more wildly swept + from earth into the clouds? So she mused in the hum of her tempest of + heart and brain, forgetful of the years and the conditions preparing both + of them for this explosion. + </p> + <p> + She had much to do: the arrangements to dismiss her servants, write to + house-agents and her lawyer, and write fully to Emma, write the enigmatic + farewell to the Esquarts and Lady Pennon, Mary Paynham, Arthur Rhodes, + Whitmonby (stanch in friendship, but requiring friendly touches), Henry + Wilmers, and Redworth. He was reserved to the last, for very enigmatical + adieux: he would hear the whole story from Emma; must be left to think as + he liked. + </p> + <p> + The vague letters were excellently well composed: she was going abroad, + and knew not when she would return; bade her friends think the best they + could of her in the meantime. Whitmonby was favoured with an anecdote, to + be read as an apologue by the light of subsequent events. But the letter + to Emma tasked Diana. Intending to write fully, her pen committed the + briefest sentences: the tenderness she felt for Emma wakening her heart to + sing that she was loved, loved, and knew love at last; and Emma's foreseen + antagonism to the love and the step it involved rendered her pleadings in + exculpation a stammered confession of guiltiness, ignominious, unworthy of + the pride she felt in her lover. 'I am like a cartridge rammed into a gun, + to be discharged at a certain hour tomorrow,' she wrote; and she sealed a + letter so frigid that she could not decide to post it. All day she + imagined hearing a distant cannonade. The light of the day following was + not like earthly light. Danvers assured her there was no fog in London. + </p> + <p> + 'London is insupportable; I am going to Paris, and shall send for you in a + week or two,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Allow me to say, ma'am, that you had better take me with you,' said + Danvers. + </p> + <p> + 'Are you afraid of travelling by yourself, you foolish creature?' + </p> + <p> + 'No, ma'am, but I don't like any hands to undress and dress my mistress + but my own.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have not lost the art,' said Diana, chafing for a magic spell to + extinguish the woman, to whom, immediately pitying her, she said: 'You are + a good faithful soul. I think you have never kissed me. Kiss me on the + forehead.' + </p> + <p> + Danvers put her lips to her mistress's forehead, and was asked: 'You still + consider yourself attached to my fortunes?' + </p> + <p> + 'I do, ma'am, at home or abroad; and if you will take me with you...' + </p> + <p> + 'Not for a week or so.' + </p> + <p> + 'I shall not be in the way, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + They played at shutting eyes. The petition of Danvers was declined; which + taught her the more; and she was emboldened to say: 'Wherever my mistress + goes, she ought to have her attendant with her.' There was no answer to it + but the refusal. + </p> + <p> + The hours crumbled slowly, each with a blow at the passages of retreat. + Diana thought of herself as another person, whom she observed, not + counselling her, because it was a creature visibly pushed by the Fates. In + her own mind she could not perceive a stone of solidity anywhere, nor a + face that had the appearance of our common life. She heard the cannon at + intervals. The things she said set Danvers laughing, and she wondered at + the woman's mingled mirth and stiffness. Five o'clock struck. Her letters + were sent to the post. Her boxes were piled from stairs to door. She read + the labels, for her good-bye to the hated name of Warwick:—why ever + adopted! Emma might well have questioned why! Women are guilty of such + unreasoning acts! But this was the close to that chapter. The hour of six + went by. Between six and seven came a sound of knocker and bell at the + street-door. Danvers rushed into the sitting-room to announce that it was + Mr. Redworth. Before a word could be mustered, Redworth was in the room. + He said: 'You must come with me at once!' + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0026" id="link2HCH0026"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVI. IN WHICH A DISAPPOINTED LOVER RECEIVES A MULTITUDE OF + LESSONS + </h2> + <p> + Dacier welted at the station, a good figure of a sentinel over his luggage + and a spy for one among the inpouring passengers. Tickets had been + confidently taken, the private division of the carriages happily secured. + On board the boat she would be veiled. Landed on French soil, they threw + off disguises, breasted the facts. And those? They lightened. He smarted + with his eagerness. + </p> + <p> + He had come well in advance of the appointed time, for he would not have + had her hang about there one minute alone. + </p> + <p> + Strange as this adventure was to a man of prominent station before the + world, and electrical as the turning-point of a destiny that he was given + to weigh deliberately and far-sightedly, Diana's image strung him to the + pitch of it. He looked nowhere but ahead, like an archer putting hand for + his arrow. + </p> + <p> + Presently he compared his watch and the terminus clock. She should now be + arriving. He went out to meet her and do service. Many cabs and carriages + were peered into, couples inspected, ladies and their maids, wives and + their husbands—an August exodus to the Continent. Nowhere the starry + she. But he had a fund of patience. She was now in some block of the + streets. He was sure of her, sure of her courage. Tony and recreancy could + not go together. Now that he called her Tony, she was his close comrade, + known; the name was a caress and a promise, breathing of her, as the rose + of sweetest earth. He counted it to be a month ere his family would have + wind of the altered position of his affairs, possibly a year to the day of + his making the dear woman his own in the eyes of the world. She was dear + past computation, womanly, yet quite unlike the womanish woman, unlike the + semi-males courteously called dashing, unlike the sentimental. His present + passion for her lineaments, declared her surpassingly beautiful, though + his critical taste was rather for the white statue that gave no warmth. + She had brains and ardour, she had grace and sweetness, a playful + petulancy enlivening our atmosphere, and withal a refinement, a + distinction, not to be classed; and justly might she dislike the being + classed. Her humour was a perennial refreshment, a running well, that + caught all the colours of light; her wit studded the heavens of the + recollection of her. In his heart he felt that it was a stepping down for + the brilliant woman to give him her hand; a condescension and an act of + valour. She who always led or prompted when they conversed, had now in her + generosity abandoned the lead and herself to him, and she deserved his + utmost honouring. + </p> + <p> + But where was she? He looked at his watch, looked at the clock. They said + the same: ten minutes to the moment of the train's departure. + </p> + <p> + A man may still afford to dwell on the charms and merits of his heart's + mistress while he has ten minutes to spare. The dropping minutes, however, + detract one by one from her individuality and threaten to sink her in her + sex entirely. It is the inexorable clock that says she is as other women. + Dacier began to chafe. He was unaccustomed to the part he was performing:—and + if she failed him? She would not. She would be late, though. No, she was + in time! His long legs crossed the platform to overtake a tall lady veiled + and dressed in black. He lifted his hat; he heard an alarmed little cry + and retired. The clock said, Five minutes: a secret chiromancy in addition + indicating on its face the word Fool. An odd word to be cast at him! It + rocked the icy pillar of pride in the background of his nature. Certainly + standing solos at the hour of eight P.M., he would stand for a fool. + Hitherto he had never allowed a woman to chance to posture him in that + character. He strode out, returned, scanned every lady's shape, and for a + distraction watched the veiled lady whom he had accosted. Her figure + suggested pleasant features. Either she was disappointed or she was an + adept. At the shutting of the gates she glided through, not without a + fearful look around and at him. She disappeared. Dacier shrugged. His + novel assimilation to the rat-rabble of amatory intriguers tapped him on + the shoulder unpleasantly. A luckless member of the fraternity too! The + bell, the clock and the train gave him his title. 'And I was ready to + fling down everything for the woman!' The trial of a superb London + gentleman's resources in the love-passion could not have been much keener. + No sign of her. + </p> + <p> + He who stands ready to defy the world, and is baffled by the absence of + his fair assistant, is the fool doubled, so completely the fool that he + heads the universal shout; he does not spare himself. The sole consolation + he has is to revile the sex. Women! women! Whom have they not made a fool + of! His uncle as much as any—and professing to know them. Him also! + the man proud of escaping their wiles. 'For this woman...!' he went on + saying after he had lost sight of her in her sex's trickeries. The nearest + he could get to her was to conceive that the arrant coquette was now + laughing at her utter subjugation and befooling of the man popularly + supposed invincible. If it were known of him! The idea of his being a + puppet fixed for derision was madly distempering. He had only to ask the + affirmative of Constance Asper to-morrow! A vision of his determination to + do it, somewhat comforted him. + </p> + <p> + Dacier walked up and down the platform, passing his pile of luggage, + solitary and eloquent on the barrow. Never in his life having been made to + look a fool, he felt the red heat of the thing, as a man who has not + blessedly become acquainted with the swish in boyhood finds his untempered + blood turn to poison at a blow; he cannot healthily take a licking. But + then it had been so splendid an insanity when he urged Diana to fly with + him. Any one but a woman would have appreciated the sacrifice. + </p> + <p> + His luggage had to be removed. He dropped his porter a lordly fee and + drove home. From that astonished solitude he strolled to his Club. + Curiosity mastering the wrath it was mixed with, he left his Club and + crossed the park southward in the direction of Diana's house, abusing her + for her inveterate attachment to the regions of Westminster. There she + used to receive Lord Dannisburgh; innocently, no doubt-assuredly quite + innocently; and her husband had quitted the district. Still it was rather + childish for a woman to-be always haunting the seats of Parliament. Her + disposition to imagine that she was able to inspire statesmen came in for + a share of ridicule; for when we know ourselves to be ridiculous, a retort + in kind, unjust upon consideration, is balm. The woman dragged him down to + the level of common men; that was the peculiar injury, and it swept her + undistinguished into the stream of women. In appearance, as he had proved + to the fellows at his Club, he was perfectly self-possessed, mentally + distracted and bitter, hating himself for it, snapping at the cause of it. + She had not merely disappointed, she had slashed his high conceit of + himself, curbed him at the first animal dash forward, and he champed the + bit with the fury of a thwarted racer. + </p> + <p> + Twice he passed her house. Of course no light was shown at her windows. + They were scanned malignly. + </p> + <p> + He held it due to her to call and inquire whether there was any truth in + the report of Mrs. Warwick's illness. Mrs. Warwick! She meant to keep the + name. + </p> + <p> + A maid-servant came to the door with a candle in her hand revealing red + eyelids. She was not aware that her mistress was unwell. Her mistress had + left home some time after six o'clock with a gentleman. She was unable to + tell him the gentleman's name. William, the footman, had opened the door + to him. Her mistress's maid Mrs. Danvers had gone to the Play—with + William. She thought that Mrs. Danvers might know who the gentleman was. + The girl's eyelids blinked, and she turned aside. Dacier consoled her with + a piece of gold, saying he would come and see Mrs. Danvers in the morning. + </p> + <p> + His wrath was partially quieted by the new speculations offered up to it. + He could not conjure a suspicion of treachery in Diana Warwick; and a + treachery so foully cynical! She had gone with a gentleman. He guessed on + all sides; he struck at walls, as in complete obscurity. + </p> + <p> + The mystery of her conduct troubling his wits for the many hours was + explained by Danvers. With a sympathy that she was at pains to show, she + informed him that her mistress was not at all unwell, and related of how + Mr. Redworth had arrived just when her mistress was on the point of + starting for Paris and the Continent; because poor Lady Dunstane was this + very day to undergo an operation under the surgeons at Copsley, and she + did not wish her mistress to be present, but Mr. Redworth thought her + mistress ought to be there, and he had gone down thinking she was there, + and then came back in hot haste to fetch her, and was just in time, as it + happened, by two or three minutes. + </p> + <p> + Dacier rewarded the sympathetic woman for her intelligence, which appeared + to him to have shot so far as to require a bribe. Gratitude to the person + soothing his unwontedly ruffled temper was the cause of the indiscretion + in the amount he gave. + </p> + <p> + It appeared to him that he ought to proceed to Copsley for tidings of Lady + Dunstane. Thither he sped by the handy railway and a timely train. He + reached the parkgates at three in the afternoon, telling his flyman to + wait. As he advanced by short cuts over the grass, he studied the look of + the rows of windows. She was within, and strangely to his clouded senses + she was no longer Tony, no longer the deceptive woman he could in justice + abuse. He and she, so close to union, were divided. A hand resembling the + palpable interposition of Fate had swept them asunder. Having the poorest + right—not any—to reproach her, he was disarmed, he felt + himself a miserable intruder; he summoned his passion to excuse him, and + gained some unsatisfied repose of mind by contemplating its devoted + sincerity; which roused an effort to feel for the sufferer—Diana + Warwick's friend. With the pair of surgeons named, the most eminent of + their day, in attendance, the case must be serious. To vindicate the + breaker of her pledge, his present plight likewise assured him of that, + and nearing the house he adopted instinctively the funeral step and mood, + just sensible of a novel smallness. For the fortifying testimony of his + passion had to be put aside, he was obliged to disavow it for a simpler + motive if he applied at the door. He stressed the motive, produced the + sentiment, and passed thus naturally into hypocrisy, as lovers + precipitated by their blood among the crises of human conditions are often + forced to do. He had come to inquire after Lady Dunstane. He remembered + that it had struck him as a duty, on hearing of her dangerous illness. + </p> + <p> + The door opened before he touched the bell. Sir Lukin knocked against him + and stared. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah!—who—?—you?' he said, and took him by the arm and + pressed him on along the gravel. 'Dacier, are you? Redworth's in there. + Come on a step, come! It's the time for us to pray. Good God! There's + mercy for sinners. If ever there was a man!... But, oh, good God! she's in + their hands this minute. My saint is under the knife.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier was hurried forward by a powerful hand. 'They say it lasts about + five minutes, four and a half—or more! My God! When they turned me + out of her room, she smiled to keep me calm. She said: “Dear husband”: the + veriest wretch and brutallest husband ever poor woman... and a saint! a + saint on earth! Emmy!' Tears burst from him. + </p> + <p> + He pulled forth his watch and asked Dacier for the time. + </p> + <p> + 'A minute's gone in a minute. It's three minutes and a half. Come faster. + They're at their work! It's life or death. I've had death about me. But + for a woman! and your wife! and that brave soul! She bears it so. Women + are the bravest creatures afloat. If they make her shriek, it'll be only + if she thinks I 'm out of hearing. No: I see her. She bears it!—They + mayn't have begun yet. It may all be over! Come into the wood. I must + pray. I must go on my knees.' + </p> + <p> + Two or three steps in the wood, at the mossed roots of a beech, he fell + kneeling, muttering, exclaiming. + </p> + <p> + The tempest of penitence closed with a blind look at his watch, which he + left dangling. He had to talk to drug his thoughts. + </p> + <p> + 'And mind you,' said he, when he had rejoined Dacier and was pushing his + arm again, rounding beneath the trees to a view of the house, 'for a man + steeped in damnable iniquity! She bears it all for me, because I begged + her, for the chance of her living. It's my doing—this knife! + Macpherson swears there is a chance. Thomson backs him. But they're at + her, cutting! ... The pain must be awful—the mere pain! The gentlest + creature ever drew breath! And women fear blood—and her own! And a + head! She ought to have married the best man alive, not a—! I can't + remember her once complaining of me—not once. A common donkey + compared to her! All I can do is to pray. And she knows the beast I am, + and has forgiven me. There isn't a blessed text of Scripture that doesn't + cry out in praise of her. And they cut and hack...!' He dropped his head. + The vehement big man heaved, shuddering. His lips worked fast. + </p> + <p> + 'She is not alone with them, unsupported?' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin moaned for relief. He caught his watch swinging and stared at + it. 'What a good fellow you were to come! Now 's the time to know your + friends. There's Diana Warwick, true as steel. Redworth came on her tiptoe + for the Continent; he had only to mention... Emmy wanted to spare her. She + would not have sent—wanted to spare her the sight. I offered to + stand by... Chased me out. Diana Warwick's there:—worth fifty of me! + Dacier, I've had my sword-blade tried by Indian horsemen, and I know what + true as steel means. She's there. And I know she shrinks from the sight of + blood. My oath on it, she won't quiver a muscle! Next to my wife, you may + take my word for it, Dacier, Diana Warwick is the pick of living women. I + could prove it. They go together. I could prove it over and over. She 's + the loyallest woman anywhere. Her one error was that marriage of hers, and + how she ever pitched herself into it, none of us can guess.' After a + while, he said: 'Look at your watch.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nearly twenty minutes gone.' + </p> + <p> + 'Are they afraid to send out word? It's that window!' He covered his eyes, + and muttered, sighed. He became abruptly composed in appearance. 'The + worst of a black sheep like me is, I'm such an infernal sinner, that + Providence!... But both surgeons gave me their word of honour that there + was a chance. A chance! But it's the end of me if Emmy.... Good God! no! + the knife's enough; don't let her be killed! It would be murder. Here am I + talking! I ought to be praying. I should have sent for the parson to help + me; I can't get the proper words—bellow like a rascal trooper strung + up for the cat. It must be twenty-five minutes now. Who's alive now!' + </p> + <p> + Dacier thought of the Persian Queen crying for news of the slaughtered, + with her mind on her lord and husband: 'Who is not dead?' Diana exalted + poets, and here was an example of the truth of one to nature, and of the + poor husband's depth of feeling. They said not the same thing, but it was + the same cry de profundis. + </p> + <p> + He saw Redworth coming at a quick pace. + </p> + <p> + Redworth raised his hand. Sir Lukin stopped. 'He's waving!' + </p> + <p> + 'It's good,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'Speak! are you sure?' + </p> + <p> + 'I judge by the look.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth stepped unfalteringly. + </p> + <p> + 'It's over, all well,' he said. He brushed his forehead and looked sharply + cheerful. + </p> + <p> + 'My dear fellow! my dear fellow!' Sir Lukin grasped his hand. 'It's more + than I deserve. Over? She has borne it! She would have gone to heaven and + left me! + </p> + <p> + Is she safe?' + </p> + <p> + 'Doing well.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have you seen the surgeons?' + </p> + <p> + 'Mrs. Warwick.' + </p> + <p> + 'What did she say?' + </p> + <p> + 'A nod of the head.' + </p> + <p> + 'You saw her?' + </p> + <p> + 'She came to the stairs.' + </p> + <p> + 'Diana Warwick never lies. She wouldn't lie, not with a nod! They've saved + Emmy—do you think?' + </p> + <p> + 'It looks well.' + </p> + <p> + My girl has passed the worst of it?' + </p> + <p> + 'That's over.' + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin gazed glassily. The necessity of his agony was to lean to the + belief, at a beckoning, that Providence pardoned him, in tenderness for + what would have been his loss. He realized it, and experienced a sudden + calm: testifying to the positive pardon. + </p> + <p> + 'Now, look here, you two fellows, listen half a moment,' he addressed + Redworth and Dacier; 'I've been the biggest scoundrel of a husband unhung, + and married to a saint; and if she's only saved to me; I'll swear to serve + her faithfully, or may a thunderbolt knock me to perdition! and thank God + for his justice! Prayers are answered, mind you, though a fellow may be as + black as a sweep. Take a warning from me. I've had my lesson.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier soon after talked of going. The hope of seeing Diana had abandoned + him, the desire was almost extinct. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin could not let him go. He yearned to preach to him or any one + from his personal text of the sinner honourably remorseful on account of + and notwithstanding the forgiveness of Providence, and he implored Dacier + and Redworth by turns to be careful when they married of how they behaved + to—the sainted women their wives; never to lend ear to the devil, + nor to believe, as he had done, that there is no such thing as a devil, + for he had been the victim of him, and he knew. The devil, he loudly + proclaimed, has a multiplicity of lures, and none more deadly than when he + baits with a petticoat. He had been hooked, and had found the devil in + person. He begged them urgently to keep his example in memory. By + following this and that wildfire he had stuck himself in a bog—a + common result with those who would not see the devil at work upon them; + and it required his dear suffering saint to be at death's doors, cut to + pieces and gasping, to open his eyes. But, thank heaven, they were opened + at last! Now he saw the beast he was: a filthy beast! unworthy of tying + his wife's shoestring. No confessions could expose to them the beast he + was. But let them not fancy there was no such thing as an active DEVIL + about the world. + </p> + <p> + Redworth divined that the simply sensational man abased himself before + Providence and heaped his gratitude on the awful Power in order to render + it difficult for the promise of the safety of his wife to be withdrawn. + </p> + <p> + He said: 'There is good hope'; and drew an admonition upon himself. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! my dear good Redworth,' Sir Lukin sighed from his elevation of + outspoken penitence: 'you will see as I do some day. It is the devil, + think as you like of it. When you have pulled down all the Institutions of + the Country, what do you expect but ruins? That Radicalism of yours has + its day. You have to go through a wrestle like mine to understand it. You + say, the day is fine, let's have our game. Old England pays for it! Then + you'll find how you love the old land of your birth—the noblest ever + called a nation!—with your Corn Law Repeals!—eh, Dacier?—You + 'll own it was the devil tempted you. I hear you apologizing. Pray God, it + mayn't be too late!' + </p> + <p> + He looked up at the windows. 'She may be sinking!' + </p> + <p> + 'Have no fears,' Redworth said; 'Mrs. Warwick would send for you.' + </p> + <p> + 'She would. Diana Warwick would be sure to send. Next to my wife, Diana + Warwick's... she'd send, never fear. I dread that room. I'd rather go + through a regiment of sabres—though it 's over now. And Diana + Warwick stood it. The worst is over, you told me. By heaven! women are + wonderful creatures. But she hasn't a peer for courage. I could trust her—most + extraordinary thing; that marriage of hers!—not a soul has ever been + able to explain it:—trust her to the death.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth left them, and Sir Lukin ejaculated on the merits of Diana + Warwick to Dacier. He laughed scornfully: 'And that's the woman the world + attacks for want of virtue! Why, a fellow hasn't a chance with her, not a + chance. She comes out in blazing armour if you unmask a battery. I don't + know how it might be if she were in love with a fellow. I doubt her + thinking men worth the trouble. I never met the man. But if she were to + take fire, Troy 'd be nothing to it. I wonder whether we might go in: I + dread the house.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier spoke of departing. + </p> + <p> + 'No, no, wait,' Sir Lukin begged him. 'I was talking about women. They are + the devil—or he makes most use of them: and you must learn to see + the cloven foot under their petticoats, if you're to escape them. There's + no protection in being in love with your wife; I married for love; I am, I + always have been, in love with her; and I went to the deuce. The music + struck up and away I waltzed. A woman like Diana Warwick might keep a + fellow straight, because she's all round you; she's man and woman in + brains; and legged like a deer, and breasted like a swan, and a regular + sheaf of arrows—in her eyes. Dark women—ah! But she has a + contempt for us, you know. That's the secret of her.—Redworth 's at + the door. Bad? Is it bad? I never was particularly fond of that house—hated + it. I love it now for Emmy's sake. I couldn't live in another—though + I should be haunted. Rather her ghost than nothing—though I'm an + infernal coward about the next world. But if you're right with religion + you needn't fear. What I can't comprehend in Redworth is his Radicalism, + and getting richer and richer.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's not a vow of poverty,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'He'll find they don't coalesce, or his children will. Once the masses are + uppermost! It's a bad day, Dacier, when we 've no more gentlemen in the + land. Emmy backs him, so I hold my tongue. To-morrow's a Sunday. I wish + you were staying here; I 'd take you to church with me-we shirk it when we + haven't a care. It couldn't do you harm. I've heard capital sermons. I've + always had the good habit of going to church, Dacier. Now 's the time for + remembering them. Ah, my dear fellow, I 'm not a parson. It would have + been better for me if I had been.' + </p> + <p> + And for you too! his look added plainly. He longed to preach; he was + impelled to chatter. + </p> + <p> + Redworth reported the patient perfectly quiet, breathing calmly. + </p> + <p> + 'Laudanum?' asked Sir Lukin. 'Now there's a poison we've got to bless! And + we set up in our wisdom for knowing what is good for us!' + </p> + <p> + He had talked his hearers into a stupefied assent to anything he uttered. + </p> + <p> + 'Mrs. Warwick would like to see you in two or three minutes; she will come + down,' Redworth said to Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'That looks well, eh? That looks bravely,' Sir Lukin cried. 'Diana, + Warwick wouldn't leave the room without a certainty. I dread the look of + those men; I shall have to shake their hands! And so I do, with all my + heart: only—But God bless them! But we must go in, if she's coming + down.' + </p> + <p> + They entered the house, and sat in the drawing-room, where Sir Lukin took + up from the table one of his wife's Latin books, a Persius, bearing her + marginal notes. He dropped his head on it, with sobs. + </p> + <p> + The voice of Diana recalled him to the present. She counselled him to + control himself; in that case he might for one moment go to the + chamber-door and assure himself by the silence that his wife was resting. + She brought permission from the surgeons and doctor, on his promise to be + still. + </p> + <p> + Redworth supported Sir Lukin tottering out. + </p> + <p> + Dacier had risen. He was petrified by Diana's face, and thought of her as + whirled from him in a storm, bearing the marks of it. Her underlip hung + for short breaths; the big drops of her recent anguish still gathered on + her brows; her eyes were tearless, lustreless; she looked ancient in + youth, and distant by a century, like a tall woman of the vaults, issuing + white-ringed, not of our light. + </p> + <p> + She shut her mouth for strength to speak to him. + </p> + <p> + He said: 'You are not ill? You are strong?' + </p> + <p> + 'I? Oh, strong. I will sit. I cannot be absent longer than two minutes. + The trial of her strength is to come. If it were courage, we might be + sure. The day is fine?' + </p> + <p> + 'A perfect August day.' + </p> + <p> + 'I held her through it. I am thankful to heaven it was no other hand than + mine. She wished to spare me. She was glad of her Tony when the time came. + I thought I was a coward—I could have changed with her to save her; + I am a strong woman, fit to submit to that work. I should not have borne + it as she did. She expected to sink under it. All her dispositions were + made for death-bequests to servants and to... to friends: every secret + liking they had, thought of!' + </p> + <p> + Diana clenched her hands. + </p> + <p> + 'I hope!' Dacier said. + </p> + <p> + 'You shall hear regularly. Call at Sir William's house to-morrow. He + sleeps here to-night. The suspense must last for days. It is a question of + vital power to bear the shock. She has a mind so like a flying spirit + that, just before the moment, she made Mr. Lanyan Thomson smile by quoting + some saying of her Tony's.' + </p> + <p> + 'Try by-and-by to recollect it,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'And you were with that poor man! How did he pass the terrible time? I + pitied him.' + </p> + <p> + 'He suffered; he prayed.' + </p> + <p> + 'It was the best he could do. Mr. Redworth was as he always is at the + trial, a pillar. Happy the friend who knows him for one! He never thinks + of himself in a crisis. He is sheer strength to comfort and aid. They will + drive you to the station with Mr. Thomson. He returns to relieve Sir + William to-morrow. I have learnt to admire the men of the knife! No + profession equals theirs in self-command and beneficence. Dr. Bridgenorth + is permanent here.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have a fly, and go back immediately,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'She shall hear of your coming. Adieu.' + </p> + <p> + Diana gave him her hand. It was gently pressed. + </p> + <p> + A wonderment at the utter change of circumstances took Dacier passingly at + the sight of her vanishing figure. + </p> + <p> + He left the house, feeling he dared have no personal wishes. It had ceased + to be the lover's hypocrisy with him. + </p> + <p> + The crisis of mortal peril in that house enveloped its inmates, and so + wrought in him as to enshroud the stripped outcrying husband, of whom he + had no clear recollection, save of the man's agony. The two women, + striving against death, devoted in friendship, were the sole living images + he brought away; they were a new vision of the world and our life. + </p> + <p> + He hoped with Diana, bled with her. She rose above him high, beyond his + transient human claims. He envied Redworth the common friendly right to be + near her. In reflection, long after, her simplicity of speech, washed pure + of the blood-emotions, for token of her great nature, during those two + minutes of their sitting together, was, dearer, sweeter to the lover than + if she had shown by touch or word that a faint allusion to their severance + was in her mind; and this despite a certain vacancy it created. + </p> + <p> + He received formal information of Lady Dunstane's progress to + convalescence. By degrees the simply official tone of Diana's letters + combined with the ceasing of them and the absence of her personal charm to + make a gentleman not remarkable for violence in the passion so calmly + reasonable as to think the dangerous presence best avoided for a time. + Subject to fits of the passion, he certainly was, but his position in the + world was a counselling spouse, jealous of his good name. He did not + regret his proposal to take the leap; he would not have regretted it if + taken. On the safe side of the abyss, however, it wore a gruesome look to + his cool blood. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0027" id="link2HCH0027"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVII. CONTAINS MATTER FOR SUBSEQUENT EXPLOSION + </h2> + <p> + Among the various letters inundating Sir Lukin Dunstane upon the report of + the triumph of surgical skill achieved by Sir William Macpherson and Mr. + Lanyan Thomson, was one from Lady Wathin, dated Adlands, an estate of Mr. + Quintin Manx's in Warwickshire, petitioning for the shortest line of + reassurance as to the condition of her dear cousin, and an intimation of + the period when it might be deemed possible for a relative to call and + offer her sincere congratulations: a letter deserving a personal reply, + one would suppose. She received the following, in a succinct female hand + corresponding to its terseness; every 't' righteously crossed, every 'i' + punctiliously dotted, as she remarked to Constance Asper, to whom the + communication was transferred for perusal: + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'DEAR LADY WATHIN,—Lady Dunstane is gaining strength. The measure + of her pulse indicates favourably. She shall be informed in good + time of your solicitude for her recovery. The day cannot yet be + named for visits of any kind. You will receive information as soon + as the house is open. + + 'I have undertaken the task of correspondence, and beg you to + believe me, + + 'Very truly yours, + 'D. A. WARWICK.' +</pre> + <p> + Miss Asper speculated on the handwriting of her rival. She obtained + permission to keep the letter, with the intention of transmitting it per + post to an advertising interpreter of character in caligraphy. + </p> + <p> + Such was the character of the fair young heiress, exhibited by her + performances much more patently than the run of a quill would reveal it. + </p> + <p> + She said, 'It is rather a pretty hand, I think.' + </p> + <p> + 'Mrs. Warwick is a practised writer,' said Lady Wathin. 'Writing is her + profession, if she has any. She goes to nurse my cousin. Her husband says + she is an excellent nurse. He says what he can for her. But you must be in + the last extremity, or she is ice. His appeal to her has been totally + disregarded. Until he drops down in the street, as his doctor expects him + to do some day, she will continue her course; and even then...' An + adventuress desiring her freedom! Lady Wathin looked. She was too devout a + woman to say what she thought. But she knew the world to be very wicked. + Of Mrs. Warwick, her opinion was formed. She would not have charged the + individual creature with a criminal design; all she did was to stuff the + person her virtue abhorred with the wickedness of the world, and that is a + common process in antipathy. + </p> + <p> + She sympathized, moreover, with the beautiful devotedness of the wealthy + heiress to her ideal of man. It had led her to make the acquaintance of + old Lady Dacier, at the house in town, where Constance Asper had first met + Percy; Mrs. Grafton Winstanley's house, representing neutral territory or + debateable land for the occasional intercourse of the upper class and the + climbing in the professions or in commerce; Mrs. Grafton Winstanley being + on the edge of aristocracy by birth, her husband, like Mr. Quintin Manx, a + lord of fleets. Old Lady Dacier's bluntness in speaking of her grandson + would have shocked Lady Wathin as much as it astonished, had she been less + of an ardent absorber of aristocratic manners. Percy was plainly called a + donkey, for hanging off and on with a handsome girl of such expectations + as Miss Asper. 'But what you can't do with a horse, you can't hope to do + with a donkey.' She added that she had come for the purpose of seeing the + heiress, of whose points of person she delivered a judgement critically + appreciative as a horsefancier's on the racing turf. 'If a girl like that + holds to it, she's pretty sure to get him at last. It 's no use to pull + his neck down to the water.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin delicately alluded to rumours of an entanglement, an + admiration he had, ahem. + </p> + <p> + 'A married woman,' the veteran nodded. 'I thought that was off? She must + be a clever intriguer to keep him so long.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is undoubtedly clever,' said Lady Wathin, and it was mumbled in her + hearing: 'The woman seems to have a taste for our family.' + </p> + <p> + They agreed that they could see nothing to be done. The young lady must + wither, Mrs. Warwick have her day. The veteran confided her experienced + why to Lady Wathin: 'All the tales you tell of a woman of that sort are + sharp sauce to the palates of men.' + </p> + <p> + They might be, to the men of the dreadful gilded idle class! + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Warwick's day appeared indefinitely prolonged, judging by Percy + Dacier's behaviour to Miss Asper. Lady Wathin watched them narrowly when + she had the chance, a little ashamed of her sex, or indignant rather at + his display of courtliness in exchange for her open betrayal of her + preference. It was almost to be wished that she would punish him by + sacrificing herself to one of her many brilliant proposals of marriage. + But such are women!—precisely because of his holding back he + tightened the cord attaching him to her tenacious heart. This was the + truth. For the rest, he was gracefully courteous; an observer could + perceive the charm he exercised. He talked with a ready affability, + latterly with greater social ease; evidently not acting the indifferent + conqueror, or so consummately acting it as to mask the air. And yet he was + ambitious, and he was not rich. Notoriously was he ambitious, and with + wealth to back him, a great entertaining house, troops of adherents, he + would gather influence, be propelled to leadership. The vexation of a + constant itch to speak to him on the subject, and the recognition, that he + knew it all as well as she, tormented Lady Wathin. He gave her comforting + news of her dear cousin in the Winter. + </p> + <p> + 'You have heard from Mrs. Warwick?' she said. + </p> + <p> + He replied, 'I had the latest from Mr. Redworth.' + </p> + <p> + 'Mrs. Warwick has relinquished her post?' + </p> + <p> + 'When she does, you may be sure that Lady Dunstane is, perfectly + reestablished.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is an excellent nurse.' + </p> + <p> + 'The best, I believe.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is a good quality in sickness.' + </p> + <p> + 'Proof of good all through.' + </p> + <p> + 'Her husband might have the advantage of it. His state is really pathetic. + If she has feeling, and could only be made aware, she might perhaps be + persuaded to pass from the friendly to the wifely duty.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Dacier bent his head to listen, and he bowed. + </p> + <p> + He was fast in the toils; and though we have assurance that evil cannot + triumph in perpetuity, the aspect of it throning provokes a kind of + despair. How strange if ultimately the lawyers once busy about the uncle + were to take up the case of the nephew, and this time reverse the issue, + by proving it! For poor Mr. Warwick was emphatic on the question of his + honour. It excited him dangerously. He was long-suffering, but with the + slightest clue terrible. The unknotting of the entanglement might thus + happen—and Constance Asper would welcome her hero still. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile there was actually nothing to be done: a deplorable absence of + motive villainy; apparently an absence of the beneficent Power directing + events to their proper termination. Lady Wathin heard of her cousin's + having been removed to Cowes in May, for light Solent and Channel voyages + on board Lord Esquart's yacht. She heard also of heavy failures and + convulsions in the City of London, quite unconscious that the Fates, or + agents of the Providence she invoked to precipitate the catastrophe, were + then beginning cavernously their performance of the part of villain in + Diana's history. + </p> + <p> + Diana and Emma enjoyed happy quiet sailings under May breezes on the + many-coloured South-western waters, heart in heart again; the physical + weakness of the one, the moral weakness of the other, creating that mutual + dependency which makes friendship a pulsating tie. Diana's confession had + come of her letter to Emma. When the latter was able to examine her + correspondence, Diana brought her the heap for perusal, her own sealed + scribble, throbbing with all the fatal might-have-been, under her eyes. + She could have concealed and destroyed it. She sat beside her friend, + awaiting her turn, hearing her say at the superscription: 'Your writing, + Tony?' and she nodded. She was asked: 'Shall I read it?' She answered: + 'Read.' They were soon locked in an embrace. Emma had no perception of + coldness through those brief dry lines; her thought was of the matter. + </p> + <p> + 'The danger is over now?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, that danger is over now.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have weathered it?' + </p> + <p> + 'I love him.' + </p> + <p> + Emma dropped a heavy sigh in pity of her, remotely in compassion for + Redworth, the loving and unbeloved. She was too humane and wise of our + nature to chide her Tony for having her sex's heart. She had charity to + bestow on women; in defence of them against men and the world, it was a + charity armed with the weapons of battle. The wife madly stripped before + the world by a jealous husband, and left chained to the rock, her youth + wasting, her blood arrested, her sensibilities chilled and assailing her + under their multitudinous disguises, and for whom the world is merciless, + called forth Emma's tenderest commiseration; and that wife being Tony, and + stricken with the curse of love, in other circumstances the blessing, Emma + bled for her. + </p> + <p> + 'But nothing desperate?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'No; you have saved me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I would knock at death's doors again, and pass them, to be sure of that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Kiss me; you may be sure. I would not put my lips to your cheek if there + were danger of my faltering.' + </p> + <p> + 'But you love him.' + </p> + <p> + 'I do: and because I love him I will not let him be fettered to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will see him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do not imagine that his persuasions undermined your Tony. I am subject to + panics.' + </p> + <p> + 'Was it your husband?' + </p> + <p> + 'I had a visit from Lady Wathin. She knows him. She came as peacemaker. + She managed to hint at his authority. Then came a letter from him—of + supplication, interpenetrated with the hint: a suffused atmosphere. Upon + that; unexpected by me, my—let me call him so once, forgive me!—lover + came. Oh! he loves me, or did then. Percy! He had been told that I should + be claimed. I felt myself the creature I am—a wreck of marriage. But + I fancied I could serve him:—I saw golden. My vanity was the chief + traitor. Cowardice of course played a part. In few things that we do, + where self is concerned, will cowardice not be found. And the + hallucination colours it to seem a lovely heroism. That was the second + time Mr. Redworth arrived. I am always at crossways, and he rescues me; on + this occasion unknowingly.' + </p> + <p> + 'There's a divinity...' said Emma. 'When I think of it I perceive that + Patience is our beneficent fairy godmother, who brings us our harvest in + the long result.' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear, does she bring us our labourers' rations, to sustain us for the + day?' said Diana.' + </p> + <p> + 'Poor fare, but enough.' + </p> + <p> + 'I fear I was born godmotherless.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have stores of patience, Tony; only now and then fits of + desperation.' + </p> + <p> + 'My nature's frailty, the gap in it: we will give it no fine names—they + cover our pitfalls. I am open to be carried on a tide of unreasonableness + when the coward cries out. But I can say, dear, that after one rescue, a + similar temptation is unlikely to master me. I do not subscribe to the + world's decrees for love of the monster, though I am beginning to + understand the dues of allegiance. We have ceased to write letters. You + may have faith in me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have, with my whole soul,' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + So the confession closed; and in the present instance there were not any + forgotten chambers to be unlocked and ransacked for addenda confessions. + </p> + <p> + The subjects discoursed of by the two endeared the hours to them. They + were aware that the English of the period would have laughed a couple of + women to scorn for venturing on them, and they were not a little hostile + in consequence, and shot their epigrams profusely, applauding the keener + that appeared to score the giant bulk of their intolerant enemy, who holds + the day, but not the morrow. Us too he holds for the day, to punish us if + we have temporal cravings. He scatters his gifts to the abject; tossing to + us rebels bare dog-biscuit. But the life of the spirit is beyond his + region; we have our morrow in his day when we crave nought of him. Diana + and Emma delighted to discover that they were each the rebel of their + earlier and less experienced years; each a member of the malcontent minor + faction, the salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment, + as they admitted, relishing it determinedly, not without gratification. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin was busy upon his estate in Scotland. They summoned young Arthur + Rhodes to the island, that he might have a taste of the new scenes. Diana + was always wishing for his instruction and refreshment; and Redworth came + to spend a Saturday and Sunday with them, and showed his disgust of the + idle boy, as usual, at the same time consulting them on the topic of + furniture for the Berkshire mansion he had recently bought, rather + vaunting the Spanish pictures his commissioner in Madrid was transmitting. + The pair of rebels, vexed by his treatment of the respectful junior, took + him for an incarnation of their enemy, and pecked and worried the man + astonishingly. He submitted to it like the placable giant. Yes, he was a + Liberal, and furnishing and decorating the house in the stability of which + he trusted. Why not? We must accept the world as it is, try to improve it + by degrees.—Not so: humanity will not wait for you, the victims are + shrieking beneath the bricks of your enormous edifice, behind the canvas + of your pictures. 'But you may really say that luxurious yachting is an + odd kind of insurgency,' avowed Diana. 'It's the tangle we are in.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's the coat we have to wear; and why fret at it for being comfortable?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't half enough, when I think of my shivering neighbours.' + </p> + <p> + 'Money is of course a rough test of virtue,' said Redworth. 'We have no + other general test.' + </p> + <p> + Money! The ladies proclaimed it a mere material test; Diana, gazing on + sunny sea, with an especial disdain. And name us your sort of virtue. + There is more virtue in poverty, He denied that. Inflexibly British, he + declared money, and also the art of getting money, to be hereditary + virtues, deserving of their reward. The reward a superior wealth and its + fruits? Yes, the power to enjoy and spread enjoyment: and let idleness + envy both! He abused idleness, and by implication the dilettante + insurgency fostering it. However, he was compensatingly heterodox in his + view of the Law's persecution of women; their pertinacious harpings on the + theme had brought him to that; and in consideration of the fact, as they + looked from yacht to shore, of their being rebels participating largely in + the pleasures of the tyrant's court, they allowed him to silence them, and + forgave him. + </p> + <p> + Thoughts upon money and idleness were in confusion with Diana. She had a + household to support in London, and she was not working; she could not + touch THE CANTATRICE while Emma was near. Possibly, she again ejaculated, + the Redworths of the world were right: the fruitful labours were with the + mattock and hoe, or the mind directing them. It was a crushing invasion of + materialism, so she proposed a sail to the coast of France, and thither + they flew, touching Cherbourg, Alderney, Sark, Guernsey, and sighting the + low Brittany rocks. Memorable days to Arthur Rhodes. He saw perpetually + the one golden centre in new scenes. He heard her voice, he treasured her + sayings; her gestures, her play of lip and eyelid, her lift of head, + lightest movements, were imprinted on him, surely as the heavens are + mirrored in the quiet seas, firmly and richly as earth answers to the + sprinkled grain. For he was blissfully athirst, untroubled by a hope. She + gave him more than she knew of: a present that kept its beating heart into + the future; a height of sky, a belief in nobility, permanent through + manhood down to age. She was his foam-born Goddess of those leaping + waters; differently hued, crescented, a different influence. He had a + happy week, and it charmed Diana to hear him tell her so. In spite of + Redworth, she had faith in the fruit-bearing powers of a time of simple + happiness, and shared the youth's in reflecting it. Only the happiness + must be simple, that of the glass to the lovely face: no straining of arms + to retain, no heaving of the bosom in vacancy. + </p> + <p> + His poverty and capacity for pure enjoyment led her to think of him almost + clingingly when hard news reached her from the quaint old City of London, + which despises poverty and authorcraft and all mean adventurers, and bows + to the lordly merchant, the mighty financier, Redworth's incarnation of + the virtues. Happy days on board the yacht Clarissa! Diana had to recall + them with effort. They who sow their money for a promising high percentage + have built their habitations on the sides of the most eruptive mountain in + Europe. AEtna supplies more certain harvests, wrecks fewer vineyards and + peaceful dwellings. The greed of gain is our volcano. Her wonder leapt up + at the slight inducement she had received to embark her money in this + Company: a South-American mine, collapsed almost within hearing of the + trumpets of prospectus, after two punctual payments of the half-yearly + interest. A Mrs. Ferdinand Cherson, an elder sister of the pretty Mrs. + Fryar-Gunnett, had talked to her of the cost of things one afternoon at + Lady Singleby's garden-party, and spoken of the City as the place to help + to swell an income, if only you have an acquaintance with some of the + chief City men. The great mine was named, and the rush for allotments. She + knew a couple of the Directors. They vowed to her that ten per cent. was a + trifle; the fortune to be expected out of the mine was already clearly + estimable at forties and fifties. For their part they anticipated cent. + per cent. Mrs. Cherson said she wanted money, and had therefore invested + in the mine. It seemed so consequent, the cost of things being enormous! + She and her sister Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett owned husbands who did their + bidding, because of their having the brains, it might be understood. Thus + five thousand pounds invested would speedily bring five thousand pounds + per annum. Diana had often dreamed of the City of London as the seat of + magic; and taking the City's contempt for authorcraft and the intangible + as, from its point of view, justly founded, she had mixed her dream + strangely with an ancient notion of the City's probity. Her broker's + shaking head did not damp her ardour for shares to the full amount of her + ability to purchase. She remembered her satisfaction at the allotment; the + golden castle shot up from this fountain mine. She had a frenzy for mines + and fished in some English with smaller sums. 'I am now a miner,' she had + exclaimed, between dismay at her audacity and the pride of it. Why had she + not consulted Redworth? He would peremptorily have stopped the frenzy in + its first intoxicating effervescence. She, like Mrs. Cherson, like all + women who have plunged upon the cost of things, wanted money. She + naturally went to the mine. Address him for counsel in the person of dupe, + she could not; shame was a barrier. Could she tell him that the prattle of + a woman, spendthrift as Mrs. Cherson, had induced her to risk her money? + Latterly the reports of Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett were not of the flavour to make + association of their names agreeable to his hearing. + </p> + <p> + She had to sit down in the buzz of her self-reproaches and amazement at + the behaviour of that reputable City, shrug, and recommence the labour of + her pen. Material misfortune had this one advantage; it kept her from + speculative thoughts of her lover, and the meaning of his absence and, + silence. + </p> + <p> + Diana's perusal of the incomplete CANTATRICE was done with the cold + critical eye interpreting for the public. She was forced to write on + nevertheless, and exactly in the ruts of the foregoing matter. It + propelled her. No longer perversely, of necessity she wrote her best, + convinced that the work was doomed to unpopularity, resolved that it + should be at least a victory in style. A fit of angry cynicism now and + then set her composing phrases as baits for the critics to quote, + condemnatory of the attractiveness of the work. Her mood was bad. In + addition, she found Whitmonby cool; he complained of the coolness of her + letter of adieu; complained of her leaving London so long. How could she + expect to be his Queen of the London Salon if she lost touch of the + topics? He made no other allusion. They were soon on amicable terms, at + the expense of flattering arts that she had not hitherto practised. But + Westlake revealed unimagined marvels of the odd corners of the masculine + bosom. He was the man of her circle the neatest in epigram, the widest of + survey, an Oriental traveller, a distinguished writer, and if not + personally bewitching, remarkably a gentleman of the world. He was + wounded; he said as much. It came to this: admitting that he had no + claims, he declared it to be unbearable for him to see another preferred. + The happier was unmentioned, and Diana scraped his wound by rallying him. + He repeated that he asked only to stand on equal terms with the others; + her preference of one was past his tolerance. She told him that since + leaving Lady Dunstane she had seen but Whitmonby, Wilmers, and him. He + smiled sarcastically, saying he had never had a letter from her, except + the formal one of invitation. + </p> + <p> + 'Powers of blarney, have you forsaken a daughter of Erin?' cried Diana. + 'Here is a friend who has a craving for you, and I talk sense to him. I + have written to none of my set since I last left London.' + </p> + <p> + She pacified him by doses of cajolery new to her tongue. She liked him, + abhorred the thought of losing any of her friends, so the cajoling + sentences ran until Westlake betrayed an inflammable composition, and had + to be put out, and smoked sullenly. Her resources were tried in restoring + him to reason. The months of absence from London appeared to have + transformed her world. Tonans was moderate. The great editor rebuked her + for her prolonged absence from London, not so much because it discrowned + her as Queen of the Salon, but candidly for its rendering her service less + to him. Everything she knew of men and affairs was to him stale. + </p> + <p> + 'How do you get to the secrets?' she asked. + </p> + <p> + 'By sticking to the centre of them,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'But how do you manage to be in advance and act the prophet?' + </p> + <p> + 'Because I will have them at any price, and that is known.' + </p> + <p> + She hinted at the peccant City Company. + </p> + <p> + 'I think I have checked the mining mania, as I did the railway,' said he; + 'and so far it was a public service. There's no checking of maniacs.' + </p> + <p> + She took her whipping within and without. 'On another occasion I shall + apply to you, Mr. Tonans.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, there was a time when you could have been a treasure to me,' he + rejoined; alluding of course to the Dannisburgh days. + </p> + <p> + In dejection, as she mused on those days, and on her foolish ambition to + have a London house where her light might burn, she advised herself, with + Redworth's voice, to quit the house, arrest expenditure, and try for + happiness by burning and shining in the spirit: devoting herself, as + Arthur Rhodes did, purely to literature. It became almost a decision. + </p> + <p> + Percy she had still neither written to nor heard from, and she dared not + hope to meet him. She fancied a wish to have tidings of his marriage: it + would be peace; if in desolation. Now that she had confessed and given her + pledge to Emma, she had so far broken with him as to render the holding + him chained a cruelty, and his reserve whispered of a rational acceptance + of the end between them. She thanked him for it; an act whereby she was: + instantly melted to such softness that a dread of him haunted her. Coward, + take up your burden for armour! she called to her poor dungeoned self + wailing to have common nourishment. She knew how prodigiously it waxed on + crumbs; nay, on the imagination of small morsels. By way of chastizing it, + she reviewed her life, her behaviour to her husband, until she sank + backward to a depth deprived of air and light. That life with her husband + was a dungeon to her nature deeper than any imposed by present conditions. + She was then a revolutionary to reach to the breath of day. She had now to + be, only not a coward, and she could breathe as others did. 'Women who sap + the moral laws pull down the pillars of the temple on their sex,' Emma had + said. Diana perceived something of her personal debt to civilization. Her + struggles passed into the doomed CANTATRICE occupying days and nights + under pressure for immediate payment; the silencing of friend Debit, + ridiculously calling himself Credit, in contempt of sex and conduct, on + the ground, that he was he solely by virtue of being she. He had got a + trick of singing operatic solos in the form and style of the delightful + tenor Tellio, and they were touching in absurdity, most real in unreality. + Exquisitely trilled, after Tellio's manner, + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + 'The tradesmen all beseech ye, + The landlord, cook and maid, + Complete THE CANTATRICE, + That they may soon be paid.' +</pre> + <p> + provoked her to laughter in pathos. He approached, posturing himself + operatically, with perpetual new verses, rhymes to Danvers, rhymes to + Madame Sybille, the cook. Seeing Tellio at one of Henry Wilmers' private + concerts, Diana's lips twitched to dimples at the likeness her familiar + had assumed. She had to compose her countenance to talk to him; but the + moment of song was the trial. Lady Singleby sat beside her, and remarked: + </p> + <p> + 'You have always fun going on in you!' She partook of the general + impression that Diana Warwick was too humorous to nurse a downright + passion. + </p> + <p> + Before leaving, she engaged Diana to her annual garden-party of the + closing season, and there the meeting with Percy occurred, not unobserved. + Had they been overheard, very little to implicate them would have been + gathered. He walked in full view across the lawn to her, and they + presented mask to mask. + </p> + <p> + 'The beauty of the day tempts you at last, Mrs. Warwick.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have been finishing a piece of work.' + </p> + <p> + Lovely weather, beautiful dresses: agreed. Diana wore a yellow robe with a + black bonnet, and he commented on the becoming hues; for the first time, + he noticed her dress! Lovely women? Dacier hesitated. One he saw. But + surely he must admire Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett? And who steps beside her, + transparently fascinated, with visage at three-quarters to the rays within + her bonnet? Can it be Sir Lukin Dunstane? and beholding none but his + charmer! + </p> + <p> + Dacier withdrew his eyes thoughtfully from the spectacle, and moved to woo + Diana to a stroll. She could not restrain her feet; she was out of the + ring of her courtiers for the moment. He had seized his opportunity. + </p> + <p> + 'It is nearly a year!' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'I have been nursing nearly all the time, doing the work I do best.' + </p> + <p> + 'Unaltered?' + </p> + <p> + 'A year must leave its marks.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tony!' + </p> + <p> + 'You speak of a madwoman, a good eleven months dead. Let her rest. Those + are the conditions.' + </p> + <p> + 'Accepted, if I may see her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Honestly accepted?' + </p> + <p> + 'Imposed fatally, I have to own. I have felt with you: you are the wiser. + But, admitting that, surely we can meet. I may see you?' + </p> + <p> + 'My house has not been shut.' + </p> + <p> + 'I respected the house. I distrusted myself.' + </p> + <p> + 'What restores your confidence?' + </p> + <p> + 'The strength I draw from you.' + </p> + <p> + One of the Beauties at a garden-party is lucky to get as many minutes as + had passed in quietness. Diana was met and captured. But those last words + of Percy's renewed her pride in him by suddenly building a firm faith in + herself. Noblest of lovers! she thought, and brooded on the little that + had been spoken, the much conveyed, for a proof of perfect truthfulness. + </p> + <p> + The world had watched them. It pronounced them discreet if culpable; + probably cold to the passion both. Of Dacier's coldness it had no doubt, + and Diana's was presumed from her comical flights of speech. She was given + to him because of the known failure of her other adorers. He in the front + rank of politicians attracted her with the lustre of his ambition; she him + with her mingling of talent and beauty. An astute world; right in the + main, owing to perceptions based upon brute nature; utterly astray in + particulars, for the reason that it takes no count of the soul of man or + woman. Hence its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy. And when + no catastrophe follows, the prophet, for the honour of the profession, + must decry her as cunning beyond aught yet revealed of a serpent sex. + </p> + <p> + Save for a word or two, the watchman might have overheard and trumpeted + his report of their interview at Diana's house. After the first pained + breathing, when they found themselves alone in that room where they had + plighted their fortunes, they talked allusively to define the terms + imposed on them by Reason. The thwarted step was unmentioned; it was a + past madness. But Wisdom being recognized, they could meet. It would be + hard if that were denied! They talked very little of their position; both + understood the mutual acceptance of it; and now that he had seen her and + was again under the spell, Dacier's rational mind, together with his + delight in her presence, compelled him honourably to bow to the terms. + Only, as these were severe upon lovers, the innocence of their meetings + demanded indemnification in frequency. + </p> + <p> + 'Come whenever you think I can be useful,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + They pressed hands at parting, firmly and briefly, not for the ordinary + dactylology of lovers, but in sign of the treaty of amity. + </p> + <p> + She soon learnt that she had tied herself to her costly household. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0028" id="link2HCH0028"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXVIII. DIALOGUE ROUND THE SUBJECT OF A PORTRAIT, WITH SOME + INDICATIONS OF THE TASK FOR DIANA + </h2> + <p> + An enamoured Egeria who is not a princess in her worldly state nor a + goddess by origin has to play one of those parts which strain the woman's + faculties past naturalness. She must never expose her feelings to her + lover; she must make her counsel weighty—otherwise she is little his + nymph of the pure wells, and what she soon may be, the world will say. She + has also, most imperatively, to dazzle him without the betrayal of + artifice, where simple spontaneousness is beyond conjuring. But feelings + that are constrained becloud the judgement besides arresting the fine jet + of delivery wherewith the mastered lover is taught through his ears to + think himself prompted, and submit to be controlled, by a creature + super-feminine. She must make her counsel so weighty in poignant praises + as to repress impulses that would rouse her own; and her betraying + impulsiveness was a subject of reflection to Diana after she had given + Percy Dacier, metaphorically, the key of her house. Only as true Egeria + could she receive him. She was therefore grateful, she thanked and + venerated this noblest of lovers for his not pressing to the word of love, + and so strengthening her to point his mind, freshen his moral energies and + inspirit him. His chivalrous acceptance of the conditions of their renewed + intimacy was a radiant knightliness to Diana, elevating her with a living + image for worship:—he so near once to being the absolute lord of her + destinies! How to reward him, was her sole dangerous thought. She prayed + and strove that she might give him of her best, to practically help him; + and she had reason to suppose she could do it, from the visible effect of + her phrases. He glistened in repeating them; he had fallen into the habit; + before witnesses too; in the presence of Miss Paynham, who had taken + earnestly to the art of painting, and obtained her dear Mrs. Warwick's + promise of a few sittings for the sketch of a portrait, near the close of + the season. 'A very daring thing to attempt,' Miss Paynham said, when he + was comparing her first outlines and the beautiful breathing features. + 'Even if one gets the face, the lips will seem speechless, to those who + know her.' + </p> + <p> + 'If they have no recollection,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'I mean, the endeavour should be to represent them at the moment of + speaking.' + </p> + <p> + 'Put it into the eyes.' He looked at the eyes. + </p> + <p> + She looked at the mouth. 'But it is the mouth, more than the eyes.' + </p> + <p> + He looked at the face. 'Where there is character, you have only to study + it to be sure of a likeness.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the task, with one who utters jewels, Mr. Dacier.' + </p> + <p> + 'Bright wit, I fear, is above the powers of your art.' + </p> + <p> + 'Still I feel it could be done. See—now—that!' + </p> + <p> + Diana's lips had opened to say: 'Confess me a model model: I am dissected + while I sit for portrayal. I must be for a moment like the frog of the two + countrymen who were disputing as to the manner of his death, when he + stretched to yawn, upon which they agreed that he had defeated the truth + for both of them. I am not quite inanimate.' + </p> + <p> + 'Irish countrymen,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'The story adds, that blows were arrested; so confer the nationality as + you please.' + </p> + <p> + Diana had often to divert him from a too intent perusal of her features + with sparkles and stories current or invented to serve the immediate + purpose. + </p> + <p> + Miss Paynham was Mrs. Warwick's guest for a fortnight, and observed them + together. She sometimes charitably laid down her pencil and left them, + having forgotten this or that. They were conversing of general matters + with their usual crisp precision on her return, and she was rather like + the two countrymen, in debating whether it was excess of coolness or + discreetness; though she was convinced of their inclinations, and expected + love some day to be leaping up. Diana noticed that she had no reminder for + leaving the room when it was Mr. Redworth present. These two had become + very friendly, according to her hopes; and Miss Paynham was extremely + solicitous to draw suggestions from Mr. Redworth and win his approval. + </p> + <p> + 'Do I appear likely to catch the mouth now, do you think, Mr. Redworth?' + </p> + <p> + He remarked, smiling at Diana's expressive dimple, that the mouth was + difficult to catch. He did not gaze intently. Mr. Redworth was the genius + of friendship, 'the friend of women,' Mrs. Warwick had said of him. Miss + Paynham discovered it, as regarded herself. The portrait was his + commission to her, kindly proposed, secretly of course, to give her + occupation and the chance of winning a vogue with the face of a famous + Beauty. So many, however, were Mrs. Warwick's visitors, and so lively the + chatter she directed, that accurate sketching was difficult to an + amateurish hand. Whitmonby, Sullivan Smith, Westlake, Henry Wilmers, + Arthur Rhodes, and other gentlemen, literary and military, were almost + daily visitors when it became known that the tedium of the beautiful + sitter required beguiling and there was a certainty of finding her at + home. On Mrs. Warwick's Wednesday numerous ladies decorated the group. + Then was heard such a rillet of dialogue without scandal or politics, as + nowhere else in Britain; all vowed it subsequently; for to the remembrance + it seemed magical. Not a breath of scandal, and yet the liveliest flow. + Lady Pennon came attended by a Mr. Alexander Hepburn, a handsome Scot, at + whom Dacier shot one of his instinctive keen glances, before seeing that + the hostess had mounted a transient colour. Mr. Hepburn, in settling + himself on his chair rather too briskly, contrived the next minute to + break a precious bit of China standing by his elbow; and Lady Pennon cried + out, with sympathetic anguish: 'Oh, my dear, what a trial for you!' + </p> + <p> + 'Brittle is foredoomed,' said Diana, unruffled. + </p> + <p> + She deserved compliments, and would have had them if she had not wounded + the most jealous and petulant of her courtiers. + </p> + <p> + 'Then the Turk is a sapient custodian!' said Westlake, vexed with her + flush at the entrance of the Scot. + </p> + <p> + Diana sedately took his challenge. 'We, Mr. Westlake, have the philosophy + of ownership.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hepburn penitentially knelt to pick up the fragments, and Westlake + murmured over his head: 'As long as it is we who are the cracked.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did we not start from China?' + </p> + <p> + 'We were consequently precipitated to Stamboul.' + </p> + <p> + 'You try to elude the lesson.' + </p> + <p> + 'I remember my first paedagogue telling me so when he rapped the book on + my cranium.' + </p> + <p> + 'The mark of the book is not a disfigurement.' + </p> + <p> + It was gently worded, and the shrewder for it. The mark of the book, if + not a disfigurement, was a characteristic of Westlake's fashion of speech. + Whitmonby nodded twice, for signification of a palpable hit in that bout; + and he noted within him the foolishness of obtruding the remotest allusion + to our personality when crossing the foils with a woman. She is down on it + like the lightning, quick as she is in her contracted circle, politeness + guarding her from a riposte. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hepburn apologized very humbly, after regaining his chair. Diana + smiled and said: 'Incidents in a drawing-room are prize-shots at Dulness.' + </p> + <p> + 'And in a dining-room too,' added Sullivan Smith. 'I was one day at a + dinner-party, apparently of undertakers hired to mourn over the joints and + the birds in the dishes, when the ceiling came down, and we all sprang up + merry as crickets. It led to a pretty encounter and a real prize-shot.' + </p> + <p> + 'Does that signify a duel?' asked Lady Pennon. + </p> + <p> + ''Twould be the vulgar title, to bring it into discredit with the + populace, my lady.' + </p> + <p> + 'Rank me one of the populace then! I hate duelling and rejoice that it is + discountenanced.' + </p> + <p> + 'The citizens, and not the populace, I think Mr. Sullivan Smith means,' + Diana said. 'The citizen is generally right in morals. My father also was + against the practice, when it raged at its “prettiest.” I have heard him + relate a story of a poor friend of his, who had to march out for a trifle, + and said, as he accepted the invitation, “It's all nonsense!” and walking + to the measured length, “It's all nonsense, you know!” and when lying on + the ground, at his last gasp, “I told you it was all nonsense!”' + </p> + <p> + Sullivan Smith leaned over to Whitmonby and Dacier amid the ejaculations, + and whispered: 'A lady's way of telling the story!—and excuseable to + her:—she had to Jonah the adjective. What the poor fellow said was—' + He murmured the sixty-pounder adjective, as in the belly of the whale, to + rightly emphasize his noun. + </p> + <p> + Whitmonby nodded to the superior relish imparted by the vigour of + masculine veracity in narration. 'A story for its native sauce piquante,' + he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing without it!' + </p> + <p> + They had each a dissolving grain of contempt for women compelled by their + delicacy to spoil that kind of story which demands the piquant + accompaniment to flavour it racily and make it passable. For to see + insipid mildness complacently swallowed as an excellent thing, knowing the + rich smack of savour proper to the story, is your anecdotal gentleman's + annoyance. But if the anecdote had supported him, Sullivan Smith would + have let the expletive rest. + </p> + <p> + Major Carew Mahoney capped Mrs. Warwick's tale of the unfortunate duellist + with another, that confessed the practice absurd, though he approved of + it; and he cited Lord Larrian's opinion: 'It keeps men braced to civil + conduct.' + </p> + <p> + 'I would not differ with the dear old lord; but no! the pistol is the + sceptre of the bully,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Hepburn, with the widest of eyes on her in perpetuity, warmly agreed; + and the man was notorious among men for his contrary action. + </p> + <p> + 'Most righteously our Princess Egeria distinguishes her reign by + prohibiting it,' said Lady Singleby. + </p> + <p> + 'And how,' Sullivan Smith sighed heavily, 'how, I'd ask, are ladies to be + protected from the bully?' + </p> + <p> + He was beset: 'So it was all for us? all in consideration for our + benefit?' + </p> + <p> + He mournfully exclaimed: 'Why, surely!' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the funeral apology of the Rod, at the close of every barbarous + chapter,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Too fine in mind, too fat in body; that is a consequence with men, dear + madam. The conqueror stands to his weapons, or he loses his possessions.' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Sullivan Smith jumps at his pleasure from the special to the general, + and will be back, if we follow him, Lady Pennon. It is the trick men + charge to women, showing that they can resemble us.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Pennon thumped her knee. 'Not a bit. There's no resemblance, and they + know nothing of us.' + </p> + <p> + 'Women are a blank to them, I believe,' said Whitmonby, treacherously + bowing;—and Westlake said: + </p> + <p> + 'Traces of a singular scrawl have been observed when they were held in + close proximity to the fire.' + </p> + <p> + 'Once, on the top of a coach,' Whitmonby resumed, 'I heard a comely dame + of the period when summers are ceasing threatened by her husband with a + divorce, for omitting to put sandwiches in their luncheon-basket. She made + him the inscrutable answer: “Ah, poor man! you will go down ignorant to + your grave!” We laughed, and to this day I cannot tell you why.' + </p> + <p> + 'That laugh was from a basket lacking provision; and I think we could + trace our separation to it,' Diana said to Lady Pennon, who replied: 'They + expose themselves; they get no nearer to the riddle.' + </p> + <p> + Miss Courtney, a rising young actress, encouraged by a smile from Mrs. + Warwick, remarked: 'On the stage, we have each our parts equally.' + </p> + <p> + 'And speaking parts; not personae mutae.' + </p> + <p> + 'The stage has advanced in verisimilitude,' Henry Wilmers added slyly; and + Diana rejoined: 'You recognize a verisimilitude of the mirror when it is + in advance of reality. Flatter the sketch, Miss Paynham, for a likeness to + be seen. Probably there are still Old Conservatives who would prefer the + personation of us by boys.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't know,' Westlake affected dubiousness. 'I have heard that a step + to the riddle is gained by a serious contemplation of boys.' + </p> + <p> + 'Serious?' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the doubt.' + </p> + <p> + 'The doubt throws its light on the step!' + </p> + <p> + 'I advise them not to take any leap from their step,' said Lady Pennon. + </p> + <p> + 'It would be a way of learning that we are no wiser than our sires; but + perhaps too painful a way,' Whitmonby observed. 'Poor Mountford Wilts + boasted of knowing women; and—he married. To jump into the mouth of + the enigma, is not to read it.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are figures of conceit when you speculate on us, Mr. Whitmonby.' + </p> + <p> + 'An occupation of our leisure, my lady, for your amusement.' + </p> + <p> + 'The leisure of the humming-top, a thousand to the minute, with the + pretence that it sleeps!' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + 'The sacrilegious hand to strip you of your mystery is withered as it + stretches,' exclaimed Westlake. 'The sage and the devout are in accord for + once.' + </p> + <p> + 'And whichever of the two I may be, I'm one of them, happy to do my homage + blindfold!' Sullivan Smith waved the sign of it. + </p> + <p> + Diana sent her eyes over him and Mr. Hepburn, seeing Dacier. 'That rosy + mediaevalism seems the utmost we can expect.' An instant she saddened, + foreboding her words to be ominous, because of suddenly thirsting for a + modern cry from him, the silent. She quitted her woman's fit of + earnestness, and took to the humour that pleased him. 'Aslauga's knight, + at his blind man's buff of devotion, catches the hem of the tapestry and + is found by his lady kissing it in a trance of homage five hours long! Sir + Hilary of Agincourt, returned from the wars to his castle at midnight, + hears that the chitellaine is away dancing, and remains with all his men + mounted in the courtyard till the grey morn brings her back! Adorable! We + had a flag flying in those days. Since men began to fret the riddle, they + have hauled it down half-mast. Soon we shall behold a bare pole and hats + on around it. That is their solution.' + </p> + <p> + A smile circled at the hearing of Lady Singleby say: 'Well, I am all for + our own times, however literal the men.' + </p> + <p> + 'We are two different species!' thumped Lady Pennon, swimming on the + theme. 'I am sure, I read what they write of women! And their heroines!' + </p> + <p> + Lady Esquart acquiesced: 'We are utter fools or horrid knaves.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nature's original hieroglyphs—which have that appearance to the + peruser,' Westlake assented. + </p> + <p> + 'And when they would decipher us, and they hit on one of our “arts,” the + literary pirouette they perform is memorable.' Diana looked invitingly at + Dacier. 'But I for one discern a possible relationship and a likeness.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think it exists—behind a curtain,' Dacier replied. + </p> + <p> + 'Before the era of the Nursery. Liberty to grow; independence is the key + of the secret.' + </p> + <p> + 'And what comes after the independence?' he inquired. + </p> + <p> + Whitmonby, musing that some distraction of an earnest incentive spoilt + Mrs. Warwick's wit, informed him: 'The two different species then break + their shallow armistice and join the shock of battle for possession of the + earth, and we are outnumbered and exterminated, to a certainty. So I am + against independence.' + </p> + <p> + 'Socially a Mussulman, subject to explosions!' Diana said. 'So the eternal + duel between us is maintained, and men will protest that they are for + civilization. Dear me, I should like to write a sketch of the women of the + future—don't be afraid!—the far future. What a different earth + you will see!' + </p> + <p> + And very different creatures! the gentlemen unanimously surmised. Westlake + described the fairer portion, no longer the weaker; frightful hosts. + </p> + <p> + Diana promised him a sweeter picture, if ever she brought her hand to + paint it. + </p> + <p> + 'You would be offered up to the English national hangman, Jehoiachim + Sneer,' interposed Arthur Rhodes, evidently firing a gun too big for him, + of premeditated charging, as his patroness perceived; but she knew him to + be smarting under recent applications of the swish of Mr. Sneer, and that + he rushed to support her. She covered him by saying: 'If he has to be + encountered, he kills none but the cripple,' wherewith the dead pause + ensuing from a dose of outlandish speech in good company was bridged, + though the youth heard Westlake mutter unpleasantly: 'Jehoiachim,' and had + to endure a stare of Dacier's, who did not conceal his want of + comprehension of the place he occupied in Mrs. Warwick's gatherings. + </p> + <p> + 'They know nothing of us whatever!' Lady Pennon harped on her dictum. + </p> + <p> + 'They put us in a case and profoundly study the captive creature,' said + Diana: 'but would any man understand this...?' She dropped her voice and + drew in the heads of Lady Pennon, Lady Singleby, Lady Esquart and Miss + Courtney: 'Real woman's nature speaks. A maid of mine had a “follower.” + She was a good girl; I was anxious about her and asked her if she could + trust him. “Oh, yes, ma'am,” she replied, “I can; he's quite like a + female.” I longed to see the young man, to tell him he had received the + highest of eulogies.' + </p> + <p> + The ladies appreciatingly declared that such a tale was beyond the + understandings of men. Miss Paynham primmed her mouth, admitting to + herself her inability to repeat such a tale; an act that she deemed not + 'quite like a lady.' She had previously come to the conclusion that Mrs. + Warwick, with all her generous qualities, was deficient in delicate + sentiment—owing perhaps to her coldness of temperament. Like Dacier + also, she failed to comprehend the patronage of Mr. Rhodes: it led to + suppositions; indefinite truly, and not calumnious at all; but a young + poet, rather good-looking and well built, is not the same kind of + wing-chick as a young actress, like Miss Courtney—Mrs. Warwick's + latest shieldling: he is hardly enrolled for the reason that was assumed + to sanction Mrs. Warwick's maid in the encouragement of her follower. Miss + Paynham sketched on, with her thoughts in her bosom: a damsel + castigatingly pursued by the idea of sex as the direct motive of every act + of every person surrounding, her; deductively therefore that a certain + form of the impelling passion, mild or terrible, or capricious, or it + might be less pardonable, was unceasingly at work among the human couples + up to decrepitude. And she too frequently hit the fact to doubt her gift + of reading into them. Mr. Dacier was plain, and the state of young Mr. + Rhodes; and the Scottish gentleman was at least a vehement admirer. But + she penetrated the breast of Mr. Thomas Redworth as well, mentally tore + his mask of friendship to shreds. He was kind indeed in commissioning her + to do the portrait. His desire for it, and his urgency to have the + features exactly given, besides the infrequency of his visits of late, + when a favoured gentleman was present, were the betraying signs. + Deductively, moreover, the lady who inspired the passion in numbers of + gentlemen and set herself to win their admiration with her lively play of + dialogue, must be coquettish; she could hold them only by coldness. + Anecdotes, epigrams, drolleries, do not bubble to the lips of a woman who + is under an emotional spell: rather they prove that she has the spell for + casting. It suited Mr. Dacier, Miss Paynham thought: it was cruel to Mr. + Redworth; at whom, of all her circle, the beautiful woman looked, when + speaking to him, sometimes tenderly. + </p> + <p> + 'Beware the silent one of an assembly!' Diana had written. She did not + think of her words while Miss Paynham continued mutely sketching. The + silent ones, with much conversation around them, have their heads at work, + critically perforce; the faster if their hands are occupied; and the point + they lean to do is the pivot of their thoughts. Miss Paynham felt for Mr. + Redworth. + </p> + <p> + Diana was unaware of any other critic present than him she sought to + enliven, not unsuccessfully, notwithstanding his English objection to the + pitch of the converse she led, and a suspicion of effort to support it:—just + a doubt, with all her easy voluble run, of the possibility of naturalness + in a continuous cleverness. But he signified pleasure, and in pleasing him + she was happy: in the knowledge that she dazzled, was her sense of safety. + Percy hated scandal; he heard none. He wanted stirring, cheering; in her + house he had it. He came daily, and as it was her wish that new themes, + new flights of converse, should delight him and show her exhaustless, to + preserve her ascendancy, she welcomed him without consulting the world. He + was witness of Mr. Hepburn's presentation of a costly China vase, to + repair the breach in her array of ornaments, and excuse a visit. Judging + by the absence of any blow within, he saw not a sign of coquettry. Some + such visit had been anticipated by the prescient woman, so there was no + reddening. She brought about an exchange of sentences between him and her + furious admirer, sparing either of them a glimpse of which was the + sacrifice to the other, amusing them both. Dacier could allow Mr. Hepburn + to outsit him; and he left them, proud of his absolute confidence in her. + </p> + <p> + She was mistaken in imagining that her social vivacity, mixed with + comradeship of the active intellect, was the charm which kept Mr. Percy + Dacier temperate when he well knew her to distinguish him above her + courtiers. Her powers of dazzling kept him tame; they did not stamp her + mark on him. He was one of the order of highly polished men, ignorant of + women, who are impressed for long terms by temporary flashes, that hold + them bound until a fresh impression comes, to confirm or obliterate the + preceding. Affairs of the world he could treat competently; he had a head + for high politics and the management of men; the feminine half of the + world was a confusion and a vexation to his intelligence, characterless; + and one woman at last appearing decipherable, he fancied it must be owing + to her possession of character, a thing prized the more in women because + of his latent doubt of its existence. Character, that was the mark he + aimed at; that moved him to homage as neither sparkling wit nor + incomparable beauty, nor the unusual combination, did. To be distinguished + by a woman of character (beauty and wit for jewellery), was his minor + ambition in life, and if Fortune now gratified it, he owned to the + flattery. It really seemed by every test that she had the quality. Since + the day when he beheld her by the bedside of his dead uncle, and that one + on the French sea-sands, and again at Copsley, ghostly white out of her + wrestle with death, bleeding holy sweat of brow for her friend, the print + of her features had been on him as an index of depth of character, + imposing respect and admiration—a sentiment imperilled by her + consent to fly with him. Her subsequent reserve until they met—by an + accident that the lady at any rate was not responsible for, proved the + quality positively. And the nature of her character, at first suspected, + vanquished him more, by comparison, than her vivid intellect, which he + originally, and still lingeringly, appreciated in condescension, as a + singular accomplishment, thrilling at times, now and then assailably + feminine. But, after her consent to a proposal that caused him + retrospective worldly shudders, and her composed recognition of the + madness, a character capable of holding him in some awe was real majesty, + and it rose to the clear heights, with her mental attributes for + satellites. His tendency to despise women was wholesomely checked by the + experience to justify him in saying, Here is a worthy one! She was health + to him, as well as trusty counsel. Furthermore, where he respected, he was + a governed man, free of the common masculine craze to scale fortresses for + the sake of lowering flags. Whilst under his impression of her character, + he submitted honourably to the ascendancy of a lady whose conduct suited + him and whose preference flattered; whose presence was very refreshing; + whose letters were a stimulant. Her letters were really running + well-waters, not a lover's delusion of the luminous mind of his lady. They + sparkled in review and preserved their integrity under critical analysis. + The reading of them hurried him in pursuit of her from house to house + during the autumn; and as she did not hint at the shadow his coming cast + on her, his conscience was easy. Regarding their future, his political + anxieties were a mountainous defile, curtaining the outlook. They met at + Lockton, where he arrived after a recent consultation with his Chief, of + whom, and the murmurs of the Cabinet, he spoke to Diana openly, in some + dejection. + </p> + <p> + 'They might see he has been breaking with his party for the last four + years,' she said. 'The plunge to be taken is tremendous.' + </p> + <p> + 'But will he? He appears too despondent for a header.' + </p> + <p> + 'We cannot dance on a quaking floor.' + </p> + <p> + 'No; it 's exactly that quake of the floor which gives “much qualms,” to + me as well,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'A treble Neptune's power!' she rejoined, for his particular delectation. + 'Enough if he hesitates. I forgive him his nausea. He awaits the impetus, + and it will reach him, and soon. He will not wait for the mob at his + heels, I am certain. A Minister who does that, is a post, and goes down + with the first bursting of the dam. He has tried compromise and discovered + that it does not appease the Fates; is not even a makeshift-mending at + this hour. He is a man of nerves, very sensitively built; as quick—quicker + than a woman, I could almost say, to feel the tremble of the + air-forerunner of imperative changes.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier brightened fondly. 'You positively describe him; paint him to the + life, without knowing him!' + </p> + <p> + 'I have seen him; and if I paint, whose are the colours?' + </p> + <p> + 'Sometimes I repeat you to him, and I get all the credit,' said Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'I glow with pride to think of speaking anything that you repeat,' said + Diana, and her eyes were proudly lustreful. + </p> + <p> + Their love was nourished on these mutual flatteries. Thin food for + passion! The innocence of it sanctioned the meetings and the appointments + to meet. When separated they were interchanging letters, formally worded + in the apostrophe and the termination, but throbbingly full: or Diana + thought so of Percy's letters, with grateful justice; for his manner of + opening his heart in amatory correspondence was to confide important, + secret matters, up to which mark she sprang to reply in counsel. He proved + his affection by trusting her; his respect by his tempered style: 'A + Greenland style of writing,' she had said of an unhappy gentleman's + epistolary compositions resembling it; and now the same official baldness + was to her mind Italianly rich; it called forth such volumes. + </p> + <p> + Flatteries that were thin food for passion appeared the simplest exchanges + of courtesy, and her meetings with her lover, judging by the nature of the + discourse they held, so, consequent to their joint interest in the great + crisis anticipated, as to rouse her indignant surprise and a turn for + downright rebellion when the Argus world signified the fact of its having + one eye, or more, wide open. + </p> + <p> + Debit and Credit, too, her buzzing familiars, insisted on an audience at + each ear, and at the house-door, on her return to London. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0029" id="link2HCH0029"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXIX. SHOWS THE APPROACHES OF THE POLITICAL AND THE DOMESTIC + CRISIS IN COMPANY + </h2> + <p> + There was not much talk of Diana between Lady Dunstane and her customary + visitor Tom Redworth now. She was shy in speaking of the love-stricken + woman, and more was in his mind for thought than for speech. She some + times wondered how much he might know, ending with the reflection that + little passing around was unknown to him. He had to shut his mind against + thought, against all meditation upon Mrs. Warwick; it was based + scientifically when speculating and calculating, on the material element—a + talisman. Men and women crossing the high seas of life he had found most + readable under that illuminating inquiry, as to their means. An inspector + of sea worthy ships proceeds in like manner. Whence would the money come? + He could not help the bent of his mind; but he could avoid subjecting her + to the talismanic touch. The girl at the Dublin Ball, the woman at the + fire-grate of The Crossways, both in one were his Diana. Now and then, + hearing an ugly whisper, his manful sympathy with the mere woman in her + imprisoned liberty, defended her desperately from charges not distinctly + formulated within him:—'She's not made of stone.' That was a height + of self-abnegation to shake the poor fellow to his roots; but, then, he + had no hopes of his own; and he stuck to it. Her choice of a man like + Dacier, too, of whom Redworth judged highly, showed nobility. She + irradiated the man; but no baseness could be in such an alliance. If + allied, they were bound together for good. The tie—supposing a + villain world not wrong—was only not the sacred tie because of + impediments. The tie!—he deliberated, and said stoutly—No. Men + of Redworth's nature go through sharp contests, though the duration of + them is short, and the tussle of his worship of this woman with the + materialistic turn of his mind was closed by the complete shutting up of + the latter under lock and bar; so that a man, very little of an idealist, + was able to sustain her in the pure imagination—where she did almost + belong to him. She was his, in a sense, because she might have been his—but + for an incredible extreme of folly. The dark ring of the eclipse cast by + some amazing foolishness round the shining crescent perpetually in secret + claimed the whole sphere of her, by what might have been, while admitting + her lost to him in fact. To Thomas Redworth's mind the lack of perfect + sanity in his conduct at any period of manhood, was so entirely past + belief that he flew at the circumstances confirming the charge, and had + wrestles with the angel of reality, who did but set him dreaming backward, + after flinging him. + </p> + <p> + He heard at Lady Wathin's that Mrs. Warwick was in town for the winter. + 'Mr. Dacier is also in town,' Lady Wathin said, with an acid indication of + the needless mention of it. 'We have not seen him.' She invited Redworth + to meet a few friends at dinner. 'I think you admire Miss Asper: in my + idea a very saint among young women;—and you know what the young + women of our day are. She will be present. She is, you are aware, + England's greatest heiress. Only yesterday, hearing of that poor man Mr. + Warwick's desperate attack of illness—heart!—and of his having + no relative or friend to soothe his pillow,—he is lying in absolute + loneliness,—she offered to go and nurse him! Of course it could not + be done. It is not her place. The beauty of the character of a dear + innocent young girl, with every gratification at command, who could make + the offer, strikes me as unparalleled. She was perfectly sincere—she + is sincerity. She asked at once, Where is he? She wished me to accompany + her on a first visit. I saw a tear.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth had called at Lady Wathin's for information of the state of Mr. + Warwick, concerning which a rumour was abroad. No stranger to the vagrant + compassionateness of sentimentalists;—rich, idle, conscience-pricked + or praise-catching;—he was unmoved by the tale that Miss Asper had + proposed to go to Mr. Warwick's sick-bed in the uniform of a Sister of + Charity.—'Speaking French!' Lady Wathin exclaimed; and his head + rocked, as he said: + </p> + <p> + 'An Englishman would not be likely to know better.' + </p> + <p> + 'She speaks exquisite French—all European languages, Mr. Redworth. + She does not pretend to wit. To my thinking, depth of sentiment is a far + more feminine accomplishment. It assuredly will be found a greater + treasure.' + </p> + <p> + The modest man (modest in such matters) was led by degrees to fancy + himself sounded regarding Miss Asper: a piece of sculpture glacially + decorative of the domestic mansion in person, to his thinking; and as to + the nature of it—not a Diana, with all her faults! + </p> + <p> + If Diana had any faults, in a world and a position so heavily against her! + He laughed to himself, when alone, at the neatly implied bitter reproach + cast on the wife by the forsaken young lady, who proposed to nurse the + abandoned husband of the woman bereaving her of the man she loved. + Sentimentalists enjoy these tricks, the conceiving or the doing of them—the + former mainly, which are cheaper, and equally effective. Miss Asper might + be deficient in wit; this was a form of practical wit, occasionally + exhibited by creatures acting on their instincts. Warwick he pitied, and + he put compulsion on himself to go and see the poor fellow, the subject of + so sublime a generosity. Mr. Warwick sat in an arm-chair, his legs out + straight on the heels, his jaw dragging hollow cheeks, his hands loosely + joined; improving in health, he said. A demure woman of middle age was in + attendance. He did not speak of his wife. Three times he said + disconnectedly, 'I hear reports,' and his eyelids worked. Redworth talked + of general affairs, without those consolatory efforts, useless between + men, which are neither medicine nor good honest water:—he judged by + personal feelings. In consequence, he left an invalid the sourer for his + visit. + </p> + <p> + Next day he received a briefly-worded summons from Mrs. Warwick. + </p> + <p> + Crossing the park on the line to Diana's house, he met Miss Paynham, who + grieved to say that Mrs. Warwick could not give her a sitting; and in a + still mournfuller tone, imagined he would find her at home, and alone by + this time. 'I left no one but Mr. Dacier there,' she observed. + </p> + <p> + 'Mrs. Warwick will be disengaged to-morrow, no doubt,' he said + consolingly. + </p> + <p> + Her head performed the negative. 'They talk politics, and she becomes + animated, loses her pose. I will persevere, though I fear I have + undertaken a task too much for me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am deeply indebted to you for the attempt.' Redworth bowed to her and + set his face to the Abbey-towers, which wore a different aspect in the + smoked grey light since his two minutes of colloquy. He had previously + noticed that meetings with Miss Paynham produced a similar effect on him, + a not so very impressionable man. And how was it done? She told him + nothing he did not know or guess. + </p> + <p> + Diana was alone. Her manner, after the greeting, seemed feverish. She had + not to excuse herself for abruptness when he heard the nature of the + subject. Her counsellor and friend was informed, in feminine style, that + she had, requested him to call, for the purpose of consulting him with + regard to a matter she had decided upon; and it was, the sale of The + Crossways. She said that it would have gone to her heart once; she + supposed she had lost her affection for the place, or had got the better + of her superstitions. She spoke lamely as well as bluntly. The place was + hers, she said; her own property. Her husband could not interdict a sale. + </p> + <p> + Redworth addressed himself to her smothered antagonism. 'Even if he had + rights, as they are termed... I think you might count on their not being + pressed.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have been told of illness.' She tapped her foot on the floor. + </p> + <p> + 'His present state of health is unequal to his ordinary duties.' + </p> + <p> + 'Emma Dunstane is fully supplied with the latest intelligence, Mr. + Redworth. You know the source.' + </p> + <p> + 'I mention it simply...' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, yes. What I have to protest is, that in this respect I am free. The + Law has me fast, but leaves me its legal view of my small property. I have + no authority over me. I can do as I please, in this, without a collision, + or the dread of one. It is the married woman's perpetual dread when she + ventures a step. Your Law originally presumed her a China-footed animal. + And more, I have a claim for maintenance.' + </p> + <p> + She crimsoned angrily. + </p> + <p> + Redworth showed a look of pleasure, hard to understand. 'The application + would be sufficient, I fancy,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'It should have been offered.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did you not decline it?' + </p> + <p> + 'I declined to apply for it. I thought—But, Mr. Redworth, another + thing, concerning us all: I want very much to hear your ideas of the + prospects of the League; because I know you have ideas. The leaders are + terrible men; they fascinate me. They appear to move with an army of + facts. They are certainly carrying the country. I am obliged to think them + sincere. Common agitators would not hold together, as they do. They gather + strength each year. If their statistics are not illusory—an army of + phantoms instead of one of facts; and they knock at my head without + admission, I have to confess; they must win.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ultimately, it is quite calculable that they will win,' said Redworth; + and he was led to discourse of rates and duties and prohibitive tariffs to + a woman surprisingly athirst, curious for every scrap of intelligence + relating to the power, organization, and schemes of the League. 'Common + sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation,' he said. 'Rap it + unremittingly on crowds of the thickest of human heads, and the response + comes at last to sweep all before it. You may reckon that the country will + beat the landlords—for that is our question. Is it one of your + political themes?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am not presumptuous to such a degree:—a poor scholar,' Diana + replied. 'Women striving to lift their heads among men deserve the + sarcasm.' + </p> + <p> + He denied that any sarcasm was intended, and the lesson continued. When + she had shaped in her mind some portion of his knowledge of the subject, + she reverted casually to her practical business. Would he undertake to try + to obtain a purchaser of The Crossways, at the price he might deem + reasonable? She left the price entirely to his judgement. And now she had + determined to part with the old place, the sooner the better! She said + that smiling; and Redworth smiled, outwardly and inwardly. Her talk of her + affairs was clearer to him than her curiosity for the mysteries of the + League. He gained kind looks besides warm thanks by the promise to seek a + purchaser; especially by his avoidance of prying queries. She wanted just + this excellent automaton fac-totum; and she referred him to Mr. Braddock + for the title-deeds, et caetera—the chirping phrase of ladies + happily washing their hands of the mean details of business. + </p> + <p> + 'How of your last work?' he asked her. + </p> + <p> + Serenest equanimity rejoined: 'As I anticipated, it is not popular. The + critics are of one mind with the public. You may have noticed, they rarely + flower above that rocky surface. THE CANTATRICE sings them a false note. + My next will probably please them less.' + </p> + <p> + Her mobile lips and brows shot the faint upper-wreath of a smile hovering. + It was designed to display her philosophy. + </p> + <p> + 'And what is the name of your next?' said he. + </p> + <p> + 'I name it THE MAN OF TWO MINDS, if you can allow that to be in nature.' + </p> + <p> + 'Contra-distinguished from the woman?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! you must first believe the woman to have one.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are working on it?' + </p> + <p> + 'By fits. And I forgot, Mr. Redworth: I have mislaid my receipts, and must + ask you for the address of your wine-merchant;—or, will you? Several + dozen of the same wines. I can trust him to be in awe of you, and the good + repute of my table depends on his honesty.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth took the definite order for a large supply of wine. + </p> + <p> + She gave him her hand: a lost hand, dear to hold, needing to be guided, he + feared. For him, it was merely a hand, cut off from the wrist; and he had + performed that executive part! A wiser man would now have been the lord of + it.... So he felt, with his burning wish to protect and cherish the + beloved woman, while saying: 'If we find a speedy bidder for The + Crossways, you will have to thank our railways.' + </p> + <p> + 'You!' said Diana, confident in his ability to do every-thing of the + practical kind. + </p> + <p> + Her ingenuousness tickled him. He missed her comic touches upon men and + things, but the fever shown by her manner accounted for it. + </p> + <p> + As soon as he left her, she was writing to the lover who had an hour + previously been hearing her voice; the note of her theme being Party; and + how to serve it, when to sacrifice it to the Country. She wrote, carolling + bars of the Puritani marches; and such will passion do, that her choice of + music was quite in harmony with her theme. The martially-amorous melodies + of Italian Opera in those days fostered a passion challenged to + intrepidity from the heart of softness; gliding at the same time, and + putting warm blood even into dull arithmetical figures which might be + important to her lover, her hero fronting battle. She condensed Redworth's + information skilfully, heartily giving it and whatever she had imbibed, as + her own, down to the remark: 'Common sense in questions of justice, is a + weapon that makes way into human heads and wins the certain majority, if + we strike with it incessantly.' Whether anything she wrote was her own, + mattered little: the savour of Percy's praise, which none could share with + her, made it instantly all her own. Besides she wrote to strengthen him; + she naturally laid her friends and the world under contribution; and no + other sort of writing was possible. Percy had not a common interest in + fiction; still less for high comedy. He liked the broad laugh when he + deigned to open books of that sort; puns and strong flavours and harlequin + surprises; and her work would not admit of them, however great her + willingness to force her hand for his amusement: consequently her + inventiveness deadened. She had to cease whipping it. 'My poor old London + cabhorse of a pen shall go to grass!' she sighed, looking to the sale of + The Crossways for money; looking no farther. + </p> + <p> + Those marshalled battalions of Debit and Credit were in hostile order, the + weaker simply devoted to fighting for delay, when a winged messenger + bearing the form of old Mr. Braddock descended to her with the reconciling + news that a hermit bachelor, an acquaintance of Mr. Redworth's—both + of whom wore a gloomy hue in her mind immediately—had offered a sum + for the purchase of The Crossways. Considering the out-of-the-way + district, Mr. Braddock thought it an excellent price to get. She thought + the reverse, but confessed that double the sum would not have altered her + opinion. Double the sum scarcely counted for the service she required of + it for much more than a year. The money was paid shortly after into her + Bank, and then she enjoyed the contemptuous felicity of tossing meat to + her lions, tigers, wolves, and jackals, who, but for the fortunate + intervention, would have been feeding on her. These menagerie beasts of + prey were the lady's tradesmen, Debit's hungry-brood. She had a rapid + glimpse of a false position in regarding that legitimate band so + scornfully: another glimpse likewise of a day to come when they might not + be stopped at the door. She was running a race with something; with what? + It was unnamed; it ran in a shroud. + </p> + <p> + At times she surprised her heart violently beating when there had not been + a thought to set it in motion. She traced it once to the words, 'next + year,' incidentally mentioned. 'Free,' was a word that checked her throbs, + as at a question of life or death. Her solitude, excepting the hours of + sleep, if then, was a time of irregular breathing. The something unnamed, + running beside her, became a dreadful familiar; the race between them past + contemplation for ghastliness. 'But this is your Law!' she cried to the + world, while blinding her eyes against a peep of the shrouded features. + </p> + <p> + Singularly, she had but to abandon hope, and the shadowy figure vanished, + the tragic race was ended. How to live and think, and not to hope: the + slave of passion had this problem before her. + </p> + <p> + Other tasks were supportable, though one seemed hard at moments and was + not passive; it attacked her. The men and women of her circle derisively, + unanimously, disbelieved in an innocence that forfeited reputation. Women + were complimentarily assumed to be not such gaping idiots. And as the + weeks advanced, a change came over Percy. The gentleman had grown restless + at covert congratulations, hollow to his knowledge, however much caressing + vanity, and therefore secretly a wound to it. One day, after sitting + silent, he bluntly proposed to break 'this foolish trifling'; just in his + old manner, though not so honourably; not very definitely either. Her hand + was taken. + </p> + <p> + 'I feared that dumbness!' Diana said, letting her hand go, but keeping her + composure. 'My friend Percy, I am not a lion-tamer, and if you are of + those animals, we break the chapter. Plainly you think that where there + appears to be a choice of fools, the woman is distinctly designed for the + person. Drop my hand, or I shall repeat the fable of the Goose with the + Golden Eggs.' + </p> + <p> + 'Fables are applicable only in the school-room,' said he; and he ventured + on 'Tony!' + </p> + <p> + 'I vowed an oath to my dear Emma—as good as to the heavens! and that + of itself would stay me from being insane again.' She released herself. + 'Signor Percy, you teach me to suspect you of having an idle wish to pluck + your plaything to pieces:—to boast of it? Ah! my friend, I fancied I + was of more value to you. You must come less often; even to not at all, if + you are one of those idols with feet of clay which leave the print of + their steps in a room; or fall and crush the silly idolizer.' + </p> + <p> + 'But surely you know...' said he. 'We can't have to wait long.' He looked + full of hopeful meanings. + </p> + <p> + 'A reason...!' She kept down her breath. A longdrawn sigh followed, + through parted lips. She had a sensation of horror. 'And I cannot propose + to nurse him—Emma will not hear of it,' she said. 'I dare not. + Hypocrite to that extreme? Oh, no! But I must hear nothing. As it is, I am + haunted. Now let this pass. Tony me no Tonies; I am stony to such + whimpering business now we are in the van of the struggle. All round us it + sounds like war. Last night I had Mr. Tonans dining here;—he wished + to meet you; and you must have a private meeting with Mr. Whitmonby: he + will be useful; others as well. You are wrong in affecting contempt of the + Press. It perches you on a rock; but the swimmer in politics knows what + draws the tides. Your own people, your set, your class, are a drag to you, + like inherited superstitions to the wakening brain. The greater the glory! + For you see the lead you take? You are saving your class. They should + lead, and will, if they prove worthy in the crisis. Their curious error is + to believe in the stability of a monumental position.' + </p> + <p> + 'Perfectly true!' cried Dacier; and the next minute, heated by + approbation, was begging for her hand earnestly. She refused it. + </p> + <p> + 'But you say things that catch me!' he pleaded. 'Remember, it was nearly + mine. It soon will be mine. I heard yesterday from Lady Wathin... well, if + it pains you!' + </p> + <p> + 'Speak on,' said Diana, resigned to her thirsty ears. + </p> + <p> + 'He is not expected to last through the autumn.' + </p> + <p> + 'The calculation is hers?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not exactly:—judging from the symptoms.' + </p> + <p> + Diana flashed a fiery eye into Dacier's, and rose. She was past danger of + melting, with her imagination darkened by the funeral image; but she + craved solitude, and had to act the callous, to dismiss him. + </p> + <p> + 'Good. Enough for the day. Now leave me, if you please. When we meet + again, stifle that raven's croak. I am not a “Sister of Charity,” but + neither am I a vulture hovering for the horse in the desert to die. A poor + simile!—when it is my own and not another's breath that I want. + Nothing in nature, only gruesome German stories will fetch comparisons for + the yoke of this Law of yours. It seems the nightmare dream following an + ogre's supper.' + </p> + <p> + She was not acting the shiver of her frame. + </p> + <p> + To-morrow was open to him, and prospect of better fortune, so he departed, + after squeezing the hand she ceremoniously extended. + </p> + <p> + But her woman's intuition warned her that she had not maintained the + sovereign impression which was her security. And hope had become a flame + in her bosom that would no longer take the common extinguisher. The race + she ran was with a shrouded figure no more, but with the figure of the + shroud; she had to summon paroxysms of a pity hard to feel, images of + sickness, helplessness, the vaults, the last human silence for the + stilling of her passionate heart. And when this was partly effected, the + question, Am I going to live? renewed her tragical struggle. Who was it + under the vaults, in the shroud, between the planks? and with human + sensibility to swell the horror! Passion whispered of a vaster sorrow + needed for herself; and the hope conjuring those frightful complexities + was needed to soothe her. She pitied the man, but she was an enamoured + woman. Often of late she had been sharply stung, relaxed as well, by the + observations of Danvers assisting at her toilette. Had she beauty and + charm, beauty and rich health in the young summer blooming of her days?—and + all doomed to waste? No insurgency of words arose in denunciation of the + wrong done to her nature. An undefined heavy feeling of wrong there was, + just perceptive enough to let her know, without gravely shaming, that one + or another must be slain for peace to come; for it is the case in which + the world of the Laws overloading her is pitiless to women, deaf past + ear-trumpets, past intercession; detesting and reviling them for a feeble + human cry, and for one apparent step of revolt piling the pelted stones on + them. It will not discriminate shades of hue, it massacres all the + shadowed. They are honoured, after a fashion, at a certain elevation. + Descending from it, and purely to breathe common air (thus in her mind), + they are scourged and outcast. And alas! the very pleading for them + excites a sort of ridicule in their advocate. How? She was utterly, even + desperately, nay personally, earnest, and her humour closed her lips; + though comical views of the scourged and outcast coming from the opposite + party—the huge bully world—she would not have tolerated. Diana + raged at a prevailing strength on the part of that huge bully world, which + seemed really to embrace the atmosphere. Emma had said: 'The rules of + Christian Society are a blessed Government for us women. We owe it so much + that there is not a brick of the fabric we should not prop.' Emma's talk + of obedience to the Laws, being Laws, was repeated by the rebel, with an + involuntary unphrased comparison of the vessel in dock and the vessel at + sea. + </p> + <p> + When Dacier next called to see Mrs. Warwick, he heard that she had gone to + Copsley for a couple of weeks. The lesson was emphasized by her not + writing:—and was it the tricky sex, or the splendid character of the + woman, which dealt him this punishment? Knowing how much Diana forfeited + for him, he was moved to some enthusiasm, despite his inclination to be + hurt. + </p> + <p> + She, on her return to London, gained a considerable increase of knowledge + as to her position in the eye of the world; and unlike the result of her + meditations derived from the clamouring tradesmen, whom she could excuse, + she was neither illuminated nor cautioned by that dubious look; she + conscientiously revolted. Lady Pennon hinted a word for her Government. 'A + good deal of what you so capitally call “Green tea talk” is going on, my + dear.' Diana replied, without pretending to misunderstand. + </p> + <p> + 'Gossip is a beast of prey that does not wait for the death of the + creature it devours. They are welcome to my shadow, if the liberty I claim + casts one, and it feeds them.' To which the old lady rejoined: 'Oh! I am + with you through thick and thin. I presented you at Court, and I stand by + you. Only, walk carefully. Women have to walk with a train. You are too + famous not to have your troops of watchers.' + </p> + <p> + 'But I mean to prove,' said Diana, 'that a woman can walk with her train + independent of the common reserves and artifices.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not on highways, my dear!' + </p> + <p> + Diana, praising the speaker, referred the whole truth in that to the + material element of her metaphor. + </p> + <p> + She was more astonished by Whitmonby's candid chiding; but with him she + could fence, and men are easily diverted. She had sent for him, to bring + him and Percy Dacier together to a conference. Unaware of the project, he + took the opportunity of their privacy to speak of the great station open + to her in London being imperilled; and he spoke of 'tongues,' and ahem! A + very little would have induced him to fill that empty vocable with a name. + </p> + <p> + She had to pardon the critic in him for an unpleasant review of her + hapless CANTATRICE; and as a means of evasion, she mentioned the poor book + and her slaughter of the heroine, that he had complained of. + </p> + <p> + 'I killed her; I could not let her live. You were unjust in accusing the + authoress of heartlessness.' + </p> + <p> + 'If I did, I retract,' said he. 'She steers too evidently from the centre + of the vessel. She has the organ in excess.' + </p> + <p> + 'Proof that it is not squandered.' + </p> + <p> + 'The point concerns direction.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have I made so bad a choice of my friends?' + </p> + <p> + 'It is the common error of the sprightly to suppose that in parrying a + thrust they blind our eyes.' + </p> + <p> + 'The world sees always what it desires to see, Mr. Whitmonby.' + </p> + <p> + 'The world, my dear Mrs. Warwick, is a blundering machine upon its own + affairs, but a cruel sleuth-hound to rouse in pursuit.' + </p> + <p> + 'So now you have me chased by sight and scent. And if I take wing?' + </p> + <p> + 'Shots! volleys!—You are lawful game. The choice you have made of + your friends, should oblige you to think of them.' + </p> + <p> + 'I imagine I do. Have I offended any, or one?' + </p> + <p> + 'I will not say that. You know the commotion in a French kitchen when the + guests of the house declined a particular dish furnished them by command. + The cook and his crew were loyal to their master, but, for the love of + their Art, they sent him notice. It is ill serving a mad sovereign.' + </p> + <p> + Diana bowed to the compact little apologue. + </p> + <p> + 'I will tell you another story, traditional in our family from my + great-grandmother, a Spanish woman,' she said. 'A cavalier serenaded his + mistress, and rascal mercenaries fell upon him before he could draw sword. + He battered his guitar on their pates till the lattice opened with a cry, + and startled them to flight. “Thrice blessed and beloved!” he called to + her above, in reference to the noise, “it was merely a diversion of the + accompaniment.” Now there was loyal service to a sovereign!' + </p> + <p> + 'You are certainly an angel!' exclaimed Whitmonby. 'I swallow the story, + and leave it to digestion to discover the appositeness. Whatever tuneful + instrument one of your friends possesses shall solace your slumbers or + batter the pate of your enemy. But discourage the habitual serenader.' + </p> + <p> + 'The musician you must mean is due here now, by appointment to meet you,' + said Diana, and set him momentarily agape with the name of Mr. Percy + Dacier. + </p> + <p> + That was the origin of the alliance between the young statesman and a + newspaper editor. Whitmonby, accepting proposals which suited him, quitted + the house, after an hour of political talk, no longer inclined to hint at + the 'habitual serenader,' but very ready to fall foul of those who did, as + he proved when the numbers buzzed openly. Times were masculine; the + excitement on the eve of so great a crisis, and Diana's comprehension of + it and fine heading cry, put that weak matter aside. Moreover, he was + taught to suppose himself as welcome a guest as Dacier; and the cook could + stand criticism; the wines—wonderful to say of a lady's table—were + trusty; the talk, on the political evenings and the social and anecdotal + supper-nights, ran always in perfect accord with his ideal of the + conversational orchestra: an improvized harmony, unmatched elsewhere. She + did not, he considered, so perfectly assort her dinner-guests; that was + her one fault. She had therefore to strain her adroitness to cover their + deficiencies and fuse them. But what other woman could have done it! She + led superbly. If an Irishman was present, she kept him from overflooding, + managed to extract just the flavour of him, the smack of salt. She did + even, at Whitmonby's table, on a red-letter Sunday evening, in concert + with him and the Dean, bring down that cataract, the Bodleian, to the + levels of interchanging dialogue by seasonable touches, inimitably done, + and never done before. Sullivan Smith, unbridled in the middle of dinner, + was docile to her. 'Irishmen;' she said, pleading on their behalf to + Whitmonby, who pronounced the race too raw for an Olympian feast, 'are + invaluable if you hang them up to smoke and cure'; and the master of + social converse could not deny that they were responsive to her magic. The + supper-nights were mainly devoted to Percy's friends. He brought as many + as he pleased, and as often as it pleased him; and it was her pride to + provide Cleopatra banquets for the lover whose anxieties were soothed by + them, and to whom she sacrificed her name willingly in return for a + generosity that certain chance whispers of her heart elevated to the pitch + of measureless. + </p> + <p> + So they wore through the Session and the Autumn, clouds heavier, the + League drumming, the cry of Ireland 'ominously Banshee,' as she wrote to + Emma. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0030" id="link2HCH0030"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXX. IN WHICH THERE IS A TASTE OF A LITTLE DINNER AND AN + AFTERTASTE + </h2> + <p> + 'But Tony lives!' Emma Dunstane cried, on her solitary height, with the + full accent of envy marking the verb; and when she wrote enviously to her + friend of the life among bright intelligences, and of talk worth hearing, + it was a happy signification that health, frail though it might be, had + grown importunate for some of the play of life. Diana sent her word to + name her day, and she would have her choicest to meet her dearest. They + were in the early days of December, not the best of times for improvized + gatherings. Emma wanted, however, to taste them as they cropped; she was + also, owing to her long isolation, timid at a notion of encountering the + pick of the London world, prepared by Tony to behold 'a wonder more than + worthy of them,' as her friend unadvisedly wrote. That was why she came + unexpectedly, and for a mixture of reasons, went to an hotel. Fatality + designed it so. She was reproached, but she said: 'You have to write or + you entertain at night; I should be a clog and fret you. My hotel is + Maitland's; excellent; I believe I am to lie on the pillow where a crowned + head reposed! You will perceive that I am proud as well as comfortable. + And I would rather meet your usual set of guests.' + </p> + <p> + 'The reason why I have been entertaining at night is, that Percy is + harassed and requires enlivening,' said Diana. 'He brings his friends. My + house is open to them, if it amuses him. What the world says, is past a + thought. I owe him too much.' + </p> + <p> + Emma murmured that the world would soon be pacified. + </p> + <p> + Diana shook her head. 'The poor man is better; able to go about his + affairs; and I am honestly relieved. It lays a spectre. As for me, I do + not look ahead. I serve as a kind of secretary to Percy. I labour at + making abstracts by day, and at night preside at my suppertable. You would + think it monotonous; no incident varies the course we run. I have no time + to ask whether it is happiness. It seems to bear a resemblance.' + </p> + <p> + Emma replied: 'He may be everything you tell me. He should not have chosen + the last night of the Opera to go to your box and sit beside you till the + fall of the curtain. The presence at the Opera of a man notoriously + indifferent to music was enough in itself.' + </p> + <p> + Diana smiled with languor. 'You heard of that? But the Opera was The + Puritani, my favourite. And he saw me sitting in Lady Pennon's box alone. + We were compromised neck-deep already. I can kiss you, my own Emmy, till I + die; 'but what the world says, is what the wind says. Besides he has his + hopes.... If I am blackened ever so thickly, he can make me white. Dear + me! if the world knew that he comes here almost nightly! It will; and does + it matter? I am his in soul; the rest is waste-paper—a half-printed + sheet.' + </p> + <p> + 'Provided he is worthy of such devotion!' + </p> + <p> + 'He is absolute worthiness. He is the prince of men: I dread to say, mine! + for fear. But Emmy will not judge him to-morrow by contrast with more + voluble talkers.—I can do anything but read poetry now. That kills + me!—See him through me. In nature, character, intellect, he has no + rival. Whenever I despond—and it comes now and then—I rebuke + myself with this one admonition. + </p> + <p> + Simply to have known him! Admit that for a woman to find one who is worthy + among the opposite creatures, is a happy termination of her quest, and in + some sort dismisses her to the Shades, an uncomplaining ferry-bird. If my + end were at hand I should have no cause to lament it. We women miss life + only when we have to confess we have never met the man to reverence.' + </p> + <p> + Emma had to hear a very great deal of Mr. Percy. Diana's comparison of + herself to 'the busy bee at a window-pane,' was more in her old manner; + and her friend would have hearkened to the marvels of the gentle man less + unrefreshed, had it not appeared to her that her Tony gave in excess for + what was given in return. She hinted her view... + </p> + <p> + 'It is expected of our sex,' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + The work of busy bee at a window-pane had at any rate not spoilt her + beauty, though she had voluntarily, profitlessly, become this man's + drudge, and her sprightly fancy, her ready humour and darting look all + round in discussion, were rather deadened. + </p> + <p> + But the loss was not perceptible in the circle of her guests. Present at a + dinner little indicating the last, were Whitmonby, in lively trim for + shuffling, dealing, cutting, trumping or drawing trumps; Westlake, + polishing epigrams under his eyelids; Henry Wilmers, who timed an anecdote + to strike as the passing hour without freezing the current; Sullivan + Smith, smoked, cured and ready to flavour; Percy Dacier, pleasant + listener, measured speaker; and young Arthur Rhodes, the neophyte of the + hostess's training; of whom she had said to Emma, 'The dear boy very + kindly serves to frank an unlicenced widow'; and whom she prompted and + made her utmost of, with her natural tact. These she mixed and leavened. + The talk was on high levels and low; an enchantment to Emma Dunstane: now + a story; a question opening new routes, sharp sketches of known + personages; a paradox shot by laughter as soon as uttered; and all so + smoothly; not a shadow of the dominant holder-forth or a momentary + prospect of dead flats; the mellow ring of appositeness being the + concordant note of deliveries running linked as they flashed, and a + tolerant philosophy of the sage in the world recurrently the keynote. + </p> + <p> + Once only had Diana to protect her nurseling. He cited a funny line from a + recent popular volume of verse, in perfect A propos, looking at Sullivan + Smith; who replied, that the poets had become too many for him, and he + read none now. Diana said: 'There are many Alexanders, but Alexander of + Macedon is not dwarfed by the number.' She gave him an opening for a + smarter reply, but he lost it in a comment—against Whitmonby's + cardinal rule: 'The neatest turn of the wrist that ever swung a hero to + crack a crown!' and he bowed to young Rhodes: 'I 'll read your versicler + to-morrow morning early.' The latter expressed a fear that the hour was + too critical for poetry. + </p> + <p> + 'I have taken the dose at a very early hour,' said Whitmonby, to bring + conversation to the flow again, 'and it effaced the critical mind + completely.' + </p> + <p> + 'But did not silence the critical nose,' observed Westlake. + </p> + <p> + Wilmers named the owner of the longest nose in Europe. + </p> + <p> + 'Potentially, indeed a critic!' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'Nights beside it must be fearful, and good matter for a divorce, if the + poor dear lady could hale it to the doors of the Vatican!' Sullivan Smith + exclaimed. 'But there's character in noses.' + </p> + <p> + 'Calculable by inches?' Dacier asked. + </p> + <p> + 'More than in any other feature,' said Lady Dunstane. 'The Riffords are + all prodigiously gifted and amusing: suspendens omnia naso. It should be + prayed for in families.' + </p> + <p> + 'Totum ut to faciant, Fabulle, nasum,' rejoined Whitmonby. 'Lady Isabella + was reading the tale of the German princess, who had a sentinel stationed + some hundred yards away to whisk off the flies, and she owned to me that + her hand instinctively travelled upward.' + </p> + <p> + 'Candour is the best concealment, when one has to carry a saddle of + absurdity,' said Diana. 'Touchstone's “poor thing, but mine own,” is + godlike in its enveloping fold.' + </p> + <p> + 'The most comforting sermon ever delivered on property in poverty,' said + Arthur Rhodes. + </p> + <p> + Westlake assented. 'His choice of Audrey strikes me as an exhibition of + the sure instinct for pasture of the philosophical jester in a forest.' + </p> + <p> + 'With nature's woman, if he can find her, the urban seems equally at + home,' said Lady Dunstane. + </p> + <p> + 'Baron Pawle is an example,' added Whitmonby. 'His cook is a pattern wife + to him. I heard him say at table that she was responsible for all except + the wines. “I wouldn't have them on my conscience, with a Judge!” my lady + retorted.' + </p> + <p> + 'When poor Madame de Jacquieres was dying,' said Wilmers, 'her confessor + sat by her bedside, prepared for his ministrations. “Pour commencer, mon + ami, jamais je n'ai fait rien hors nature.”' + </p> + <p> + Lord Wadaster had uttered something tolerably similar: 'I am a sinner, and + in good society.' Sir Abraham Hartiston, a minor satellite of the Regent, + diversified this: 'I am a sinner, and go to good society.' Madame la + Comtesse de la Roche-Aigle, the cause of many deaths, declared it + unwomanly to fear anything save 'les revenants.' Yet the countess could + say the pretty thing: 'Foot on a flower, then think of me!' + </p> + <p> + 'Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution,' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'But tell me,' Lady Dunstane inquired generally, 'why men are so much + happier than women in laughing at their spouses?' + </p> + <p> + They are humaner, was one dictum; they are more frivolous, ironically + another. + </p> + <p> + 'It warrants them for blowing the bugle-horn of masculine superiority + night and morning from the castle-walls,' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + 'I should imagine it is for joy of heart that they still have cause to + laugh!' said Westlake. + </p> + <p> + On the other hand, are women really pained by having to laugh at their + lords? Curious little speeches flying about the great world, affirmed the + contrary. But the fair speakers were chartered libertines, and their laugh + admittedly had a biting acid. The parasite is concerned in the majesty of + the tree. + </p> + <p> + 'We have entered Botany Bay,' Diana said to Emma; who answered: 'A + metaphor is the Deus ex machine, of an argument'; and Whitmonby, to + lighten a shadow of heaviness, related allusively an anecdote of the Law + Courts. Sullivan Smith begged permission to 'black cap' it with Judge + FitzGerald's sentence upon a convicted criminal: 'Your plot was perfect + but for One above.' Dacier cited an execrable impromptu line of the Chief + of the Opposition in Parliament. The Premier, it was remarked, played him + like an angler his fish on the hook; or say, Mr. Serjeant Rufus his + witness in the box. + </p> + <p> + 'Or a French journalist an English missionary,' said Westlake; and as the + instance was recent it was relished. + </p> + <p> + The talk of Premiers offered Whitmonby occasion for a flight to the Court + of Vienna and Kaunitz. Wilmers told a droll story of Lord Busby's missing + the Embassy there. Westlake furnished a sample of the tranquil + sententiousness of Busby's brother Robert during a stormy debate in the + House of Commons. + </p> + <p> + 'I remember,' Dacier was reminded, 'hearing him say, when the House + resembled a Chartist riot, “Let us stand aside and meditate on Life. If + Youth could know, in the season of its reaping of the Pleasures, that it + is but sowing Doctor's bills!”' + </p> + <p> + Latterly a malady had supervened, and Bob Busby had retired from the + universal to the special;—his mysterious case. + </p> + <p> + 'Assure him, that is endemic. He may be cured of his desire for the + exposition of it,' said Lady Dunstane. + </p> + <p> + Westlake chimed with her: 'Yes, the charm in discoursing of one's case is + over when the individual appears no longer at odds with Providence.' + </p> + <p> + 'But then we lose our Tragedy,' said Whitmonby. + </p> + <p> + 'Our Comedy too,' added Diana. 'We must consent to be Busbied for the sake + of the instructive recreations.' + </p> + <p> + 'A curious idea, though,' said Sullivan Smith, 'that some of the grand + instructive figures were in their day colossal bores!' + </p> + <p> + 'So you see the marvel of the poet's craft at last?' Diana smiled on him, + and he vowed: 'I'll read nothing else for a month!' Young Rhodes bade him + beware of a deluge in proclaiming it. + </p> + <p> + They rose from table at ten, with the satisfaction of knowing that they + had not argued, had not wrangled, had never stagnated, and were + digestingly refreshed; as it should be among grown members of the + civilized world, who mean to practise philosophy, making the hour of the + feast a balanced recreation and a regeneration of body and mind. + </p> + <p> + 'Evenings like these are worth a pilgrimage,' Emma said, embracing Tony + outside the drawing-room door. 'I am so glad I came: and if I am strong + enough, invite me again in the Spring. To-morrow early I start for + Copsley, to escape this London air. I shall hope to have you there soon.' + </p> + <p> + She was pleased by hearing Tony ask her whether she did not think that + Arthur Rhodes had borne himself well; for it breathed of her simply + friendly soul. + </p> + <p> + The gentlemen followed Lady Dunstane in a troop, Dacier yielding perforce + the last adieu to young Rhodes. + </p> + <p> + Five minutes later Diana was in her dressing-room, where she wrote at + night, on the rare occasions now when she was left free for composition. + Beginning to dwell on THE MAN OF TWO MINDS, she glanced at the woman + likewise divided, if not similarly; and she sat brooding. She did not + accuse her marriage of being the first fatal step: her error was the step + into Society without the wherewithal to support her position there. Girls + of her kind, airing their wings above the sphere of their birth, are + cryingly adventuresses. As adventuresses they are treated. + </p> + <p> + Vain to be shrewish with the world! Rather let us turn and scold our + nature for irreflectively rushing to the cream and honey! Had she + subsisted on her small income in a country cottage, this task of writing + would have been holiday. Or better, if, as she preached to Mary Paynham, + she had apprenticed herself to some productive craft. The simplicity of + the life of labour looked beautiful. What will not look beautiful + contrasted with the fly in the web? She had chosen to be one of the flies + of life. + </p> + <p> + Instead of running to composition, her mind was eloquent with a sermon to + Arthur Rhodes, in Redworth's vein; more sympathetically, of course. 'For I + am not one of the lecturing Mammonites!' she could say. + </p> + <p> + She was far from that. Penitentially, in the thick of her disdain of the + arrogant money-Betters, she pulled out a drawer where her bank-book lay, + and observed it contemplatively; jotting down a reflection before the + dread book of facts was opened: 'Gaze on the moral path you should have + taken, you are asked for courage to commit a sanctioned suicide, by + walking back to it stripped—a skeleton self.' She sighed forth: 'But + I have no courage: I never had!' The book revealed its tale in a small + pencilled computation of the bank-clerk's; on the peccant side. Credit + presented many pages blanks. She seemed to have withdrawn from the + struggle with such a partner. + </p> + <p> + It signified an immediate appeal to the usurers, unless the publisher + could be persuaded, with three parts of the book in his hands, to come to + the rescue. Work! roared old Debit, the sinner turned slavedriver. + </p> + <p> + Diana smoothed her wrists, compressing her lips not to laugh at the + simulation of an attitude of combat. She took up her pen. + </p> + <p> + And strange to think, she could have flowed away at once on the stuff that + Danvers delighted to read!—wicked princes, rogue noblemen, titled + wantons, daisy and lily innocents, traitorous marriages, murders, a + gallows dangling a corpse dotted by a moon, and a woman bowed beneath. She + could have written, with the certainty that in the upper and the middle as + well as in the lower classes of the country, there would be a multitude to + read that stuff, so cordially, despite the gaps between them, are they one + in their literary tastes. And why should they not read it? Her present + mood was a craving for excitement; for incident, wild action, the + primitive machinery of our species; any amount of theatrical heroics, + pathos, and clown-gabble. A panorama of scenes came sweeping round her. + </p> + <p> + She was, however, harnessed to a different kind of vehicle, and had to + drag it. The sound of the house-door shutting, imagined perhaps, was a + fugitive distraction. Now to animate The Man of Two Minds! + </p> + <p> + He is courting, but he is burdened with the task of tasks. He has an ideal + of womanhood and of the union of couples: a delicacy extreme as his + attachment: and he must induce the lady to school herself to his ideal, + not allowing her to suspect him less devoted to her person; while she, an + exacting idol, will drink any quantity of idealization as long as he + starts it from a full acceptance of her acknowledged qualities. Diana + could once have tripped the scene along airily. She stared at the opening + sentence, a heavy bit of moralized manufacture, fit to yoke beside that on + her view of her bank-book. + </p> + <p> + 'It has come to this—I have no head,' she cried. + </p> + <p> + And is our public likely to muster the slightest taste for comic analysis + that does not tumble to farce? The doubt reduced her whole MS. to a leaden + weight, composed for sinking. Percy's addiction to burlesque was a further + hindrance, for she did not perceive how her comedy could be strained to + gratify it. + </p> + <p> + There was a knock, and Danvers entered. 'You have apparently a liking for + late hours,' observed her mistress. 'I told you to go to bed.' 'It is Mr. + Dacier,' said Danvers. 'He wishes to see me?' 'Yes, ma'am. He apologized + for disturbing you.' 'He must have some good reason.' What could it be! + Diana's glass approved her appearance. She pressed the black swell of hair + above her temples, rather amazed, curious, inclined to a beating of the + heart. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0031" id="link2HCH0031"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXI. A CHAPTER CONTAINING GREAT POLITICAL NEWS AND THEREWITH AN + INTRUSION OF THE LOVE-GOD + </h2> + <h3> + Dacier was pacing about the drawing-room, as in a place too narrow for + him. + </h3> + <p> + Diana stood at the door. 'Have you forgotten to tell me anything I ought + to know?' + </p> + <p> + He came up to her and shut the door softly behind her, holding her hand. + 'You are near it. I returned.. But tell me first:—You were slightly + under a shadow this evening, dejected.' + </p> + <p> + 'Did I show it?' + </p> + <p> + She was growing a little suspicious, but this cunning touch of lover-like + interest dispersed the shade. + </p> + <p> + 'To me you did.' + </p> + <p> + 'It was unpardonable to let it be seen.' + </p> + <p> + 'No one else could have observed it.' + </p> + <p> + Her woman's heart was thrilled; for she had concealed the dejection from + Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'It was nothing,' she said; 'a knot in the book I am writing. We poor + authors are worried now and then. But you?' + </p> + <p> + His face rippled by degrees brightly, to excite a reflection in hers. + </p> + <p> + 'Shall I tune you with good news? I think it will excuse me for coming + back.' + </p> + <p> + 'Very good news?' + </p> + <p> + 'Brave news, as far as it goes.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then it concerns you!' + </p> + <p> + 'Me, you, the country.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! do I guess?' cried Diana. 'But speak, pray; I burn.' + </p> + <p> + 'What am I to have for telling it?' + </p> + <p> + 'Put no price. You know my heart. I guess—or fancy. It relates to + your Chief?' + </p> + <p> + Dacier smiled in a way to show the lock without the key; and she was + insensibly drawn nearer to him, speculating on the smile. + </p> + <p> + 'Try again,' said he, keenly appreciating the blindness to his motive of + her studious dark eyes, and her open-lipped breathing. + </p> + <p> + 'Percy! I must be right.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, you are. He has decided!' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! that is the bravest possible. When did you hear?' + </p> + <p> + 'He informed me of his final decision this afternoon.' + </p> + <p> + 'And you were charged with the secret all the evening, and betrayed not a + sign! I compliment the diplomatic statesman. But when will it be public?' + </p> + <p> + 'He calls Parliament together the first week of next month.' + </p> + <p> + 'The proposal is—? No more compromises!' + </p> + <p> + 'Total!' + </p> + <p> + Diana clapped hands; and her aspect of enthusiasm was intoxicating. 'He is + a wise man and a gallant Minister! And while you were reading me through, + I was blind to you,' she added meltingly. + </p> + <p> + 'I have not made too much of it?' said he. + </p> + <p> + 'Indeed you have not.' + </p> + <p> + She was radiant with her dark lightnings, yet visibly subject to him under + the spell of the news he had artfully lengthened out to excite and + overbalance her:—and her enthusiasm was all pointed to his share in + the altered situation, as he well knew and was flattered in knowing. + </p> + <p> + 'So Tony is no longer dejected? I thought I could freshen you and get my + excuse.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! a high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird. I soar. Now I do + feel proud. I have longed for it—to have you leading the country: + not tugged at like a waggon with a treble team uphill. We two are a month + in advance of all England. You stand by him?—only to hear it, for I + am sure of it!' + </p> + <p> + 'We stand or fall together.' + </p> + <p> + Her glowing look doated on the faithful lieutenant. + </p> + <p> + 'And if the henchman is my hero, I am but a waiting-woman. But I must + admire his leader.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tony!' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah! no,' she joined her hands, wondering whither her armed majesty had + fled; 'no softness! no payments! Flatter me by letting me think you came + to a head not a silly woman's heart, with one name on it, as it has not to + betray. I have been frank; you need no proofs...' The supplicating hands + left her figure an easy prey to the storm, and were crushed in a knot on + her bosom. She could only shrink. 'Ah! Percy.. you undo my praise of you—my + pride in receiving you.' + </p> + <p> + They were speechless perforce. + </p> + <p> + 'You see, Tony, my dearest, I am flesh and blood after all.' + </p> + <p> + 'You drive me to be ice and door-bolts!' + </p> + <p> + Her eyes broke over him reproachfully. + </p> + <p> + 'It is not so much to grant,' he murmured. + </p> + <p> + 'It changes everything between us.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not me. It binds me the faster.' + </p> + <p> + 'It makes me a loathsome hypocrite.' + </p> + <p> + 'But, Tony! is it so much?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not if you value it low.' + </p> + <p> + 'But how long do you keep me in this rag-puppet's state of suspension?' + </p> + <p> + 'Patience.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dangling and swinging day and night!' + </p> + <p> + 'The rag-puppet shall be animated and repaid if I have life. I wish to + respect my hero. Have a little mercy. Our day will come: perhaps as + wonderfully as this wonderful news. My friend, drop your hands. Have you + forgotten who I am? I want to think, Percy!' + </p> + <p> + 'But you are mine.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are abasing your own.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, by heaven!' + </p> + <p> + 'Worse, dear friend; you are lowering yourself to the woman who loves + you.' + </p> + <p> + 'You must imagine me superhuman.' + </p> + <p> + 'I worship you—or did.' + </p> + <p> + 'Be reasonable, Tony. What harm! Surely a trifle of recompense? Just to + let me feel I live! You own you love me. Then I am your lover.' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear friend Percy, when I have consented to be your paramour, this + kind of treatment of me will not want apologies.' + </p> + <p> + The plain speaking from the wound he dealt her was effective with a + gentleman who would never have enjoyed his privileges had he been of a + nature unsusceptible to her distinct wish and meaning. + </p> + <p> + He sighed. 'You know how my family bother me. The woman I want, the only + woman I could marry, I can't have.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have her in soul.' + </p> + <p> + 'Body and soul, it must be! I believe you were made without fire.' + </p> + <p> + 'Perhaps. The element is omitted with some of us happily, some think. Now + we can converse. There seems to be a measurement of distances required + before men and women have a chance with their brains:—or before a + man will understand that he can be advised and seconded. When will the + Cabinet be consulted?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, a few days. Promise me...' + </p> + <p> + 'Any honourable promise!' + </p> + <p> + 'You will not keep me waiting longer than the end of the Session?' + </p> + <p> + 'Probably there will be an appeal to the country.' + </p> + <p> + 'In any case, promise me: have some compassion.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, the compassion! You do not choose your words, Percy, or forget who is + the speaker.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is Tony who forgets the time she has kept her lover dangling. Promise, + and I will wait.' + </p> + <p> + 'You hurt my hand, sir.' + </p> + <p> + 'I could crack the knuckles. Promise!' + </p> + <p> + 'Come to me to-morrow.' + </p> + <p> + 'To-morrow you are in your armour-triple brass! All creation cries out for + now. We are mounted on barbs and you talk of ambling.' + </p> + <p> + 'Arthur Rhodes might have spoken that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Rhodes!' he shook off the name in disgust. 'Pet him as much as you like; + don't...' he was unable to phrase his objection. + </p> + <p> + She cooled him further with eulogies of the chevaleresque manner of + speaking which young Mr. Rhodes could assume; till for very wrath of blood—not + jealousy: he had none of any man, with her; and not passion; the little he + had was a fitful gust—he punished her coldness by taking what + hastily could be gathered. + </p> + <p> + Her shape was a pained submission; and she thought: Where is the woman who + ever knows a man!—as women do think when one of their artifices of + evasion with a lover, or the trick of imposingness, has apparently been + subduing him. But the pain was less than previously, for she was now + mistress of herself, fearing no abysses. + </p> + <p> + Dacier released her quickly, saying: 'If I come tomorrow, shall I have the + promise?' + </p> + <p> + She answered: 'Be sure I shall not lie.' + </p> + <p> + 'Why not let me have it before I go?' + </p> + <p> + 'My friend, to tell you the truth, you have utterly distracted me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Forgive me if I did hurt your hand.' + </p> + <p> + 'The hand? You might strike it off.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't be other than a mortal lover, Tony. There's the fact.' + </p> + <p> + 'No; the fault is mine when I am degraded. I trust you: there's the + error.' + </p> + <p> + The trial for Dacier was the sight of her quick-lifting; bosom under the + mask of cold language: an attraction and repulsion in union; a delirium to + any lover impelled to trample on weak defences. But the evident pain he + inflicted moved his pity, which helped to restore his conception of the + beauty of her character. She stood so nobly meek. And she was never + prudish, only self-respecting. Although the great news he imparted had + roused an ardent thirst for holiday and a dash out of harness, and he + could hardly check it, he yielded her the lead. + </p> + <p> + 'Trust me you may,' he said. 'But you know—we are one. The world has + given you to me, me to you. Why should we be asunder? There's no reason in + it.' + </p> + <p> + She replied: 'But still I wish to burn a little incense in honour of + myself, or else I cannot live. It is the truth. You make Death my truer + friend, and at this moment I would willingly go out. You would respect me + more dead than alive. I could better pardon you too.' + </p> + <p> + He pleaded for the red mouth's pardon, remotely irritated by the suspicion + that she swayed him overmuch: and he had deserved the small benevolences + and donations of love, crumbs and heavenly dews! + </p> + <p> + 'Not a word of pardon,' said Diana. 'I shall never count an iota against + you “in the dark backward and abysm of Time.” This news is great, and I + have sunk beneath it. Come tomorrow. Then we will speak upon whatever you + can prove rational. The hour is getting late.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier took a draught of her dark beauty with the crimson he had kindled + over the cheeks. Her lips were firmly closed, her eyes grave; dry, but + seeming to waver tearfully in their heavy fulness. He could not doubt her + love of him; and although chafing at the idea that she swayed him absurdly—beyond + the credible in his world of wag-tongues—he resumed his natural + soberness, as a garment, not very uneasily fitting: whence it ensued—for + so are we influenced by the garb we put on us—that his manly + sentiment of revolt in being condemned to play second, was repressed by + the refreshment breathed on him from her lofty character, the pure jewel + proffered to his, inward ownership. + </p> + <p> + 'Adieu for the night,' he said, and she smiled. He pressed for a pressure + of her hand. She brightened her smile instead, and said only: 'Good night, + Percy.' + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0032" id="link2HCH0032"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXII. WHEREIN WE BEHOLD A GIDDY TURN AT THE SPECTRAL CROSSWAYS + </h2> + <h3> + Danvers accompanied Mr. Dacier to the house-door. Climbing the stairs, she + found her mistress in the drawing-room still. + </h3> + <p> + 'You must be cold, ma'am,' she said, glancing at the fire-grate. + </p> + <p> + 'Is it a frost?' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'It's midnight and midwinter, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + 'Has it struck midnight?' + </p> + <p> + The mantel-piece clock said five minutes past. + </p> + <p> + 'You had better go to bed, Danvers, or you will lose your bloom. Stop; you + are a faithful soul. Great things are happening and I am agitated. Mr. + Dacier has told me news. He came back purposely.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, ma'am,' said Danvers. 'He had a great deal to tell?' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, he had.' Diana coloured at the first tentative impertinence she had + heard from her maid. 'What is the secret of you, Danvers? What attaches + you to me?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sure I don't know, ma'am. I'm romantic.' + </p> + <p> + 'And you think me a romantic object?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sure I can't say, ma'am. I'd rather serve you than any other lady; + and I wish you was happy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do you suppose I am unhappy?' + </p> + <p> + 'I'm sure—but if I may speak, ma'am: so handsome and clever a lady! + and young! I can't bear to see it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tush, you silly woman. You read your melting tales, and imagine. I must + go and write for money: it is my profession. And I haven't an idea in my + head. This news disturbs me. Ruin if I don't write; so I must.—I + can't!' + </p> + <p> + Diana beheld the ruin. She clasped the great news for succour. Great + indeed: and known but to her of all the outer world. She was ahead of all—ahead + of Mr. Tonans! + </p> + <p> + The visionary figure of Mr. Tonans petrified by the great news, drinking + it, and confessing her ahead of him in the race for secrets, arose + toweringly. She had not ever seen the Editor in his den at midnight. With + the rumble of his machinery about him, and fresh matter arriving and + flying into the printing-press, it must be like being in the very + furnace-hissing of Events: an Olympian Council held in Vulcan's smithy. + Consider the bringing to the Jove there news of such magnitude as to + stupefy him! He, too, who had admonished her rather sneeringly for + staleness in her information. But this news, great though it was, and + throbbing like a heart plucked out of a breathing body, throbbed but for a + brief term, a day or two; after which, great though it was, immense, it + relapsed into a common organ, a possession of the multitude, merely + historically curious. + </p> + <p> + 'You are not afraid of the streets at night?' Diana said to her maid, as + they were going upstairs. + </p> + <p> + 'Not when we're driving, ma'am,' was the answer. + </p> + <p> + THE MAN OF TWO MINDS faced his creatrix in the dressing-room, still + delivering that most ponderous of sentences—a smothering pillow! + </p> + <p> + I have mistaken my vocation, thought Diana: I am certainly the flattest + proser who ever penned a line. + </p> + <p> + She sent Dangers into the bedroom on a trifling errand, unable to bear the + woman's proximity, and oddly unwilling to dismiss her. + </p> + <p> + She pressed her hands on her eyelids. Would Percy have humiliated her so + if he had respected her? He took advantage of the sudden loss of her + habitual queenly initiative at the wonderful news to debase and stain + their intimacy. The lover's behaviour was judged by her sensations: she + felt humiliated, plucked violently from the throne where she had long been + sitting securely, very proudly. That was at an end. If she was to be + better than the loathsomest of hypocrites, she must deny him his admission + to the house. And then what was her life! + </p> + <p> + Something that was pressing her low, she knew not how, and left it + unquestioned, incited her to exaggerate the indignity her pride had + suffered. She was a dethroned woman. Deeper within, an unmasked actress, + she said. Oh, she forgave him! But clearly he took her for the same as + other women consenting to receive a privileged visitor. And sounding + herself to the soul, was she so magnificently better? Her face flamed. She + hugged her arms at her breast to quiet the beating, and dropped them when + she surprised herself embracing the memory. He had brought political news, + and treated her as—name the thing! Not designedly, it might be: her + position invited it. 'The world had given her to him.' The world is always + a prophet of the mire; but the world is no longer an utterly mistaken + world. She shook before it. + </p> + <p> + She asked herself why Percy or the world should think highly of an + adventuress, who was a denounced wife, a wretched author, and on the verge + of bankruptcy. She was an adventuress. When she held The Crossways she had + at least a bit of solid footing: now gone. An adventuress without an idea + in her head: witness her dullard, The Man of Two Minds, at his work of + sermonizing his mistress. + </p> + <p> + The tremendous pressure upon our consciousness of the material cause, when + we find ourselves cast among the breakers of moral difficulties and + endeavour to elude that mudvisaged monster, chiefly by feigning + unconsciousness, was an experience of Diana's, in the crisis to which she + was wrought. Her wits were too acute, her nature too direct, to permit of + a lengthened confusion. She laid the scourge on her flesh smartly.—I + gave him these privileges because I am weak as the weakest, base as my + enemies proclaim me. I covered my woman's vile weakness with an air of + intellectual serenity that he, choosing his moment, tore away, exposing me + to myself, as well as to him, the most ordinary of reptiles. I kept up a + costly household for the sole purpose of seeing him and having him near + me. Hence this bitter need of money!—Either it must be money or + disgrace. Money would assist her quietly to amend and complete her work. + Yes, and this want of money, in a review of the last two years, was the + material cause of her recklessness. It was, her revived and uprising + pudency declared, the principal; the only cause. Mere want of money. + </p> + <p> + And she had a secret worth thousands! The secret of a day, no more: + anybody's secret after some four and twenty hours. + </p> + <p> + She smiled at the fancied elongation and stare of the features of Mr. + Tonans in his editorial midnight den. + </p> + <p> + What if he knew it and could cap it with something novel and stranger? + Hardly. But it was an inciting suggestion. + </p> + <p> + She began to tremble as a lightning-flash made visible her fortunes + recovered, disgrace averted, hours of peace for composition stretching + before her: a summer afternoon's vista. + </p> + <p> + It seemed a duel between herself and Mr. Tonans, and she sure of her + triumph—Diana victrix! + </p> + <p> + 'Danvers!' she called. + </p> + <p> + 'Is it to undress, ma'am?' said the maid, entering to her. + </p> + <p> + 'You are not afraid of the streets, you tell me. I have to go down to the + City, I think. It is urgent. Yes, I must go. If I were to impart the news + to you, your head would be a tolling bell for a month.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will take a cab, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + 'We must walk out to find one. I must go, though I should have to go on + foot. Quick with bonnet and shawl; muffle up warmly. We have never been + out so late: but does it matter? You're a brave soul, I'm sure, and you + shall have your fee.' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't care for money, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + 'When we get home you shall kiss me.' + </p> + <p> + Danvers clothed her mistress in furs and rich wrappings: Not paid for! was + Diana's desperate thought, and a wrong one; but she had to seem the + precipitated bankrupt and succeeded. She was near being it. The boiling of + her secret carried her through the streets rapidly and unobservantly + except of such small things as the glow of the lights on the pavements and + the hushed cognizance of the houses, in silence to a thoroughfare where a + willing cabman was met. The destination named, he nodded alertly he had + driven gentlemen there at night from the House of Commons, he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Our Parliament is now sitting, and you drive ladies,' Diana replied. + </p> + <p> + 'I hope I know one, never mind the hour,' said he of the capes. + </p> + <p> + He was bidden to drive rapidly. + </p> + <p> + 'Complexion a tulip: you do not often see a pale cabman,' she remarked to + Danvers, who began laughing, as she always expected to do on an excursion + with her mistress. + </p> + <p> + 'Do you remember, ma'am, the cabman taking us to the coach, when you + thought of going to the continent?' + </p> + <p> + 'And I went to The Crossways? I have forgotten him.' + </p> + <p> + 'He declared you was so beautiful a lady he would drive you to the end of + England for nothing.' + </p> + <p> + 'It must have been when I was paying him. Put it out of your mind, + Danvers, that there are individual cabmen. They are the painted flowers of + our metropolitan thoroughfares, and we gather them in rows.' + </p> + <p> + 'They have their feelings, ma'am.' + </p> + <p> + 'Brandied feelings are not pathetic to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I like to think kindly of them,' Danvers remarked, in reproof of her + inhumanity; adding: 'They may overturn us!' at which Diana laughed. Her + eyes were drawn to a brawl of women and men in the street. 'Ah! that + miserable sight!' she cried. 'It is the everlasting nightmare of London.' + </p> + <p> + Danvers humped, femininely injured by the notice of it. She wondered her + mistress should deign to. + </p> + <p> + Rolling on between the blind and darkened houses, Diana transferred her + sensations to them, and in a fit of the nerves imagined them beholding a + funeral convoy without followers. + </p> + <p> + They came in view of the domed cathedral, hearing, in a pause of the + wheels, the bell of the hour. 'Faster—faster! my dear man,' Diana + murmured, and they entered a small still square of many lighted windows. + </p> + <p> + 'This must be where the morrow is manufactured,' she said. 'Tell the man + to wait.—Or rather it's the mirror of yesterday: we have to look + backward to see forward in life.' + </p> + <p> + She talked her cool philosophy to mask her excitement from herself. Her + card, marked: 'Imperative-two minutes,' was taken up to Mr. Tonans. They + ascended to the editorial ante-room. Doors opened and shut, hasty feet + traversed the corridors, a dull hum in dumbness told of mighty business at + work. Diana received the summons to the mighty head of the establishment. + Danvers was left to speculate. She heard the voice of Mr. Tonans: 'Not + more than two!' This was not a place for compliments. Men passed her, + hither and yonder, cursorily noticing the presence of a woman. She lost, + very strangely to her, the sense of her sex and became an object—a + disregarded object. Things of more importance were about. Her feminine + self-esteem was troubled; all idea of attractiveness expired. Here was + manifestly a spot where women had dropped from the secondary to the + cancelled stage of their extraordinary career in a world either blowing + them aloft like soap-bubbles or quietly shelving them as supernumeraries. + A gentleman—sweet vision!—shot by to the editor's door, + without even looking cursorily. He knocked. Mr. Tonans appeared and took + him by the arm, dictating at a great rate; perceived Danvers, frowned at + the female, and requested him to wait in the room, which the gentleman + did, not once casting eye upon a woman. At last her mistress returned to + her, escorted so far by Mr. Tonans, and he refreshingly bent his back to + bow over her hand: so we have the satisfaction of knowing that we are not + such poor creatures after all! Suffering in person, Danvers was revived by + the little show of homage to her sex. + </p> + <p> + They descended the stairs. + </p> + <p> + 'You are not an Editor of a paper, but you may boast that you have been + near the nest of one,' Diana said, when they resumed their seats in the + cab. She breathed deeply from time to time, as if under a weight, or + relieved of it, but she seemed animated, and she dropped now and again a + funny observation of the kind that tickled Danvers and caused the maid to + boast of her everywhere as better than a Play. + </p> + <p> + At home, Danvers busied her hands to supply her mistress a cup of + refreshing tea and a plate of biscuits. + </p> + <p> + Diana had stunned herself with the strange weight of the expedition, and + had not a thought. In spite of tea at that hour, she slept soundly through + the remainder of the night, dreamlessly till late into the morning. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0033" id="link2HCH0033"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIII. EXHIBITS THE SPRINGING OF A MINE IN A NEWSPAPER ARTICLE + </h2> + <p> + The powers of harmony would seem to be tried to their shrewdest pitch when + Politics and Love are planted together in a human breast. This apparently + opposite couple can nevertheless chant a very sweet accord, as was shown + by Dacier on his homeward walk from Diana's house. Let Love lead, the God + will make music of any chamber-comrade. He was able to think of affairs of + State while feeling the satisfied thirst of the lover whose pride, + irritated by confidential wild eulogies of the beautiful woman, had + recently clamoured for proofs of his commandership. The impression she + stamped on him at Copsley remained, but it could not occupy the foreground + for ever. He did not object to play second to her sprightly wits in + converse, if he had some warm testimony to his mastery over her blood. For + the world had given her to him, enthusiastic friends had congratulated + him: she had exalted him for true knightliness; and he considered the + proofs well earned, though he did not value them low. They were little by + comparison. They lighted, instead of staining, her unparalleled high + character. + </p> + <p> + She loved him. Full surely did she love him, or such a woman would never + have consented to brave the world; once in their project of flight, and + next, even more endearingly when contemplated, in the sacrifice of her + good name; not omitting that fervent memory of her pained submission, but + a palpitating submission, to his caress. She was in his arms again at the + thought of it. He had melted her, and won the confession of her senses by + a surprise, and he owned that never had woman been so vigilantly + self-guarded or so watchful to keep her lover amused and aloof. Such a + woman deserved long service. But then the long service deserved its time + of harvest. Her surging look of reproach in submission pointed to the + golden time, and as he was a man of honour, pledged to her for life, he + had no remorse, and no scruple in determining to exact her dated promise, + on this occasion deliberately. She was the woman to be his wife; she was + his mind's mate: they had hung apart in deference to mere scruples too + long. During the fierce battle of the Session she would be his help, his + fountain of counsel; and she would be the rosy gauze-veiled more than cold + helper and adviser, the being which would spur her womanly intelligence to + acknowledge, on this occasion deliberately, the wisdom of the step. They + had been so close to it! She might call it madness then: now it was + wisdom. Each had complete experience of the other, and each vowed the step + must be taken. As to the secret communicated, he exulted in the pardonable + cunning of the impulse turning him back to her house after the guests had + gone, and the dexterous play of his bait on the line, tempting her to + guess and quit her queenly guard. Though it had not been distinctly + schemed, the review of it in that light added to the enjoyment. It had + been dimly and richly conjectured as a hoped result. Small favours from + her were really worth, thrice worth, the utmost from other women. They + tasted the sweeter for the winning of them artfully—an honourable + thing in love. Nature, rewarding the lover's ingenuity and enterprise, + inspires him with old Greek notions of right and wrong: and love is indeed + a fluid mercurial realm, continually shifting the principles of rectitude + and larceny. As long as he means nobly, what is there to condemn him? Not + she in her heart. She was the presiding divinity. + </p> + <p> + And she, his Tony, that splendid Diana, was the woman the world abused! + Whom will it not abuse? + </p> + <p> + The slough she would have to plunge in before he could make her his own + with the world's consent, was already up to her throat. She must, and + without further hesitation, be steeped, that he might drag her out, washed + of the imputed defilement, and radiant, as she was in character. + Reflection now said this; not impulse. Her words rang through him. At + every meeting she said things to confound his estimate of the wits of + women, or be remembered for some spirited ring they had: A high wind will + make a dead leaf fly like a bird. He murmured it and flew with her. She + quickened a vein of imagination that gave him entrance to a strangely + brilliant sphere, above his own, where, she sustaining, he too could soar; + and he did, scarce conscious of walking home, undressing, falling asleep. + </p> + <p> + The act of waking was an instantaneous recovery of his emotional rapture + of the overnight; nor was it a bar to graver considerations. His Chief had + gone down to a house in the country; his personal business was to see and + sound the followers of their party—after another sight of his Tony. + She would be sure to counsel sagaciously; she always did. She had a + marvellous intuition of the natures of the men he worked with, solely from + his chance descriptions of them; it was as though he started the bird and + she transfixed it. And she should not have matter to rule her smooth + brows: that he swore to. She should sway him as she pleased, be respected + after her prescribed manner. The promise must be exacted; nothing besides, + promise.—You see, Tony, you cannot be less than Tony to me now, he + addressed the gentle phantom of her. Let me have your word, and I am your + servant till the Session ends.—Tony blushes her swarthy crimson: + Diana, fluttering, rebukes her; but Diana is the appeasable Goddess; Tony + is the woman, and she loves him. The glorious Goddess need not cut them + adrift; they can show her a book of honest pages. + </p> + <p> + Dacier could truthfully say he had worshipped, done knightly service to + the beloved woman, homage to the aureole encircling her. Those friends of + his, covertly congratulating him on her preference, doubtless thought him + more privileged than he was; but they did not know Diana; and they were + welcome, if they would only believe, to the knowledge that he was at the + feet of this most sovereign woman. He despised the particular Satyr-world + which, whatever the nature or station of the woman, crowns the desecrator, + and bestows the title of Fool on the worshipper. He could have answered + veraciously that she had kept him from folly. + </p> + <p> + Nevertheless the term to service must come. In the assurance of the + approaching term he stood braced against a blowing world; happy as men are + when their muscles are strung for a prize they pluck with the energy and + aim of their whole force. + </p> + <p> + Letters and morning papers were laid for him to peruse in his + dressing-room. He read his letters before the bath. Not much public news + was expected at the present season. While dressing, he turned over the + sheets of Whitmonby's journal. Dull comments on stale things. Foreign + news. Home news, with the leaders on them, identically dull. Behold the + effect of Journalism: a witty man, sparkling overnight, gets into his + pulpit and proses; because he must say something, and he really knows + nothing. + </p> + <p> + Journalists have an excessive overestimate of their influence. They + cannot, as Diana said, comparing them with men on the Parliamentary + platform, cannot feel they are aboard the big vessel; they can only strive + to raise a breeze, or find one to swell; and they cannot measure the + stoutness or the greatness of the good ship England. Dacier's personal + ambition was inferior to his desire to extend and strengthen his England. + Parliament was the field, Government the office. How many conversations + had passed between him and Diana on that patriotic dream! She had often + filled his drooping sails; he owned it proudly:—and while the world, + both the hoofed and the rectilinear portions, were biting at her + character! Had he fretted her self-respect? He blamed himself, but a + devoted service must have its term. + </p> + <p> + The paper of Mr. Tonans was reserved for perusal at breakfast. He reserved + it because Tonans was an opponent, tricksy and surprising now and then, + amusing too; unlikely to afford him serious reflections. The recent + endeavours of his journal to whip the Government-team to a + right-about-face were annoying, preposterous. Dacier had admitted to Diana + that Tonans merited the thanks of the country during 'the discreditable + Railway mania, when his articles had a fine exhortative and prophetic + twang, and had done marked good. Otherwise, as regarded the Ministry, the + veering gusts of Tonans were objectionable: he 'raised the breeze' + wantonly as well as disagreeably. Any one can whip up the populace if he + has the instruments; and Tonans frequently intruded on the Ministry's + prerogative to govern. The journalist was bidding against the statesman. + But such is the condition of a rapidly Radicalizing country! We must take + it as it is. + </p> + <p> + With a complacent, What now, Dacier fixed his indifferent eyes on the + first column of the leaders. He read, and his eyes grew horny. He jerked + back at each sentence, electrified, staring. The article was shorter than + usual. Total Repeal was named; the precise date when the Minister intended + calling Parliament together to propose it. The 'Total Repeal' might be + guess-work—an Editor's bold stroke; but the details, the date, were + significant of positive information. The Minister's definite and immediate + instructions were exactly stated. + </p> + <p> + Where could the fellow have got hold of that? Dacier asked the blank + ceiling. + </p> + <p> + He frowned at vacant corners of the room in an effort to conjure some + speculation indicative of the source. + </p> + <p> + Had his Chief confided the secret to another and a traitor? Had they been + overheard in his library when the project determined on was put in plain + speech? + </p> + <p> + The answer was no, impossible, to each question. + </p> + <p> + He glanced at Diana. She? But it was past midnight when he left her. And + she would never have betrayed him, never, never. To imagine it a moment + was an injury to her. + </p> + <p> + Where else could he look? It had been specially mentioned in the + communication as a secret by his Chief, who trusted him and no others. Up + to the consultation with the Cabinet, it was a thing to be guarded like + life itself. Not to a soul except Diana would Dacier have breathed + syllable of any secret—and one of this weight! + </p> + <p> + He ran down the article again. There were the facts; undeniable facts; and + they detonated with audible roaring and rounding echoes of them over + England. How did they come there? As well inquire how man came on the face + of the earth. + </p> + <p> + He had to wipe his forehead perpetually. Think as he would in exaltation + of Diana to shelter himself, he was the accused. He might not be the + guilty, but he had opened his mouth; and though it was to her only, and + she, as Dunstane had sworn, true as steel, he could not escape + condemnation. He had virtually betrayed his master. Diana would never + betray her lover, but the thing was in the air as soon as uttered: and off + to the printing-press! Dacier's grotesque fancy under annoyance pictured a + stream of small printer's devils in flight from his babbling lips. + </p> + <p> + He consumed bits of breakfast, with a sour confession that a + newspaper-article had hit him at last, and stunningly. + </p> + <p> + Hat and coat were called for. The state of aimlessness in hot perplexity + demands a show of action. Whither to go first was as obscure as what to + do. Diana said of the Englishman's hat and coat, that she supposed they + were to make him a walking presentment of the house he had shut up behind + him. A shot of the eye at the glass confirmed the likeness, but with a + ruefully wry-faced repudiation of it internally:—Not so shut up! the + reverse of that-a common babbler. + </p> + <p> + However, there was no doubt of Diana. First he would call on her. The + pleasantest dose in perturbations of the kind is instinctively taken + first. She would console, perhaps direct him to guess how the secret had + leaked. But so suddenly, immediately! It was inexplicable. + </p> + <p> + Sudden and immediate consequences were experienced. On the steps of his + house his way was blocked by the arrival of Mr. Quintin Manx, who jumped + out of a cab, bellowing interjections and interrogations in a breath. Was + there anything in that article? He had read it at breakfast, and it had + choked him. Dacier was due at a house and could not wait: he said, rather + sharply, he was not responsible for newspaper articles. Quintin Manx, a + senior gentleman and junior landowner, vowed that no Minister intending to + sell the country should treat him as a sheep. The shepherd might go; he + would not carry his flock with him. But was there a twinkle of probability + in the story?... that article! Dacier was unable to inform him; he was + very hurried, had to keep an appointment. + </p> + <p> + 'If I let you go, will you come and lunch with me at two?' said Quintin. + </p> + <p> + To get rid of him, Dacier nodded and agreed. + </p> + <p> + 'Two o'clock, mind!' was bawled at his heels as he walked off with his + long stride, unceremoniously leaving the pursy gentleman of sixty to + settle with his cabman far to the rear. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0034" id="link2HCH0034"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIV. IN WHICH IT IS DARKLY SEEN HOW THE CRIMINAL'S JUDGE MAY BE + LOVE'S CRIMINAL. + </h2> + <p> + When we are losing balance on a precipice we do not think much of the + thing we have clutched for support. Our balance is restored and we have + not fallen; that is the comfortable reflection: we stand as others do, and + we will for the future be warned to avoid the dizzy stations which cry for + resources beyond a common equilibrium, and where a slip precipitates us to + ruin. + </p> + <p> + When, further, it is a woman planted in a burning blush, having to + idealize her feminine weakness, that she may not rebuke herself for + grovelling, the mean material acts by which she sustains a tottering + position are speedily swallowed in the one pervading flame. She sees but + an ashen curl of the path she has traversed to safety, if anything. + </p> + <p> + Knowing her lover was to come in the morning, Diana's thoughts dwelt + wholly upon the way to tell him, as tenderly as possible without danger to + herself, that her time for entertaining was over until she had finished + her book; indefinitely, therefore. The apprehension of his complaining + pricked the memory that she had something to forgive. He had sunk her in + her own esteem by compelling her to see her woman's softness. But how high + above all other men her experience of him could place him notwithstanding! + He had bowed to the figure of herself, dearer than herself, that she set + before him: and it was a true figure to the world; a too fictitious to any + but the most knightly of lovers. She forgave; and a shudder seized her.—Snake! + she rebuked the delicious run of fire through her veins; for she was not + like the idol women of imperishable type, who are never for a twinkle the + prey of the blood: statues created by man's common desire to impress upon + the sex his possessing pattern of them as domestic decorations. + </p> + <p> + When she entered the room to Dacier and they touched hands, she rejoiced + in her coolness, without any other feeling or perception active. Not to be + unkind, not too kind: this was her task. She waited for the passage of + commonplaces. + </p> + <p> + 'You slept well, Percy?' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes; and you?' + </p> + <p> + 'I don't think I even dreamed.' + </p> + <p> + They sat. She noticed the cloud on him and waited for his allusion to it, + anxious concerning him simply. + </p> + <p> + Dacier flung the hair off his temples. Words of Titanic formation were + hurling in his head at journals and journalists. He muttered his disgust + of them. + </p> + <p> + 'Is there anything to annoy you in the papers to-day?' she asked, and + thought how handsome his face was in anger. + </p> + <p> + The paper of Mr. Tonans was named by him. 'You have not seen it? + </p> + <p> + 'I have not opened it yet.' + </p> + <p> + He sprang up. 'The truth is, those fellows can now afford to buy right and + left, corrupt every soul alive! There must have been a spy at the keyhole. + I'm pretty certain—I could swear it was not breathed to any ear but + mine; and there it is this morning in black and white.' + </p> + <p> + 'What is?' cried Diana, turning to him on her chair. + </p> + <p> + 'The thing I told you last night.' + </p> + <p> + Her lips worked, as if to spell the thing. 'Printed, do you say?' she + rose. + </p> + <p> + 'Printed. In a leading article, loud as a trumpet; a hue and cry running + from end to end of the country. And my Chief has already had the + satisfaction of seeing the secret he confided to me yesterday roared in + all the thoroughfares this morning. They've got the facts: his decision to + propose it, and the date—the whole of it! But who could have + betrayed it?' + </p> + <p> + For the first time since her midnight expedition she felt a sensation of + the full weight of the deed. She heard thunder. + </p> + <p> + She tried to disperse the growing burden by an inward summons to contempt + of the journalistic profession, but nothing would come. She tried to + minimize it, and her brain succumbed. Her views of the deed last night and + now throttled reason in two contending clutches. The enormity swelled its + dimensions, taking shape, and pointing magnetically at her. She stood + absolutely, amazedly, bare before it. + </p> + <p> + 'Is it of such very great importance?' she said, like one supplicating him + to lessen it. + </p> + <p> + 'A secret of State? If you ask whether it is of great importance to me, + relatively it is of course. Nothing greater. Personally my conscience is + clear. I never mentioned it—couldn't have mentioned it—to any + one but you. I'm not the man to blab secrets. He spoke to me because he + knew he could trust me. To tell you the truth, I'm brought to a dead stop. + I can't make a guess. + </p> + <p> + I'm certain, from what he said, that he trusted me only with it: perfectly + certain. I know him well. He was in his library, speaking in his usual + conversational tone, deliberately, nor overloud. He stated that it was a + secret between us.' + </p> + <p> + 'Will it affect him?' + </p> + <p> + 'This article? Why, naturally it will. You ask strange questions. A + Minister coming to a determination like that! It affects him vitally. The + members of the Cabinet are not so devoted.... It affects us all—the + whole Party; may split it to pieces! There's no reckoning the upset right + and left. If it were false, it could be refuted; we could despise it as a + trick of journalism. It's true. There's the mischief. Tonans did not + happen to call here last night?—absurd! I left later than twelve.' + </p> + <p> + 'No, but let me hear,' Diana said hurriedly, for the sake of uttering the + veracious negative and to slur it over. 'Let me hear...' She could not + muster an idea. + </p> + <p> + Her delicious thrilling voice was a comfort to him. He lifted his breast + high and thumped it, trying to smile. 'After all, it's pleasant being with + you, Tony. Give me your hand—you may: I 'm bothered—confounded + by this morning surprise. It was like walking against the muzzle of a + loaded cannon suddenly unmasked. One can't fathom the mischief it will do. + And I shall be suspected, and can't quite protest myself the spotless + innocent. Not even to my heart's mistress! to the wife of the bosom! I + suppose I'm no Roman. You won't give me your hand? Tony, you might, seeing + I am rather...' + </p> + <p> + A rush of scalding tears flooded her eyes. + </p> + <p> + 'Don't touch me,' she said, and forced her sight to look straight at him + through the fiery shower. 'I have done positive mischief?' + </p> + <p> + 'You, my dear Tony?' He doated on her face. 'I don't blame you, I blame + myself. These things should never be breathed. Once in the air, the devil + has hold of them. Don't take it so much to heart. The thing's bad enough + to bear as it is. Tears! Let me have the hand. I came, on my honour, with + the most honest intention to submit to your orders: but if I see you + weeping in sympathy!' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! for heaven's sake,' she caught her hands away from him, 'don't be + generous. Whip me with scorpions. And don't touch me,' cried Diana. 'Do + you understand? You did not name it as a secret. I did not imagine it to + be a secret of immense, immediate importance.' + </p> + <p> + 'But—what?' shouted Dacier, stiffening. + </p> + <p> + He wanted her positive meaning, as she perceived, having hoped that it was + generally taken and current, and the shock to him over. + </p> + <p> + 'I had... I had not a suspicion of doing harm, Percy.' + </p> + <p> + 'But what harm have you done? No riddles!' + </p> + <p> + His features gave sign of the break in their common ground, the widening + gulf. + </p> + <p> + 'I went... it was a curious giddiness: I can't account for it. I + thought...' + </p> + <p> + 'Went? You went where?' + </p> + <p> + 'Last night. I would speak intelligibly: my mind has gone. Ah! you look. + It is not so bad as my feeling.' + </p> + <p> + 'But where did you go last night? What!—to Tonans?' + </p> + <p> + She drooped her head: she saw the track of her route cleaving the darkness + in a demoniacal zig-zag and herself in demon's grip. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' she confronted him. 'I went to Mr. Tonans.' + </p> + <p> + 'Why?' + </p> + <p> + 'I went to him—' + </p> + <p> + 'You went alone?' + </p> + <p> + 'I took my maid.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well?' + </p> + <p> + 'It was late when you left me...' + </p> + <p> + 'Speak plainly!' + </p> + <p> + 'I am trying: I will tell you all.' + </p> + <p> + 'At once, if you please.' + </p> + <p> + 'I went to him—why? There is no accounting for it. He sneered + constantly at my stale information.' + </p> + <p> + 'You gave him constant information?' + </p> + <p> + 'No: in our ordinary talk. He railed at me for being “out of it.” I must + be childish: I went to show him—oh! my vanity! I think I must have + been possessed.' + </p> + <p> + She watched the hardening of her lover's eyes. They penetrated, and + through them she read herself insufferably. + </p> + <p> + But it was with hesitation still that he said: 'Then you betrayed me?' + </p> + <p> + 'Percy! I had not a suspicion of mischief.' + </p> + <p> + 'You went straight to this man?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not thinking...' + </p> + <p> + 'You sold me to a journalist!' + </p> + <p> + 'I thought it was a secret of a day. I don't think you—no, you did + not tell me to keep it secret. A word from you would have been enough. I + was in extremity.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier threw his hands up and broke away. He had an impulse to dash from + the room, to get a breath of different air. He stood at the window, + observing tradesmen's carts, housemaids, blank doors, dogs, a beggar + fifer. Her last words recurred to him. He turned: 'You were in extremity, + you said. What is the meaning of that? What extremity?' + </p> + <p> + Her large dark eyes flashed powerlessly; her shape appeared to have + narrowed; her tongue, too, was a feeble penitent. + </p> + <p> + 'You ask a creature to recall her acts of insanity.' + </p> + <p> + 'There must be some signification in your words, I suppose.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will tell you as clearly as I can. You have the right to be my judge. I + was in extremity—that is, I saw no means... I could not write: it + was ruin coming.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah?—you took payment for playing spy?' + </p> + <p> + 'I fancied I could retrieve... Now I see the folly, the baseness. I was + blind.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you sold me to a journalist for money?' + </p> + <p> + The intolerable scourge fetched a stifled scream from her and drove her + pacing, but there was no escape; she returned to meet it. + </p> + <p> + The room was a cage to both of them, and every word of either was a sting. + </p> + <p> + 'Percy, I did not imagine he would use it—make use of it as he has + done.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not? And when he paid for it?' + </p> + <p> + 'I fancied it would be merely of general service—if any.' + </p> + <p> + 'Distributed; I see: not leading to the exposure of the communicant!' + </p> + <p> + 'You are harsh; but I would not have you milder.' + </p> + <p> + The meekness of such a mischief-doer was revolting and called for the + lash. + </p> + <p> + 'Do me the favour to name the sum. I am curious to learn what my + imbecility was counted worth.' + </p> + <p> + 'No sum was named.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have I been bought for a song?' + </p> + <p> + 'It was a suggestion—no definite... nothing stipulated.' + </p> + <p> + 'You were to receive money!' + </p> + <p> + 'Leave me a bit of veiling! No, you shall behold me the thing I am. + Listen... I was poor...' + </p> + <p> + 'You might have applied to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'For money! That I could not do: + </p> + <p> + 'Better than betraying me, believe me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I had no thought of betraying. I hope I could have died rather than + consciously betray.' + </p> + <p> + 'Money! My whole fortune was at your, disposal.' + </p> + <p> + 'I was beset with debts, unable to write, and, last night when you left + me, abject. It seemed to me that you disrespected me...' + </p> + <p> + 'Last night!' Dacier cried with lashing emphasis. + </p> + <p> + 'It is evident to me that I have the reptile in me, Percy. Or else I am + subject to lose my reason. I went... I went like a bullet: I cannot + describe it; I was mad. I need a strong arm, I want help. I am given to + think that I do my best and can be independent; I break down. I went + blindly—now I see it—for the chance of recovering my position, + as the gambler casts; and he wins or loses. With me it is the soul that is + lost. No exact sum was named; thousands were hinted.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are hardly practical on points of business.' + </p> + <p> + 'I was insane.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think you said you slept well after it,' Dacier remarked. + </p> + <p> + 'I had so little the idea of having done evilly, that I slept without a + dream.' + </p> + <p> + He shrugged:—the consciences of women are such smooth deeps, or + running shallows. + </p> + <p> + 'I have often wondered how your newspaper men got their information,' he + said, and muttered: 'Money-women!' adding: 'Idiots to prime them! And I + one of the leaky vessels! Well, we learn. I have been rather astonished at + times of late at the scraps of secret knowledge displayed by Tonans. If he + flourishes his thousands! The wonder is, he doesn't corrupt the Ministers' + wives. Perhaps he does. Marriage will become a danger-sign to + Parliamentary members. Foreign women do these tricks... women of a + well-known stamp. It is now a full year, I think, since I began to speak + to you of secret matters—and congratulated myself, I recollect, on + your thirst for them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Percy, if you suspect that I have uttered one word before last night, you + are wrong. I cannot paint my temptation or my loss of sense last night. + Previously I was blameless. I thirsted, yes; but in the hope of helping + you.' + </p> + <p> + He looked at her. She perceived how glitteringly loveless his eyes had + grown. It was her punishment; and though the enamoured woman's heart + protested it excessive, she accepted it. + </p> + <p> + 'I can never trust you again,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'I fear you will not,' she replied. + </p> + <p> + His coming back to her after the departure of the guests last night shone + on him in splendid colours of single-minded loverlike devotion. 'I came to + speak to my own heart. I thought it would give you pleasure; thought I + could trust you utterly. I had not the slightest conception I was + imperilling my honour...!' + </p> + <p> + He stopped. Her bloodless fixed features revealed an intensity of anguish + that checked him. Only her mouth, a little open for the sharp breath, + appeared dumbly beseeching. Her large eyes met his like steel to steel, as + of one who would die fronting the weapon. + </p> + <p> + He strangled a loathsome inclination to admire. + </p> + <p> + 'So good bye,' he said. + </p> + <p> + She moved her lips. + </p> + <p> + He said no more. In half a minute he was gone. + </p> + <p> + To her it was the plucking of life out of her breast. + </p> + <p> + She pressed her hands where heart had been. The pallor and cold of death + took her body. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0035" id="link2HCH0035"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXV. REVEALS HOW THE TRUE HEROINE OF ROMANCE COMES FINALLY TO + HER, TIME OF TRIUMPH + </h2> + <p> + The shutting of her house-door closed for Dacier that woman's history in + connection with himself. He set his mind on the consequences of the act of + folly—the trusting a secret to a woman. All were possibly not so + bad: none should be trusted. + </p> + <p> + The air of the street fanned him agreeably as he revolved the horrible + project of confession to the man who had put faith in him. Particulars + might be asked. She would be unnamed, but an imagination of the effect of + naming her placarded a notorious woman in fresh paint: two members of the + same family her victims! + </p> + <p> + And last night, no later than last night, he had swung round at this very + corner of the street to give her the fullest proof of his affection. He + beheld a dupe trotting into a carefully-laid pitfall. She had him by the + generosity of his confidence in her. Moreover, the recollection of her + recent feeble phrasing, when she stood convicted of the treachery, when a + really clever woman would have developed her resources, led him to doubt + her being so finely gifted. She was just clever enough to hoodwink. He + attributed the dupery to a trick of imposing the idea of her virtue upon + men. Attracted by her good looks and sparkle, they entered the circle of + her charm, became delightfully intimate, suffered a rebuff, and were from + that time prepared to serve her purpose. How many other wretched dupes had + she dangling? He spied at Westlake, spied at Redworth, at old Lord + Larrian, at Lord Dannisburgh, at Arthur Rhodes, dozens. Old and young were + alike to her if she saw an end to be gained by keeping them hooked. Tonans + too, and Whitmonby. Newspaper editors were especially serviceable. Perhaps + 'a young Minister of State' held the foremost rank in that respect: if + completely duped and squeezeable, he produced more substantial stuff. + </p> + <p> + The background of ice in Dacier's composition was brought to the front by + his righteous contempt of her treachery. No explanation of it would have + appeased him. She was guilty, and he condemned her. She stood condemned by + all the evil likely to ensue from her misdeed. Scarcely had he left her + house last night when she was away to betray him!—He shook her from + him without a pang. Crediting her with the one merit she had—that of + not imploring for mercy—he the more easily shook her off. + Treacherous, she had not proved theatrical. So there was no fuss in + putting out her light, and it was done. He was justified by the brute + facts. Honourable, courteous, kindly gentleman, highly civilized, an + excellent citizen and a patriot, he was icy at an outrage to his + principles, and in the dominion of Love a sultan of the bow-string and + chopper period, sovereignly endowed to stretch a finger for the scimitared + Mesrour to make the erring woman head and trunk with one blow: and away + with those remnants! This internally he did. Enough that the brute facts + justified him. + </p> + <p> + St. James's park was crossed, and the grass of the Green park, to avoid + inquisitive friends. He was obliged to walk; exercise, action of any sort, + was imperative, and but for some engagement he would have gone to his + fencing-rooms for a bout with the master. He remembered his engagement and + grew doubly embittered. He had absurdly pledged himself to lunch with + Quintin Manx; that was, to pretend to eat while submitting to be + questioned by a political dullard strong on his present right to overhaul + and rail at his superiors. The house was one of a block along the + North-Western line of Hyde park. He kicked at the subjection to go there, + but a promise was binding, though he gave it when stunned. He could have + silenced Mr. Manx with the posing interrogation: Why have I so long + consented to put myself at the mercy of a bore? For him, he could not + answer it, though Manx, as leader of the Shipping interest, was + influential. The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics. + </p> + <p> + Dacier did not once think of the great ship-owner's niece till Miss + Constance Asper stepped into her drawing-room to welcome him. She was an + image of repose to his mind. The calm pure outline of her white features + refreshed him as the Alps the Londoner newly alighted at Berne; smoke, + wrangle, the wrestling city's wickedness, behind him. + </p> + <p> + 'My uncle is very disturbed,' she said. 'Is the news—if I am not + very indiscreet in inquiring?' + </p> + <p> + 'I have a practice of never paying attention to newspaper articles,' + Dacier replied. + </p> + <p> + 'I am only affected by living with one who does,' Miss Asper observed, and + the lofty isolation of her head above politics gave her a moral + attractiveness in addition to physical beauty. Her water-colour sketches + were on her uncle's walls: the beautiful in nature claimed and absorbed + her. She dressed with a pretty rigour, a lovely simplicity, picturesque of + the nunnery. She looked indeed a high-born young lady-abbess. + </p> + <p> + 'It's a dusty game for ladies,' Dacier said, abhorring the women defiled + by it. + </p> + <p> + And when one thinks of the desire of men to worship women, there is a + pathos in a man's discovery of the fair young creature undefiled by any + interest in public affairs, virginal amid her bower's environments. + </p> + <p> + The angelical beauty of a virgin mind and person captivated him, by + contrast. His natural taste was to admire it, shunning the lures and + tangles of the women on high seas, notably the married: who, by the way, + contrive to ensnare us through wonderment at a cleverness caught from + their traffic with the masculine world: often—if we did but know!—a + parrot-repetition of the last male visitor's remarks. But that which the + fair maiden speaks, though it may be simple, is her own. + </p> + <p> + She too is her own: or vowed but to one. She is on all sides impressive in + purity. The world worships her as its perfect pearl: and we are brought + refreshfully to acknowledge that the world is right. + </p> + <p> + By contrast, the white radiation of Innocence distinguished Constance + Asper celestially. As he was well aware, she had long preferred him—the + reserved among many pleading pressing suitors. Her steady faithfulness had + fed on the poorest crumbs. + </p> + <p> + He ventured to express the hope that she was well. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes,' she answered, with eyelids lifted softly to thank him for his + concern in so humble a person. + </p> + <p> + 'You look a little pale,' he said. + </p> + <p> + She coloured like a sea-water shell. 'I am inclined to paleness by + nature.' + </p> + <p> + Her uncle disturbed them. Lunch was ready. He apologized for the absence + of Mrs. Markland, a maternal aunt of Constance, who kept house for them. + Quintin Manx fell upon the meats, and then upon the Minister. Dacier found + himself happily surprised by the accession of an appetite. He mentioned + it, to escape from the worrying of his host, as unusual with him at + midday: and Miss Asper, supporting him in that effort, said benevolently: + 'Gentlemen should eat; they have so many fatigues and troubles.' She + herself did not like to be seen eating in public. Her lips opened to the + morsels, as with a bird's bill, though with none of the pecking eagerness + we complacently observe in poultry. + </p> + <p> + 'But now, I say, positively, how about that article?' said Quintin. + </p> + <p> + Dacier visibly winced, and Constance immediately said 'Oh! spare us + politics, dear uncle.' + </p> + <p> + Her intercession was without avail, but by contrast with the woman + implicated in the horrible article, it was a carol of the seraphs. + </p> + <p> + 'Come, you can say whether there's anything in it,' Dacier's host pushed + him. + </p> + <p> + 'I should not say it if I could,' he replied. + </p> + <p> + The mild sweetness of Miss Asper's look encouraged him. + </p> + <p> + He was touched to the quick by hearing her say: 'You ask for Cabinet + secrets, uncle. All secrets are holy, but secrets of State are under a + seal next to divine.' + </p> + <p> + Next to divine! She was the mouthpiece of his ruling principle. + </p> + <p> + 'I 'm not, prying into secrets,' Quintin persisted; 'all I want to know + is, whether there 's any foundation for that article—all London's + boiling about it, I can tell you—or it's only newspaper's humbug.' + </p> + <p> + 'Clearly the oracle for you is the Editor's office,' rejoined Dacier. + </p> + <p> + 'A pretty sort of answer I should get.' + </p> + <p> + 'It would at least be complimentary.' + </p> + <p> + 'How do you mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'The net was cast for you—and the sight of a fish in it!' + </p> + <p> + Miss Asper almost laughed. 'Have you heard the choir at St. Catherine's?' + she asked. + </p> + <p> + Dacier had not. He repented of his worldliness, and drinking persuasive + claret, said he would go to hear it next Sunday. + </p> + <p> + 'Do,' she murmured. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, you seem to be a pair against me,' her uncle grumbled. 'Anyhow I + think it's important. People have been talking for some time, and I don't + want to be taken unawares; I won't be a yoked ox, mind you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Have you been sketching lately?' Dacier asked Miss Asper. + </p> + <p> + She generally filled a book in the autumn, she said. + </p> + <p> + 'May I see it?' + </p> + <p> + 'If you wish.' + </p> + <p> + They had a short tussle with her uncle and escaped. He was conducted to a + room midway upstairs: an heiress's conception of a saintly little room; + and more impresive in purity, indeed it was, than a saint's, with the many + crucifixes, gold and silver emblems, velvet prie-Dieu chairs, + jewel-clasped sacred volumes: every invitation to meditate in luxury on an + ascetic religiousness. + </p> + <p> + She depreciated her sketching powers. 'I am impatient with my + imperfections. I am therefore doomed not to advance.' + </p> + <p> + 'On the contrary, that is the state guaranteeing ultimate excellence,' he + said, much disposed to drone about it. + </p> + <p> + She sighed: 'I fear not.' + </p> + <p> + He turned the leaves, comparing her modesty with the performance. The + third of the leaves was a subject instantly recognized by him. It + represented the place he had inherited from Lord Dannisburgh. + </p> + <p> + He named it. + </p> + <p> + She smiled: 'You are good enough to see a likeness? My aunt and I were + passing it last October, and I waited for a day, to sketch.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have taken it from my favourite point of view.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am glad.' + </p> + <p> + 'How much I should like a copy!' + </p> + <p> + 'If you will accept that?' + </p> + <p> + 'I could not rob you.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can make a duplicate.' + </p> + <p> + 'The look of the place pleases you?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! yes; the pines behind it; the sweet little village church; even the + appearance of the rustics;—it is all impressively old English. I + suppose you are very seldom there?' + </p> + <p> + 'Does it look like a home to you?' + </p> + <p> + 'No place more!' + </p> + <p> + 'I feel the loneliness.' + </p> + <p> + 'Where I live I feel no loneliness!' + </p> + <p> + 'You have heavenly messengers near you.' + </p> + <p> + 'They do not always come.' + </p> + <p> + 'Would you consent to make the place less lonely to me?' + </p> + <p> + Her bosom rose. In deference to her maidenly understanding, she gazed + inquiringly. + </p> + <p> + 'If you love it!' said he. + </p> + <p> + 'The place?' she said, looking soft at the possessor. + </p> + <p> + 'Constance!' + </p> + <p> + 'Is it true?' + </p> + <p> + 'As you yourself. Could it be other than true? This hand is mine?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! Percy.' + </p> + <p> + Borrowing the world's poetry to describe them, the long prayed-for Summer + enveloped the melting snows. + </p> + <p> + So the recollection of Diana's watch beside his uncle's death-bed was + wiped out. Ay, and the hissing of her treachery silenced. This maidenly + hand put him at peace with the world, instead of his defying it for a + worthless woman—who could not do better than accept the shelter of + her husband's house, as she ought to be told, if her friends wished her to + save her reputation. + </p> + <p> + Dacier made his way downstairs to Quintin Manx, by whom he was hotly + congratulated and informed of the extent of the young lady's fortune: on + the strength of which it was expected that he would certainly speak a + private word in elucidation of that newspaper article. + </p> + <p> + 'I know nothing of it,' said Dacier, but promised to come and dine. Alone + in her happiness Constance Asper despatched various brief notes under her + gold-symbolled crest to sisterly friends; one to Lady Wathin, containing + the single line: + </p> + <p> + 'Your prophesy is confirmed.' + </p> + <p> + Dacier was comfortably able to face his Club after the excitement of a + proposal, with a bride on his hands. He was assaulted concerning the + article, and he parried capitally. Say that her lips were rather cold: at + any rate, they invigorated him. Her character was guaranteed—not the + hazy idea of a dupe. And her fortune would be enormous: a speculation + merely due to worldly prudence and prospective ambition. + </p> + <p> + At the dinner-table of four, in the evening, conversation would have + seemed dull to him, by contrast, had it not, been for the presiding grace + of his bride, whose habitually eminent feminine air of superiority to the + repast was throned by her appreciative receptiveness of his looks and + utterances. Before leaving her, he won her consent to a very early + marriage; on the plea of a possibly approaching Session, and also that + they had waited long. The consent, notwithstanding the hurry of + preparations, it involved, besides the annihilation of her desire to + meditate on so solemn a change in her life and savour the congratulations + of her friends and have the choir of St. Catherine's rigorously drilled in + her favourite anthems was beautifully yielded to the pressure of + circumstances. + </p> + <p> + There lay on his table at night a letter; a bulky letter. No need to tear + it open for sight of the signature: the superscription was redolent of + that betraying woman. He tossed it unopened into the fire. + </p> + <p> + As it was thick, it burned sullenly, discolouring his name on the address, + as she had done, and still offering him a last chance of viewing the + contents. She fought on the consuming fire to have her exculpation heard. + </p> + <p> + But was she not a shameless traitor? She had caught him by his love of his + country and hope to serve it. She had wound into his heart to bleed him of + all he knew and sell the secrets for money. A wonderful sort of eloquence + lay there, on those coals, no doubt. He felt a slight movement of + curiosity to glance at two or three random sentences: very slight. And why + read them now? They were valueless to him, mere outcries. He judged her by + the brute facts. She and her slowly-consuming letter were of a common + blackness. Moreover, to read them when he was plighted to another woman + would be senseless. In the discovery of her baseness, she had made a poor + figure. Doubtless during the afternoon she had trimmed her intuitive + Belial art of making 'the worse appear the better cause': queer to peruse, + and instructive in an unprofitable department of knowledge-the tricks of + the sex. + </p> + <p> + He said to himself, with little intuition of the popular taste: She + wouldn't be a bad heroine of Romance! He said it derisively of the + Romantic. But the right worshipful heroine of Romance was the front-face + female picture he had won for his walls. Poor Diana was the flecked + heroine of Reality: not always the same; not impeccable; not an + ignorant-innocent, nor a guileless: good under good leading; devoted to + the death in a grave crisis; often wrestling with her terrestrial nature + nobly; and a growing soul; but not one whose purity was carved in marble + for the assurance to an Englishman that his possession of the changeless + thing defies time and his fellows, is the pillar of his home and + universally enviable. Your fair one of Romance cannot suffer a mishap + without a plotting villain, perchance many of them; to wreak the dread + iniquity: she cannot move without him; she is the marble block, and if she + is to have a feature, he is the sculptor; she depends on him for life, and + her human history at least is married to him far more than to the rescuing + lover. No wonder, then, that men should find her thrice cherishable + featureless, or with the most moderate possible indication of a + countenance. Thousands of the excellent simple creatures do; and every + reader of her tale. On the contrary, the heroine of Reality is that woman + whom you have met or heard of once in your course of years, and very + probably despised for bearing in her composition the motive principle; at + best, you say, a singular mixture of good and bad; anything but the + feminine ideal of man. Feature to some excess, you think, distinguishes + her. Yet she furnishes not any of the sweet sensual excitement pertaining + to her spotless rival pursued by villany. She knocks at the doors of the + mind, and the mind must open to be interested in her. Mind and heart must + be wide open to excuse her sheer descent from the pure ideal of man. + </p> + <p> + Dacier's wandering reflections all came back in crowds to the judicial + Bench of the Black Cap. He felt finely, apart from the treason, that her + want of money degraded her: him too, by contact. Money she might have had + to any extent: upon application for it, of course. How was he to imagine + that she wanted money! Smilingly as she welcomed him and his friends, + entertaining them royally, he was bound to think she had means. A decent + propriety bound him not to think of the matter at all. He naturally + supposed she was capable of conducting her affairs. And—money! It + soiled his memory: though the hour at Rovio was rather pretty, and the + scene at Copsley touching: other times also, short glimpses of the woman, + were taking. The flood of her treachery effaced them. And why reflect? + Constance called to him to look her way. + </p> + <p> + Diana's letter died hard. The corners were burnt to black tissue, with an + edge or two of discoloured paper. A small frayed central heap still + resisted, and in kindness to the necessity for privacy, he impressed the + fire-tongs to complete the execution. After which he went to his desk and + worked, under the presidency of Constance. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0036" id="link2HCH0036"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVI. IS CONCLUSIVE AS TO THE HEARTLESSNESS OF WOMEN WITH BRAINS + </h2> + <p> + Hymenaeal rumours are those which might be backed to run a victorious race + with the tale of evil fortune; and clearly for the reason that man's + livelier half is ever alert to speed them. They travel with an astonishing + celerity over the land, like flames of the dry beacon-faggots of old time + in announcement of the invader or a conquest, gathering as they go: + wherein, to say nothing of their vastly wider range, they surpass the + electric wires. Man's nuptial half is kindlingly concerned in the launch + of a new couple; it is the business of the fair sex: and man himself (very + strangely, but nature quickens him still) lends a not unfavouring eye to + the preparations of the matrimonial vessel for its oily descent into the + tides, where billows will soon be rising, captain and mate soon discussing + the fateful question of who is commander. We consent, it appears, to hope + again for mankind; here is another chance! Or else, assuming the happiness + of the pair, that pomp of ceremonial, contrasted with the little + wind-blown candle they carry between them, catches at our weaker fibres. + </p> + <p> + After so many ships have foundered, some keel up, like poisoned fish, at + the first drink of water, it is a gallant spectacle, let us avow; and + either the world perpetuating it is heroical or nature incorrigible in the + species. Marriages are unceasing. Friends do it, and enemies; the unknown + contractors of this engagement, or armistice, inspire an interest. It + certainly is both exciting and comforting to hear that man and woman are + ready to join in a mutual affirmative, say Yes together again. It sounds + like the end of the war. + </p> + <p> + The proclamation of the proximate marriage of a young Minister of State + and the greatest heiress of her day; notoriously 'The young Minister of + State' of a famous book written by the beautiful, now writhing, woman + madly enamoured of him—and the heiress whose dowry could purchase a + Duchy; this was a note to make the gossips of England leap from their beds + at the midnight hour and wag tongues in the market-place. It did away with + the political hubbub over the Tonans article, and let it noise abroad like + nonsense. The Hon. Percy Dacier espouses Miss Asper; and she rescues him + from the snares of a siren, he her from the toils of the Papists. She + would have gone over to them, she was going when, luckily for the + Protestant Faith, Percy Dacier intervened with his proposal. Town and + country buzzed the news; and while that dreary League trumpeted about the + business of the nation, a people suddenly become Oriental chattered of + nothing but the blissful union to be celebrated in princely state, with + every musical accessory, short of Operatic. + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin was an active agent in this excitement. The excellent woman + enjoyed marriages of High Life: which, as there is presumably wealth to + support them, are manifestly under sanction: and a marriage that she could + consider one of her own contrivance, had a delicate flavour of a marriage + in the family; not quite equal to the seeing a dear daughter of her + numerous progeny conducted to the altar, but excelling it in the pomp that + bids the heavens open. She and no other spread the tidings of Miss Asper's + debating upon the step to Rome at the very instant of Percy Dacier's + declaration of his love; and it was a beautiful struggle, that of the + half-dedicated nun and her deep-rooted earthly passion, love prevailing! + She sent word to Lady Dunstane: 'You know the interest I have always taken + in dear Constance Aspen' etc.; inviting her to come on a visit a week + before the end of the month, that she might join in the ceremony of a + wedding 'likely to be the grandest of our time.' Pitiful though it was, to + think of the bridal pair having but eight or ten days at the outside, for + a honeymoon, the beauty of their 'mutual devotion to duty' was urged by + Lady Wathin upon all hearers. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane declined the invitation. She waited to hear from her friend, + and the days went by; she could only sorrow for her poor Tony, divining + her state. However little of wrong in the circumstances, they imposed a + silence on her decent mind, and no conceivable shape of writing would + transmit condolences. She waited, with a dull heartache: by no means + grieving at Dacier's engagement to the heiress; until Redworth animated + her, as the bearer of rather startling intelligence, indirectly relating + to the soul she loved. An accident in the street had befallen Mr. Warwick. + Redworth wanted to know whether Diana should be told of it, though he had + no particulars to give; and somewhat to his disappointment, Lady Dunstane + said she would write. She delayed, thinking the accident might not be + serious; and the information of it to Diana surely would be so. Next day + at noon her visitor was Lady Wathin, evidently perturbed and anxious to + say more than she dared: but she received no assistance. After beating the + air in every direction, especially dwelling on the fond reciprocal + affection of the two devoted lovers, to be united within three days' time, + Lady Wathin said at last: 'And is it not shocking! I talk of a marriage + and am appalled by a death. That poor man died last night in the hospital. + I mean poor Mr. Warwick. He was recovering, getting strong and well, and + he was knocked down at a street-crossing and died last night. It is a + warning to us!' + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Redworth happened to hear of it at his Club, near which the accident + occurred, and he called at the hospital. Mr. Warwick was then alive,' said + Lady Dunstane; adding: 'Well, if prevention is better than cure, as we + hear! Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age, which + are a certain crop!' + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin's eyelids worked and her lips shut fast at the cold-hearted + remark void of meaning. + </p> + <p> + She sighed. 'So ends a life of misery, my dear!' + </p> + <p> + 'You are compassionate.' + </p> + <p> + 'I hope so. But... Indeed I must speak, if you will let me. I think of the + living.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane widened her eyes. 'Of Mrs. Warwick?' + </p> + <p> + 'She has now the freedom she desired. I think of others. Forgive me, but + Constance Asper is to me as a daughter. I have perhaps no grounds for any + apprehension. Love so ardent, so sincere, was never shown by bridegroom + elect: and it is not extraordinary to those acquainted with dear + Constance. But—one may be a worshipped saint and experience + defection. The terrible stories one hears of a power of fascination + almost...!' Lady Wathin hung for the word. + </p> + <p> + 'Infernal,' said Lady Dunstane, whose brows had been bent inquiringly. + 'Have no fear. The freedom you allude to will not be used to interfere + with any entertainment in prospect. It was freedom my friend desired. Now + that her jewel is restored to her, she is not the person to throw it away, + be sure. And pray, drop the subject.' + </p> + <p> + 'One may rely... you think?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! Oh!' + </p> + <p> + 'This release coming just before the wedding...!' + </p> + <p> + 'I should hardly suppose the man to be the puppet you depict, or + indicate.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is because men—so many—are not puppets that one is + conscious of alarm.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your previous remark,' said Lady Dunstane, 'sounded superstitious. Your + present one has an antipodal basis. But, as for your alarm, check it: and + spare me further. My friend has acknowledged powers. Considering that, she + does not use them, you should learn to respect her.' + </p> + <p> + Lady Wathin bowed stiffly. She refused to partake of lunch, having, she + said, satisfied her conscience by the performance of a duty and arranged + with her flyman to catch a train. Her cousin Lady Dunstane smiled loftily + at everything she uttered, and she felt that if a woman like this Mrs. + Warwick could put division between blood-relatives, she could do worse, + and was to be dreaded up to the hour of the nuptials. + </p> + <p> + 'I meant no harm in coming,' she said, at the shaking of hands. + </p> + <p> + 'No, no; I understand,' said her hostess: 'you are hen-hearted over your + adopted brood. The situation is perceptible and your intention + creditable.' + </p> + <p> + As one of the good women of the world, Lady Wathin in departing was + indignant at the tone and dialect of a younger woman not modestly + concealing her possession of the larger brain. Brains in women she both + dreaded and detested; she believed them to be devilish. Here were + instances:—they had driven poor Sir Lukin to evil courses, and that + poor Mr. Warwick straight under the wheels of a cab. Sir Lukin's name was + trotting in public with a naughty Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett's: Mrs. Warwick might + still trim her arts to baffle the marriage. Women with brains, moreover, + are all heartless: they have no pity for distress, no horror of + catastrophes, no joy in the happiness of the deserving. Brains in men + advance a household to station; but brains in women divide it and are the + wrecking of society. Fortunately Lady Wathin knew she could rally a + powerful moral contingent, the aptitude of which for a one-minded cohesion + enabled it to crush those fractional daughters of mischief. She was a + really good woman of the world, heading a multitude; the same whom you are + accustomed to hear exalted; lucky in having had a guided girlhood, a + thick-curtained prudence; and in having stock in the moral funds, shares + in the sentimental tramways. Wherever the world laid its hoards or ran its + lines, she was found, and forcible enough to be eminent; though at fixed + hours of the day, even as she washed her hands, she abjured worldliness: a + performance that cleansed her. If she did not make morality appear + loveable to the objects of her dislike, it was owing to her want of brains + to see the origin, nature and right ends of morality. But a world yet more + deficient than she, esteemed her cordially for being a bulwark of the + present edifice; which looks a solid structure when the microscope is not + applied to its components. + </p> + <p> + Supposing Percy Dacier a dishonourable tattler as well as an icy lover, + and that Lady Wathin, through his bride, had become privy to the secret + between him and Diana? There is reason to think that she would have held + it in terror over the baneful woman, but not have persecuted her: for she + was by no means the active malignant of theatrical plots. No, she would + have charged it upon the possession of brains by women, and have had a + further motive for inciting the potent dignitary her husband to employ his + authority to repress the sex's exercise of those fell weapons, hurtful + alike to them and all coming near them. + </p> + <p> + So extreme was her dread of Mrs. Warwick, that she drove from the London + railway station to see Constance and be reassured by her tranquil aspect. + </p> + <p> + Sweet Constance and her betrothed Percy were together, examining a missal. + </p> + <p> + Lady Dunstane despatched a few words of the facts to Diana. She hoped to + hear from her; rather hoped, for the moment, not to see her. No answer + came. The great day of the nuptials came and passed. She counted on her + husband's appearance the next morning, as the good gentleman made a point + of visiting her, to entertain the wife he adored, whenever he had a wallet + of gossip that would overlay the blank of his absence. He had been to the + church of the wedding—he did not say with whom: all the world was + there; and he rapturously described the ceremony, stating that it set + women weeping and caused him to behave like a fool. + </p> + <p> + 'You are impressionable,' said his wife. + </p> + <p> + He murmured something in praise of the institution of marriage—when + celebrated impressively, it seemed. + </p> + <p> + 'Tony calls the social world “the theatre of appetites,” as we have it at + present,' she said; 'and the world at a wedding is, one may reckon, in the + second act of the hungry tragicomedy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, there's the breakfast,' Sir Lukin assented. Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett was + much more intelligible to him: in fact, quite so, as to her speech. + </p> + <p> + Emma's heart now yearned to her Tony: Consulting her strength, she thought + she might journey to London, and on the third morning after the + Dacier-Asper marriage, she started. + </p> + <p> + Diana's door was open to Arthur Rhodes when Emma reached it. + </p> + <p> + 'Have you seen her?' she asked him. + </p> + <p> + His head shook dolefully. 'Mrs. Warwick is unwell; she has been working + too hard.' + </p> + <p> + 'You also, I'm afraid.' + </p> + <p> + 'No.' He could deny that, whatever the look of him. + </p> + <p> + 'Come to me at Copsley soon,' said she, entering to Danvers in the + passage. + </p> + <p> + 'My mistress is upstairs, my lady,' said Danvers. 'She is lying on her + bed.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is ill?' + </p> + <p> + 'She has been lying on her bed ever since.' + </p> + <p> + 'Since what?' Lady Dunstane spoke sharply. + </p> + <p> + Danvers retrieved her indiscretion. 'Since she heard of the accident, my + lady.' + </p> + <p> + 'Take my name to her. Or no: I can venture.' + </p> + <p> + 'I am not allowed to go in and speak to her. You will find the room quite + dark, my lady, and very cold. It is her command. My mistress will not let + me light the fire; and she has not eaten or drunk of anything since... She + will die, if you do not persuade her to take nourishment: a little, for a + beginning. It wants the beginning.' + </p> + <p> + Emma went upstairs, thinking of the enigmatical maid, that she must be a + good soul after all. Diana's bedroom door was opened slowly. + </p> + <p> + 'You will not be able to see at first, my lady,' Danvers whispered. 'The + bed is to the left, and a chair. I would bring in a candle, but it hurts + her eyes. She forbids it.' + </p> + <p> + Emma stepped in. The chill thick air of the unlighted London room was + cavernous. She almost forgot the beloved of her heart in the thought that + a living woman had been lying here more than two days and nights, fasting. + The proof of an uttermost misery revived the circumstances within her to + render her friend's presence in this desert of darkness credible. She + found the bed by touch, silently, and distinguished a dark heap on the + bed; she heard no breathing. She sat and listened; then she stretched out + her hand and met her Tony's. It lay open. It was the hand of a drowned + woman. + </p> + <p> + Shutters and curtains and the fireless grate gave the room an appalling + likeness to the vaults. + </p> + <p> + So like to the home of death it seemed, that in a few minutes the watcher + had lost count of time and kept but a wormy memory of the daylight. She + dared not speak, for some fear of startling; for the worse fear of never + getting answer. Tony's hand was lifeless. Her clasp of it struck no + warmth. + </p> + <p> + She stung herself with bitter reproaches for having let common mundane + sentiments, worthy of a Lady Wathin, bar her instant offer of her bosom to + the beloved who suffered in this depth of mortal agony. Tony's love of a + man, as she should have known, would be wrought of the elements of our + being: when other women named Happiness, she said Life; in division, + Death. Her body lying still upon the bed here was a soul borne onward by + the river of Death. + </p> + <p> + The darkness gave sight after a while, like a curtain lifting on a veil: + the dead light of the underworld. Tony lay with her face up, her underlip + dropped; straight from head to feet. The outline of her face, without hue + of it, could be seen: sign of the hapless women that have souls in love. + Hateful love of men! Emma thought, and was; moved to feel at the wrist for + her darling's pulse. He has, killed her! the thought flashed, as, with + pangs chilling her frame, the pressure at the wrist continued insensible + of the faintest beat. She clasped it, trembling, in pain to stop an + outcry. + </p> + <p> + 'It is Emmy,' said the voice. + </p> + <p> + Emma's heart sprang to heaven on a rush of thanks. + </p> + <p> + 'My Tony,' she breathed softly. + </p> + <p> + She hung for a further proof of life in the motionless body. 'Tony!' she + said. + </p> + <p> + The answer was at her hand, a thread-like return of her clasp. + </p> + <p> + 'It is Emmy come to stay with you, never to leave you.' + </p> + <p> + The thin still answer was at her hand a moment; the fingers fell away. A + deep breath was taken twice to say: + </p> + <p> + 'Don't talk to me.' + </p> + <p> + Emma retained the hand. She was warned not to press it by the deadness + following its effort to reply. + </p> + <p> + But Tony lived; she had given proof of life. Over this little wavering + taper in the vaults Emma cowered, cherishing the hand, silently hoping for + the voice. + </p> + <p> + It came: 'Winter.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is a cold winter, Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'My dear will be cold.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will light the fire.' + </p> + <p> + Emma lost no time in deciding to seek the match-box. The fire was lit and + it flamed; it seemed a revival in the room. Coming back to the bedside, + she discerned her Tony's lacklustre large dark eyes and her hollow cheeks: + her mouth open to air as to the drawing-in of a sword; rather as to the + releaser than the sustainer. Her feet were on the rug her maid had placed + to cover them. Emma leaned across the bed to put them to her breast, + beneath her fur mantle, and held them there despite the half-animate tug + of the limbs and the shaft of iciness they sent to her very heart. When + she had restored them to some warmth, she threw aside her bonnet and lying + beside Tony, took her in her arms, heaving now and then a deep sigh. + </p> + <p> + She kissed her cheek. + </p> + <p> + 'It is Emmy.' + </p> + <p> + 'Kiss her.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no strength.' + </p> + <p> + Emma laid her face on the lips. They were cold; even the breath between + them cold. + </p> + <p> + 'Has Emmy been long...?' + </p> + <p> + 'Here, dear? I think so. I am with my darling.' + </p> + <p> + Tony moaned. The warmth and the love were bringing back her anguish. + </p> + <p> + She said: 'I have been happy. It is not hard to go.' + </p> + <p> + Emma strained to her. 'Tony will wait for her soul's own soul to go, the + two together.' + </p> + <p> + There was a faint convulsion in the body. 'If I cry, I shall go in pain.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are in Emmy's arms, my beloved.' + </p> + <p> + Tony's eyes closed for forgetfulness under that sensation. A tear ran down + from her, but the pain was lag and neighboured sleep, like the pleasure. + </p> + <p> + So passed the short winter day, little spoken. + </p> + <p> + Then Emma bethought her of a way of leading Tony to take food, and she + said: 'I shall stay with you; I shall send for clothes; I am rather + hungry. Don't stir, dear. I will be mistress of the house.' + </p> + <p> + She went below to the kitchen, where a few words in the ear of a + Frenchwoman were sufficient to waken immediate comprehension of what was + wanted, and smart service: within ten minutes an appetizing bouillon sent + its odour over the bedroom. Tony, days back, had said her last to the act + of eating; but Emma sipping at the spoon and expressing satisfaction, was + a pleasant picture. The bouillon smelt pleasantly. + </p> + <p> + 'Your servants love you,' Emma said. + </p> + <p> + 'Ah, poor good souls.' + </p> + <p> + 'They crowded up to me to hear of you. Madame of course at the first word + was off to her pots. And we English have the habit of calling ourselves + the practical people!—This bouillon is consummate.—However, we + have the virtues of barbarians; we can love and serve for love. I never + tasted anything so good. I could become a glutton.' + </p> + <p> + 'Do,' said Tony. + </p> + <p> + 'I should be ashamed to “drain the bowl” all to myself: a solitary toper + is a horrid creature, unless he makes a song of it.' + </p> + <p> + 'Emmy makes a song of it to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'But “pledge me” is a noble saying, when you think of humanity's original + hunger for the whole. It is there that our civilizing commenced, and I am + particularly fond of hearing the call. It is grandly historic. So pledge + me, Tony. We two can feed from one spoon; it is a closer, bond than the + loving cup. I want you just to taste it and excuse my gluttony.' + </p> + <p> + Tony murmured, 'No.' The spoon was put to her mouth. She sighed to resist. + The stronger will compelled her to move her lips. Emma fed her as a child, + and nature sucked for life. + </p> + <p> + The first effect was a gush of tears. + </p> + <p> + Emma lay with her that night, when the patient was, the better sleeper. + But during the night at intervals she had the happiness of feeling Tony's + hand travelling to make sure of her. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0037" id="link2HCH0037"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVII. AN EXHIBITION OF SOME CHAMPIONS OF THE STRICKEN LADY + </h2> + <p> + Close upon the hour of ten every morning the fortuitous meeting of two + gentlemen at Mrs. Warwick's housedoor was a signal for punctiliously + stately greetings, the salutation of the raised hat and a bow of the head + from a position of military erectness, followed by the remark: 'I trust + you are well, sir': to which the reply: 'I am very well, sir, and trust + you are the same,' was deemed a complimentary fulfilment of their mutual + obligation in presence. Mr. Sullivan Smith's initiative imparted this + exercise of formal manners to Mr. Arthur Rhodes, whose renewed appearance, + at the minute of his own arrival, he viewed, as he did not conceal, with a + disappointed and a reproving eye. The inquiry after the state of Mrs. + Warwick's health having received its tolerably comforting answer from the + footman, they left their cards in turn, then descended the doorsteps, + faced for the performance of the salute, and departed their contrary ways. + </p> + <p> + The pleasing intelligence refreshed them one morning, that they would be + welcomed by Lady Dunstane. Thereupon Mr. Sullivan Smith wheeled about to + Mr. Arthur Rhodes and observed to him: 'Sir, I might claim, by right of + seniority, to be the foremost of us two in offering my respects to the + lady, but the way is open to you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sir,' said Mr. Arthur Rhodes, 'permit me to defer to your many superior + titles to that distinction.' + </p> + <p> + 'The honour, sir, lies rather in the bestowing than in the taking.' + </p> + <p> + 'I venture to think, sir, that though I cannot speak pure Castilian, I + require no lesson from a Grandee of Spain in acknowledging the dues of my + betters.' + </p> + <p> + 'I will avow myself conquered, sir, by your overpowering condescension;' + said Mr. Sullivan Smith; 'and I entreat you—to ascribe my acceptance + of your brief retirement to the urgent character of the business I have at + heart.' + </p> + <p> + He laid his fingers on the panting spot, and bowed. + </p> + <p> + Mr. Arthur Rhodes, likewise bowing, deferentially fell to rearward. + </p> + <p> + 'If I mistake not,' said the Irish gentleman, 'I am indebted to Mr. + Rhodes; and we have been joint participators in the hospitality of Mrs. + Warwick's table.' + </p> + <p> + The English gentleman replied: 'It was there that I first had the pleasure + of an acquaintance which is graven on my memory, as the words of the wise + king on tablets of gold and silver.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sullivan Smith gravely smiled at the unwonted match he had found in + ceremonious humour, in Saxonland, and saying: 'I shall not long detain + you, Mr. Rhodes,' he passed through the doorway. + </p> + <p> + Arthur waited for him, pacing up and down, for a quarter of an hour, when + a totally different man reappeared in the same person, and was the + Sullivan Smith of the rosy beaming features and princely heartiness. He + was accosted: 'Now, my dear boy, it's your turn to try if you have a + chance, and good luck go with ye. I've said what I could on your behalf, + for you're one of ten thousand in this country, you are.' + </p> + <p> + Mr. Sullivan Smith had solemnified himself to proffer a sober petition + within the walls of the newly widowed lady's house; namely, for nothing + less than that sweet lady's now unfettered hand: and it had therefore been + perfectly natural to him, until his performance ended with the destruction + of his hopes, to deliver himself in the high Castilian manner. Quite + unexpected, however, was the reciprocal loftiness of tone spontaneously + adopted by the young English squire, for whom, in consequence, he + conceived a cordial relish; and as he paced in the footsteps of Arthur, + anxious to quiet his curiosity by hearing how it had fared with one whom + he had to suppose the second applicant, he kept ejaculating: 'Not a bit! + The fellow can't be Saxon! And she had a liking for him. She's nigh coming + of the age when a woman takes to the chicks. Better he than another, if + it's to be any one. For he's got fun in him; he carries his own + condiments, instead of borrowing from the popular castors, as is their way + over here. But I might have known there 's always sure to be salt and + savour in the man she covers with her wing. Excepting, if you please, my + dear lady, a bad shot you made at a rascal cur, no more worthy of you than + Beelzebub of Paradise. No matter! The daughters' of Erin must share the + fate of their mother Isle, that their tears may shine in the burst of sun + to follow. For personal and patriotic motives, I would have cheered her + and been like a wild ass combed and groomed and tamed by the adorable + creature. But her friend says there 's not a whisk of a chance for me, and + I must roam the desert, kicking up, and worshipping the star I hail + brightest. They know me not, who think I can't worship. Why, what were I + without my star? At best a pickled porker.' + </p> + <p> + Sullivan Smith became aware of a ravishing melodiousness in the soliloquy, + as well as a clean resemblance in the simile. He would certainly have + proceeded to improvize impassioned verse, if he had not seen Arthur Rhodes + on the pavement. 'So, here's the boy. Query, the face he wears.' + </p> + <p> + 'How kind of you to wait,' said Arthur. + </p> + <p> + 'We'll call it sympathy, for convenience,' rejoined Sullivan Smith. 'Well, + and what next?' + </p> + <p> + 'You know as much as I do. Thank heaven, she is recovering.' + </p> + <p> + 'Is that all?' + </p> + <p> + 'Why, what more?' + </p> + <p> + Arthur was jealously, inspected. + </p> + <p> + 'You look open-hearted, my dear boy.' Sullivan Smith blew the sound of a + reflected ahem. 'Excuse me for cornemusing in your company,' he said. 'But + seriously, there was only one thing to pardon your hurrying to the lady's + door at such a season, when the wind tells tales to the world. She's down + with a cold, you know.' + </p> + <p> + 'An influenza,' said Arthur. + </p> + <p> + The simplicity of the acquiescence was vexatious to a champion desirous of + hostilities, to vindicate the lady, in addition to his anxiety to cloak + her sad plight. + </p> + <p> + 'She caught it from contact with one of the inhabitants of this country. + 'Tis the fate of us Irish, and we're condemned to it for the sin of + getting tired of our own. I begin to sneeze when I land at Holyhead. + Unbutton a waistcoat here, in the hope of meeting a heart, and you're + lucky in escaping a pulmonary attack of no common severity, while the dog + that infected you scampers off, to celebrate his honeymoon mayhap. Ah, but + call at her house in shoals, the world 'll soon be saying it's worse than + a coughing cold. If you came to lead her out of it in triumph, the laugh + 'd be with you, and the lady well covered. D' ye understand?' + </p> + <p> + The allusion to the dog's honeymoon had put Arthur Rhodes on the track of + the darting cracker-metaphor. + </p> + <p> + 'I think I do,' he said. 'She will soon be at Copsley—Lady + Dunstane's house, on the hills—and there we can see her.' + </p> + <p> + 'And that's next to the happiness of consoling—if only it had been + granted! She's not an ordinary widow, to be caught when the tear of + lamentation has opened a practicable path or water-way to the poor + nightcapped jewel within. So, and you're a candid admirer, Mr. Rhodes! + Well, and I'll be one with you; for there's not a star in the firmament + more deserving of homage than that lady.' + </p> + <p> + 'Let's walk in the park and talk of her,' said Arthur. 'There's no sweeter + subject to me.' + </p> + <p> + His boyish frankness rejoiced Sullivan Smith. 'As long as you like!—nor + to me!' he exclaimed. 'And that ever since I first beheld her on the night + of a Ball in Dublin: before I had listened to a word of her speaking: and + she bore her father's Irish name:—none of your Warwicks and your... + but let the cur go barking. He can't tell what he's lost; perhaps he + doesn't care. And after inflicting his hydrophobia on her tender fame! + Pooh, sir; you call it a civilized country, where you and I and dozens of + others are ready to start up as brothers of the lady, to defend her, and + are paralyzed by the Law. 'Tis a law they've instituted for the protection + of dirty dogs—their majority!' + </p> + <p> + 'I owe more to Mrs. Warwick than to any soul I know,' said Arthur. + </p> + <p> + 'Let 's hear,' quoth Sullivan Smith; proceeding: 'She's the Arabian Nights + in person, that's sure; and Shakespeare's Plays, tragic and comic; and the + Book of Celtic History; and Erin incarnate—down with a cold, no + matter where; but we know where it was caught. So there's a pretty library + for who's to own her now she's enfranchized by circumstances; and a + poetical figure too!' + </p> + <p> + He subsided for his companion to rhapsodize. + </p> + <p> + Arthur was overcharged with feeling, and could say only: 'It would be + another world to me if I lost her.' + </p> + <p> + 'True; but what of the lady?' + </p> + <p> + 'No praise of mine could do her justice.' + </p> + <p> + 'That may be, but it's negative of yourself, and not a portrait of the + object. Hasn't she the brain of Socrates—or better, say Minerva, on + the bust of Venus, and the remainder of her finished off to an exact + resemblance of her patronymic Goddess of the bow and quiver?' + </p> + <p> + 'She has a wise head and is beautiful.' + </p> + <p> + 'And chaste.' + </p> + <p> + Arthur reddened: he was prepared to maintain it, could not speak it. + </p> + <p> + 'She is to us in this London, what the run of water was to Theocritus in + Sicily: the nearest to the visibly divine,' he said, and was applauded. + </p> + <p> + 'Good, and on you go. Top me a few superlatives on that, and I 'm your + echo, my friend. Isn't the seeing and listening to her like sitting under + the silvery canopy of a fountain in high Summer?' + </p> + <p> + 'All the comparisons are yours,' Arthur said enviously. + </p> + <p> + 'Mr. Rhodes, you are a poet, I believe, and all you require to loosen your + tongue is a drop of Bacchus, so if you will do me the extreme honour to + dine with me at my Club this evening, we'll resume the toast that should + never be uttered dry. You reprove me justly, my friend.' + </p> + <p> + Arthur laughed and accepted. The Club was named, and the hour, and some + items of the little dinner: the birds and the year of the wines. + </p> + <p> + It surprised him to meet Mr. Redworth at the table of his host. A greater + surprise was the partial thaw in Redworth's bearing toward him. But, as it + was partial, and he a youth and poor, not even the genial influences of + Bacchus could lift him to loosen his tongue under the repressing presence + of the man he knew to be his censor, though Sullivan Smith encouraged him + with praises and opportunities. He thought of the many occasions when Mrs. + Warwick's art of management had produced a tacit harmony between them. She + had no peer. The dinner failed of the pleasure he had expected from it. + Redworth's bluntness killed the flying metaphors, and at the end of the + entertainment he and Sullivan Smith were drumming upon politics. + </p> + <p> + 'Fancies he has the key of the Irish difficulty!' said the latter, + clapping hand on his shoulder, by way of blessing, as they parted at the + Club-steps. + </p> + <p> + Redworth asked Arthur Rhodes the way he was going, and walked beside him. + </p> + <p> + 'I suppose you take exercise; don't get colds and that kind of thing,' he + remarked in the old bullying fashion; and changed it abruptly. 'I am glad + to have met you this evening. I hope you'll dine with me one day next + week. Have you seen Mrs. Warwick lately?' + </p> + <p> + 'She is unwell; she has been working too hard,' said Arthur. + </p> + <p> + 'Seriously unwell, do you mean?' + </p> + <p> + 'Lady Dunstane is at her house, and speaks of her recovering.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ah. You've not seen her?' + </p> + <p> + 'Not yet.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, good-night.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth left him, and only when moved by gratitude to the lad for his + mention of Mrs. Warwick's 'working too hard,' as the cause of her illness, + recollected the promised dinner and the need for having his address. + </p> + <p> + He had met Sullivan Smith accidentally in the morning and accepted the + invitation to meet young Rhodes, because these two, of all men living, + were for the moment dearest to him, as Diana Warwick's true and simple + champions; and he had intended a perfect cordiality toward them both; the + end being a semi-wrangle with the patriot, and a patronizing bluntness + with the boy; who, by the way, would hardly think him sincere in the offer + of a seat at his table. He owned himself incomplete. He never could do the + thing he meant, in the small matters not leading to fortune. But they led + to happiness! Redworth was guilty of a sigh: for now Diana Warwick stood + free; doubly free, he was reduced to reflect in a wavering dubiousness. + Her more than inclination for Dacier, witnessed by him, and the shot of + the world, flying randomly on the subject, had struck this cuirassier, + making light of his armour, without causing any change of his habitual + fresh countenance. As for the scandal, it had never shaken his faith in + her nature. He thought of the passion. His heart struck at Diana's, and + whatever might by chance be true in the scandal affected him little, if + but her heart were at liberty. That was the prize he coveted, having long + read the nature of the woman and wedded his spirit to it. She would + complete him. + </p> + <p> + Of course, infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them. + At a glance, the lower instincts and the higher spirit appear equally to + have the philosophy of overlooking blemishes. The difference between + appetite and love is shown when a man, after years of service, can hear + and see, and admit the possible, and still desire in worship; knowing that + we of earth are begrimed and must be cleansed for presentation daily on + our passage through the miry ways, but that our souls, if flame of a soul + shall have come of the agony of flesh, are beyond the baser mischances: + partaking of them indeed, but sublimely. Now Redworth believed in the soul + of Diana. For him it burned, and it was a celestial radiance about her, + unquenched by her shifting fortunes, her wilfulnesses and, it might be, + errors. She was a woman and weak; that is, not trained for strength. She + was a soul; therefore perpetually pointing to growth in purification. He + felt it, and even discerned it of her, if he could not have phrased it. + The something sovereignty characteristic that aspired in Diana enchained + him. With her, or rather with his thought of her soul, he understood the + right union of women and men, from the roots to the flowering heights of + that rare graft. She gave him comprehension of the meaning of love: a word + in many mouths, not often explained. With her, wound in his idea of her, + he perceived it to signify a new start in our existence, a finer shoot of + the tree stoutly planted in good gross earth; the senses running their + live sap, and the minds companioned, and the spirits made one by the + whole-natured conjunction. In Booth, a happy prospect for the sons and + daughters of Earth, divinely indicating more than happiness: the speeding + of us, compact of what we are, between the ascetic rocks and the sensual + whirlpools, to the creation of certain nobler races, now very dimly + imagined. + </p> + <p> + Singularly enough, the man of these feelings was far from being a social + rebel. His Diana conjured them forth in relation to her, but was not on + his bosom to enlighten him generally. His notions of citizenship tolerated + the female Pharisees, as ladies offering us an excellent social concrete + where quicksands abound, and without quite justifying the Lady Wathins and + Constance Aspers of the world, whose virtues he could set down to accident + or to acid blood, he considered them supportable and estimable where the + Mrs. Fryar-Gunnetts were innumerable, threatening to become a majority; as + they will constantly do while the sisterhood of the chaste are wattled in + formalism and throned in sourness. + </p> + <p> + Thoughts of Diana made phantoms of the reputable and their reverse alike. + He could not choose but think of her. She was free; and he too; and they + were as distant as the horizon sail and the aft-floating castaway. Her + passion for Dacier might have burnt out her heart. And at present he had + no claim to visit her, dared not intrude. He would have nothing to say, if + he went, save to answer questions upon points of business: as to which, + Lady Dunstane would certainly summon him when he was wanted. + </p> + <p> + Riding in the park on a frosty morning, he came upon Sir Lukin, who looked + gloomy and inquired for news of Diana Warwick, saying that his wife had + forbidden him to call at her house just yet. 'She's got a cold, you know,' + said Sir Lukin; adding, 'confoundedly hard on women!—eh? Obliged to + keep up a show. And I'd swear, by all that's holy, Diana Warwick hasn't a + spot, not a spot, to reproach herself with. I fancy I ought to know women + by this time. And look here, Redworth, last night—that is, I mean + yesterday evening, I broke with a woman—a lady of my acquaintance, + you know, because she would go on scandal-mongering about Diana Warwick. I + broke with her. I told her I'd have out any man who abused Diana Warwick, + and I broke with her. By Jove! Redworth, those women can prove spitfires. + They've bags of venom under their tongues, barley-sugar though they look—and + that's her colour. But I broke with her for good. I doubt if I shall ever + call on her again. And in point of fact, I won't.' + </p> + <p> + Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett was described in the colouring of the lady. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin, after some further remarks, rode on, and Redworth mused on a + moral world that allows a woman of Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett's like to hang on to + it, and to cast a stone at Diana; forgetful, in his championship, that + Diana was not disallowed a similar licence. + </p> + <p> + When he saw Emma Dunstane, some days later, she was in her carriage + driving, as she said, to Lawyerland, for an interview with old Mr. + Braddock, on her friend's affairs. He took a seat beside her. 'No, Tony is + not well,' she replied to his question, under the veil of candour. 'She is + recovering, but she—you can understand—suffered a shock. She + is not able to attend to business, and certain things have to be done.' + </p> + <p> + 'I used to be her man of business,' Redworth observed. + </p> + <p> + 'She speaks of your kind services. This is mere matter for lawyers.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is recovering?' + </p> + <p> + 'You may see her at Copsley next week. You can come down on Wednesdays or + Saturdays?' + </p> + <p> + 'Any day. Tell her I want her opinion upon the state of things.' + </p> + <p> + 'It will please her; but you will have to describe the state of things.' + </p> + <p> + Emma feared she had said too much. She tried candour again for + concealment. 'My poor Tony has been struck down low. I suppose it is like + losing a diseased limb:—she has her freedom, at the cost of a blow + to the system.' + </p> + <p> + 'She may be trusted for having strength,' said Redworth.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes.' Emma's mild monosyllable was presently followed by an exclamation: + 'One has to experience the irony of Fate to comprehend how cruel it is!' + Then she remembered that such language was peculiarly abhorrent to him. + </p> + <p> + 'Irony of Fate!' he echoed her. 'I thought you were above that literary + jargon.' + </p> + <p> + 'And I thought I was: or thought it would be put in a dialect practically + explicable,' she answered, smiling at the lion roused. + </p> + <p> + 'Upon my word,' he burst out, 'I should like to write a book of Fables, + showing how donkeys get into grinding harness, and dogs lose their bones, + and fools have their sconces cracked, and all run jabbering of the irony + of Fate, to escape the annoyance of tracing the causes. And what are they? + nine times out of ten, plain want of patience, or some debt for + indulgence. There's a subject:—let some one write, Fables in + illustration of the irony of Fate: and I'll undertake to tack-on my + grandmother's maxims for a moral to teach of 'em. We prate of that irony + when we slink away from the lesson—the rod we conjure. And you to + talk of Fate! It's the seed we sow, individually or collectively. I'm + bound-up in the prosperity of the country, and if the ship is wrecked, it + ruins my fortune, but not me, unless I'm bound-up in myself. At least I + hope that's my case.' + </p> + <p> + He apologized for intruding Mr. Thomas Redworth. + </p> + <p> + His hearer looked at him, thinking he required a more finely pointed gift + of speech for the ironical tongue, but relishing the tonic directness of + his faculty of reason while she considered that the application of the + phrase might be brought home to him so as to render 'my Grandmother's + moral' a conclusion less comfortingly, if quite intelligibly, summary. And + then she thought of Tony's piteous instance; and thinking with her heart, + the tears insisted on that bitter irony of the heavens, which bestowed the + long-withheld and coveted boon when it was empty of value or was but as a + handful of spices to a shroud. + </p> + <p> + Perceiving the moisture in her look, Redworth understood that it was + foolish to talk rationally. But on her return to her beloved, the real + quality of the man had overcome her opposing state of sentiment, and she + spoke of him with an iteration and throb in the voice that set a singular + query whirring round Diana's ears. Her senses were too heavy for a + suspicion. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0038" id="link2HCH0038"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXVIII. CONVALESCENCE OF A HEALTHY MIND DISTRAUGHT + </h2> + <p> + From an abandonment that had the last pleasure of life in a willingness to + yield it up, Diana rose with her friend's help in some state of fortitude, + resembling the effort of her feet to bear the weight of her body. She + plucked her courage out of the dust to which her heart had been scattered, + and tasked herself to walk as the world does. But she was indisposed to + compassionate herself in the manner of the burdened world. She lashed the + creature who could not raise a head like others, and made the endurance of + torture a support, such as the pride of being is to men. She would not + have seen any similarity to pride in it; would have deemed it the reverse. + It was in fact the painful gathering of the atoms composing pride. For she + had not only suffered; she had done wrongly: and when that was + acknowledged, by the light of her sufferings the wrong-doing appeared + gigantic, chorussing eulogies of the man she had thought her lover: and + who was her lover once, before the crime against him. In the opening of + her bosom to Emma, he was painted a noble figure; one of those that + Romance delights to harass for the sake of ultimately the more exquisitely + rewarding. He hated treachery: she had been guilty of doing what he most + hated. She glorified him for the incapacity to forgive; it was to her mind + godlike. And her excuses of herself? + </p> + <p> + At the first confession, she said she had none, and sullenly maintained + that there was none to exonerate. Little by little her story was related—her + version of the story: for not even as woman to woman, friend to + great-hearted friend, pure soul to soul, could Diana tell of the state of + shivering abjection in which Dacier had left her on the fatal night; of + the many causes conducing to it, and of the chief. That was an unutterable + secret, bound by all the laws of feminine civilization not to be betrayed. + Her excessive self-abasement and exaltation of him who had struck her + down, rendered it difficult to be understood; and not till Emma had + revolved it and let it ripen in the mind some days could she perceive with + any clearness her Tony's motives, or mania. The very word Money thickened + the riddle: for Tony knew that her friend's purse was her own to dip in at + her pleasure; yet she, to escape so small an obligation, had committed the + enormity for which she held the man blameless in spurning her. + </p> + <p> + 'You see what I am, Emmy,' Diana said. + </p> + <p> + 'What I do not see, is that he had grounds for striking so cruelly.' + </p> + <p> + 'I proved myself unworthy of him.' + </p> + <p> + But does a man pretending to love a woman cut at one blow, for such a + cause, the ties uniting her to him? Unworthiness of that kind, is not + commonly the capital offence in love. Tony's deep prostration and her + resplendent picture of her judge and executioner, kept Emma questioning + within herself. Gradually she became enlightened enough to distinguish in + the man a known, if not common, type of the externally soft and polished, + internally hard and relentless, who are equal to the trials of love only + as long as favouring circumstances and seemings nurse the fair object of + their courtship. + </p> + <p> + Her thoughts recurred to the madness driving Tony to betray the secret; + and the ascent unhelped to get a survey of it and her and the conditions, + was mountainous. She toiled up but to enter the regions of cloud; sure + nevertheless that the obscurity was penetrable and excuses to be + discovered somewhere. Having never wanted money herself, she was unable + perfectly to realize the urgency of the need: she began however to + comprehend that the very eminent gentleman, before whom all human + creatures were to bow in humility, had for an extended term considerably + added to the expenses of Tony's household, by inciting her to give those + little dinners to his political supporters, and bringing comrades + perpetually to supper-parties, careless of how it might affect her + character and her purse. Surely an honourable man was bound to her in + honour? Tony's remark: 'I have the reptile in me, dear,' her exaggeration + of the act, in her resigned despair,—was surely no justification for + his breaking from her, even though he had discovered a vestige of the + common 'reptile,' to leave her with a stain on her name?—There would + not have been a question about it if Tony had not exalted him so loftily, + refusing, in visible pain, to hear him blamed. + </p> + <p> + Danvers had dressed a bed for Lady Dunstane in her mistress's chamber, + where often during the night Emma caught a sound of stifled weeping or the + long falling breath of wakeful grief. One night she asked whether Tony + would like to have her by her side. + </p> + <p> + 'No, dear,' was the answer in the dark; 'but you know my old pensioners, + the blind fifer and his wife; I've been thinking of them.' + </p> + <p> + 'They were paid as they passed down the street yesterday, my love.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, dear, I hope so. But he flourishes his tune so absurdly. I've been + thinking, that is the part I have played, instead of doing the female's + duty of handing round the tin-cup for pennies. I won't cry any more.' + </p> + <p> + She sighed and turned to sleep, leaving Emma to disburden her heart in + tears. + </p> + <p> + For it seemed to her that Tony's intellect was weakened. She not merely + abased herself and exalted Dacier preposterously, she had sunk her + intelligence in her sensations: a state that she used to decry as the sin + of mankind, the origin of error and blood. + </p> + <p> + Strangely too, the proposal came from her, or the suggestion of it, + notwithstanding her subjectedness to the nerves, that she should show her + face in public. She said: 'I shall have to run about, Emmy, when I can + fancy I am able to rattle up to the old mark. At present, I feel like a + wrestler who has had a fall. As soon as the stiffness is over, it's best + to make an appearance, for the sake of one's backers, though I shall never + be in the wrestling ring again.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is a good decision—when you feel quite yourself, dear Tony,' + Emma replied. + </p> + <p> + 'I dare say I have disgraced my sex, but not as they suppose. I feel my + new self already, and can make the poor brute go through fire on behalf of + the old. What is the task?—merely to drive a face!' + </p> + <p> + 'It is not known.' + </p> + <p> + 'It will be known.' + </p> + <p> + 'But this is a sealed secret.' + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing is a secret that has been spoken. It 's in the air, and I have to + breathe to live by it. And I would rather it were out. “She betrayed him.” + Rather that, than have them think—anything! They will exclaim, How + could she! I have been unable to answer it to you—my own heart. How? + Oh! our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us; we cannot escape it. But + I have the answer for them, that I trust with my whole soul none of them + would have done the like.' + </p> + <p> + 'None, my Tony, would have taken it to the soul as you do.' + </p> + <p> + 'I talk, dear. If I took it honestly, I should be dumb, soon dust. The + moment we begin to speak, the guilty creature is running for cover. She + could not otherwise exist. I am sensible of evasion when I open my lips.' + </p> + <p> + 'But Tony has told me all.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think I have. But if you excuse my conduct, I am certain I have not.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dear girl, accounting for it, is not the same as excusing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Who can account for it! I was caught in a whirl—Oh! nothing + supernatural: my weakness; which it pleases me to call a madness—shift + the ninety-ninth! When I drove down that night to Mr. Tonans, I am certain + I had my clear wits, but I felt like a bolt. I saw things, but at too + swift a rate for the conscience of them. Ah! let never Necessity draw the + bow of our weakness: it is the soul that is winged to its perdition. I + remember I was writing a story, named THE MAN OF TWO MINDS. I shall sign + it, By the Woman of Two Natures. If ever it is finished. Capacity for + thinking should precede the act of writing. It should; I do not say that + it does. Capacity for assimilating the public taste and reproducing it, is + the commonest. The stuff is perishable, but it pays us for our labour, and + in so doing saves us from becoming tricksters. Now I can see that Mr. + Redworth had it in that big head of his—the authoress outliving her + income!' + </p> + <p> + 'He dared not speak.' + </p> + <p> + 'Why did he not dare?' + </p> + <p> + 'Would it have checked you?' + </p> + <p> + 'I was a shot out of a gun, and I am glad he did not stand in my way. What + power charged the gun, is another question. Dada used to say, that it is + the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him. “So fare ye well, old + Nickie Ben.” My dear, I am a black sheep; a creature with a spotted + reputation; I must wash and wash; and not with water—with + sulphur-flames.' She sighed. 'I am down there where they burn. You should + have let me lie and die. You were not kind. I was going quietly.' + </p> + <p> + 'My love!' cried Emma, overborne by a despair that she traced to the + woman's concealment of her bleeding heart, 'you live for me. Do set your + mind on that. Think of what you are bearing, as your debt to Emma. Will + you?' + </p> + <p> + Tony bowed her head mechanically. + </p> + <p> + 'But I am in love with King Death, and must confess it,' she said. 'That + hideous eating you forced on me, snatched me from him. And I feel that if + I had gone, I should have been mercifully forgiven by everybody.' + </p> + <p> + 'Except by me,' said Emma, embracing her. 'Tony would have left her friend + for her last voyage in mourning. And my dearest will live to know + happiness.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have no more belief in it, Emmy.' + </p> + <p> + 'The mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the senses.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes; we distil that fine essence through the senses; and the act is + called the pain of life. It is the death of them. So much I understand of + what our existence must be. But I may grieve for having done so little.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the sound grief, with hope at the core—not in love with + itself and wretchedly mortal, as we find self is under every shape it + takes; especially the chief one.' + </p> + <p> + 'Name it.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is best named Amor.' + </p> + <p> + There was a writhing in the frame of the hearer, for she did want Love to + be respected; not shadowed by her misfortune. Her still-flushed senses + protested on behalf of the eternalness of the passion, and she was obliged + to think Emma's cold condemnatory intellect came of the no knowledge of + it. + </p> + <p> + A letter from Mr. Tonans, containing an enclosure, was a sharp trial of + Diana's endurance of the irony of Fate. She had spoken of the irony in + allusion to her freedom. Now that, according to a communication from her + lawyers, she was independent of the task of writing, the letter which paid + the price of her misery bruised her heavily. + </p> + <p> + 'Read it and tear it all to strips,' she said in an abhorrence to Emma, + who rejoined: 'Shall I go at once and see him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Can it serve any end? But throw it into the fire. Oh! no simulation of + virtue. There was not, I think, a stipulated return for what I did. But I + perceive clearly—I can read only by events—that there was an + understanding. You behold it. I went to him to sell it. He thanks me, says + I served the good cause well. I have not that consolation. If I had + thought of the cause—of anything high, it would have arrested me. On + the fire with it!' + </p> + <p> + The letter and square slip were consumed. Diana watched the blackening + papers. + </p> + <p> + So they cease their sinning, Emmy; and as long as I am in torment, I may + hope for grace. We talked of the irony. It means, the pain of fire.' + </p> + <p> + 'I spoke of the irony to Redworth,' said Emma; 'incidentally, of course.' + </p> + <p> + 'And he fumed?' + </p> + <p> + 'He is really not altogether the Mr. Cuthbert Dering of your caricature. + He is never less than acceptably rational. I won't repeat his truisms; but + he said, or I deduced from what he said, that a grandmother's maxims would + expound the enigma.' + </p> + <p> + 'Probably the simple is the deep, in relation to the mysteries of life,' + said Diana, whose wits had been pricked to a momentary activity by the + letter. 'He behaves wisely; so perhaps we are bound to take his words for + wisdom. Much nonsense is talked and written, and he is one of the world's + reserves, who need no more than enrolling, to make a sturdy phalanx of + common sense. It's a pity they are not enlisted and drilled to express + themselves.' She relapsed. 'But neither he nor any of them could + understand my case.' + </p> + <p> + 'He puts the idea of an irony down to the guilt of impatience, Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'Could there be a keener irony than that? A friend of Dada's waited + patiently for a small fortune, and when it arrived, he was a worn-out man, + just assisted to go decently to his grave.' + </p> + <p> + 'But he may have gained in spirit by his patient waiting.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! true. We are warmer if we travel on foot sunward, but it is a + discovery that we are colder if we take to ballooning upward. The material + good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it. All life is a + lesson that we live to enjoy but in the spirit. I will brood on your + saying.' + </p> + <p> + 'It is your own saying, silly Tony, as the only things worth saying + always, are!' exclaimed Emma, as she smiled happily to see her friend's + mind reviving, though it was faintly and in the dark. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0039" id="link2HCH0039"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XXXIX. OF NATURE WITH ONE OF HER CULTIVATED DAUGHTERS AND A SHORT + EXCURSION IN ANTI-CLIMAX + </h2> + <p> + A mind that after a long season of oblivion in pain returns to wakefulness + without a keen edge for the world, is much in danger of souring + permanently. Diana's love of nature saved her from the dire mischance + during a two months' residence at Copsley, by stupefying her senses to a + state like the barely conscious breathing on the verge of sleep. February + blew South-west for the pairing of the birds. A broad warm wind rolled + clouds of every ambiguity of form in magnitude over peeping azure, or + skimming upon lakes of blue and lightest green, or piling the amphitheatre + for majestic sunset. Or sometimes those daughters of the wind flew linked + and low, semi-purple, threatening the shower they retained and teaching + gloom to rouse a songful nest in the bosom of the viewer. Sometimes they + were April, variable to soar with rain-skirts and sink with sunshafts. Or + they drenched wood and field for a day and opened on the high + South-western star. Daughters of the wind, but shifty daughters of this + wind of the dropping sun, they have to be watched to be loved in their + transformations. + </p> + <p> + Diana had Arthur Rhodes and her faithful Leander for walking companions. + If Arthur said: 'Such a day would be considered melancholy by London + people,' she thanked him in her heart, as a benefactor who had revealed to + her things of the deepest. The simplest were her food. Thus does Nature + restore us, by drugging the brain and making her creature confidingly + animal for its new growth. She imagined herself to have lost the power to + think; certainly she had not the striving or the wish. Exercise of her + limbs to reach a point of prospect, and of her ears and eyes to note what + bird had piped, what flower was out on the banks, and the leaf of what + tree it was that lay beneath the budding, satiated her daily desires. She + gathered unknowingly a sheaf of landscapes, images, keys of dreamed + horizons, that opened a world to her at any chance breath altering shape + or hue: a different world from the one of her old ambition. Her fall had + brought her renovatingly to earth, and the saving naturalness of the woman + recreated her childlike, with shrouded recollections of her strange taste + of life behind her; with a tempered fresh blood to enjoy aimlessly, and + what would erewhile have been a barrenness to her sensibilities. + </p> + <p> + In time the craving was evolved for positive knowledge, and shells and + stones and weeds were deposited on the library-table at Copsley, botanical + and geological books comparingly examined, Emma Dunstane always eager to + assist; for the samples wafted her into the heart of the woods. Poor Sir + Lukin tried three days of their society, and was driven away headlong to + Club-life. He sent down Redworth, with whom the walks of the zealous + inquirers were profitable, though Diana, in acknowledging it to herself, + reserved a decided preference for her foregone ethereal mood, larger, and + untroubled by the presence of a man. The suspicion Emma had sown was not + excited to an alarming activity; but she began to question: could the best + of men be simply—a woman's friend?—was not long service rather + less than a proof of friendship? She could be blind when her heart was on + fire for another. Her passion for her liberty, however, received no + ominous warning to look to the defences. He was the same blunt speaker, + and knotted his brows as queerly as ever at Arthur, in a transparent + calculation of how this fellow meant to gain his livelihood. She wilfully + put it to the credit of Arthur's tact that his elder was amiable, without + denying her debt to the good man for leaving her illness and her + appearance unmentioned. He forbore even to scan her features. Diana's wan + contemplativeness, in which the sparkle of meaning slowly rose to flash, + as we see a bubble rising from the deeps of crystal waters, caught at his + heart while he talked his matter-of-fact. But her instinct of a present + safety was true. She and Arthur discovered—and it set her first + meditating whether she did know the man so very accurately—that he + had printed, for private circulation, when at Harrow School, a little + book, a record of his observations in nature. Lady Dunstane was the casual + betrayer. He shrugged at the nonsense of a boy's publishing; anybody's + publishing he held for a doubtful proof of sanity. His excuse was, that he + had not published opinions. Let us observe, and assist in our small + sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights! + </p> + <p> + 'We retire,' Diana said, for herself and Arthur. + </p> + <p> + 'The wise thing, is to avoid the position that enforces publishing,' said + he, to the discomposure of his raw junior. + </p> + <p> + In the fields he was genially helpful; commending them to the study of the + South-west wind, if they wanted to forecast the weather and understand the + climate of our country. 'We have no Seasons, or only a shuffle of them. + Old calendars give seven months of the year to the Southwest, and that's + about the average. Count on it, you may generally reckon what to expect. + When you don't have the excess for a year or two, you are drenched the + year following.' He knew every bird by its flight and its pipe, habits, + tricks, hints of sagacity homely with the original human; and his remarks + on the sensitive life of trees and herbs were a spell to his thirsty + hearers. Something of astronomy he knew; but in relation to that science, + he sank his voice, touchingly to Diana, who felt drawn to kinship with him + when he had a pupil's tone. An allusion by Arthur to the poetical work of + Aratus, led to a memorably pleasant evening's discourse upon the long + reading of the stars by these our mortal eyes. Altogether the mind of the + practical man became distinguishable to them as that of a plain brother of + the poetic. Diana said of him to Arthur: 'He does not supply me with + similes; he points to the source of them.' Arthur, with envy of the man of + positive knowledge, disguised an unstrung heart in agreeing. + </p> + <p> + Redworth alluded passingly to the condition of public affairs. Neither of + them replied. Diana was wondering how one who perused the eternal of + nature should lend a thought to the dusty temporary of the world. + Subsequently she reflected that she was asking him to confine his great + male appetite to the nibble of bread which nourished her immediate sense + of life. Her reflections were thin as mist, coming and going like the + mist, with no direction upon her brain, if they sprang from it. When he + had gone, welcome though Arthur had seen him to be, she rebounded to a + broader and cheerfuller liveliness. Arthur was flattered by an idea of her + casting off incubus—a most worthy gentleman, and a not perfectly + sympathetic associate. Her eyes had their lost light in them, her step was + brisker; she challenged him to former games of conversation, excursions in + blank verse here and there, as the mood dictated. They amused themselves, + and Emma too. She revelled in seeing Tony's younger face and hearing some + of her natural outbursts. That Dacier never could have been the man for + her, would have compressed and subjected her, and inflicted a further + taste of bondage in marriage, she was assured. She hoped for the day when + Tony would know it, and haply that another, whom she little comprehended, + was her rightful mate. + </p> + <p> + March continued South-westerly and grew rainier, as Redworth had foretold, + bidding them look for gales and storm, and then the change of wind. It + came, after wettings of a couple scorning the refuge of dainty townsfolk + under umbrellas, and proud of their likeness to dripping wayside + wildflowers. Arthur stayed at Copsley for a week of the crisp + North-easter; and what was it, when he had taken his leave, that brought + Tony home from her solitary walk in dejection? It could not be her + seriously regretting the absence of the youthful companion she had parted + with gaily, appointing a time for another meeting on the heights, and + recommending him to repair idle hours with strenuous work. The fit passed + and was not explained. The winds are sharp with memory. The hard shrill + wind crowed to her senses of an hour on the bleak sands of the French + coast; the beginning of the curtained misery, inscribed as her happiness. + She was next day prepared for her term in London with Emma, who promised + her to make an expedition at the end of it by way of holiday, to see The + Crossways, which Mr. Redworth said was not tenanted. + </p> + <p> + 'You won't go through it like a captive?' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'I don't like it, dear,' Diana put up a comic mouth. 'The debts we owe + ourselves are the hardest to pay. That is the discovery of advancing age: + and I used to imagine it was quite the other way. But they are the debts + of honour, imperative. I shall go through it grandly, you will see. If I + am stopped at my first recreancy and turned directly the contrary way, I + think I have courage.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will not fear to meet... any one?' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'The world and all it contains! I am robust, eager for the fray, an + Amazon, a brazen-faced hussy. Fear and I have parted. I shall not do you + discredit. Besides you intend to have me back here with you? And besides + again, I burn to make a last brave appearance. I have not outraged the + world, dear Emmy, whatever certain creatures in it may fancy.' + </p> + <p> + She had come out of her dejectedness with a shrewder view of Dacier; + equally painful, for it killed her romance, and changed the garden of + their companionship in imagination to a waste. Her clearing intellect + prompted it, whilst her nature protested, and reviled her to uplift him. + He had loved her. 'I shall die knowing that a man did love me once,' she + said to her widowed heart, and set herself blushing and blanching. But the + thought grew inveterate: 'He could not bear much.' And in her quick brain + it shot up a crop of similitudes for the quality of that man's love. She + shuddered, as at a swift cleaving of cold steel. He had not given her a + chance; he had not replied to her letter written with the pen dipped in + her heart's blood; he must have gone straight away to the woman he + married. This after almost justifying the scandalous world:—after + ... She realized her sensations of that night when the house-door had + closed on him; her feeling of lost sovereignty, degradation, feminine + danger, friendliness: and she was unaware, and never knew, nor did the + world ever know, what cunning had inspired the frosty Cupid to return to + her and be warmed by striking a bargain for his weighty secret. She knew + too well that she was not of the snows which do not melt, however high her + conceit of herself might place her. Happily she now stood out of the sun, + in a bracing temperature, Polar; and her compassion for women was deeply + sisterly in tenderness and understanding. She spoke of it to Emma as her + gain. + </p> + <p> + 'I have not seen that you required to suffer to be considerate,' Emma + said. + </p> + <p> + 'It is on my conscience that I neglected Mary Paynham, among others—and + because you did not take to her, Emmy.' + </p> + <p> + 'The reading of it appears to me, that she has neglected you.' + </p> + <p> + 'She was not in my confidence, and so I construe it as delicacy. One never + loses by believing the best.' + </p> + <p> + 'If one is not duped.' + </p> + <p> + 'Expectations dupe us, not trust. The light of every soul burns upward. Of + course, most of them are candles in the wind. Let us allow for atmospheric + disturbance. Now I thank you, dear, for bringing me back to life. I see + that I was really a selfish suicide, because I feel I have power to do + some good, and belong to the army. When we are beginning to reflect, as I + do now, on a recovered basis of pure health, we have the world at the dawn + and know we are young in it, with great riches, great things gained and + greater to achieve. Personally I behold a queer little wriggling worm for + myself; but as one, of the active world I stand high and shapely; and the + very thought of doing work, is like a draught of the desert-springs to me. + Instead of which, I have once more to go about presenting my face to + vindicate my character. Mr. Redworth would admit no irony in that! At all + events, it is anti-climax.' + </p> + <p> + 'I forgot to tell you, Tony, you have been proposed for,' said Emma; and + there was a rush of savage colour over Tony's cheeks. + </p> + <p> + Her apparent apprehensions were relieved by hearing the name of Mr. + Sullivan Smith. + </p> + <p> + 'My poor dear countryman! And he thought me worthy, did he? Some day, when + we are past his repeating it, I'll thank him.' + </p> + <p> + The fact of her smiling happily at the narration of Sullivan Smith's + absurd proposal by mediatrix, proved to Emma how much her nature thirsted + for the smallest support in her self-esteem. + </p> + <p> + The second campaign of London was of bad augury at the commencement, owing + to the ridiculous intervention of a street-organ, that ground its pipes in + a sprawling roar of one of the Puritani marches, just as the carriage was + landing them at the door of her house. The notes were harsh, dissonant, + drunken, interlocked and horribly torn asunder, intolerable to ears not + keen to extract the tune through dreadful memories. Diana sat startled and + paralyzed. The melody crashed a revival of her days with Dacier, as in + gibes; and yet it reached to her heart. She imagined a Providence that was + trying her on the threshold, striking at her feebleness. She had to lock + herself in her room for an hour of deadly abandonment to misery, + resembling the run of poison through her blood, before she could bear to + lift eyes on her friend; to whom subsequently she said: 'Emmy, there are + wounds that cut sharp as the enchanter's sword, and we don't know we are + in halves till some rough old intimate claps us on the back, merely to ask + us how we are! I have to join myself together again, as well as I can. + It's done, dear; but don't notice the cement.' + </p> + <p> + 'You will be brave,' Emma petitioned. + </p> + <p> + 'I long to show you I will.' + </p> + <p> + The meeting with those who could guess a portion of her story, did not + disconcert her. To Lady Pennon and Lady Singleby, she was the brilliant + Diana of her nominal luminary issuing from cloud. Face and tongue, she was + the same; and once in the stream, she soon gathered its current topics and + scattered her arrowy phrases. Lady Pennon ran about with them, declaring + that the beautiful speaker, if ever down, was up, and up to her finest + mark. Mrs. Fryar-Gannett had then become the blazing regnant antisocial + star; a distresser of domesticity, the magnetic attraction in the + spirituous flames of that wild snapdragon bowl, called the Upper class; + and she was angelically blonde, a straw-coloured Beauty. 'A lovely wheat + sheaf, if the head were ripe,' Diana said of her. + </p> + <p> + 'Threshed, says her fame, my dear,' Lady Pennon replied, otherwise + allusive. + </p> + <p> + 'A wheatsheaf of contention for the bread of wind,' said Diana, thinking + of foolish Sir Lukin; thoughtless of talking to a gossip. + </p> + <p> + She would have shot a lighter dart, had she meant it to fly and fix. + </p> + <p> + Proclaim, ye classics, what minor Goddess, or primal, Iris or Ate, sped + straight away on wing to the empty wheatsheaf-ears of the golden-visaged + Amabel Fryar-Gunnett, daughter of Demeter in the field to behold, of + Aphrodite in her rosy incendiarism for the many of men; filling that + pearly concave with a perversion of the uttered speech, such as never lady + could have repeated, nor man, if less than a reaping harvester: which + verily for women to hear, is to stamp a substantial damnatory verification + upon the delivery of the saying:— + </p> + <p> + 'Mrs. Warwick says of you, that you're a bundle of straws for everybody + and bread for nobody.' + </p> + <p> + Or, stranger speculation, through what, and what number of conduits, + curious, and variously colouring, did it reach the fair Amabel of the + infant-in-cradle smile, in that deformation of the original utterance! To + pursue the thing, would be to enter the subter-sensual perfumed caverns of + a Romance of Fashionable Life, with no hope of coming back to light, other + than by tail of lynx, like the great Arabian seaman, at the last page of + the final chapter. A prospectively popular narrative indeed! and coin to + reward it, and applause. But I am reminded that a story properly closed on + the marriage of the heroine Constance and her young Minister of State, has + no time for conjuring chemists' bouquet of aristocracy to lure the native + taste. When we have satisfied English sentiment, our task is done, in + every branch of art, I hear: and it will account to posterity for the + condition of the branches. Those yet wakeful eccentrics interested in such + a person as Diana, to the extent of remaining attentive till the curtain + falls, demand of me to gather-up the threads concerning her: which my + gardener sweeping his pile of dead leaves before the storm and night, + advises me to do speedily. But it happens that her resemblance to her sex + and species of a civilized period plants the main threads in her bosom. + Rogues and a policeman, or a hurried change of front of all the actors, + are not a part of our slow machinery. + </p> + <p> + Nor is she to show herself to advantage. Only those who read her woman's + blood and character with the head, will care for Diana of the Crossways + now that the knot of her history has been unravelled. Some little love + they must have for her likewise: and how it can be quickened on behalf of + a woman who never sentimentalizes publicly, and has no dolly-dolly + compliance, and muses on actual life, and fatigues with the exercise of + brains, and is in sooth an alien: a princess of her kind and time, but a + foreign one, speaking a language distinct from the mercantile, trafficking + in ideas:—this is the problem. For to be true to her, one cannot + attempt at propitiation. She said worse things of the world than that + which was conveyed to the boxed ears of Mrs. Fryar-Gunnett. Accepting the + war declared against her a second time, she performed the common mental + trick in adversity of setting her personally known innocence to lessen her + generally unknown error—but anticipating that this might become + known, and the other not; and feeling that the motives of the acknowledged + error had served to guard her from being the culprit of the charge she + writhed under, she rushed out of a meditation compounded of mind and + nerves, with derision of the world's notion of innocence and estimate of + error. It was a mood lasting through her stay in London, and longer, to + the discomfort of one among her friends; and it was worthy of The + Anti-climax Expedition, as she called it. + </p> + <p> + For the rest, her demeanour to the old monster world exacting the + servility of her, in repayment for its tolerating countenance, was + faultless. Emma beheld the introduction to Mrs. Warwick of his bride, by + Mr. Percy Dacier. She had watched their approach up the Ball-room, + thinking, how differently would Redworth and Tony have looked. + Differently, had it been Tony and Dacier: but Emma could not persuade + herself of a possible harmony between them, save at the cost of Tony's + expiation of the sin of the greater heart in a performance equivalent to + Suttee. Perfectly an English gentleman of the higher order, he seemed the + effigy of a tombstone one, fixed upright, and civilly proud of his effigy + bride. So far, Emma considered them fitted. She perceived his quick eye on + her corner of the room; necessarily, for a man of his breeding, without a + change of expression. An emblem pertaining to her creed was on the + heroine's neck; also dependant at her waist. She was white from head to + foot; a symbol of purity. Her frail smile appeared deeply studied in + purity. Judging from her look and her reputation, Emma divined that the + man was justly mated with a devious filmy sentimentalist, likely to + 'fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings' for him at a mad rate in the + years to come. Such fiddling is indeed the peculiar diversion of the + opulent of a fatly prosperous people; who take it, one may concede to + them, for an inspired elimination of the higher notes of life: the very + highest. That saying of Tony's ripened with full significance to Emma now. + Not sensualism, but sham spiritualism, was the meaning; and however fine + the notes, they come skilfully evoked of the under-brute in us. Reasoning + it so, she thought it a saying for the penetration of the most polished + and deceptive of the later human masks. She had besides, be it owned, a + triumph in conjuring a sentence of her friend's, like a sword's edge, to + meet them; for she was boiling angrily at the ironical destiny which had + given to those Two a beclouding of her beloved, whom she could have + rebuked in turn for her insane caprice of passion. + </p> + <p> + But when her beloved stood-up to greet Mrs. Percy Dacier, all idea save + tremulous admiration of the valiant woman, who had been wounded nigh to + death, passed from Emma's mind. Diana tempered her queenliness to address + the favoured lady with smiles and phrases of gentle warmth, of goodness of + nature; and it became a halo rather than a personal eclipse that she cast. + </p> + <p> + Emma looked at Dacier. He wore the prescribed conventional air, subject in + half a minute to a rapid blinking of the eyelids. His wife could have been + inimically imagined fascinated and dwindling. A spot of colour came to her + cheeks. She likewise began to blink. + </p> + <p> + The happy couple bowed, proceeding; and Emma had Dacier's back for a + study. We score on that flat slate of man, unattractive as it is to + hostile observations, and unprotected, the device we choose. Her harshest, + was the positive thought that he had taken the woman best suited to him. + Doubtless, he was a man to prize the altar-candle above the lamp of day. + She fancied the back-view of him shrunken and straitened: perhaps a mere + hostile fancy: though it was conceivable that he should desire as little + of these meetings as possible. Eclipses are not courted. + </p> + <p> + The specially womanly exultation of Emma Dunstane in her friend's noble + attitude, seeing how their sex had been struck to the dust for a trifling + error, easily to be overlooked by a manful lover, and had asserted its + dignity in physical and moral splendour, in self-mastery and benignness, + was unshared by Diana. As soon as the business of the expedition was over, + her orders were issued for the sale of the lease of her house and all it + contained. 'I would sell Danvers too,' she said, 'but the creature + declines to be treated as merchandize. It seems I have a faithful servant; + very much like my life, not quite to my taste; the one thing out of the + wreck!—with my dog!' + </p> + <p> + Before quitting her house for the return to Copsley, she had to grant Mr. + Alexander Hepburn, post-haste from his Caledonia, a private interview. She + came out of it noticeably shattered. Nothing was related to Emma, beyond + the remark: 'I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest.' + The weighty little word—woman's native watchdog and guardian, if she + calls it to her aid in earnest—had encountered and withstood a fiery + ancient host, astonished at its novel power of resistance. + </p> + <p> + Emma contented herself with the result. 'Were you much supplicated?' + </p> + <p> + 'An Operatic Fourth-Act,' said Diana, by no means; feeling so flippantly + as she spoke. + </p> + <p> + She received, while under the impression of this man's, honest, if + primitive, ardour of courtship, or effort to capture, a characteristic + letter from Westlake, choicely phrased, containing presumeably an + application for her hand, in the generous offer of his own. Her reply to a + pursuer of that sort was easy. Comedy, after the barbaric attack, + refreshed her wits and reliance on her natural fencing weapons. To + Westlake, the unwritten No was conveyed in a series of kindly ironic + subterfuges, that, played it like an impish flea across the pages, just + giving the bloom of the word; and rich smiles come to Emma's life in + reading the dexterous composition: which, however, proved so thoroughly to + Westlake's taste, that a second and a third exercise in the comedy of the + negative had to be despatched to him from Copsley. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0040" id="link2HCH0040"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XL. IN WHICH WE SEE NATURE MAKING OF A WOMAN A MAID AGAIN, AND A + THRICE WHIMSICAL + </h2> + <p> + On their way from London, after leaving the station, the drive through the + valley led them past a field, where cricketers were at work bowling and + batting under a vertical sun: not a very comprehensible sight to ladies, + whose practical tendencies, as observers of the other sex, incline them to + question the gain of such an expenditure of energy. The dispersal of the + alphabet over a printed page is not less perplexing to the illiterate. As + soon as Emma Dunstane discovered the Copsley head-gamekeeper at one + wicket, and, actually, Thomas Redworth facing him, bat in hand, she sat + up, greatly interested. Sir Lukin stopped the carriage at the gate, and + reminded his wife that it was the day of the year for the men of his + estate to encounter a valley Eleven. Redworth, like the good fellow he + was, had come down by appointment in the morning out of London, to fill + the number required, Copsley being weak this year. Eight of their wickets + had fallen for a lament able figure of twenty-nine runs; himself + clean-bowled the first ball. But Tom Redworth had got fast hold of his + wicket, and already scored fifty to his bat. 'There! grand hit!' Sir Lukin + cried, the ball flying hard at the rails. 'Once a cricketer, always a + cricketer, if you've legs to fetch the runs. And Pullen's not doing badly. + His business is to stick. We shall mark them a hundred yet. I do hate a + score on our side without the two 00's.' He accounted for Redworth's mixed + colours by telling the ladies he had lent him his flannel jacket; which, + against black trousers, looked odd but not ill. + </p> + <h3> + Gradually the enthusiasm of the booth and bystanders converted the flying + of a leather ball into a subject of honourable excitement. + </h3> + <p> + 'And why are you doing nothing?' Sir Lukin was asked; and he explained: + </p> + <p> + 'My stumps are down: I'm married.' He took his wife's hand prettily. + </p> + <p> + Diana had a malicious prompting. She smothered the wasp, and said: 'Oh! + look at that!' + </p> + <p> + 'Grand hit again! Oh! good! good!' cried Sir Lukin, clapping to it, while + the long-hit-off ran spinning his legs into one for an impossible catch; + and the batsmen were running and stretching bats, and the ball flying + away, flying back, and others after it, and still the batsmen running, + till it seemed that the ball had escaped control and was leading the + fielders on a coltish innings of its own, defiant of bowlers. + </p> + <p> + Diana said merrily: 'Bravo our side!' + </p> + <p> + 'Bravo, old Tom Redworth'; rejoined Sir Lukin. 'Four, and a three! And + capital weather, haven't we: Hope we shall have same sort day next month—return + match, my ground. I've seen Tom Redworth score—old days—over + two hundred t' his bat. And he used to bowl too. But bowling wants + practice. And, Emmy, look at the old fellows lining the booth, pipe in + mouth and cheering. They do enjoy a day like this. We'll have a supper for + fifty at Copsley's:—it's fun. By Jove! we must have reached up to + near the hundred.' + </p> + <p> + He commissioned a neighbouring boy to hie to the booth for the latest + figures, and his emissary taught lightning a lesson. + </p> + <p> + Diana praised the little fellow. + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, he's a real English boy,' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'We 've thousands of 'em, thousands, ready to your hand,' exclaimed Sir + Lukin, 'and a confounded Radicalized country...' he murmured gloomily of + 'lets us be kicked!... any amount of insult, meek as gruel!... making of + the finest army the world has ever seen! You saw the papers this morning? + Good heaven! how a nation with an atom of self-respect can go on standing + that sort of bullying from foreigners! We do. We're insulted and we're + threatened, and we call for a hymn!—Now then, my man, what is it?' + </p> + <p> + The boy had flown back. 'Ninety-two marked, sir; ninety-nine runs; one + more for the hundred.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well reckoned; and mind you're up at Copsley for the return match.—And + Tom Redworth says, they may bite their thumbs to the bone—they don't + hurt us. I tell him, he has no sense of national pride. He says, we're not + prepared for war: We never are! And whose the fault? Says, we're a + peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us! He doesn't feel a kick.—Oh! + clever snick! Hurrah for the hundred!—Two-three. No, don't force the + running, you fools!—though they 're wild with the ball: ha!—no?—all + right!' The wicket stood. Hurrah! + </p> + <p> + The heat of the noonday sun compelled the ladies to drive on. + </p> + <p> + 'Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony,' said Emma. 'He + looks well in flannels.' + </p> + <p> + 'Yes, he does,' Diana replied, aware of the reddening despite her having + spoken so simply. 'I think the chief advantage men have over us is in + their amusements.' + </p> + <p> + 'Their recreations.' + </p> + <p> + 'That is the better word.' Diana fanned her cheeks and said she was warm. + 'I mean, the permanent advantage. For you see that age does not affect + them.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tom Redworth is not a patriarch, my dear.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, he is what would be called mature.' + </p> + <p> + 'He can't be more than thirty-two or three; and that, for a man of his + constitution, means youth.' + </p> + <p> + 'Well, I can imagine him a patriarch playing cricket.' + </p> + <p> + 'I should imagine you imagine the possible chances. He is the father who + would play with his boys.' + </p> + <p> + 'And lock up his girls in the nursery.' Diana murmured of the + extraordinary heat. + </p> + <p> + Emma begged her to remember her heterodox views of the education for + girls. + </p> + <p> + 'He bats admirably,' said Diana. 'I wish I could bat half as well.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your batting is with the tongue.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not so good. And a solid bat, or bludgeon, to defend the poor stumps, is + surer. But there is the difference of cricket:—when your stumps are + down, you are idle, at leisure; not a miserable prisoner.' + </p> + <p> + 'Supposing all marriages miserable.' + </p> + <p> + 'To the mind of me,' said Diana, and observed Emma's rather saddened + eyelids for a proof that schemes to rob her of dear liberty were certainly + planned. + </p> + <p> + They conversed of expeditions to Redworth's Berkshire mansion, and to The + Crossways, untenanted at the moment, as he had informed Emma, who fancied + it would please Tony to pass a night in the house she loved; but as he was + to be of the party she coldly acquiesced. + </p> + <p> + The woman of flesh refuses pliancy when we want it of her, and will not, + until it is her good pleasure, be bent to the development called a climax, + as the puppet-woman, mother of Fiction and darling of the multitude! ever + amiably does, at a hint of the Nuptial Chapter. Diana in addition + sustained the weight of brains. Neither with waxen optics nor with + subservient jointings did she go through her pathways of the world. Her + direct individuality rejected the performance of simpleton, and her lively + blood, the warmer for its containment quickened her to penetrate things + and natures; and if as yet, in justness to the loyal male friend, she + forbore to name him conspirator, she read both him and Emma, whose inner + bosom was revealed to her, without an effort to see. But her + characteristic chasteness of mind, not coldness of the 'blood,—which + had supported an arduous conflict, past all existing rights closely to + depict, and which barbed her to pierce to the wishes threatening her + freedom, deceived her now to think her flaming blushes came of her + relentless divination on behalf of her recovered treasure: whereby the + clear reading of others distracted the view of herself. For one may be the + cleverest alive, and still hoodwinked while blood is young and warm. + </p> + <p> + The perpetuity of the contrast presented to her reflections, of Redworth's + healthy, open, practical, cheering life, and her own freakishly + interwinding, darkly penetrative, simulacrum of a life, cheerless as well + as useless, forced her humiliated consciousness by degrees, in spite of + pride, to the knowledge that she was engaged in a struggle with him; and + that he was the stronger;—it might be, the worthier: she thought him + the handsomer. He throve to the light of day, and she spun a silly web + that meshed her in her intricacies. Her intuition of Emma's wishes led to + this; he was constantly before her. She tried to laugh at the image of the + concrete cricketer, half-flannelled, and red of face: the 'lucky + calculator,' as she named him to Emma, who shook her head, and sighed. The + abstract, healthful and powerful man, able to play besides profitably + working, defied those poor efforts. Consequently, at once she sent up a + bubble to the skies, where it became a spheral realm, of far too fine an + atmosphere for men to breathe in it; and thither she transported herself + at will, whenever the contrast, with its accompanying menace of a tyrannic + subjugation, overshadowed her. In the above, the kingdom composed of her + shattered romance of life and her present aspirings, she was free and + safe. Nothing touched her there—nothing that Redworth did. She could + not have admitted there her ideal of a hero. It was the sublimation of a + virgin's conception of life, better fortified against the enemy. She + peopled it with souls of the great and pure, gave it illimitable horizons, + dreamy nooks, ravishing landscapes, melodies of the poets of music. Higher + and more-celestial than the Salvatore, it was likewise, now she could + assure herself serenely, independent of the horrid blood-emotions. Living + up there, she had not a feeling. + </p> + <p> + The natural result of this habit of ascending to a superlunary home, was + the loss of an exact sense of how she was behaving below. At the Berkshire + mansion, she wore a supercilious air, almost as icy as she accused the + place of being. Emma knew she must have seen in the library a row of her + literary ventures, exquisitely bound; but there was no allusion to the + books. Mary Paynham's portrait of Mrs. Warwick hung staring over the + fireplace, and was criticized, as though its occupancy of that position + had no significance. + </p> + <p> + 'He thinks she has a streak of genius,' Diana said to Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'It may be shown in time,' Emma replied, for a comment on the work. 'He + should know, for the Spanish pictures are noble acquisitions.' + </p> + <p> + 'They are, doubtless, good investments.' + </p> + <p> + He had been foolish enough to say, in Diana's hearing, that he considered + the purchase of the Berkshire estate a good investment. It had not yet a + name. She suggested various titles for Emma to propose: 'The Funds'; or + 'Capital Towers'; or 'Dividend Manor'; or 'Railholm'; blind to the + evidence of inflicting pain. Emma, from what she had guess concerning the + purchaser of The Crossways, apprehended a discovery there which might make + Tony's treatment of him unkinder, seeing that she appeared actuated + contrariously; and only her invalid's new happiness in the small + excursions she was capable of taking to a definite spot, of some homely + attractiveness, moved her to follow her own proposal for the journey. + Diana pleaded urgently, childishly in tone, to have Arthur Rhodes with + them, 'so as to be sure of a sympathetic companion for a walk on the + Downs.' At The Crossways, they were soon aware that Mr. Redworth's + domestics were in attendance to serve them. Manifestly the house was his + property, and not much of an investment! The principal bed-room, her + father's once, and her own, devoted now to Emma's use, appalled her with a + resemblance to her London room. She had noticed some of her furniture at + 'Dividend Manor,' and chosen to consider it in the light of a bargain from + a purchase at the sale of her goods. Here was her bed, her writing-table, + her chair of authorship, desks, books, ornaments, water-colour sketches. + And the drawing-room was fitted with her brackets and etageres, holding + every knickknack she had possessed and scattered, small bronzes, antiques, + ivory junks, quaint ivory figures Chinese and Japanese, bits of porcelain, + silver incense-urns, dozens of dainty sundries. She had a shamed curiosity + to spy for an omission of one of them; all were there. The Crossways had + been turned into a trap. + </p> + <p> + Her reply to this blunt wooing, conspired, she felt justifled in thinking, + between him and Emma, was emphatic in muteness. She treated it as if + unobserved. At night, in bed, the scene of his mission from Emma to her + under this roof, barred her customary ascent to her planetary kingdom. + Next day she took Arthur after breakfast for a walk on the Downs and + remained absent till ten minutes before the hour of dinner. As to that + young gentleman, he was near to being caressed in public. Arthur's + opinions, his good sayings, were quoted; his excellent companionship on + really poetical walks, and perfect sympathy, praised to his face. + Challenged by her initiative to a kind of language that threw Redworth + out, he declaimed: 'We pace with some who make young morning stale.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! stale as peel of fruit long since consumed,' she chimed. + </p> + <p> + And go they proceeded; and they laughed, Emma smiled a little, Redworth + did the same beneath one of his questioning frowns—a sort of + fatherly grimace. + </p> + <p> + A suspicion that this man, when infatuated, was able to practise the + absurdest benevolence, the burlesque of chivalry, as a man-admiring sex + esteems it, stirred very naughty depths of the woman in Diana, labouring + under her perverted mood. She put him to proof, for the chance of arming + her wickedest to despise him. Arthur was petted, consulted, cited, + flattered all round; all but caressed. She played, with a reserve, the + maturish young woman smitten by an adorable youth; and enjoyed doing it + because she hoped for a visible effect—more paternal benevolence—and + could do it so dispassionately. Coquettry, Emma thought, was most + unworthily shown; and it was of the worst description. Innocent of + conspiracy, she had seen the array of Tony's lost household treasures she + wondered at a heartlessness that would not even utter common thanks to the + friendly man for the compliment of prizing her portrait and the things she + had owned; and there seemed an effort to wound him. + </p> + <p> + The invalided woman, charitable with allowances for her erratic husband, + could offer none for the woman of a long widowhood, that had become a + trebly sensitive maidenhood; abashed by her knowledge of the world, + animated by her abounding blood; cherishing her new freedom, dreading the + menacer; feeling that though she held the citadel, she was daily less sure + of its foundations, and that her hope of some last romance in life was + going; for in him shone not a glimpse. He appeared to Diana as a fatal + power, attracting her without sympathy, benevolently overcoming: one of + those good men, strong men, who subdue and do not kindle. The enthralment + revolted a nature capable of accepting subjection only by burning. In + return for his moral excellence, she gave him the moral sentiments: + esteem, gratitude, abstract admiration, perfect faith. But the man? She + could not now say she had never been loved; and a flood of tenderness rose + in her bosom, swelling from springs that she had previously reproved with + a desperate severity: the unhappy, unsatisfied yearning to be more than + loved, to love. It was alive, out of the wreck of its first trial. This, + the secret of her natural frailty, was bitter to her pride: + chastely-minded as she was, it whelmed her. And then her comic imagination + pictured Redworth dramatically making love. And to a widow! It proved him + to be senseless of romance. Poetic men take aim at maidens. His + devotedness to a widow was charged against him by the widow's shudder at + antecedents distasteful to her soul, a discolouration of her life. She + wished to look entirely forward, as upon a world washed clear of night, + not to be cast back on her antecedents by practical wooings or words of + love; to live spiritually; free of the shower at her eyelids attendant on + any idea of her loving. The woman who talked of the sentimentalist's + 'fiddling harmonics,' herself stressed the material chords, in her attempt + to escape out of herself and away from her pursuer. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile she was as little conscious of what she was doing as of how she + appeared. Arthur went about with the moony air of surcharged sweetness, + and a speculation on it, alternately tiptoe and prostrate. More of her + intoxicating wine was administered to him, in utter thoughtlessness of + consequences to one who was but a boy and a friend, almost of her own + rearing. She told Emma, when leaving The Crossways, that she had no desire + to look on the place again: she wondered at Mr. Redworth's liking such a + solitude. In truth, the look back on it let her perceive that her husband + haunted it, and disfigured the man, of real generosity, as her heart + confessed, but whom she accused of a lack of prescient delicacy, for not + knowing she would and must be haunted there. Blaming him, her fountain of + colour shot up, at a murmur of her unjustness and the poor man's hopes. + </p> + <p> + A week later, the youth she publicly named 'her Arthur' came down to + Copsley with news of his having been recommended by Mr. Redworth for the + post of secretary to an old Whig nobleman famous for his patronage of men + of letters. And besides, he expected to inherit, he said, and gazed in a + way to sharpen her instincts. The wine he had drunk of late from her + flowing vintage was in his eyes. They were on their usual rambles out + along the heights. 'Accept, by all means, and thank Mr. Redworth,' said + she, speeding her tongue to intercept him. 'Literature is a good stick and + a bad horse. Indeed, I ought to know. You can always write; I hope you + will.' + </p> + <p> + She stepped fast, hearing: 'Mrs. Warwick—Diana! May I take your + hand?' + </p> + <p> + This was her pretty piece of work! 'Why should you? If you speak my + Christian name, no: you forfeit any pretext. And pray, don't loiter. We + are going at the pace of the firm of Potter and Dawdle, and you know they + never got their shutters down till it was time to put them up again.' + </p> + <p> + Nimble-footed as she was, she pressed ahead too fleetly for amorous + eloquence to have a chance. She heard 'Diana!' twice, through the rattling + of her discourse and flapping of her dress. + </p> + <p> + 'Christian names are coin that seem to have an indifferent valuation of + the property they claim,' she said in the Copsley garden; 'and as for + hands, at meeting and parting, here is the friendliest you could have. + Only don't look rueful. My dear Arthur, spare me that, or I shall blame + myself horribly.' + </p> + <p> + His chance had gone, and he composed his face. No hope in speaking had + nerved him; merely the passion to speak. Diana understood the state, and + pitied the naturally modest young fellow, and chafed at herself as a + senseless incendiary, who did mischief right and left, from seeking to + shun the apparently inevitable. A sidethought intruded, that he would have + done his wooing poetically—not in the burly storm, or bull-Saxon, + she apprehended. Supposing it imperative with her to choose? She looked + up, and the bird of broader wing darkened the whole sky, bidding her know + that she had no choice. + </p> + <p> + Emma was requested to make Mr. Redworth acquainted with her story, all of + it:—'So that this exalted friendship of his may be shaken to a + common level. He has an unbearably high estimate of me, and it hurts me. + Tell him all; and more than even you have known:—but for his coming + to me, on the eve of your passing under the surgeon's hands, I should have + gone—flung the world my glove! A matter of minutes. Ten minutes + later! The train was to start for France at eight, and I was awaited. I + have to thank heaven that the man was one of those who can strike icily. + Tell Mr. Redworth what I say. You two converse upon every subject. One may + be too loftily respected—in my case. By and by—for he is a + tolerant reader of life and women, I think—we shall be humdrum + friends of the lasting order.' + </p> + <p> + Emma's cheeks were as red as Diana's. 'I fancy Tom Redworth has not much + to learn concerning any person he cares for,' she said. 'You like him? I + have lost touch of you, my dear, and ask.' + </p> + <p> + 'I like him: that I can say. He is everything I am not. But now I am free, + the sense of being undeservedly over-esteemed imposes fetters, and I don't + like them. I have been called a Beauty. Rightly or other, I have had a + Beauty's career; and a curious caged beast's life I have found it. Will + you promise me to speak to him? And also, thank him for helping Arthur + Rhodes to a situation.' + </p> + <p> + At this, the tears fell from her. And so enigmatical had she grown to + Emma, that her bosom friend took them for a confessed attachment to the + youth. + </p> + <p> + Diana's wretched emotion shamed her from putting any inquiries whether + Redworth had been told. He came repeatedly, and showed no change of face, + always continuing in the form of huge hovering griffin; until an idea, + instead of the monster bird, struck her. Might she not, after all, be + cowering under imagination? The very maidenly idea wakened her womanliness—to + reproach her remainder of pride, not to see more accurately. It was the + reason why she resolved, against Emma's extreme entreaties, to take + lodgings in the South valley below the heights, where she could be + independent of fancies and perpetual visitors, but near her beloved at any + summons of urgency; which Emma would not habitually send because of the + coming of a particular gentleman. Dresses were left at Copsley for dining + and sleeping there upon occasion, and poor Danvers, despairing over the + riddle of her mistress, was condemned to the melancholy descent. + </p> + <p> + 'It's my belief,' she confided to Lady Dunstane's maid Bartlett, 'she'll + hate men all her life after that Mr. Dacier.' + </p> + <p> + If women were deceived, and the riddle deceived herself, there is excuse + for a plain man like Redworth in not having the slightest clue to the + daily shifting feminine maze he beheld. The strange thing was, that during + her maiden time she had never been shifty or flighty, invariably limpid + and direct. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0041" id="link2HCH0041"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLI. CONTAINS A REVELATION OF THE ORIGIN OF THE TIGRESS IN DIANA + </h2> + <p> + An afternoon of high summer blazed over London through the City's awning + of smoke, and the three classes of the population, relaxed by the weariful + engagement with what to them was a fruitless heat, were severally bathing + their ideas in dreams of the contrast possible to embrace: breezy seas or + moors, aerial Alps, cool beer. The latter, if confessedly the lower + comfort, is the readier at command; and Thomas Redworth, whose perspiring + frame was directing his inward vision to fly for solace to a trim new + yacht, built on his lines, beckoning from Southampton Water, had some of + the amusement proper to things plucked off the levels, in the conversation + of a couple of journeymen close ahead of him, as he made his way from a + quiet street of brokers' offices to a City Bank. One asked the other if he + had ever tried any of that cold stuff they were now selling out of + barrows, with cream. His companion answered, that he had not got much + opinion of stuff of the sort; and what was it like? + </p> + <p> + 'Well, it's cheap, it ain't bad; it's cooling. But it ain't refreshing.' + </p> + <p> + 'Just what I reckoned all that newfangle rubbish.' + </p> + <p> + Without a consultation, the conservatives in beverage filed with a smart + turn about, worthy of veterans at parade on the drill-ground, into a + public-house; and a dialogue chiefly remarkable for absence of point, + furnished matter to the politician's head of the hearer. Provided that + their beer was unadulterated! Beer they would have; and why not, in + weather like this? But how to make the publican honest! And he was not the + only trickster preying on the multitudinous poor copper crowd, rightly to + be protected by the silver and the golden. Revelations of the arts + practised to plump them with raw-earth and minerals in the guise of + nourishment, had recently knocked at the door of the general conscience + and obtained a civil reply from the footman. Repulsive as the thought was + to one still holding to Whiggish Liberalism, though flying various Radical + kites, he was caught by the decisive ultratorrent, and whirled to amid the + necessity for the interference of the State, to stop the poisoning of the + poor. Upper classes have never legislated systematically in their + interests; and quid... rabidae tradis ovile lupae? says one of the + multitude. We may be seeing fangs of wolves where fleeces waxed. The State + that makes it a vital principle to concern itself with the helpless poor, + meets instead of waiting for Democracy; which is a perilous flood but when + it is dammed. Or else, in course of time, luxurious yachting, my friend, + will encounter other reefs and breakers than briny ocean's! Capital, + whereat Diana Warwick aimed her superbest sneer, has its instant duties. + She theorized on the side of poverty, and might do so: he had no right to + be theorizing on the side of riches. Across St. George's Channel, the cry + for humanity in Capital was an agony. He ought to be there, doing, not + cogitating. The post of Irish Secretary must be won by real service + founded on absolute local knowledge. Yes, and sympathy, if you like; but + sympathy is for proving, not prating.... + </p> + <p> + These were the meditations of a man in love; veins, arteries, headpiece in + love, and constantly brooding at a solitary height over the beautiful + coveted object; only too bewildered by her multifarious evanescent + feminine evasions, as of colours on a ruffle water, to think of pouncing + for he could do nothing to soften, nothing that seemed to please her: and + all the while, the motive of her mind impelled him in reflection beyond + practicable limits: even pointing him to apt quotations! Either he thought + within her thoughts, or his own were at her disposal. Nor was it + sufficient for him to be sensible of her influence, to restrain the + impetus he took from her. He had already wedded her morally, and much that + he did, as well as whatever he debated, came of Diana; more than if they + had been coupled, when his downright practical good sense could have + spoken. She held him suspended, swaying him in that posture; and he was + not a whit ashamed of it. The beloved woman was throned on the very + highest of the man. + </p> + <p> + Furthermore, not being encouraged, he had his peculiar reason for delay, + though now he could offer her wealth. She had once in his hearing derided + the unpleasant hiss of the ungainly English matron's title of Mrs. There + was no harm in the accustomed title, to his taste; but she disliking it, + he did the same, on her special behalf; and the prospect, funereally + draped, of a title sweeter-sounding to her ears, was above his horizon. + Bear in mind, that he underwent the reverse of encouragement. Any small + thing to please her was magnified, and the anticipation of it nerved the + modest hopes of one who deemed himself and any man alive deeply her + inferior. + </p> + <p> + Such was the mood of the lover condemned to hear another malignant scandal + defiling the name of the woman he worshipped. Sir Lukin Dunstane, + extremely hurried, bumped him on the lower step of the busy Bank, and + said: + </p> + <p> + 'Pardon!' and 'Ha! Redwarth! making money?' + </p> + <p> + 'Why, what are you up to down here?' he was asked, and he answered: 'Down + to the Tower, to an officer quartered there. Not bad quarters, but an + infernal distance. Business.' + </p> + <p> + Having cloaked his expedition to the distance with the comprehensive word, + he repeated it; by which he feared he had rendered it too significant, and + he said: 'No, no; nothing particular'; and that caused the secret he + contained to swell in his breast rebelliously, informing the candid + creature of the fact of his hating to lie: whereupon thus he poured + himself out, in the quieter bustle of an alley, off the main thoroughfare. + 'You're a friend of hers. I 'm sure you care for her reputation; you 're + an old friend of hers, and she's my wife's dearest friend; and I'm fond of + her too; and I ought to be, and ought to know, and do know:—pure? + Strike off my fist if there's a spot on her character! And a scoundrel + like that fellow Wroxeter! Damnedest rage I ever was in!—Swears... + down at Lockton... when she was a girl. Why, Redworth, I can tell you, + when Diana Warwick was a girl!' + </p> + <p> + Redworth stopped him. 'Did he say it in your presence?' + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin was drawn-up by the harsh question. 'Well, no; not exactly.' He + tried to hesitate, but he was in the hot vein of a confidence and he + wanted advice. 'The cur said it to a woman—hang the woman! And she + hates Diana Warwick: I can't tell why—a regular snake's hate. By + Jove! how women carp hate!' + </p> + <p> + 'Who is the woman?' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin complained of the mob at his elbows. 'I don't like mentioning + names here.' + </p> + <p> + A convenient open door of offices invited him to drag his receptacle, and + possible counsellor, into the passage, where immediately he bethought him + of a postponement of the distinct communication; but the vein was too hot. + 'I say, Redworth, I wish you'd dine with me. Let's drive up to my Club.—Very + well, two words. And I warn you, I shall call him out, and make it appear + it 's about another woman, who'll like nothing so much, if I know the + Jezebel. Some women are hussies, let 'em be handsome as houris. And she's + a fire-ship; by heaven, she is! Come, you're a friend of my wife's, but + you're a man of the world and my friend, and you know how fellows are + tempted, Tom Redworth.—Cur though he is, he's likely to step out and + receive a lesson.—Well, he's the favoured cavalier for the + present... h'm... Fryar-Gannett. Swears he told her, circumstantially; and + it was down at Lockton, when Diana Warwick was a girl. Swears she'll spit + her venom at her, so that Diana Warwick shan't hold her head up in London + Society, what with that cur Wroxeter, Old Dannisburgh, and Dacier. And it + does count a list, doesn't it? confound the handsome hag! She's jealous of + a dark rival. I've been down to Colonel Hartswood at the Tower, and he + thinks Wroxeter deserves horsewhipping, and we may manage it. I know you + 're dead against duelling; and so am I, on my honour. But you see there + are cases where a lady must be protected; and anything new, left to + circulate against a lady who has been talked of twice—Oh, by Jove! + it must be stopped. If she has a male friend on earth, it must be stopped + on the spot.' + </p> + <p> + Redworth eyed Sir Lukin curiously through his wrath. + </p> + <p> + 'We'll drive up to your Club,' he said. + </p> + <p> + 'Hartswood dines with me this evening, to confer,' rejoined Sir Lukin. + 'Will you meet him?' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't,' said Redworth, 'I have to see a lady, whose affairs I have been + attending to in the City; and I 'm engaged for the evening. You perceive, + my good fellow,' he resumed, as they rolled along, 'this is a delicate + business. You have to consider your wife. Mrs. Warwick's, name won't come + up, but another woman's will.' + </p> + <p> + 'I meet Wroxeter at a gambling-house he frequents, and publicly call him + cheat—slap his face, if need be.' + </p> + <p> + 'Sure to!' repeated Redworth. 'No stupid pretext will quash the woman's + name. Now, such a thing as a duel would give pain enough.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course; I understand,' Sir Lukin nodded his clear comprehension. 'But + what is it you advise, to trounce the scoundrel, and silence him?' + </p> + <p> + 'Leave it to me for a day. Let me have your word that you won't take a + step: positively—neither you nor Colonel Hartswood. I'll see you by + appointment at your Club.' Redworth looked up over the chimneys. 'We 're + going to have a storm and a gale, I can tell you.' + </p> + <p> + 'Gale and storm!' cried Sir Lukin; 'what has that got to do with it?' + </p> + <p> + 'Think of something else for, a time.' + </p> + <p> + 'And that brute of a woman—deuced handsome she is!—if you care + for fair women, Redworth:—she's a Venus, jumped slap out of the + waves, and the Devil for sire—that you learn: running about, sowing + her lies. She's a yellow witch. Oh! but she's a shameless minx. And a + black-leg cur like Wroxeter! Any woman intimate with a fellow like that, + stamps herself. I loathe her. Sort of woman who swears in the morning + you're the only man on earth; and next day—that evening-engaged!—fee + to Polly Hopkins—and it's a gentleman, a nobleman, my lord!—been + going on behind your back half the season!—and she isn't hissed when + she abuses a lady, a saint in comparison! You know the world, old fellow:—Brighton, + Richmond, visits to a friend as deep in the bog. How Fryar-Gunnett—a + man, after all—can stand it! And drives of an afternoon for an + airing-by heaven! You're out of that mess, Redworth: not much taste for + the sex; and you're right, you're lucky. Upon my word, the corruption of + society in the present day is awful; it's appalling.—I rattled at + her: and oh! dear me, perks on her hind heels and defies me to prove: and + she's no pretender, but hopes she's as good as any of my “chaste Dianas.” + My dear old friend, it's when you come upon women of that kind you have a + sickener. And I'm bound by the best there is in a man-honour, gratitude, + all the' list—to defend Diana Warwick.' + </p> + <p> + 'So, you see, for your wife's sake, your name can't be hung on a woman of + that kind,' said Redworth. 'I'll call here the day after to-morrow at + three P.M.' + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin descended and vainly pressed Redworth to run up into his Club + for refreshment. Said he roguishly: + </p> + <p> + 'Who 's the lady?' + </p> + <p> + The tone threw Redworth on his frankness. + </p> + <p> + 'The lady I 've been doing business for in the City, is Miss Paynham.' + </p> + <p> + 'I saw her once at Copsley; good-looking. Cleverish?' + </p> + <p> + 'She has ability.' + </p> + <p> + Entering his Club, Sir Lukin was accosted in the reading-room by a cavalry + officer, a Colonel Launay, an old Harrovian, who stood at the window and + asked him whether it was not Tom Redworth in the cab. Another, of the same + School, standing squared before a sheet of one of the evening newspapers, + heard the name and joined them, saying: 'Tom Redworth is going to be + married, some fellow told me.' + </p> + <p> + 'He'll make a deuced good husband to any woman—if it's true,' said + Sir Lukin, with Miss Paynham ringing in his head. 'He's a cold-blooded old + boy, and likes women for their intellects.' + </p> + <p> + Colonel Launay hummed in meditative emphasis. He stared at vacancy with a + tranced eye, and turning a similar gaze on Sir Lukin, as if through him, + burst out: 'Oh, by George, I say, what a hugging that woman 'll get!' + </p> + <p> + The cocking of ears and queries of Sir Lukin put him to the test of his + right to the remark; for it sounded of occult acquaintance with + interesting subterranean facts; and there was a communication, in brief + syllables and the dot language, crudely masculine. Immensely surprised, + Sir Lukin exclaimed: 'Of course! when fellows live quietly and are careful + of themselves. Ah! you may think you know a man for years, and you don't: + you don't know more than an inch or two of him. Why, of course, Tom + Redworth would be uxorious—the very man! And tell us what has become + of the Firefly now? One never sees her. Didn't complain?' + </p> + <p> + 'Very much the contrary.' + </p> + <p> + Both gentlemen were grave, believing their knowledge in the subterranean + world of a wealthy city to give them a positive cognizance of female + humanity; and the substance of Colonel Launay's communication had its + impressiveness for them. + </p> + <p> + 'Well, it's a turn right-about-face for me,' said Sir Lukin. 'What a world + we live in! I fancy I've hit on the woman he means to marry;—had an + idea of another woman once; but he's one of your friendly fellows with + women. That's how it was I took him for a fish. Great mistake, I admit. + But Tom Redworth 's a man of morals after all; and when those men do break + loose for a plunge—ha! Have you ever boxed with him? Well, he keeps + himself in training, I can tell you.' + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin's round of visits drew him at night to Lady Singleby's, where he + sighted the identical young lady of his thoughts, Miss Paynham, + temporarily a guest of the house; and he talked to her of Redworth, and + had the satisfaction to spy a blush, a rageing blush: which avowal + presented her to his view as an exceedingly good-looking girl; so that he + began mentally to praise Redworth for a manly superiority to small trifles + and the world's tattle. + </p> + <p> + 'You saw him to-day,' he said. + </p> + <p> + She answered: 'Yes. He goes down to Copsley tomorrow.' + </p> + <p> + 'I think not,' said Sir Lukin.' + </p> + <p> + 'I have it from him.' She closed her eyelids in speaking. + </p> + <p> + 'He and I have some rather serious business in town.' + </p> + <p> + 'Serious?' + </p> + <p> + 'Don't be alarmed: not concerning him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whom, then? You have told me so much—I have a right to know.' + </p> + <p> + 'Not an atom of danger, I assure you?' + </p> + <p> + 'It concerns Mrs. Warwick!' said she. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin thought the guess extraordinary. He preserved an impenetrable + air. But he had spoken enough to set that giddy head spinning. + </p> + <p> + Nowhere during the night was Mrs. Fryar-Gannett visible. Earlier than + usual, she was riding next day in the Row, alone for perhaps two minutes, + and Sir Lukin passed her, formally saluting. He could not help the look + behind him, she sat so bewitchingly on horseback! He looked, and behold, + her riding-whip was raised erect from the elbow. It was his horse that + wheeled; compulsorily he was borne at a short canter to her side. + </p> + <p> + 'Your commands?' + </p> + <p> + The handsome Amabel threw him a sombre glance from the corners of her + uplifted eyelids; and snakish he felt it; but her colour and the line of + her face went well with sullenness; and, her arts of fascination cast + aside, she fascinated him more in seeming homelier, girlish. If the trial + of her beauty of a woman in a temper can bear the strain, she has + attractive lures indeed; irresistible to the amorous idler: and when, in + addition, being the guilty person, she plays the injured, her show of + temper on the taking face pitches him into perplexity with his own + emotions, creating a desire to strike and be stricken, howl and set + howling, which is of the happiest augury for tender reconcilement, on the + terms of the gentleman on his kneecap. + </p> + <p> + 'You've been doing a pretty thing!' she said, and briefly she named her + house and half an hour, and flew. Sir Lukin was left to admire the figure + of the horsewoman. Really, her figure had an air of vindicating her + successfully, except for the poison she spat at Diana Warwick. And what + pretty thing had he been doing? He reviewed dozens of speculations until + the impossibility of seizing one determined him to go to Mrs. + Fryar-Gunnett at the end of the half-hour—'Just to see what these + women have to say for themselves.' + </p> + <p> + Some big advance drops of Redworth's thunderstorm drawing gloomily + overhead, warned him to be quick and get his horse into stables. + Dismounted, the sensational man was irresolute, suspecting a female trap. + But curiosity, combined with the instinctive turning of his nose in the + direction of the lady's house, led him thither, to an accompaniment of + celestial growls, which impressed him, judging by that naughty-girl face + of hers and the woman's tongue she had, as a likely prelude to the scene + to come below. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0042" id="link2HCH0042"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLII. THE PENULTIMATE: SHOWING A FINAL STRUGGLE FOR LIBERTY AND + RUN INTO HARNESS + </h2> + <p> + The prophet of the storm had forgotten his prediction; which, however, was + of small concern to him, apart from the ducking he received midway between + the valley and the heights of Copsley; whither he was bound, on a mission + so serious that, according to his custom in such instances, he chose to + take counsel of his active legs: an adviseable course when the brain wants + clearing and the heart fortifying. Diana's face was clearly before him + through the deluge; now in ogle features, the dimple running from her + mouth, the dark bright eyes and cut of eyelids, and nostrils alive under + their lightning; now inkier whole radiant smile, or musefully listening, + nursing a thought. Or she was obscured, and he felt the face. The + individuality of it had him by the heart, beyond his powers of visioning. + On his arrival, he stood in the hall, adrip like one of the trees of the + lawn, laughing at Lady Dunstane's anxious exclamations. His portmanteau + had come and he was expected; she hurried out at the first ringing of the + bell, to greet and reproach him for walking in such weather. + </p> + <p> + 'Diana has left me,' she said, when he reappeared in dry clothing. 'We are + neighbours; she has taken cottage-lodgings at Selshall, about an hour's + walk:—one of her wild dreams of independence. Are you disappointed?' + </p> + <p> + 'I am,' Redworth confessed. + </p> + <p> + Emma coloured. 'She requires an immense deal of humouring at present. The + fit will wear off; only we must wait for it. Any menace to her precious + liberty makes her prickly. She is passing the day with the Pettigrews, who + have taken a place near her village for a month. She promised to dine and + sleep here, if she returned in time. What is your news?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing; the world wags on.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have nothing special to tell her?' + </p> + <p> + 'Nothing'; he hummed; 'nothing, I fancy, that she does not know.' + </p> + <p> + 'You said you were disappointed.' + </p> + <p> + 'It's always a pleasure to see her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Even in her worst moods, I find it so.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! moods!' quoth Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'My friend, they are to be reckoned, with women.' + </p> + <p> + 'Certainly; what I meant was, that I don't count them against women.' + </p> + <p> + 'Good: but my meaning was... I think I remember your once comparing them + and the weather; and you spoke of the “one point more variable in women.” + You may forestall your storms. There is no calculating the effect of a few + little words at a wrong season.' + </p> + <p> + 'With women! I suppose not. I have no pretension to a knowledge of the + sex.' + </p> + <p> + Emma imagined she had spoken plainly enough, if he had immediate designs; + and she was not sure of that, and wished rather to shun his confidences + while Tony was in her young widowhood, revelling in her joy of liberty. By + and by, was her thought: perhaps next year. She dreaded Tony's refusal of + the yoke, and her iron-hardness to the dearest of men proposing it; and + moreover, her further to be apprehended holding to the refusal, for the + sake of consistency, if it was once uttered. For her own sake, she shrank + from hearing intentions, that distressing the good man, she would have to + discountenance. His candour in confessing disappointment, and his open + face, his excellent sense too, gave her some assurance of his not being + foolishly impetuous. After he had read to her for an hour, as his habit + was on evenings and wet days, their discussion of this and that in the + book lulled any doubts she had of his prudence, enough to render it even a + dubious point whether she might be speculating upon a wealthy bachelor in + the old-fashioned ultra-feminine manner; the which she so abhorred that + she rejected the idea. Consequently, Redworth's proposal to walk down to + the valley for Diana, and bring her back, struck her as natural when a + shaft of western sunshine from a whitened edge of raincloud struck her + windows. She let him go without an intimated monition or a thought of one; + thinking simply that her Tony would be more likely to come, having him for + escort. Those are silly women who are always imagining designs and + intrigues and future palpitations in the commonest actions of either sex. + Emma Dunstane leaned to the contrast between herself and them. + </p> + <p> + Danvers was at the house about sunset, reporting her mistress to be on her + way, with Mr. Redworth. The maid's tale of the dreadful state of the + lanes, accounted for their tardiness; and besides the sunset had been + magnificent. Diana knocked at Emma's bedroom door, to say, outside, + hurriedly in passing, how splendid the sunset had been, and beg for an + extra five minutes. Taking full fifteen, she swam into the drawing-room, + lively with kisses on Emma's cheeks, and excuses, referring her misconduct + in being late to the seductions of 'Sol' in his glory. Redworth said he + had rarely seen so wonderful a sunset. The result of their unanimity + stirred Emma's bosom to match-making regrets; and the walk of the pair + together, alone under the propitious laming heavens, appeared to her now + as an opportunity lost. From sisterly sympathy, she fancied she could + understand Tony's liberty-loving reluctance: she had no comprehension of + the backwardness of the man beholding the dear woman handsomer than in her + maiden or her married time: and sprightlier as well. She chatted + deliciously, and drew Redworth to talk his best on his choicer subjects, + playing over them like a fide-wisp, determined at once to flounder him and + to make him shine. Her tender esteem for the man was transparent through + it all; and Emma, whose evening had gone happily between them, said to + her, in their privacy, before parting: 'You seemed to have been inspired + by “Sol,” my dear. You do like him, don't you?' + </p> + <p> + Diana vowed she adored him; and with a face of laughter in rosy suffusion, + put Sol for Redworth, Redworth for Sol; but, watchful of Emma's visage, + said finally: 'If you mean the mortal man, I think him up to almost all + your hyperboles—as far as men go; and he departed to his night's + rest, which I hope will be good, like a king. Not to admire him, would + argue me senseless, heartless. I do; I have reason to.' + </p> + <p> + 'And you make him the butt of your ridicule, Tony.' + </p> + <p> + 'No; I said “like a king”; and he is one. He has, to me, morally the + grandeur of your Sol sinking, Caesar stabbed, Cato on the sword-point. He + is Roman, Spartan, Imperial; English, if you like, the pick, of the land. + It is an honour to call him friend, and I do trust he will choose the pick + among us, to make her a happy woman—if she's for running in harness. + There, I can't say more.' + </p> + <p> + Emma had to be satisfied with it, for the present. + </p> + <p> + They were astonished at breakfast by seeing Sir Lukin ride past the + windows. He entered with the veritable appetite of a cavalier who had + ridden from London fasting; and why he had come at that early hour, he was + too hungry to explain. The ladies retired to read their letters by the + morning's post; whereupon Sir Lukin called to Redworth; 'I met that woman + in the park yesterday, and had to stand a volley. I went beating about + London for you all the afternoon and evening. She swears you rated her + like a scullery wench, and threatened to ruin Wroxeter. Did you see him? + She says, the story's true in one particular, that he did snatch a kiss, + and got mauled. Not so much to pay for it! But what a ruffian—eh?' + </p> + <p> + 'I saw him,' said Redworth. 'He 's one of the new set of noblemen who take + bribes to serve as baits for transactions in the City. They help to the + ruin of their order, or are signs of its decay. We won't judge it by him. + He favoured me with his “word of honour” that the thing you heard was + entirely a misstatement, and so forth:—apologized, I suppose. He + mumbled something.' + </p> + <p> + 'A thorough cur!' + </p> + <p> + 'He professed his readiness to fight, if either of us was not contented.' + </p> + <p> + 'He spoke to the wrong man. I've half a mind to ride back and have him out + for that rascal “osculation” and the lady unwilling!—and she a young + one, a girl, under the protection of the house! By Jove! Redworth, when + you come to consider the scoundrels men can be, it stirs a fellow's bile. + There's a deal of that sort of villany going—and succeeding + sometimes! He deserves the whip or a bullet.' + </p> + <p> + 'A sermon from Lukin Dunstane might punish him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh! I'm a sinner, I know. But, go and tell one woman of another woman, + and that a lie! That's beyond me.' + </p> + <p> + 'The gradations of the deeps are perhaps measurable to those who are in + them.' + </p> + <p> + 'The sermon's at me—pop!' said Sir Lukin. 'By the way, I'm coming + round to think Diana Warwick was right when she used to jibe at me for + throwing up my commission. Idleness is the devil—or mother of him. I + manage my estates; but the truth is, it doesn't occupy my mind.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your time.' + </p> + <p> + 'My mind, I say.' + </p> + <p> + 'Whichever you please.' + </p> + <p> + 'You're crusty to-day, Redworth. Let me tell you, I think—and hard + too, when the fit's on me. However, you did right in stopping—I'll + own—a piece of folly, and shutting the mouths of those two; though + it caused me to come in for a regular drencher. But a pretty woman in a + right-down termagant passion is good theatre; because it can't last, at + that pace; and you're sure of your agreeable tableau. Not that I trust her + ten minutes out of sight—or any woman, except one or two; my wife + and Diana Warwick. Trust those you've tried, old boy. Diana Warwick ought + to be taught to thank you; though I don't know how it's to be done.' + </p> + <p> + 'The fact of it is,' Redworth frowned and rose, 'I've done mischief. I had + no right to mix myself in it. I'm seldom caught off my feet by an impulse; + but I was. I took the fever from you.' + </p> + <p> + He squared his figure at the window, and looked up on a driving sky. + </p> + <p> + 'Come, let's play open cards, Tom Redworth,' said Sir Lukin, leaving the + table and joining his friend by the window. 'You moral men are doomed to + be marrying men, always; and quite right. Not that one doesn't hear a + roundabout thing or two about you: no harm. Very much the contrary:—as + the world goes. But you're the man to marry a wife; and if I guess the + lady, she's a sensible girl and won't be jealous. I 'd swear she only + waits for asking.' + </p> + <p> + 'Then you don't guess the lady,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Mary Paynham?' + </p> + <p> + The desperate half-laugh greeting the name convinced more than a dozen + denials. + </p> + <p> + Sir Lukin kept edging round for a full view of the friend who shunned + inspection. 'But is it?... can it be? it must be, after all!... why, of + course it is! But the thing staring us in the face is just what we never + see. Just the husband for her!—and she's the wife! Why, Diana + Warwick 's the very woman, of course! I remember I used to think so before + she was free to wed.' + </p> + <p> + 'She is not of that opinion.' Redworth blew a heavy breath; and it should + be chronicled as a sigh; but it was hugely masculine. + </p> + <p> + 'Because you didn't attack, the moment she was free; that 's what upset my + calculations,' the sagacious gentleman continued, for a vindication of his + acuteness: then seizing the reply: 'Refuses? you don't mean to say you're + the man to take a refusal? and from a green widow in the blush? Did you + see her cheeks when she was peeping at the letter in her hand? She colours + at half a word—takes the lift of a finger for Hymen coming. And lots + of fellows are after her; I know it from Emmy. But you're not the man to + be refused. You're her friend—her champion. That woman Fryar-Gunnett + would have it you were the favoured lover, and sneered at my talk of old + friendship. Women are always down dead on the facts; can't put them off a + scent!' + </p> + <p> + 'There's the mischief!' Redworth blew again. 'I had no right to be + championing Mrs. Warwick's name. Or the world won't give it, at all + events. I'm a blundering donkey. Yes, she wishes to keep her liberty. And, + upon my soul, I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit.' + </p> + <p> + 'Habit be hanged!' cried Sir Lukin. 'You're in love with the woman. I know + a little more of you now, Mr. Tom. You're a fellow in earnest about what + you do. You're feeling it now, on the rack, by heaven! though you keep a + bold face. Did she speak positively?—sort of feminine of “you're the + monster, not the man”? or measured little doctor's dose of pity?—worse + sign.' You 're not going?' + </p> + <p> + 'If you'll drive me down in half an hour,' said Redworth. + </p> + <p> + 'Give me an hour,' Sir Lukin replied, and went straight to his wife's + blue-room. + </p> + <p> + Diana was roused from a meditation on a letter she held, by the entrance + of Emma in her bed-chamber, to whom she said: 'I have here the very + craziest bit of writing!—but what is disturbing you, dear?' + </p> + <p> + Emma sat beside her, panting and composing her lips to speak. 'Do you, + love me? I throw policy to the winds, if only, I can batter at you for + your heart and find it! Tony, do you love me? But don't answer: give me + your hand. You have rejected him!' + </p> + <p> + 'He has told you?' + </p> + <p> + 'No. He is not the man to cry out for a wound. He heard in London—Lukin + has had the courage to tell me, after his fashion:—Tom Redworth + heard an old story, coming from one of the baser kind of women: grossly + false, he knew. I mention only Lord Wroxeter and Lockton. He went to man + and woman both, and had it refuted, and stopped their tongues, on peril; + as he of all men is able to do when he wills it.' + </p> + <p> + Observing the quick change in Tony's eyes, Emma exclaimed: 'How you looked + disdain when you asked whether he had told me! But why are you the + handsome tigress to him, of all men living! The dear fellow, dear to me at + least! since the day he first saw you, has worshipped you and striven to + serve you:—and harder than any Scriptural service to have the + beloved woman to wife. I know nothing to compare with it, for he is a man + of warmth. He is one of those rare men of honour who can command their + passion; who venerate when they love: and those are the men that women + select for punishment! Yes, you! It is to the woman he loves that he + cannot show himself as he is, because he is at her feet. You have managed + to stamp your spirit on him; and as a consequence, he defends you now, for + flinging him off. And now his chief regret is, that he has caused his name + to be coupled with yours. I suppose he had some poor hope, seeing you + free. Or else the impulse to protect the woman of his heart and soul was + too strong. I have seen what he suffered, years back, at the news of your + engagement.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, for God's sake, don't,' cried Tony, tears running over, and her dream + of freedom, her visions of romance, drowning. + </p> + <p> + 'It was like the snapping of the branch of an oak, when the trunk stands + firm,' Emma resumed, in her desire to scourge as well as to soften. 'But + similes applied to him will strike you as incongruous.' Tony swayed her + body, for a negative, very girlishly and consciously. 'He probably did not + woo you in a poetic style, or the courtly by prescription.' Again Tony + swayed; she had to hug herself under the stripes, and felt as if alone at + sea, with her dear heavens pelting. 'You have sneered at him for his + calculating—to his face: and it was when he was comparatively poor + that he calculated—to his cost! that he dared not ask you to marry a + man who could not offer you a tithe of what he considered fit for the + peerless woman. Peerless, I admit. There he was not wrong. But if he had + valued you half a grain less, he might have won you. You talk much of + chivalry; you conceive a superhuman ideal, to which you fit a very + indifferent wooden model, while the man of all the world the most + chivalrous!... He is a man quite other from what you think him: anything + but a “Cuthbert Dering” or a “Man of Two Minds.” He was in the + drawing-room below, on the day I received your last maiden letter from The + Crossways—now his property, in the hope of making it yours.' + </p> + <p> + 'I behaved abominably there!' interposed Tony, with a gasp. + </p> + <p> + 'Let it pass. At any rate, that was the prick of a needle, not the blow of + a sword.' + </p> + <p> + 'But marriage, dear Emmy! marriage! Is marriage to be the end of me?' + </p> + <p> + 'What amazing apotheosis have you in prospect? And are you steering so + particularly well by yourself?' + </p> + <p> + 'Miserably! But I can dream. And the thought of a husband cuts me from any + dreaming. It's all dead flat earth at once!' + </p> + <p> + 'Would, you lave rejected him when you were a girl?' + </p> + <p> + 'I think so.' + </p> + <p> + 'The superior merits of another...?' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, no, no, no, no! I might have accepted him: and I might not have made + him happy. I wanted a hero, and the jewelled garb and the feather did not + suit him.' + </p> + <p> + 'No; he is not that description of lay-figure. You have dressed it, and + gemmed it, and—made your discovery. Here is a true man; and if you + can find me any of your heroes to match him, I will thank you. He came on + the day I speak of, to consult me as to whether, with the income he then + had ... Well, I had to tell him you were engaged. The man has never + wavered in his love of you since that day. He has had to bear something.' + </p> + <p> + This was an electrical bolt into Tony's bosom, shaking her from self-pity + and shame to remorseful pity of the suffering lover; and the tears ran in + streams, as she said: + </p> + <p> + 'He bore it, Emmy, he bore it.' She sobbed out: 'And he went on building a + fortune and batting! Whatever he undertakes he does perfectly-approve of + the pattern or not. Oh! I have no doubt he had his nest of wish piping to + him all the while: only it seems quaint, dear, quaint, and against + everything we've been reading of lovers! Love was his bread and butter!' + Her dark eyes showered. 'And to tell you what you do not know of him, his + way of making love is really,' she sobbed, 'pretty. It... it took me by + surprise; I was expecting a bellow and an assault of horns; and if, dear:—you + will say, what boarding-school girl have you got with you! and I feel + myself getting childish:—if Sol in his glory had not been so m ... + majestically m... magnificent, nor seemed to show me the king ... kingdom + of my dreams, I might have stammered the opposite word to the one he + heard. Last night, when he took my hand kindly before going to bed I had a + fit for dropping on my knees to him. I saw him bleed, and he held himself + right royally. I told you he did;—Sol in his moral grandeur! How + infinitely above the physical monarch—is he not, Emmy? What one + dislikes, is the devotion of all that grandeur to win a widow. It should + be a maiden princess. You feel it so, I am sure. And here am I, as if a + maiden princess were I, demanding romantic accessories of rubious vapour + in the man condescending to implore the widow to wed him. But, tell me, + does he know everything of his widow—everything? I shall not have to + go through the frightful chapter?' + </p> + <p> + 'He is a man with his eyes awake; he knows as much as any husband could + require to know,' said Emma; adding: 'My darling! he trusts you. It is the + soul of the man that loves you, as it is mine. You will not tease him? + Promise me. Give yourself frankly. You see it clearly before you.' + </p> + <p> + 'I see compulsion, my dear. What I see, is a regiment of Proverbs, bearing + placards instead of guns, and each one a taunt at women, especially at + widows. They march; they form square; they enclose me in the middle, and I + have their inscriptions to digest. Read that crazy letter from Mary + Paynham while I am putting on my bonnet. I perceive I have been crying + like a raw creature in her teens. I don't know myself. An advantage of the + darker complexions is our speedier concealment of the traces.' + </p> + <p> + Emma read Miss Paynham's letter, and returned it with the comment: + 'Utterly crazy.' Tony said: 'Is it not? I am to “Pause before I trifle + with a noble heart too long.” She is to “have her happiness in the + constant prayer for ours”; and she is “warned by one of those intimations + never failing her, that he runs a serious danger.” It reads like a + Wizard's Almanack. And here “Homogeneity of sentiment the most perfect, is + unable to contend with the fatal charm, which exercised by an indifferent + person, must be ascribed to original predestination.” She should be under + the wing of Lady Wathin. There is the mother for such chicks! But I'll own + to you, Emmy, that after the perusal, I did ask myself a question as to my + likeness of late to the writer. I have drivelled... I was shuddering over + it when you came in. I have sentimentalized up to thin smoke. And she + tells a truth when she says I am not to “count social cleverness”—she + means volubility—“as a warrant for domineering a capacious + intelligence”: because of the gentleman's modesty. Agreed: I have done it; + I am contrite. I am going into slavery to make amends for presumption. + Banality, thy name is marriage!' + </p> + <p> + 'Your business is to accept life as we have it,' said Emma; and Tony + shrugged. She was precipitate in going forth to her commonplace fate, and + scarcely looked at the man requested by Emma to escort her to her cottage. + After their departure, Emma fell into laughter at the last words with the + kiss of her cheeks: 'Here goes old Ireland!' But, from her look and from + what she had said upstairs, Emma could believe that the singular sprite of + girlishness invading and governing her latterly, had yielded place to the + woman she loved. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2HCH0043" id="link2HCH0043"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + CHAPTER XLIII. NUPTIAL CHAPTER; AND OF HOW A BARELY WILLING WOMAN WAS LED + TO BLOOM WITH THE NUPTIAL SENTIMENT + </h2> + <p> + Emma watched them on their way through the park, till they rounded the + beechwood, talking, it could be surmised, of ordinary matters; the face of + the gentleman turning at times to his companion's, which steadily fronted + the gale. She left the ensuing to a prayer for their good direction, with + a chuckle at Tony's evident feeling of a ludicrous posture, and the + desperate rush of her agile limbs to have it over. But her prayer throbbed + almost to a supplication that the wrong done to her beloved by Dacier—the + wound to her own sisterly pride rankling as an injury to her sex, might be + cancelled through the union of the woman noble in the sight of God with a + more manlike man. + </p> + <p> + Meanwhile the feet of the couple were going faster than their heads to the + end of the journey. Diana knew she would have to hoist the signal-and how? + The prospect was dumb-foundering. She had to think of appeasing her Emma. + Redworth, for his part; actually supposed she had accepted his escorting + in proof of the plain friendship offered him overnight. + </p> + <p> + 'What do your “birds” do in weather like this?' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Cling to their perches and wait patiently. It's the bad time with them + when you don't hear them chirp.' + </p> + <p> + 'Of course you foretold the gale.' + </p> + <p> + 'Oh, well, it did not require a shepherd or a skipper for that.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your grand gift will be useful to a yachtsman.' + </p> + <p> + 'You like yachting. When I have tried my new schooner in the Channel, she + is at your command for as long as you and Lady Dunstane please.' + </p> + <p> + 'So you acknowledge that birds—things of nature—have their bad + time?' + </p> + <p> + 'They profit ultimately by the deluge and the wreck. Nothing on earth is + “tucked-up” in perpetuity.' + </p> + <p> + 'Except the dead. But why should the schooner be at our command?' + </p> + <p> + 'I shall be in Ireland.' + </p> + <p> + He could not have said sweeter to her ears or more touching. + </p> + <p> + 'We shall hardly feel safe without the weatherwise on board.' + </p> + <p> + 'You may count on my man Barnes; I have proved him. He is up to his work + even when he's bilious: only, in that case, occurring about once a + fortnight, you must leave him to fight it out with the elements.' + </p> + <p> + 'I rather like men of action to have a temper.' + </p> + <p> + 'I can't say much for a bilious temper.' + </p> + <p> + The weather to-day really seemed of that kind, she remarked. He assented, + in the shrug manner—not to dissent: she might say what she would. He + helped nowhere to a lead; and so quick are the changes of mood at such + moments that she was now far from him under the failure of an effort to + come near. But thoughts of Emma pressed. + </p> + <p> + 'The name of the new schooner? Her name is her picture to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'I wanted you to christen her.' + </p> + <p> + 'Launched without a name?' + </p> + <p> + 'I took a liberty.' + </p> + <p> + Needless to ask, but she did. 'With whom?' + </p> + <p> + 'I named her Diana.' + </p> + <p> + 'May the Goddess of the silver bow and crescent protect her! To me the + name is ominous of mischance.' + </p> + <p> + 'I would commit my fortunes and life...!' He checked his tongue, + ejaculating: 'Omens!' + </p> + <p> + She had veered straight away from her romantic aspirations to the blunt + extreme of thinking that a widow should be wooed in unornamented + matter-of-fact, as she is wedded, with a 'wilt thou,' and 'I will,' and no + decorative illusions. Downright, for the unpoetic creature, if you please! + So she rejected the accompaniment of the silver Goddess and high seas for + an introduction of the crisis. + </p> + <p> + 'This would be a thunderer on our coasts. I had a trial of my sailing + powers in the Mediterranean.' + </p> + <p> + As she said it, her musings on him then, with the contract of her position + toward him now, fierily brushed her cheeks; and she wished him the man to + make one snatch at her poor lost small butterfly bit of freedom, so that + she might suddenly feel in haven, at peace with her expectant Emma. He + could have seen the inviting consciousness, but he was absurdly watchful + lest the flying sprays of border trees should strike her. He mentioned his + fear, and it became an excuse for her seeking protection of her veil. 'It + is our natural guardian,' she said. + </p> + <p> + 'Not much against timber,' said he. + </p> + <p> + The worthy creature's anxiety was of the pattern of cavaliers escorting + dames—an exaggeration of honest zeal; a present example of clownish + goodness, it might seem; until entering the larch and firwood along the + beaten heights, there was a rocking and straining of the shallow-rooted + trees in a tremendous gust that quite pardoned him for curving his arm in + a hoop about her and holding a shoulder in front. The veil did her + positive service. + </p> + <p> + He was honourably scrupulous not to presume. A right good unimpulsive + gentleman: the same that she had always taken him for and liked. + </p> + <p> + 'These firs are not taproots,' he observed, by way of apology. + </p> + <p> + Her dress volumed and her ribands rattled and chirruped on the verge of + the slope. 'I will take your arm here,' she said. + </p> + <p> + Redworth received the little hand, saying: 'Lean to me.' + </p> + <p> + They descended upon great surges of wind piping and driving every light + surface-atom as foam; and they blinked and shook; even the man was shaken. + But their arms were interlinked and they grappled; the battering enemy + made them one. It might mean nothing, or everything: to him it meant the + sheer blissful instant. + </p> + <p> + At the foot of the hill, he said: 'It's harder to keep to, the terms of + yesterday.' + </p> + <p> + 'What were they?' said she, and took his breath more than the fury of the + storm had done. + </p> + <p> + 'Raise the veil, I beg.' + </p> + <p> + 'Widows do not wear it.' + </p> + <p> + The look revealed to him was a fugitive of the wilds, no longer the + glittering shooter of arrows. + </p> + <p> + 'Have you...?' changed to me, was the signification understood. 'Can you?—for + life'. Do you think you can?' + </p> + <p> + His poverty in the pleading language melted her. + </p> + <p> + 'What I cannot do, my best of friends, is to submit to be seated on a + throne, with you petitioning. Yes, as far as concerns this hand of mine, + if you hold it worthy of you. We will speak of that. Now tell me the name + of the weed trailing along the hedge there! + </p> + <p> + He knew it well; a common hedgerow weed; but the placid diversion baffled + him. It was clematis, he said. + </p> + <p> + 'It drags in the dust when it has no firm arm to cling to. I passed it + beside you yesterday with a flaunting mind and not a suspicion of a + likeness. How foolish I was! I could volubly sermonize; only it should be + a young maid to listen. Forgive me the yesterday.' + </p> + <p> + 'You have never to ask. You withdraw your hand—was I rough?' + </p> + <p> + 'No,' she smiled demurely; 'it must get used to the shackles: but my + cottage is in sight. I have a growing love for the place. We will enter it + like plain people—if you think of coming in.' + </p> + <p> + As she said it she had a slight shock of cowering under eyes tolerably + hawkish in their male glitter; but her coolness was not disturbed; and + without any apprehensions she reflected on what has been written of the + silly division and war of the sexes:—which two might surely enter on + an engagement to live together amiably, unvexed by that barbarous old fowl + and falcon interlude. Cool herself, she imagined the same of him, having + good grounds for the delusion; so they passed through the cottage-garden + and beneath the low porchway, into her little sitting-room, where she was + proceeding to speak composedly of her preference for cottages, while + untying her bonnet-strings:—'If I had begun my life in a cottage!'—when + really a big storm-wave caught her from shore and whirled her to mid-sea, + out of every sensibility but the swimming one of her loss of self in the + man. + </p> + <p> + 'You would not have been here!' was all he said. She was up at his heart, + fast-locked, undergoing a change greater than the sea works; her thoughts + one blush, her brain a fire-fount. This was not like being seated on a + throne. + </p> + <p> + 'There,' said he, loosening his hug, 'now you belong to me! I know you + from head to foot. After that, my darling, I could leave you for years, + and call you wife, and be sure of you. I could swear it for you—my + life on it! That 's what I think of you. Don't wonder that I took my + chance—the first:—I have waited!' + </p> + <p> + Truer word was never uttered, she owned, coming into some harmony with + man's kiss on her mouth: the man violently metamorphozed to a stranger, + acting on rights she had given him. And who was she to dream of denying + them? Not an idea in her head! Bound verily to be thankful for such love, + on hearing that it dated from the night in Ireland.... 'So in love with + you that, on my soul, your happiness was my marrow—whatever you + wished; anything you chose. It's reckoned a fool's part. No, it's love: + the love of a woman—the one woman! I was like the hand of a clock to + the springs. I taught this old watch-dog of a heart to keep guard and bury + the bones you tossed him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Ignorantly, admit,' said she, and could have bitten her tongue for the + empty words that provoked: 'Would you have flung him nothing?' and caused + a lowering of her eyelids and shamed glimpses of recollections. 'I hear + you have again been defending me. I told you, I think, I wished I had + begun my girl's life in a cottage. All that I have had to endure!.. or so + it seems to me: it may be my way of excusing myself:—I know my + cunning in that peculiar art. I would take my chance of mixing among the + highest and the brightest.' + </p> + <p> + 'Naturally.' + </p> + <p> + 'Culpably.' + </p> + <p> + 'It brings you to me.' + </p> + <p> + 'Through a muddy channel.' + </p> + <p> + 'Your husband has full faith in you, my own.' + </p> + <p> + 'The faith has to be summoned and is buffeted, as we were just now on the + hill. I wish he had taken me from a cottage.' + </p> + <p> + 'You pushed for the best society, like a fish to its native sea.' + </p> + <p> + 'Pray say, a salmon to the riverheads.' + </p> + <p> + 'Better,' Redworth laughed joyfully, between admiration of the tongue that + always outflew him, and of the face he reddened. + </p> + <p> + By degrees her apter and neater terms of speech helped her to a notion of + regaining some steps of her sunken ascendancy, under the weight of the + novel masculine pressure on her throbbing blood; and when he bent to her + to take her lord's farewell of her, after agreeing to go and delight Emma + with a message, her submission and her personal pride were not so much at + variance: perhaps because her buzzing head had no ideas. 'Tell Emma you + have undertaken to wash the blackamoor as white as she can be,' she said + perversely, in her spite at herself for not coming, as it were, out of the + dawn to the man she could consent to wed: and he replied: 'I shall tell + her my dark girl pleads for a fortnight's grace before she and I set sail + for the West coast of Ireland': conjuring a picture that checked any + protest against the shortness of time:—and Emma would surely be his + ally. + </p> + <p> + They talked of the Dublin Ball: painfully to some of her thoughts. But + Redworth kissed that distant brilliant night as freshly as if no + belabouring years rolled in the chasm: which led her to conceive partly, + and wonderingly, the nature of a strong man's passion; and it subjugated + the woman knowing of a contrast. The smart of the blow dealt her by him + who had fired the passion in her became a burning regret for the loss of + that fair fame she had sacrificed to him, and could not bring to her truer + lover: though it was but the outer view of herself—the world's view; + only she was generous and of honest conscience, and but for the sake of + her truer lover, she would mentally have allowed the world to lash and + abuse her, without a plea of material purity. Could it be named? The + naming of it in her clear mind lessened it to accidental:—By good + fortune, she was no worse!—She said to Redworth, when finally + dismissing him; 'I bring no real disgrace to you, my friend.'—To + have had this sharp spiritual battle at such a time, was proof of honest + conscience, rarer among women, as the world has fashioned them yet, than + the purity demanded of them.—His answer: 'You are my wife!' rang in + her hearing. + </p> + <p> + When she sat alone at last, she was incapable, despite her nature's + imaginative leap to brightness, of choosing any single period, auspicious + or luminous or flattering, since the hour of her first meeting this man, + rather than the grey light he cast on her, promising helpfulness, and + inspiring a belief in her capacity to help. Not the Salvatore high + raptures nor the nights of social applause could appear preferable: she + strained her shattered wits to try them. As for her superlunary sphere, it + was in fragments; and she mused on the singularity, considering that she + was not deeply enamoured. Was she so at all? The question drove her to + embrace the dignity of being reasonable—under Emmy's guidance. For + she did not stand firmly alone; her story confessed it. Marriage might be + the archway to the road of good service, even as our passage through the + flesh may lead to the better state. She had thoughts of the kind, and had + them while encouraging herself to deplore the adieu to her little + musk-scented sitting-room, where a modest freedom breathed, and her + individuality had seemed pointing to a straighter growth. + </p> + <p> + She nodded subsequently to the truth of her happy Emma's remark: 'You were + created for the world, Tony.' A woman of blood and imagination in the + warring world, without a mate whom she can revere, subscribes to a + likeness with those independent minor realms between greedy mighty + neighbours, which conspire and undermine when they do not openly threaten + to devour. So, then, this union, the return to the wedding yoke, received + sanction of grey-toned reason. She was not enamoured she could say it to + herself. She had, however, been surprised, both by the man and her + unprotesting submission; surprised and warmed, unaccountably warmed. + Clearness of mind in the woman chaste by nature, however little ignorant + it allowed her to be in the general review of herself, could not compass + the immediately personal, with its acknowledgement of her subserviency to + touch and pressure—and more, stranger, her readiness to kindle. She + left it unexplained. Unconsciously the image of Dacier was effaced. + Looking backward, her heart was moved to her long-constant lover with most + pitying tender wonderment—stormy man, as her threatened senses told + her that he was. Looking at him, she had to mask her being abashed and + mastered. And looking forward, her soul fell in prayer for this true man's + never repenting of his choice. Sure of her now, Mr. Thomas Redworth had + returned to the station of the courtier, and her feminine sovereignty was + not ruffled to make her feel too feminine. Another revelation was his + playful talk when they were more closely intimate. He had his humour as + well as his hearty relish of hers. + </p> + <p> + 'If all Englishmen were like him!' she chimed with Emma Dunstane's + eulogies, under the influence. + </p> + <p> + 'My dear,' the latter replied, 'we should simply march over the Four + Quarters and be blessed by the nations! Only, avoid your trick of dashing + headlong to the other extreme. He has his faults.' + </p> + <p> + 'Tell me of them,' Diana cooed for an answer. 'Do. I want the flavour. A + girl would be satisfied with superhuman excellence. A widow asks for + feature.' + </p> + <p> + 'To my thinking, the case is, that if it is a widow who sees the + superhuman excellence in a man, she may be very well contented to cross + the bridge with him,' rejoined Emma.... + </p> + <p> + 'Suppose the bridge to break, and for her to fall into the water, he + rescuing her—then perhaps!' + </p> + <p> + 'But it has been happening!' + </p> + <p> + 'But piecemeal, in extension, so slowly. I go to him a derelict, bearing a + story of the sea; empty of ideas. I remember sailing out of harbour + passably well freighted for commerce.' + </p> + <p> + 'When Tom Redworth has had command of the “derelict” a week, I should like + to see her!' + </p> + <p> + The mention of that positive captaincy drowned Diana in morning colours. + She was dominated, physically and morally, submissively too. What she + craved, in the absence of the public whiteness which could have caused her + to rejoice in herself as a noble gift, was the spring of enthusiasm. Emma + touched a quivering chord of pride with her hint at the good augury, and + foreshadowing of the larger Union, in the Irishwoman's bestowal of her + hand on the open-minded Englishman she had learned to trust. The aureole + glimmered transiently: she could neither think highly of the woman about + to be wedded, nor poetically of the man; nor, therefore, rosily of the + ceremony, nor other than vacuously of life. And yet, as she avowed to + Emma, she had gathered the three rarest good things of life: a faithful + friend, a faithful lover, a faithful servant: the two latter exposing an + unimagined quality of emotion. Danvers, on the night of the great day for + Redworth, had undressed her with trembling fingers, and her mistress was + led to the knowledge that the maid had always been all eye; and on + reflection to admit that it came of a sympathy she did not share. + </p> + <p> + But when Celtic brains are reflective on their emotional vessel they shoot + direct as the arrow of logic. Diana's glance at the years behind lighted + every moving figure to a shrewd transparency, herself among them. She was + driven to the conclusion that the granting of any of her heart's wild + wishes in those days would have lowered her—or frozen. Dacier was a + coldly luminous image; still a tolling name; no longer conceivably her + mate. Recollection rocked, not she. The politician and citizen was + admired: she read the man;—more to her own discredit than to his, + but she read him, and if that is done by the one of two lovers who was + true to love, it is the God of the passion pronouncing a final release + from the shadow of his chains. + </p> + <p> + Three days antecedent to her marriage, she went down the hill over her + cottage chimneys with Redworth, after hearing him praise and cite to Emma + Dunstane sentences of a morning's report of a speech delivered by Dacier + to his constituents. She alluded to it, that she might air her power of + speaking of the man coolly to him, or else for the sake of stirring afresh + some sentiment he had roused; and he repeated his high opinion of the + orator's political wisdom: whereby was revived in her memory a certain + reprehensible view, belonging to her period of mock-girlish naughtiness—too + vile!—as to his paternal benevolence, now to clear vision the + loftiest manliness. What did she do? She was Irish; therefore intuitively + decorous in amatory challenges and interchanges. But she was an impulsive + woman, and foliage was thick around, only a few small birds and heaven + seeing; and penitence and admiration sprang the impulse. It had to be this + or a burst of weeping:—she put a kiss upon his arm. + </p> + <p> + She had omitted to think that she was dealing with a lover a man of + smothered fire, who would be electrically alive to the act through a + coat-sleeve. Redworth had his impulse. He kept it under,—she felt + the big breath he drew in. Imagination began busily building a nest for + him, and enthusiasm was not sluggish to make a home of it. The impulse of + each had wedded; in expression and repression; her sensibility told her of + the stronger. + </p> + <p> + She rose on the morning of her marriage day with his favourite Planxty + Kelly at her lips, a natural bubble of the notes. Emma drove down to the + cottage to breakfast and superintend her bride's adornment, as to which, + Diana had spoken slightingly; as well as of the ceremony, and the + institution, and this life itself:—she would be married out of her + cottage, a widow, a cottager, a woman under a cloud; yes, a sober person + taking at last a right practical step, to please her two best friends. The + change was marked. She wished to hide it, wished to confide it. Emma was + asked: 'How is he this morning?' and at the answer, describing his fresh + and spirited looks, and his kind ways with Arthur Rhodes, and his fun with + Sullivan Smith, and the satisfaction with the bridegroom declared by Lord + Larrian (invalided from his Rock and unexpectingly informed of the + wedding), Diana forgot that she had kissed her, and this time pressed her + lips, in a manner to convey the secret bridally. + </p> + <p> + 'He has a lovely day.' + </p> + <p> + 'And bride,' said Emma. + </p> + <p> + 'If you two think so! I should like to agree with my dear old lord and + bless him for the prize he takes, though it feels itself at present rather + like a Christmas bon-bon—a piece of sugar in the wrap of a rhymed + motto. He is kind to Arthur, you say?' + </p> + <p> + 'Like a cordial elder brother.' + </p> + <p> + 'Dear love, I have it at heart that I was harsh upon Mary Paynham for her + letter. She meant well—and I fear she suffers. And it may have been + a bit my fault. Blind that I was! When you say “cordial elder brother,” + you make him appear beautiful to me. The worst of that is, one becomes + aware of the inability to match him.' + </p> + <p> + 'Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning, my Tony.' + </p> + <p> + The secret was being clearly perceived by Emma, whose pride in assisting + to dress the beautiful creature for her marriage—with the man of men + had a tinge from the hymenaeal brand, exulting over Dacier, and in the + compensation coming to her beloved for her first luckless footing on this + road. + </p> + <p> + 'How does he go down to the church?' said Diana. + </p> + <p> + 'He walks down. Lukin and his Chief drive. He walks, with your Arthur and + Mr. Sullivan Smith. He is on his way now.' + </p> + <p> + Diana looked through the window in the direction of the hill. 'That is so + like him, to walk to his wedding!' + </p> + <p> + Emma took the place of Danvers in the office of the robing, for the maid, + as her mistress managed to hint, was too steeped 'in the colour of the + occasion' to be exactly tasteful, and had the art, no doubt through + sympathy, of charging permissible common words with explosive meanings:—she + was in an amorous palpitation, of the reflected state. After several + knockings and enterings of the bedchamber-door, she came hurriedly to say: + 'And your pillow, ma'am? I had almost forgotten it!' A question that + caused her mistress to drop the gaze of a moan on Emma, with patience + trembling. Diana preferred a hard pillow, and usually carried her own + about. 'Take it,' she had to reply. + </p> + <p> + The friends embraced before descending to step into the fateful carriage. + 'And tell me,' Emma said, 'are not your views of life brighter to-day?' + </p> + <p> + 'Too dazzled to know! It may be a lamp close to the eyes or a radiance of + sun. I hope they are.' + </p> + <p> + 'You are beginning to think hopefully again?' + </p> + <p> + 'Who can really think, and not think hopefully? You were in my mind last + night, and you brought a little boat to sail me past despondency of life + and the fear of extinction. When we despair or discolour things, it is our + senses in revolt, and they have made the sovereign brain their drudge. I + heard you whisper; with your very breath in my ear: “There is nothing the + body suffers that the soul may not profit by.” That is Emma's history. + With that I sail into the dark; it is my promise of the immortal: teaches + me to see immortality for us. It comes from you, my Emmy.' + </p> + <p> + If not a great saying, it was in the heart of deep thoughts: proof to Emma + that her Tony's mind had resumed its old clear high-aiming activity; + therefore that her nature was working sanely, and that she accepted her + happiness, and bore love for a dower to her husband. No blushing + confession of the woman's love of the man would have told her so much as + the return to mental harmony with the laws of life shown in her darling's + pellucid little sentence. + </p> + <p> + She revolved it long after the day of the wedding. To Emma, constantly on + the dark decline of the unillumined verge, between the two worlds, those + words were a radiance and a nourishment. Had they waned she would have + trimmed them to feed her during her soul-sister's absence. They shone to + her of their vitality. She was lying along her sofa, facing her + South-western window, one afternoon of late November, expecting Tony from + her lengthened honeymoon trip, while a sunset in the van of frost, not + without celestial musical reminders of Tony's husband, began to deepen; + and as her friend was coming, she mused on the scenes of her friend's + departure, and how Tony, issuing from her cottage porch had betrayed her + feelings in the language of her sex by stooping to lift above her head and + kiss the smallest of her landlady's children ranged up the garden-path to + bid her farewell over their strewing of flowers;—and of her murmur + to Tony, entering the churchyard, among the grave-mounds: 'Old Ireland + won't repent it!' and Tony's rejoinder, at the sight of the bridegroom + advancing, beaming: 'A singular transformation of Old England!'—and + how, having numberless ready sources of laughter and tears down the run of + their heart-in-heart intimacy, all spouting up for a word in the happy + tremour of the moment, they had both bitten their lips and blinked on a + moisture of the eyelids. Now the dear woman was really wedded, wedded and + mated. Her letters breathed, in their own lively or thoughtful flow, of + the perfect mating. Emma gazed into the depths of the waves of crimson, + where brilliancy of colour came out of central heaven preternaturally near + on earth, till one shade less brilliant seemed an ebbing away to boundless + remoteness. Angelical and mortal mixed, making the glory overhead a sign + of the close union of our human conditions with the ethereal and + psychically divined. Thence it grew that one thought in her breast became + a desire for such extension of days as would give her the blessedness to + clasp in her lap—if those kind heavens would grant it!—a child + of the marriage of the two noblest of human souls, one the dearest; and so + have proof at heart that her country and our earth are fruitful in the + good, for a glowing future. She was deeply a woman, dumbly a poet. True + poets and true women have the native sense of the divineness of what the + world deems gross material substance. Emma's exaltation in fervour had not + subsided when she held her beloved in her arms under the dusk of the + withdrawing redness. They sat embraced, with hands locked, in the + unlighted room, and Tony spoke of the splendid sky. 'You watched it + knowing I was on my way to you?' + </p> + <p> + 'Praying, dear.' + </p> + <p> + 'For me?' + </p> + <p> + 'That I might live long enough to be a godmother.' + </p> + <p> + There was no reply: there was an involuntary little twitch of Tony's + fingers. + </p> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + ETEXT EDITOR'S BOOKMARKS + + A witty woman is a treasure; a witty Beauty is a power + A high wind will make a dead leaf fly like a bird + A kindly sense of superiority + Accidents are the specific for averting the maladies of age + Accounting for it, is not the same as excusing + Assist in our small sphere; not come mouthing to the footlights + At war with ourselves, means the best happiness we can have + Avoid the position that enforces publishing + Beautiful women in her position provoke an intemperateness + Beauty is rare; luckily is it rare + Between love grown old and indifference ageing to love + Beware the silent one of an assembly! + Brittle is foredoomed + But they were a hopeless couple, they were so friendly + By resisting, I made him a tyrant + Capacity for thinking should precede the act of writing + Capricious potentate whom they worship + Carry explosives and must particularly guard against sparks + Charitable mercifulness; better than sentimental ointment + Chaste are wattled in formalism and throned in sourness + Circumstances may combine to make a whisper as deadly as a blow + Common sense is the secret of every successful civil agitation + Compared the governing of the Irish to the management of a horse + Could have designed this gabbler for the mate + Could the best of men be simply—a woman's friend? + Debit was eloquent, he was unanswerable + Dedicated to the putrid of the upper circle + Depending for dialogue upon perpetual fresh supplies of scandal + Dose he had taken was not of the sweetest + Dreaded as a scourge, hailed as a refreshment (Scandalsheet) + Elderly martyr for the advancement of his juniors + Enthusiasm has the privilege of not knowing monotony + Envy of the man of positive knowledge + Expectations dupe us, not trust + Explaining of things to a dull head + Externally soft and polished, internally hard and relentless + Favour can't help coming by rotation + Fiddle harmonics on the sensual strings + Flashes bits of speech that catch men in their unguarded corner + For 'tis Ireland gives England her soldiers, her generals too + Friendship, I fancy, means one heart between two + Get back what we give + Goodish sort of fellow; good horseman, good shot, good character + Grossly unlike in likeness (portraits) + Happy in privation and suffering if simply we can accept beauty + He was not a weaver of phrases in distress + He had by nature a tarnishing eye that cast discolouration + He gained much by claiming little + He, by insisting, made me a rebel + He had neat phrases, opinions in packets + He was the maddest of tyrants—a weak one + He's good from end to end, and beats a Christian hollow (a hog) + Heart to keep guard and bury the bones you tossed him + Her peculiar tenacity of the sense of injury + Her feelings—trustier guides than her judgement in this crisis + Her final impression likened him to a house locked up and empty + Herself, content to be dull if he might shine + His gaze and one of his ears, if not the pair, were given + His ridiculous equanimity + Holding to the refusal, for the sake of consistency + How immensely nature seems to prefer men to women! + Human nature to feel an interest in the dog that has bitten you + I wanted a hero + I do not see it, because I will not see it + I never knew till this morning the force of No in earnest + I have and hold—you shall hunger and covet + I don't count them against women (moods) + I'm in love with everything she wishes! I've got the habit + Idea is the only vital breath + If I'm struck, I strike back + If he had valued you half a grain less, he might have won you + Inclined to act hesitation in accepting the aid she sought + Inducement to act the hypocrite before the hypocrite world + Infatuated men argue likewise, and scandal does not move them + Insistency upon there being two sides to a case—to every case + Intrusion of the spontaneous on the stereotyped would clash + Irony that seemed to spring from aversion + It is the best of signs when women take to her + It is the devil's masterstroke to get us to accuse him + Its glee at a catastrophe; its poor stock of mercy + Keep passion sober, a trotter in harness + Lengthened term of peace bred maggots in the heads of the people + Let never Necessity draw the bow of our weakness + Literature is a good stick and a bad horse + Loathing for speculation + Mare would do, and better than a dozen horses + Material good reverses its benefits the more nearly we clasp it + Matter that is not nourishing to brains + Mistake of the world is to think happiness possible to the sense + Mistaking of her desires for her reasons + Money is of course a rough test of virtue + Moral indignation is ever consolatory + Music was resumed to confuse the hearing of the eavesdroppers + Mutual deference + Needed support of facts, and feared them + Never fell far short of outstripping the sturdy pedestrian Time + Nothing the body suffers that the soul may not profit by + Nothing is a secret that has been spoken + Now far from him under the failure of an effort to come near + O self! self! self! + Observation is the most, enduring of the pleasures of life + Omnipotence, which is in the image of themselves + One might build up a respectable figure in negatives + Openly treated; all had an air of being on the surface + Or where you will, so that's in Ireland + Our weakness is the swiftest dog to hunt us + Our bravest, our best, have an impulse to run + Owner of such a woman, and to lose her! + Paint themselves pure white, to the obliteration of minor spots + Perused it, and did not recognize herself in her language + Pride in being always myself + Procrastination and excessive scrupulousness + Question the gain of such an expenditure of energy + Quixottry is agreeable reading, a silly performance + Rare men of honour who can command their passion + Read with his eyes when you meet him this morning + Read deep and not be baffled by inconsistencies + Real happiness is a state of dulness + Reluctant to take the life of flowers for a whim + Rewards, together with the expectations, of the virtuous + Salt of earth, to whom their salt must serve for nourishment + Sentimentality puts up infant hands for absolution + Service of watering the dry and drying the damp (Whiskey) + Sham spiritualism + She had sunk her intelligence in her sensations + She marries, and it's the end of her sparkling + She herself did not like to be seen eating in public + She had a fatal attraction for antiques + Sleepless night + Slightest taste for comic analysis that does not tumble to farce + Smart remarks have their measured distances + Smoky receptacle cherishing millions + Something of the hare in us when the hounds are full cry + Strain to see in the utter dark, and nothing can come of that + Swell and illuminate citizen prose to a princely poetic + Sympathy is for proving, not prating + Tendency to polysyllabic phraseology + Terrible decree, that all must act who would prevail + That is life—when we dare death to live! + That's the natural shamrock, after the artificial + The man had to be endured, like other doses in politics + The burlesque Irishman can't be caricatured + The greed of gain is our volcano + The debts we owe ourselves are the hardest to pay + The well of true wit is truth itself + The blindness of Fortune is her one merit + They have no sensitiveness, we have too much + They create by stoppage a volcano + This love they rattle about and rave about + Tooth that received a stone when it expected candy + Top and bottom sin is cowardice + Touch him with my hand, before he passed from our sight + Trial of her beauty of a woman in a temper + Vagrant compassionateness of sentimentalists + Vowed never more to repeat that offence to his patience + Was not one of the order whose Muse is the Public Taste + We live alone, and do not much feel it till we are visited + We never see peace but in the features of the dead + We must fawn in society + We don't know we are in halves + We're a peaceful people, but 'ware who touches us + Weather and women have some resemblance they say + Weighty little word—woman's native watchdog and guardian (No!) + What might have been + What the world says, is what the wind says + What a woman thinks of women, is the test of her nature + When we despair or discolour things, it is our senses in revolt + Where she appears, the first person falls to second rank + Who can really think, and not think hopefully? + Who venerate when they love + Wife and no wife, a prisoner in liberty + With that I sail into the dark + Without those consolatory efforts, useless between men + Women are taken to be the second thoughts of the Creator + Women with brains, moreover, are all heartless + World is ruthless, dear friends, because the world is hypocrite + World prefers decorum to honesty + Yawns coming alarmingly fast, in the place of ideas + You beat me with the fists, but my spirit is towering + You are entreated to repress alarm + You are entreated to repress alarm +</pre> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> + <hr /> + <p> + <br /> <br /> + </p> +<pre xml:space="preserve"> + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Diana of the Crossways, Complete +by George Meredith + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK DIANA OF THE CROSSWAYS, COMPLETE *** + +***** This file should be named 4470-h.htm or 4470-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/4/4/7/4470/ + +Produced by David Widger + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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