For there in the middle of the lawn was standing7 a girl opposite him, with a face full of laughter and anxiety, and with her parasol she kept at bay a small retriever puppy which had just left the water, and, still dripping, was evidently coming to his mistress to shake himself and receive her congratulations.[145]
The whole scene was in brilliant sunlight, and Arthur found himself saying:
“The dog is just going to shake!”
The words were not out of his mouth when the puppy’s head was shaken, and down to his shoulders he was black and curly, set in a shower of spray, but the shake had not yet reached his back and tail, the hair of which was still strong and close.
Next moment he stepped out on to the lawn, and Jeannie, seeing him, came a step forward to meet him.
“How do you do, Mr. Collingwood?” she said. “Arthur will be in in a moment. Toby had just fallen into the fountain in trying to catch a bird. Oh, dear, how extraordinary!”
And as the coincidence struck her she laughed.
Now laughter is certainly the best beginning of a friendship, and Jack hailed the omen6.
“It seems fated that I should see you keeping off a wet dog,” he said. “Is not the subject forced on me?”
“Indeed it is,” said Jeannie, who had not[146] meant to allude8 to it at all, and hoped that he would not. But her first exclamation had been quite voluntary, not in her power to check.
“If I had known it was you,” he went on, not even explaining that he alluded9 to the picture, “of course I should never have done it. And if any one had told me before I came here to-day that it was you, I doubt if I should have come. Anyhow, I should be apologizing now. But twice! It is beyond my control. I think I won’t even apologize.”
“It would be an impertinence to apologize for so clear a dealing10 of Providence,” said Jeannie. “I, too, was rather uneasy about this moment; I was afraid you might be awkward, and make me so. But certainly you are not. Am I?”
Jack laughed.
“I had not noticed it,” he said. “And here’s the author of it all come to dry himself against me.”
“Toby, come here at once,” said Jeannie.
“You said that before, too,” remarked Jack.
Jeannie’s eyes grew round.[147]
“I believe I did,” she said. “Then we had tea. What a pity! The chain of coincidence is broken. We are only going to have lunch. Of course you know this place well.”
“I have never been in this house before,” said Jack. “It used to belong to a queer old lady who kept forty cats, when I lived here as a boy. My only connection was that I used to catapult the cats when they came over into our garden.”
“Yes, forty is a considerable number,” said Jeannie. “Oh, here are Arthur and my aunt, Miss Fortescue. Anyhow, you haven’t met her before.”
“Excuse me, she was sitting by your hat,” said Jack.
“On it,” said Jeannie; “it was crushed flat.”
Arthur came back alone toward tea-time; Jack, he said, had gone to see his mother.
“It was kinder,” he remarked, “to let him know that a letter had been written, as he had not received it yet, and I did so. He is remarkably11 brave. He is as bold as a dragoon. He will talk it out, he says.”
“Mrs. Collingwood will rub it in,” said[148] Miss Fortescue. “I am sorry for that young man. Oh, did he behave decently when he met you, Jeannie?”
Jeannie looked up, absently.
“Oh, quite decently,” she said. “It was not at all awkward. He has tact12, I think; or, if he hasn’t, I have. Anyhow there was enough tact about for two.”
“No one person has tact for two,” said Miss Fortescue, decidedly. “He must have had some.”
Whatever he looked, Jack Collingwood did not feel nearly as brave as a dragoon, unless dragoons are timid things, when he entered the house in the close. But it was not in anticipation13 of a cool reception due to the picture which made him distrustful of what the next hour would bring. He hardly gave that a thought, for he had seen Jeannie, and it mattered but little what the rest of the world thought, as long as she had an uninjured mind on the subject. Her frank welcome of him, her utter insouciance14 on the subject—above all, though he scarcely knew it yet himself, the fact that he had met again that vision by the river, combined to make[149] him almost exultantly15 happy on that score. His errand to his mother, however, was far different, and full of difficulty.
She met him with a kind, Christian16 expression. He had received, so she supposed, her note, and the desire to see her after that was filial and laudable, for the note had been strongly expressed. Not that Mrs. Collingwood regretted that: the occasion demanded strong speaking, and her duty dictated17 to her.
“I am staying with the Aveshams,” he said, “and I remain over the Sunday. Mother, Arthur tells me you have written to me about that picture. I have not received the letter yet, as I started early this morning, but no doubt it will be forwarded to me. Shall we, then, dismiss that for the present, until I have read your note?”
“Certainly, if you wish it,” said Mrs. Collingwood, freezing a little. “But if you came here to talk about that, it is better you should know at once what I think.”
“I didn’t come to talk about that,” said Jack. “I came to ask your advice and your help about a very different matter.[150]”
“I shall be delighted to give it you,” said Mrs. Collingwood, sitting very upright
“It is a very sad story I have to tell you,” he said, “and I want experienced advice about it. You can give it me.”
Mrs. Collingwood relaxed a little. One of the chief businesses of her life was directing and advising, and she enjoyed it.
“Tell me,” she said.
“Do you remember a fellow who stayed here once with me from Oxford,” he asked, “called Frank Bennett?”
Mrs. Collingwood unbent a little more. She had approved of the young man in question.
“Yes, I remember him perfectly18,” she said. “He had a beautiful voice, and sang Nazareth after dinner. He sang with great feeling, I remember, and we talked about the aims and career of an oratorio19 singer.”
Jack could not help smiling. Frank had a unique talent, he had always considered, of adaptability20. It was exactly like him to sing Nazareth. He sang other things as well, if not better.
“Yes,” he said, “I see you remember him.[151] He was one of my closest friends. He is dead.”
“Oh, Jack,” she said, “I am so sorry! I liked him so much for himself. Does the advice you want concern him in any way?”
“Yes, very closely.”
Jack paused. His mother had been sympathetic, the thing had touched her, and it was with less apprehension21 that he went on.
“It concerns him very closely,” he said. “He had a child. No, he was not married——”
He looked steadily22 at his mother as he said this, and saw the sympathy and warmth die out of her face.
“The girl is also dead,” he continued. “The baby is about ten days old.”
“I should recommend an orphanage23,” said Mrs. Collingwood. “I can give you a letter to one.”
“He was an awfully24 good fellow,” said Jack.
Mrs. Collingwood drew her mouth very tight. There was no reply necessary. Jack rose.
“The girl died suddenly a few days ago,[152]” he said, “only a week after the birth of the baby. Frank died in May last. He appointed me executor of his will, and I see by it that he leaves all he has to his—to this girl in trust for the child. He meant to marry her, he had told me that; of course he ought to have.”
“Of course he ought to have!” said Mrs. Collingwood.
If you can imagine such a thing as a malignant25 echo, you will know how she spoke26.
“You suggest nothing else?” asked Jack, still lingering. “I have already a promise of a place in an orphanage. Of course the child does not want that. There is plenty of money.”
“There is nothing else to suggest,” said Mrs. Collingwood, in a perfectly business-like manner. “I cannot see why you wanted my advice if you already have a place for the child.”
“No; I was wrong,” said Jack.
There was a moment’s silence. All that was righteous and hard in Mrs. Collingwood surged to the surface; all that was human in[153] Jack struggled for utterance27. She was the first to speak.
“Jack, how can you come to me with such a story?” she said. “You knew already all that I could possibly say, and that without examining into the merits of the case I could not even recommend it. Do you realize what the case is? There are hundreds such, less fortunate, because for them there is no money. It is a bad case, this. The father was rich. If, then, for these hundreds there is no excuse, what excuse is there here? I do not say that the sin is less, if there has been no marriage, because there was no means of supporting possible children, but, if we can weigh anything against that, that is the more excusable. You spoke of him as a ‘very good fellow.’ Have you thought?”
Jack stood quite still during his mother’s speech. A little heightened colour appeared on his face, and his big brown eyes opened a little.
“I have thought,” he said. “Frank was honest, kindly28, generous, and he had hot blood. He would always help a friend in trouble: once he helped me. I should always[154] have gone to him if I was in a difficulty. Thus I owe him a debt. Please God, I will repay it. He committed a fault, or sin, what you will. I have made it my business, as far as I humanly can, to repair that. I do not wish that the sins of the father should be visited on the child. I beg your pardon, mother, I have put that in a way that will offend you. Let me put it like this: I want the child to have as good a chance as possible. I thought perhaps you might help me.”
“How could I help you?” said Mrs. Collingwood.
Jack paused. Then:
“I meant to bring up the child myself,” he said. “I should have told you that earlier if you had encouraged me at all. I thought even that you might suggest—no, I scarcely thought it—that the child should live here. I was wrong. I ought never to have come.”
Again there was a silence. Again all that was best and most human in the man burst out:
“Mother,” he said, “do not blame me. There was a bad business—I knew it. I only thought to repair it as far as I could. You[155] do not agree with me. Very well, let us forget it. Why should this, too, come between us?”
His eyes had the glimmer29 of tears in them, and he took an unresisting hand.
“I said ‘this too,’” he went on. “I know that there is much in me that you do not approve. You would have had me choose a different way of life. That, I am afraid, cannot be remedied. Shall we not accept it? And, such as I am, I have tried to be a good son to you and father.”
The hand that lay unresistingly in his tightened30 its grasp. He looked up, but his mother only shook her head.
“Go, Jack,” she said; “kiss me, then go.”
He kissed her, and left the room without another word. Mrs. Collingwood sat quite still for a moment. Then her wide mouth widened, and she burst into tears.
Jack had been more moved by his interview with his mother than was convenient for social purposes, and he did not go straight back to the Aveshams, but took a stroll through the town first. He had not expected that his mother would suggest any arrange[156]ment other than an orphanage for the child, but he had thought it possible. What had moved him was the sudden deepening of their talk; in a moment they had gone from the instance to the great eternal principles of things, to sin and love and death. From that the talk had veered31 as suddenly to personal relations, the relations between his mother and himself. Deep down in him he knew what an empty place there was in his heart, a place empty and garnished32, but ready and with the door open for the entering in of that exquisite33 presence, not less sacred and entrancing than any, the sympathetic, comprehending love between mother and son. All his life long he had missed that. His mother would never have committed a reckless, unconsidered act for his sake; the mere34 fact of motherhood, as in so many women, was not to her enough for that. For the glory of motherhood lies in this: that the child will instinctively35 take from her without question, and without question she gives. The joy of self-surrender must be made without question. And he, on his side, had missed the son’s part. His joys and troubles were not[157] self-despatched presents to her; she would not have known what to do with them, they would have been to her like strange, savage36 implements37 of which she did not know the use. She might indeed have tried to find a use for them, and thus missed their significance. To use them at all was their abuse. They were her son’s; that to the mother is enough.
Jack wandered down the High Street and hung on the parapet of the stone bridge that crosses the river. This strange unrest was new to him. He had never been of the nature that toils38 in the soil of other human souls, or even of his own, and delves39 thereout so much that is worthless, and sometimes an unconjectured jewel. He had not ever been in the habit of considering life as a serious business. He got through his day’s work with cheerfulness and honesty, and the day’s work brought its own raptures40. He was not carnal, but emphatically he was not spiritual. To him the tastes and the rewards of life lay in artistic41 and intellectual achievement; about them he had a store-house of kaleidoscopic42 theories and much sober practice; but as for[158] problems of life and being, all such were an algebra43 to him. Being of a clean mind, and holding—a low gospel it may be, but an excellent working hypothesis—that sensuality means the death of the intellect, he had never troubled his head to make out moral codes. The tragedy of Frank Bennett’s life and death did not make him shudder44 and wince45. He called him a fool, but with tenderness, and whether he was a knave46 or not did not concern him.
He was roused from his meditations47 by a short, staccato bark at his heels, and found the round retriever pup staggering up to him. Toby had an inability to walk straight; he rolled along like a drunken man with a jovial48 boisterousness49. He had a large wire muzzle50 on, and the tip of his pink tongue hung through it.
“Oh, are you looking at the water?” said Jeannie, sympathetically. “That’s so nice of you. I have to look at running water every day. It clears one’s brain out, I think. Toby is shortly to have his bath.”
“It is a shame making him wear a muzzle while he has still his milk-teeth,” said Jack.[159]
“It isn’t a muzzle,” said Jeannie, “it is his hat. Toby is rather proud of it. But don’t you agree with me about water?”
“Yes; I was having a wash myself. I have had rather an agitating51 talk.”
Jeannie knew that he had been to see his mother, and did not see her way to any reply. She supposed that the picture was at the bottom of it.
“It was about a friend of mine,” continued Jack, “who got into great trouble. We disagreed hopelessly, my mother and I. It is a bore. Oh, I want washing!” he cried, and turned to look at the water again.
Jeannie had a sort of fleeting52 idea that she had only seen this young man for the first time that morning, and that convention would call confidences premature53. But convention meant little to her; she did not wilfully54 neglect it, but she simply forgot its existence.
“Oh, but we must expect to disagree with people,” she said. “Think how extraordinarily55 tame the world would be if we didn’t! We should spend our whole lives in admiring the views of other people which tallied56 so exactly with our own.[160]”
“But do you like disagreeing with people who are very near you?” he asked.
Jeannie considered a moment.
“I don’t suppose I have agreed with Aunt Em about anything for five years,” she said.
Jack laughed.
“But you have not disagreed—not radically57, I mean.”
Jeannie turned half round and looked at him. But before she could reply there swept by Colonel Raymond, followed by a string of straggling children, returning from their “good, brisk walk.” He saw her, stared, stared also at her companion, and passed on.
“Oh, dear me,” thought Jeannie, “Arthur has evidently seen him. That was one of the most complete cuts I ever received.”
She paused a moment to bring her thoughts back to the point from which they had strayed.
“No, you are right; not radically,” she said. “And if your disagreement has been radical58, and it is not impertinent of me, do let me offer you my sympathy. It is rather a common word, but sincerity59 makes common things real.[161]”
She looked divinely beautiful. The soft, wistful expression of her face was altogether womanly, the brightness and vivacity60 belonged to girlhood. Spring trembled on the verge61 of summer, an entrancing moment. Admirable as his sketch62 had been, like her as it was, Jack found it but a pale parody63 of the deeper beauty which shone on him. Sympathy like an electric spark had passed from her, and the face he had thought only so admirable in its amused anxiety became a face which showed a beautiful soul. The lamp within had been lit, and the light showed through the fair carving64 of the lantern.
“Thank you for that,” he said at length, gravely. “Tattered banners of words are hung in sacred places.”
She turned and looked at the water again.
“Are our brains cleaner?” she said. “If so, let us go and give Toby his bath. Won’t you come with me, Mr. Collingwood? We can stroll along the river and go back home round through the close.”
It was at that divine hour when day and evening meet. The sun was low and level, and its light, instead of coming from one[162] spot and dazzling the eyes, was diffused65 through a golden haze66. The heat and stress of summer, one would have said, was over or not yet come, and it might have been a day from early May or from late September. The fulness of the stream argued the former, but a certain mellowness67 of colour showed the other. Jack, inclined as an artist is to be very indolent except when he is very industrious68, was under the spell of the evening, under the spell, too, of the sympathy which had floated to him across the airy bridge by which soul spans the otherwise inaccessible69 gulf70 which divides it from any other soul. He was a man, lovable; she was a lovable woman; heaven is there, and all is said.
Toby staggered round them, occasionally dashing away after interesting smells, and barking hoarsely71 and rudely at passers-by in a state of self-importance not unmixed with nervousness. He enjoyed his bath when once he was in the water, but he was a little distrustful of it; the self-importance was due to the fact that he considered this daily walk by the river to be taken entirely72 on his[163] account. He had something, in fact, of the air of Colonel Raymond about him, and Jeannie wondered what he would make of this sight of herself and Jack together lounging on the bridge.
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exclamation
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tact
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oratorio
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spoke
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