The melancholy that lies in the resignation to a ruinous mistake, the acceptance of ruin, and the nerving oneself to years of self-control and kindly4 endurance may well become a fine and bracing5 stoicism, but the shock of the irretrievably lost opportunity, the eternally irremediable mistake, gave a sensitive mind a morbid6 faculty7 of self-questioning and self-doubt that sapped the very springs of energy and confidence.
Mary’s wedding came off in July, and when Mr. and Mrs. Apswith were gone for two months’ cruising in a friend’s yacht about the North Sea, Peter set to work with vigor8. “The Sonnet” was in a year’s time to make him famous in the world of letters. In September, Mary and her husband went to their house in Surrey, and there Peter paid her a visit. Alicia found a trip to Carlsbad with friends more desirable. The friends were thoroughly9 irreproachable—a middle-aged10 peer and his young and pretty but very sensible wife.
Peter, in allowing her to enjoy herself after her own fashion, felt no weight of warning responsibility. But Alicia died suddenly at Carlsbad, and the horror of self-reproach, of bitter regret, that fell upon Odd when the news reached him at his sister’s, was as unjust as it was poignant11. At Allersley the general verdict was that Mrs. Odd’s death had broken her husband’s heart, and Allersley, though arguing from false premises12, was not far wrong. Odd was nearly heart-broken. That Alicia’s death should have lifted the weight of a fatal mistake from his life was a fact that tortured and filled him with remorse13. Doubts and conjectures14 haunted him. Alicia might have dumbly longed for a sympathy for which she was unable to plead, and he to guess her longing15. She had died away from him, without one word of mutual16 understanding, without one look of the love he once had felt and she accepted; and bitterest of all came the horrid17 realism of the thought that his absence had not made death more bitter to her. He shut himself up in the Manor18 for three weeks, seeing no one, and then, in sudden rebellion against this passive suffering, determined19 to go to India. He had a second sister married there. The voyage would distract him, and change, movement, he must have. The news spread quickly over Allersley, and Allersley approved of the wisdom of the decision.
At the Priory little Hilda Archinard was suffering in her way—the dreary20 suffering of childhood, with its sense of hopeless finality, of helpless inexperience. Chasms21 of desolation deepened within her as she heard that her friend was going away.
The sudden blossoming of her devotion to Odd had widened her capabilities22 for conscious loneliness. Her loneliness became apparent to her, and the immense place his smile, his kindness, her confident sense of his goodness had filled in her dreaming little life. Her aching pity for him was confused by a vague terror for herself. She could hardly bear the thought of his departure. Every day she walked all along the hedges and walls that divided the Priory from the Manor estate; but she never saw him. The thought of not seeing him again, which at first had seemed impossible, now fixed23 upon her as a haunting obsession24.
“Odd goes to-morrow,” the Captain announced one evening in the drawing-room. Katherine was playing, not very conscientiously25 but rather cleverly, a little air by Grieg. Hilda had a book on her lap, but she was not reading, and her father’s words seemed to stop her heart in its heavy beating.
“I met Thompson”—Mr. Thompson was Peter’s land-agent—“and everything is settled. Poor chap! Thompson says he’s badly broken up.”
“How futile26 to mourn over death,” Mrs. Archinard sighed from her sofa. “Tangled as we are in the webs of temperament27, and environment, and circumstance, should we not rather rejoice at the release from the great illusion?” Mrs. Archinard laid down a dreary French novel and vaguely28 yawned, while the Captain muttered something about talking “rot” before the children.
“Move this lamp away, Hilda,” said Mrs. Archinard. “I think I can take a nap now, if Katherine will put on the soft pedal.”
It was a warm autumn night, and the windows were open. Hilda slipped out when she had moved the lamp away.
She could not go by the country road, nor scramble29 through the hedge, but to climb over the wall would be an easy matter. Hilda ran over the lawn, across the meadows, and through the woods. In the uncanny darkness her white dress glimmered30 like the flitting wings of a moth32. As she came to the wall the moon seemed to slide from behind a cloud. Hilda’s heart stood still with a sudden terror at her loneliness there in the wood at night. The boy-like vault33 over the wall gave her an impetus34 of courage, and she began to run, feeling, as she ran, that the courage was only mechanical, that the moon, the mystery of a dimly seen infinity35 of tree trunks, the sorrow holding her heart as if in a physical pressure, were all terrible and terrifying. But Hilda, on occasions, could show an indomitable moral courage even while her body quaked, and she ran all the half-mile from the boundary wall to Allersley Manor without stopping. There was a light in the library window; even at a distance she had seen it glowing between the trees. She ran more slowly over the lawn, and paused on the gravel36 path outside the library to get her breath. Yes, he was there alone. She looked into the dignified37 quiet of the fine old room. A tall lamp threw a strong light on the pages of the book he held, and his head was in shadow. The window was ajar, and Hilda pushed it open and went in.
At the sound Odd glanced up, and his face took on a look of half incredulous stupefaction. Hilda’s white face, tossed hair, the lamentable38 condition of her muslin frock, made of her indeed a startling apparition39.
“My dear Hilda!” he exclaimed.
Hilda pressed her palms together, and stared silently at him. Mr. Odd’s face looked so much older; its gravity made her heart stand still with an altogether new sense of calamity40. She stood helplessly before him, tears brimming to her eyes.
“My dear child, what is the matter? You positively41 frightened me.”
“I came to say ‘Good-bye,’” said Hilda brokenly.
Peter’s gravity was mere31 astonishment42 and sympathetic dismay. The tear-brimmed eyes, after his weeks of solitary43 brooding, filled him with a most exquisite44 rush of pity and tenderness.
“Come here, you dear child,” he said, holding out his arms to her; “you came to say ‘Good-bye?’ I am very grateful to you.”
Hilda leaned her head against his shoulder and wept. After the frozen nightmare moment, the old kindness was a delicious contrast; she almost forgot the purport45 of her journey, though she knew that she was crying. Odd stroked her long hair; her tears slightly amused and slightly alarmed him, even while the pathos46 of the affection they revealed touched him deeply.
“Did you come alone?” he asked.
Hilda nodded.
“That was a very plucky47 thing to do. I thank you for it. There, can’t you smile at me? Don’t cry.”
“Oh, I love you so much, I can hardly bear it.” Peter felt uncomfortable. The capacity for suffering revealed in these words gave him a sense of responsibility. Poor child! Would her lot in life be to cry over people who were not worth it?
“I shall come back some day, Hilda.” Hilda stopped crying, and Peter was relieved by the sobs’ cessation. “I have a wandering fit on me just now; you understand that, don’t you?”
She held his hand tightly. She could not speak; her heart swelled48 so at his tone of mutual understanding.
“I am going to see my sister. I haven’t seen her for five years; but long before another five years are passed I shall be here again, and the thing I shall most want to see when I get back will be your little face.”
“But you will be different then, I will be different, we will both be changed.” Hilda put her hands before her face and sobbed49 again. Peter was silent for a moment, rather aghast at the child’s apprehension50 of the world’s deepest tragedy. He could not tell her that they would be unchanged—he the man of thirty-five, she the girl of seventeen. Poor little Hilda! Her grief was but too well founded, and his thoughts wandered for a moment with Hilda’s words far away from Hilda herself. Hilda wiped her eyes and sat upright. Odd looked at her. He had a keen sense of the unconventional in beauty, and her tears had not disfigured her small face—had only made it strange. He patted her cheek and smiled at her.
“Cheer up, little one!” She evidently tried to smile back.
“I am afraid you have idealized me, my child—it’s a dangerous faculty. I am a very ordinary sort of person, Hilda; you must not imagine fine things about me nor care so much. I’m not worth one of those tears, poor little girl!”
It was difficult to feel amused before her solemn gaze; a sage51 prophecy of inevitable52 recovery would be brutal53; to show too much sympathy equally cruel. But the reality of her feeling dignified her grief, and he found himself looking gravely into her large eyes.
“You’re not worth it?” she repeated.
“No, really.”
“I don’t imagine things about you.”
“Well, I am glad of that,” said Peter, feeling rather at a loss.
“I love you dearly,” said Hilda, with a certain air of dreary dignity; “you are you. I don’t have to imagine anything.”
Odd put her hand to his lips and kissed it gently.
“Thank you, my dear child. I love you too, and certainly I don’t have to imagine anything.”
Hilda’s eyes, with their effect of wide, almost unseeing expansion, rested on his for a moment longer. She drew herself up, and a look of resolution, self-control, and fidelity54 hardened her young face. Odd still felt somewhat disconcerted, somewhat at a loss.
“I must go now; they don’t know that I am here.”
“They didn’t know that you were coming, I suppose?”
“No; they wouldn’t have let me come if I had told them before, but I will tell them now.”
“Well, we will tell them together.”
“Are you going to take me home?”
“Did you imagine that I would let you go alone?”
“You are very kind.”
“And what are you, then? Your shoes are wringing55 wet, my child. Your dress is thin, too, for this time of year. Wrap this coat of mine around you. There! and put on this hat.”
Peter laughed as he coiffed her in the soft felt hat that came down over her ears; she looked charming and quaint56 in the grotesque57 costume. Hilda responded with a quiet, patient little smile, gathering58 together the wide sleeves of the covert59 coat. Odd lit a cigar, put on his own hat, took her hand, and they sallied forth60.
“You came across, I suppose?”
“Yes, by the woods.”
“And you weren’t frightened?”
He felt the patient little smile in the darkness as she replied—
“You know already that I am a coward.”
“I know, on the contrary, that you are amazingly courageous61. The flesh may be weak, but the spirit is willing with a vengeance62. Eh, Hilda?”
“Yes,” said Hilda vaguely.
They walked in silence through the woods. Clouds hid the moon, and the wind had risen.
Peter had dreary thoughts. He felt like a ghost in the ghost-like unreality of existence. The walk through the melancholy dimness seemed symbolical63 of a wandering, aimless life. The touch of Hilda Archinard’s little hand in his was comforting. When they had passed through the Priory shrubbery and were nearing the house, Hilda’s step beside him paused.
“Will you kiss me ‘Good-bye’ here, not before them all?”
“What beastly things ‘Good-byes’ are,” Odd said, looking down at the glimmering64 oval of her uplifted face; “what thoroughly beastly things.” He took the little face between his hands and kissed her: “Good-bye, dear little Hilda.”
“Thank you so much—for everything,” she said.
“Thank you, my child. I shall not forget you.”
“Don’t be different. Try not to change.”
“Ah, Hilda! Hilda!”
That she, not he, would change was the inevitable thing. He stooped and kissed again the child beside him.
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lasting
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kindly
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faculty
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vigor
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premises
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remorse
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conjectures
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longing
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horrid
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manor
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dreary
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chasms
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capabilities
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obsession
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apparition
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calamity
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solitary
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pathos
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plucky
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fidelity
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grotesque
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gathering
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courageous
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vengeance
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