Lucy has always since maintained that the days which followed Lord Watergate's communication were the very worst that she ever went through. The fluctuations1 of hope and fear, the delays, the prolonged strain of uncertainty2 coming upon her afresh, after all that had already been endured, could be nothing less than torture even to a person of her well-balanced and well-regulated temperament3.
"To have to bear it all for the second time," thought poor Gertrude, whose efforts to spare her sister could not, in the nature of things, be very successful.
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A terrible fear that Lucy would break down altogether and slip from her grasp, haunted her night and day. The world seemed to her peopled with shadows, which she could do nothing more than clutch at as they passed by, she herself the only creature of any permanence of them all. But gradually the tremulous, flickering4 flame of hope grew brighter and steadier; then changed into a glad certainty. And one wonderful day, towards the end of March, Frank was with them once more: Frank, thinner and browner perhaps, but in no respect the worse for his experiences; Frank, as they had always known him—kind and cheery and sympathetic; with the old charming confidence in being cared for.
"And I was not there," he cried, regretful, self-reproachful, when Lucy had told him the details of their sad story.
"I thought always, 'If Frank were here!'"
"I think I should have killed him," said Frank, in all sincerity5; and Lucy drew closer to him, grateful for the non-fulfilment of her wish.
They were standing6 together in the studio. It was the day after Jermyn's return, and[Pg 283] Gertrude was sitting listlessly upstairs, her busy hands for once idle in her lap. In a few days April would have come round again for the second time since their father's death.
What a lifetime of experience had been compressed into those two years, she thought, her apathetic7 eyes mechanically following the green garment of the High School mistress, as she whisked past down the street.
She knew that it is often so in human life—a rapid succession of events; a vivid concentration of every sort of experience in a brief space; then long, grey stretches of eventless calm. She knew also how it is when events, for good or evil, rain down thus on any group of persons.—The majority are borne to new spheres, for them the face of things has changed completely. But nearly always there is one, at least, who, after the storm is over, finds himself stranded8 and desolate9, no further advanced on his journey than before.
The lightning has not smitten10 him, nor the waters drowned him, nor has any stranger vessel11 borne him to other shores. He is only battered12, and shattered, and weary with the struggle; has lost, perhaps,[Pg 284] all he cared for, and is permanently13 disabled for further travelling. Gertrude smiled to herself as she pursued the little metaphor14, then, rising, walked across the room to the mirror which hung above the mantelpiece. As her eye fell on her own reflection she remembered Lucy Snowe's words—
"I saw myself in the glass, in my mourning dress, a faded, hollow-eyed vision. Yet I thought little of the wan15 spectacle.... I still felt life at life's sources."
That was the worst of it; one was so terribly vital. Inconceivable as it seemed, she knew that one day she would be up again, fighting the old fight, not only for existence, but for happiness itself. She was only twenty-five when all was said; much lay, indeed, behind her, but there was still the greater part of her life to be lived.
She started a little as the handle of the door turned, and Mrs. Maryon announced Lord Watergate. She gave him her hand with a little smile: "Have you been in the studio?" she said, as they both seated themselves.
"Yes; Jermyn opened the door himself, and insisted on my coming in, though, to tell you the truth, I should have hesitated[Pg 285] about entering had I had any choice in the matter—which I hadn't."
"Lucy has picked up wonderfully, hasn't she?"
"She looks her old self already. Jermyn tells me they are to be married almost immediately."
"Yes. I suppose they told you also that Lucy is going to carry on the business afterwards."
"In the old place?"
"No. We have got rid of the rest of the lease, and they propose moving into some place where studios for both of them can be arranged."
"And you?"
"It is uncertain. I think Lucy will want me for the photography."
"Miss Lorimer, first of all you must do something to get well. You will break down altogether if you don't."
Something in the tone of the blunt words startled her; she turned away, a nameless terror taking possession of her.
"Oh, I shall be all right after a little holiday."
"You have been looking after everybody else; doing everybody's work, bearing [Pg 286]everybody's troubles." He stopped short suddenly, and added, with less earnestness, "Quis custodet custodiem? Do you know any Latin, Miss Lorimer?"
She rose involuntarily; then stood rather helplessly before him. It was ridiculous that these two clever people should be so shy and awkward; those others down below in the studio had never undergone any such uncomfortable experience; but then neither had had to graft16 the new happiness on an old sorrow; for neither had the shadow of memory darkened hope.
Gertrude went over to the mantelshelf, and began mechanically arranging some flowers in a vase. For once, she found Lord Watergate's presence disturbing and distressing17; she was confused, unhappy, distrustful of herself; she wished when she turned her head that she would find him gone. But he was standing near her, a look of perplexity, of trouble, in his face.
"Miss Lorimer," he said, and there was no mistaking the note in his voice, "have I come too soon? Is it too soon for me to speak?"
She was overwhelmed, astonished, infinitely18 agitated19. Her soul shrank back[Pg 287] afraid. What had the closer human relations ever brought her but sorrow unutterable, unending? Some blind instinct within her prompted her words, as she said, lifting her head, with the attitude of one who would avert20 an impending21 blow—
"Oh, it is too soon, too soon."
He stood a moment looking at her with his deep eyes.
"I shall come back," he said.
"No, oh, no!"
She hid her face in her hands, and bent22 her head to the marble. What he offered was not for her; for other women, for happier women, for better women, perhaps, but not for her.
When she raised her head he was gone.
The momentary23, unreasonable24 agitation25 passed away from her, leaving her cold as a stone, and she knew what she had done. By a lightning flash her own heart stood revealed to her. How incredible it seemed, but she knew that it was true: all this dreary26 time, when the personal thought had seemed so far away from her, her greatest personal experience had been silently growing up—no gourd27 of a night, but a tree to last through the ages. She, who had been[Pg 288] so strong for others, had failed miserably28 for herself.
Love and happiness had come to her open-handed, and she had sent them away. Love and happiness? Oh, those will o' the wisps had danced ere this before her cheated sight. Love and happiness? Say rather, pity and a mild peace. It is not love that lets himself be so easily denied.
Happiness? That was not for such as she; but peace, it would have come in time; now it was possible that it would never come at all.
All the springs of her being had seemed for so long to be frozen at their source; now, in this one brief moment of exaltation, half-rapture, half-despair, the ice melted, and her heart was flooded with the stream.
Covering her face with her hands, she knelt by his empty chair, and a great cry rose up from her soul:—the human cry for happiness—the woman's cry for love.
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