To this explanation by Dicky of his choice, as they rolled forward in their hansom, Christian2 made no direct response. After a little he said: “Very soon now, I am going to do something that seems to have been in my mind for months. Perhaps I have only thought of it since this afternoon: I cannot be sure. But I am going to do it—I am going to know for myself what the real London and the real England are like. A thousand gentlemen in black clothes and silk hats, a thousand ladies with low-cut dresses and feathers in their hair—all thinking and talking about themselves and their own little affairs—that does not mean London. And a few large houses in the country, where these same people spend a few months riding after the hounds and shooting tame birds and wearying each other with idle, sleepy talk—that does not represent England.”
“Doesn’t it!” cried Westland. “I should say that’s just what it did, worse luck!”
“No, no!” protested Christian. “I don’t want to be told that it does—for then I should want to go away altogether. No—there is the other thing, and I am going to find it out, and see it and know it. When all those years of my boyhood and youth I was so proud of being an Englishman, it was not this empty, valueless life of the West End, or the chase of foxes and birds in the country, that I longed for, and nourished pride in.”
“Oh, but they do other things, you know,” laughed Dicky. “They are in Parliament, some of them, or they are at the bar, or in the Services, or they manage estates or are directors in companies, and that sort of thing. And some of them go in a lot for charities, and work on committees and organize things, you know. You’d hardly believe how much of that most of the women let themselves in for.”
“That is not what I mean,” said the other, rather abruptly3. “To me all that is not worth the snap of a finger,” and he emphasized his words by a gestured with the hand which rested on the door of the hansom.
At an advanced stage of the dinner, the young men came to the subject again. In reply to a random4 inquiry5 Christian said that his grandfather, the duke, as far as he knew, was neither worse nor better in health than he had been all winter. “I have not been to Caermere since my first visit,” he went on. “I am really living upon a programme arranged for me, I should think, by a committee of my relations. Lord Lingfield is my active bear-leader. He conducts me, or sends me, wherever it has been decided6 that I shall go. It was not deemed important that I should go to Caermere again—and so I have not gone. Voilà tout7! If I had been free to myself, I think I should have gone.”
“It must be an awfully8 jolly place, from the pictures I’ve seen of it,” said Westland.
“Jolly!” cried Christian. “My dear creature, it is a grave, a mausoleum, a place of skulls9 and dead men’s bones! You have never seen such a family vault10 in all your days. When I even begin to think of undertaking11 the task of brightening it into life again, I grow dizzy. The immensity of the work unnerves me. And now I do not know if I shall ever put my hand to it. The country-gentleman idea—which you make so much of in England—it does not appeal to me. It is too idle—too purposeless. Of course my cousin Emanuel, he makes a terrible toil12 of it—and does some wonderful things, beyond doubt. But after all, what does it come to? He helps people to be extremely fine who without him would only be tolerably fine. But I have the feeling that one should help those who are not fine at all—who have never had the chance to be fine, who do not know what it means. Emanuel’s wife—oh, a very lovely character—she said to me that they disliked coming up to town, the sight of the London poor distressed13 them so much. Well, that is the point—if I am to help anybody at all, it is the London poor that I should try to help. Emanuel’s plan is to give extra bones, and teach new tricks, to dogs already very comfortable. My heart warms to the dogs without collars, the homeless and hungry devils who look for bones in the gutters14.”
“Oh, you’re going in for settlements and that sort of thing,” commented Dicky. “I hear that is rather disappointing work. If you don’t take the sporting papers at the reading-room they say the men won’t come at all. Slingsby Chetwynd was awfully keen on the thing. He went down to stop a whole week—at Shoreditch or Houndsditch or the Isle15 of Dogs, or somewhere like that—and a woman smashed his hat in, and he fell into a cellar—and he was jolly glad to get back again the same night.”
Christian was pursuing thoughts of his own. The wine was admirable—as indeed it should have been considering the pains Dicky had been at, with pursed lips and lifted eyebrows16, in the selection of it—and Christian had found an unaccustomed pleasure in its aromatic17, sub-acid taste. He had drunk rather freely of it, and was satisfied with himself for having done so. He leaned back in his chair now, and watching the golden fountain of bubbles forever streaming upward in his glass, mused18 upon welcome new impulses within him toward the life of a free man.
“None the less,” he remarked, indifferent to the irrelevancy19 of his theme, “I should have liked to go to Caermere during the winter. I am annoyed with myself now that I did not go—whether it was arranged for me or not. There is a lady there for whom I felt great sympathy. I had expected to be of service to her long before this—but I am of service to no one. She is a cousin—no doubt you know her—Lady Cressage.”
“But she is in London,” put in Westland. “I only know her a little, but Lady Selton used to be by way of seeing a good deal of her. She told me last week that she was in town—taken a little flat somewhere—Victoria Street way, I think. She doesn’t go in for being very smart, you know. Why—yes—of course she’s your cousin by marriage. Awfully pretty woman she was. Gad20! how well I remember her season! All the fellows went quite off their heads. How funny—that she should be your cousin!”
Christian took no note of his companion’s closing words, or of the tone in which they had been uttered. He scowled21 at the playful bubbles in his glass, as he reflected that the news of her arrival in London ought not to have come to him in this roundabout, accidental way. Why did none of his own people tell him? Or still more to the point, why had not she herself told him? He really had given her only an occasional and sporadic22 thought, during these past four or five months. Now, as he frowned at his wine, it seemed to him that his whole winter had been burdened with solicitude23 for her. Or no, “burdened” was an ungracious word, and false to boot. He would say “mellowed” or “enriched” instead.
“You must find out for me”—he began, and then, upon a second thought born of pique24, checked himself. “Or do not mind—it is of no consequence. I shall hear as a matter of course.” He called for the bill with a decision in his voice which seemed full of warning that the topic was exhausted25.
Westland could not help observing the fat roll of crackling white notes which the other drew from his pocket. If they were all of the smallest denomination26, they must still represent something like his whole year’s allowance. The general understanding that Christian’s unfamiliarity27 with English ways excused, and even invited, wise admonition from his friends, prompted him to speak.
“That’s rather a lot to carry about with you, old man,” he said, in gentle expostulation.
“Oh, I like it!” Christian declared, with shining eyes. He snapped the elastic28 band about the roll, with an air of boyish delight in the sound, as he returned it to his pocket. “If you knew the years in which I counted my sous!”.
It was nearly ten o’clock when they left. Beginning with the Pavilion, they went to four or five music halls, only to find that there were no seats to be had. “Why, of course it’s the boat-race,” exclaimed Dicky at last. “Stupid of me to have forgotten it. I say, I ought to have come for you this morning, and taken you up the river to see it. It’s worth seeing—for once. I wonder Lingfield did not arrange it for you.”
“Oh, several people asked me to join their parties,” Christian replied. “But it did not attract me. The athletics29 here—they rather annoy me. It is as if people thought of nothing else. And to have students at the universities consumed with the idea—that is specially30 unpleasant to my mind. You must remember—I am a teacher by profession.”
“We’ll go back to the Empire,” Westland decided. “Ever been there? Well, it’s worth seeing, too—perhaps more than once. The Johnnies’ll be out in extraordinary force, I’m afraid, but then you ought to see them too, I suppose. It takes all sorts to make a world—and the world is what you’ve come out to look at. Let me get the tickets—or, well, if you insist—ask for the promenade31.” It was indeed a novel spectacle, which smote32 and confused his eyes, rather than revealed itself to them, when Christian found himself inside. The broad, low, rounded promenade was so crowded with people that at first sight walking about seemed wholly impracticable, but Dicky stepped confidently into the jumbled33 throng34 and began moving through it, apparently35 with ease, and the other followed him. They made their way to the end, where a man in uniform guarded a staircase; then, turning, they elbowed along back to the opposite end of the half-circle. This gained, there was nothing in Dicky’s thoughts, seemingly, but to repeat the performance indefinitely. Their progress was of a necessity slow. On the inner side a dense36 wall of backs and high hats rendered hopeless any notion of seeing the stage below. Christian, struggling after his guide, wondered what else there was to see.
After a time it became obvious to him that the women who formed so large an element of the lazily shifting crowd were also the occasion of its being. They walked about, looking the men in the face with a cold, free, impassive scrutiny37 upon which, even if he had never seen it before, intuition would have fixed38 a label for him. Other women, from the plush seats on the outer edge of the circle, bent39 upon the whole moving mass of promenaders the same stoical, inscrutable gaze. The range of age among them did not seem extended to his uninformed glance. In years they were apparently all about alike. Some, indeed, had fresher faces and smoother skins than others, but when the eyes were considered a certain indefinable equality was insisted upon in them all. Their toilets were often striking in effect, and especially their hats—exaggerating both in breadth of brim, and in the height and bulk of the edifice40 of plumes41 above, the prevalent fashion in such matters—were notable to the spectator; but Christian found himself, upon consideration, more interested in their eyes than in anything else.
A certain stony42 quality in this stereotyped43 gaze of theirs suggested a parallel to his memory; he had seen precisely44 that same cool, unruffled, consciously unconscious stare in princesses who had looked at him without beholding45 him in the far-away days of his life about the hotels of the Riviera. It was very curious, he thought—this incongruous resemblance. But a little closer analysis showed that the likeness46 was but partial. These ladies of the promenade could look about them with the imperturbability47 of princesses, it was true, but only so long as they saw nothing which concerned them immediately. Nay48, now he could discern beneath the surface of this passionless perlustration a couched vigilance of attention, which ever and again flashed uppermost with electric swiftness. When this mercurial49 change came, one saw the temperament50 mapped out like a landscape under the illumination of lightning. There gleamed forth51 expectancy52, dread53, joy, irritability54, fun, dislike or wistful hope—whatever the mood of the instant yielded—with a force of intensity55 almost startling. Then, as quickly as it came, the look might vanish; even if it flickered56 on, the briefest interval57 of repose58 brought back again the watchful59, dispassionate, hardened regard.
“Have you had enough of this?” Dicky asked, with an implication of weariness in his tone.
Christian, halting, took slow and bewildered cognizance of the fact that he had been going from one end of the promenade to the other for a very long time. Insensibly, at some period of the experience, he had taken the lead from his companion, and had been dragging him about in his wake.
“It is very interesting,” was the vague excuse he offered to Dicky, and even more to himself.
A sofa just beside them was for the moment unoccupied. Christian seated himself with the air of one physically60 tired out. “Ought we not to order drinks?” he asked his companion, who stood over him, looking down somewhat doubtfully.
“Oh, dear, no—not here!” Dicky replied, with conviction. “It’s nearly closing time—and we’ll go over to the club for half an hour—where we know our tipple61. Shall we run along now?”
“No—sit down here,” said Christian. He spoke62 with the authority of a profound emotion, that glowed in his eyes and quivered on his lips. Westland obeyed him, pretending to a nonchalance63 which his mistrustful glance belied64.
“This is all very extraordinary to me,” Christian continued, in a low, strenuous65 voice. He spoke with even more than his wonted fluency66. “It catches hold of me. It fills my mind with new thoughts. There is something in the very air here—”
“Musk and cigarette smoke,” interposed Dicky, lightly. Then he saw that levity67 struck a false note.
“Pah!” the other jerked forth, impatiently. “Don’t talk like that! It is the most terrible, the most touching68, the most inspiring thing I have seen in my life. I breathe in a new ambition here, out of this atmosphere. We were talking of the London poor. I thought they made the loudest appeal—but they are nothing beside this!” He spread his thin, nervous hand out as he spoke, and swept it in a comprehensive gesture over the spectacle before them. “These are my sisters—my unhappy and dishonored sisters, scorned and scornful—oh, yes, they are all my sisters!”
“But fortunately they don’t know it,” urged Dicky, surveying the ladies with pouting69 lips and half-closed eyes. “For God’s sake, don’t mention it to them.”
Christian turned round, with one knee on the sofa, and claimed his companion’s attention. “I wanted to be able to add you to my very little list of friends,” he said, gravely. “All the evening I have had that in my mind—and it may be something else, too. But if you cannot understand me, now, when I tell you how all this moves me—and if you only care to mock at what I say—why, then, it is not needful to say more.”
Dicky faced about in turn, and regarded him with a puzzled glance, from which he was at pains to exclude all signs of frivolity70. “But you haven’t told me how it moves you at all,” he said, vaguely71.
“Oh, how,” repeated Christian with hesitation72. “It is not easy to say just how. But I am devoured73 by a great compassion74. I could weep tears at the heart-misery I see here. They shout in the papers and wring75 their hands over the massacre76 of Armenians—but right here—this thing—is it not more cruel and dreadful still? Here there is no question of race hatreds77 and religious hatreds, but just the cold, implacable pressure of poverty on human souls, crushing them and sinking them in shame.”
“Oh, that’s only a part of the story—not such a deuce of a big part either,” urged the other, gently. “Don’t get so excited about it, my dear fellow. It is by no means a new thing. And wait till you know more about it, and have thought it over—and then, if you feel that there is anything you can do, why, take my word for it, it will still be here. It won’t disappear in the meanwhile. You’ll still be in time.”
Christian regarded him wistfully, and with a mild, faint smile. “You would never enter into my feelings about this,” he said, softly. “We are made differently. It strikes you as strange, does it not, that a young man, coming into contact with this for the first time, should be filled only with the yearning78 to help these poor girls, and do good to them? It surprises you? It is something new to you, n’est ce pas?”
Dicky grinned within decorous limits. “My dear boy,” he declared, confidentially79, “so far from being new, it’s the oldest thing in the world. Every young fellow worth his salt that I have ever known, or that anybody’s ever known, has swelled80 himself out with precisely these same reform sentiments. In this very promenade here I have witnessed at least a dozen attacks like yours. And don’t think I am jeering81 at the thing. It is a very beautiful and generous spirit indeed, and I admire it awfully, I assure you—only—only, as one gets to know his way about a trifle better, he sees that there isn’t so much in it as he thought there was. And that’s what I was trying to say to you. Don’t let your first impulses run away with you. If the subject interests you, appeals to you, very well; get to understand it. You will find that it is more complicated, perhaps, than you think. But when you know it all, why, then you can do what you like.”
Some of the light seemed to have been turned out. A definitive82 blare rolled up from the orchestra below; the throng of promenaders, though still informed by the most leisurely83 of moods, was converging84 upon the door of exit. The two young men arose.
Christian suddenly yawned. “I am tired—and depressed,” he said, wearily. “I think I will ask you to let me go home.”
“Nonsense!” said Dicky, promptly85. “We’ll go to the club, and get a pick-up, and then you shall see something that won’t depress you. I grant you this is rather melancholy86. God knows why we came.”
An hour or more later, emerging from a confusing sequence of narrow passages and winding87 ascents88 and descents, Christian followed Westland out through a groove89 of painted canvas to the stage of the Hanover Theater.
He had never seen a theater from this point of view, and the first few minutes of his scrutiny—here where he stood at the wings, while Dicky looked after the coats and hats—were full of pleased interest. The huge dusky space of the galleries overhead, strange and formidable in its dark bulk like some giant balloon, was very impressive. By contrast, the stage itself seemed to give out light. A long riband of a table stretched across the back, and down the two sides, and about this clustered many people; shining shirt-fronts and bald heads, pale shimmering90 dresses and white shoulders, the glitter of napery and plates and glasses—all was radiant under the powerful electric glow from above. He could see now, in the halfshadows down beyond the footlights, two or three rows of heads of people sitting in the front stalls. To his fancy these detached heads appeared to belong to an order of beings quite distinct from those on the stage. He wondered if actors felt their audiences to be thus remote and aloof91 from themselves.
“We can push our way in at the other end—there’s less of a crush there,” he heard Dicky say to him. He followed his guide across the stage, through groups of conversing92 guests who had brought out their sandwiches and glasses from the throng, and came eventually to the table itself. Some one held out a bottle toward him, and he lifted a glass to be filled. From under some other stranger’s arm he extricated93 a plate, containing something in gelatine, he knew not what. In straightening himself he pushed against a person unexpectedly close behind him.
Half turning, with the murmur94 of an apology upon his lips, his eyes encountered those of a lady, who seemed to know him, and to be smiling at him.
“How d’ye do?” this lady said to him. There could be no doubt about the cordiality of her tone. Her left hand was occupied with a champagne95 glass and a fan, but her right was being lifted to him, almost against his breast, in greeting. He gazed at her in smiling perplexity, the while he signed that both his own hands were filled.
“You don’t know me from Adam,” she said to him, cheerfully. “But I’m your cousin—Cora Torr, you know.”
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