His jumbled3 thoughts were a burden to him. He could get nothing coherent from them, It was not even clear to his perception whether he was really as dejected and disconsolate4 as he ought to be.
He had only recently been plunged5 into despairing depths of sadness, and it was fitting that he should still be racked with anguish6. Yet there was no actual pain—there was not even a dogged insensibility to the frivolous7 distractions8 of the moment. He became exceedingly interested in an old copy of Boutell, for example, and hunted eagerly through the multitude of heraldic cuts to see if the white bull on a green ground of the Torrs was among them. His disappointment at not finding it was so keen that for the instant it superseded9 his abiding10 grief. His discovery of this fact entertained him; he was almost capable of laughing in amusement at it. Then, in self-condemnation, he sought to call up before his mental vision the picture of Frances, as she had looked when they had said good-bye. The image would not come distinctly. Her face eluded11 him; he could only see her walking away, instead, under the feeble green of the young trees. None the less, he said deliberately12 to himself that he was unhappy beyond the doom13 of most men, and that the hope had gone out of his life.
The day had turned out unexpectedly warm. In the middle of his shapeless musings, the ornate sign of a Munich brewery15 on a cool, shaded doorway16 suddenly attracted him. The dusky, restful emptiness of the place inside seemed ideally to fit his mood. He went in, and seated himself with a long sigh of satisfaction at one of the tables. Here, in this mellow17 quiet, over the refreshing18 contents of the big, covered stone mug, he could think peacefully and to advantage. He lit a cigar, and leaning back in comfort, gave the signal to his thoughts to arrange and concentrate themselves.
What should he do next? Yes—that was far more to the point than mooning over the irrevocable past. He had left Duke Street with hardly any plan beyond not returning thither19. Luggage of some sort he would have to have—changes of linen20 and the like, and the necessary articles of the toilet. It was his intention to buy these as the need of them arose—and the character of his purchases would also depend a good deal, of course, upon the decision he should come to concerning his movements. He had said that he would leave England—and now he asked himself whether there was anything to prevent his departure that very evening. One of the deepest charms of travel must be to start off on the instant, upon the bidding of the immediate21 whim22, and descend23 upon your destination before there has been time to cheapen it by thinking about it. Why should he not eat the morrow’s breakfast in the Hague—and dine at Amsterdam? Similarly, he could within twenty-four hours be watching the marriage of Mosel and Rhine at Coblenz—or gazing upon the wide, wet, white sands of the Norman shore from the towering battlements of St. Michel. A hundred storied towns, vaguely24 pictured in his imagination, beckoned25 to him from across the Channel. Upon reflection, it seemed to him that Holland offered the most wooing invitation. He asked the waiter for Bradshaw, and noted26 the salient points of the itinerary27 from Queen borough28.
It was now three o’clock. There was plenty of time for all purchases, and a leisurely29 dinner before going to Victoria. It occurred to him that the dinner must be very good—a luxurious30 kind of farewell repast.
He would make a memorandum31 now of the things he ought to buy here in London. Holland was by all accounts a dear place—and moreover he had heard that the Dutch customs examination was by no means troublesome. It would be more intelligent to complete practically his outfit32 here. He took out a pencil, and began feeling in his coat-pocket for a bit of paper. The hand brought out, beside Lady Milly’s note about the Private View, three or four unopened letters. He had entirely33 forgotten their existence—and stared at them now in puzzled indecision. It was not a sensible thing, or a fair thing either, to tear up and destroy unread the message which some one else had been at pains to transcribe34 for you. But on the other hand, these missives belonged to the stupid and intolerable life in Duke Street, with which he had definitely parted company. It might even be said, in one sense, that he was not the person to whom they were addressed.
By some whimsical freak of the brain, he suddenly asked himself whether he should not go to Greece instead of Holland, and enlist35 as a volunteer in the war against the Turks. He became on the instant immersed in adventurous36 military speculations37. He had not fallen into the English habit of following the daily papers with regularity38, and he was conscious of no responsibility whatever toward the events of the world at large, as Reuter and the correspondents chronicled them. Something of this new war in Thessaly, however, he had perforce read and heard. Of the circumstances and politics surrounding this latest eruption39 of the Eastern Question he knew little more than would any of the young Frenchmen of education among whom he had spent his youth. But in an obscure way, he comprehended that good people in Western Europe always sympathized with the Christian as against the Moslem40. It seemed that some generous-minded young Englishmen were already translating this sympathy into action; somewhere he had seen an account of a party of volunteers leaving London for Athens, and being cheered by their friends at the station. Now that he thought of it, the paper in which he had read the report had ridiculed41 the affair as an undesirable42 kind of a joke—but the impulse of the volunteers seemed fine to him, none the less.
There ought to be some martial43 blood in his veins44; the soldier-figure of his father rose before him in affirmation of the idea.
But no—what nonsense it was! If ever there had been a youth bred and narrowed to the walks of peace, he was that young person. He who had never struck another human being in his life, that he could remember—what would such a tame sheep be doing in the open field, against the unknown, ferocious45 Osmanli Turk? The gross absurdity46 of the picture flared47 upon him, momentarily—and then the whole notion of armed adventure had vanished from his mind.
His attention reverted48 to the letters—and now it seemed quite a matter of course that he should open them. The first three were of no importance. The fourth he regarded with wide-open eyes, after he had grasped the identity of the writer. He read it over slowly, more than once:
“27A Ashley Gardens, S. W., Monday.
“My Dear Mr. Christian Tower: I have taken this little place in town for the time being, and I shall be glad to see you when you are this way. To-morrow, Tuesday, is a day when I shall not be at home to other people—if you have nothing better to do.
“Yours very sincerely,
“Edith Cressage.”
Nothing better to do? Christian’s thoughts lingered rather blankly upon the phrase—until all at once he perceived that there could not possibly be anything better to do. He rose with decision, hurriedly gulped49 what remained of his second pot of beer, paid his bill and marched out with the air of a man with a mission.
In the hansom, he read the letter still again, and leaned backward to see as much as possible of himself in the little mirror at the side. His chin could not be described as closely shaven, and his garments were certainly not those of the afternoon caller. The resource of stopping at Duke Street occurred to him—but no! that would be too foolish. The whole significance of the day would be abolished, wiped out, by such a fatuous50 step. And he repeated to himself that it was a day of supreme51 significance. By comparison with the proceedings52 and experiences of this long and crowded day, the rest of his life seemed colorless indeed. And what was of most importance in it, he declared to himself, was not its external happenings, but the fine and novel posture53 of his liberated54 mind toward them. He was for the first time actually a free man. His enfranchisement55 had not been thrown at him by outsiders; it proceeded from within him—the product of his own individuality.
That was what people would discern in him hereafter—a complete and self-sufficient personality. He would no longer be pointed56 out and classified as somebody’s grandson—somebody’s cousin or grand-nephew. The world would recognize him as being himself. He felt assured, for example, upon reflection that Lady Cressage would not dream of questioning the fashion of the clothes in which he came to see her. She would perceive at once that he had developed beyond the silly pupilary stage of subordination to his coat and hat. She was so clever and sympathetic a woman, he felt intuitively, that these symbols of his emancipated57 condition would delight her. It was true, he saw again from the mirror that his collar might be a little whiter; his cuffs58, too, had lost their earlier glow of starched59 freshness. But these were trifles to serious minds. And besides, was it not all in the family?
There was a momentary60 block at the corner of Parliament Street, and here a newsboy thrust a fourth edition upon Christian with such an effect of authority that he found a penny and took the paper. It was the “Westminster Gazette,” and when he had looked upon the second page for a possible drawing by Gould, and had skimmed the column of desultory61 gossip on the last page, which always seemed to his alien conceptions of journalism62 to be the kind of matter he liked in a newspaper, he laid the sheet on his knee, and resumed his idle reverie. To his great surprise the cabman’s shouts through the roof were necessary to awaken63 him at Ashley Gardens. He shook himself, laughingly explained that he had been up all night as he paid his fare, and ascended64 the steps of 27A, paper in hand.
The servant seemed prepared for his coming, for upon giving his name in response to her somewhat meaning inquiry65, she led him in at once. He sat waiting for a few moments in a small and conveniently appointed drawing-room, and then stood up, at the rustle66 of rapid skirts which announced Lady Cressage in the half-open doorway.
She entered with outstretched hand, and a radiant welcome upon her face.
Christian noted that beyond the hand there was a forearm, shapely and cream-hued, disclosed by the lace of her flowing sleeve. There were billows of this lace, and of some fragile, light fabric67 which seemed sister to it, enveloping68 the lady, yet her tall, graceful69 figure was in some indefinable way molded to the eye beneath them all. The pale hair was as he had first seen it, loosely drawn70 across her temples; there were warm shadows in it which he had not thought to see. The face, too, had some unexpected phase, here in the subdued71 light of the curtained room. There was a sense of rosiness72 in the rounded flesh, a certain reposeful73 elation74 in the regard of the blue eyes, which put quite at fault the image of harrowed restlessness and nerves he had retained from Caermere. It was in an illuminating75 second that he saw all this, and perceived that she was very beautiful, and flushed with the deep consciousness that she read his thoughts like big print.
“It was the greatest cheek in the world—my summoning you like this,” she said, as they shook hands. “Yes—sit here. Put your hat and paper on the sofa. This is my only reception room—but we might have a little more light.”
She moved to the window, to pull back the curtains, and then about the room, lightly rearranging some of the chairs and trinkets—all with a buoyant daintiness of motion which inexpressibly charmed him. “These are not my things, you know,” she explained over her shoulder. “I am not trying in the least to live up to them, either. I take the place, furnished, for three months, from the widow of an Indian officer. You would think she would have some Indian things—but it might have all come direct from Tottenham Court Road. It’s impossible to get the slightest sensation of being at home, here. One could really extract more domesticity out of four bare cottage walls. Or no, what am I saying?”—she had returned, and sinking into the low chair opposite him, pointed her words with a frank smile into his face—-“it is a bit like home—to see you here!”
“I am very glad to be here,” he assured her, nodding his unfeigned pleasure. “But it seemed as if you would never tell me I might come.”
“Oh, I was worried to death. There were all sorts of things to see about when I first came up,” she explained with animation76. “And I had the feeling that I didn’t want you to come till I had smoothed some of my wrinkles out, and had achieved a certain control over my nerves. It was not fair to myself—the view you had of me at Caermere.”
The view of her that was afforded him here brought a glow of admiration77 to his eyes.
“To think of your being my cousin!” he said, with some remote echo in his own voice of the surprise which he recalled in Dicky Westland’s tone. It seemed wonderful indeed as he looked at her, and smiled. He shook his head presently, in response to her question whether he had any recent news from Caermere, and continued to observe her with a rapt sense of the miraculous78 being embodied79 before his eyes.
“But the duke is very low indeed,” she told him in a hushed voice. “I had it yesterday from—from one of the household.”
The tidings barely affected80 him. That side of his mind was still fast in the rut of last night’s mutiny.
“I have quite decided81 to go away,” he announced, calmly. “I get no good out of the life here. It does not suit me. Whatever comes to me, why, that I shall accept, but to use it in my own way, living my own life. Now that I am a free man, it astonishes me that I did not rebel long ago.”
“Rebel—against what?” she asked him, with a kind of confidential82 candor83 which put him even more at his ease.
“Oh, against everything,” he smiled back at her. “This existence that they arranged for me—it is like being embalmed84 and wrapped in mummy-cloths. Personally I do not survive a thousand years—but I am but one link in a long chain of respectable people who have lived like that, without living at all, for many thousands. It is being buried alive. Why, you will see what I mean—a man is a creature different from other human creatures. He has an individual nature of his own. His tastes, his inclinations85, his impulses and ideas, are not quite like those of the people about him. He would be happy to follow these according to his own wishes. But then everybody seizes upon him and says: ‘No, you must be and do just like the rest. You will be noticed and disliked if you indulge in even the slightest variation. These are the coats you are to wear, and the hats and caps and neckties. This is Duke Street, which you must live in. This is the hour to get up, this is the hour to make calls, this is the corner of your card to turn down, this is the list of people at whose houses you must dine, these are your friends ready-made for you out of a book.’ And truly what is it all?—utter, utter emptiness. You are really not alive at all! You have no more personal sensation of your own existence than an insect. It is all this that I rebel against.”
She reclined a little in her chair, and covered him with a meditative86 gaze. “I know the feeling,” she commented thoughtfully. “I used to have sharp spasms87 of it—oh, ages ago—whenever a shopwoman showed me something, and said, ‘This is very much worn just now,’ or, ‘We are selling a great deal of this.’ Then I would not have that particular thing if I died for it. But do you really feel so earnestly about it?” She put the question in deference88 to a gesture by which he had signified the inadequacy89 of her comparison. “Ah, the real life, as you call it, is a more complicated thing than one fancies.”
“But that is precisely90 the point,” with vivacity91. “I have thought much about that. Is it not the artificial life which is complicated instead? Do we not confound the two? If you consider it, what can be more simple that the natural life of a man? If an astronomer92, for example, has a difficult problem to work out, he first busies himself in discovering and putting aside all the things which seem to be factors in it but really are not. One by one he gets rid of them, until at last he has the naked equation before him—and then a result is possible. But with us, it seems that we go quite the other way about it. We take the problem of life—which is extraordinarily93 simple to begin with—and we pile upon it and around it thousands of outside rules and conventions and traditions, and we confuse it with other thousands of prejudices, and insincerities, and old mistakes that no one has had the industry to examine—and then we look with embarrassment94 at what we have done, and shake our heads, and say that the problem is too hard, that it passes the wisdom of man to solve it.”
“I wish you joy of solving it,” she remarked, after another reflective survey of his face. “I am sure I wish some one would do it. But you spoke95 of going away. How would that help matters?”
The recurrence96 of the question startled him. He looked at her with lifted head, recalling swiftly meanwhile the tone in which Frances had uttered those same words. A blurred97, imperfect retrospect98 of the morning’s events and talks passed fleetingly99 across his mind—and its progress disquieted101 him. Some tokens of perturbation on his face seemed to warn her, for she went on without waiting for an answer.
“I am not surprised to find you feeling like this,” she said. “It is quite the effect that I imagined London would produce upon you. I have no right to say so, perhaps, but it seemed to me from the start that it was being badly managed—I mean the way you were sent here by yourself, and given nothing to do except follow about where Lord Lingfield led. It is not what I should have done—but the truth is that Emanuel knows nothing at all about the characters and temperaments102 of human beings. If men agree with him, he thinks they are good men, and if they disagree with him, they are bad men—or at least not worth thinking about at all.”
“I had quite resolved not to commit myself to his System,” Christian informed her, “even before I made up my mind to—to take other steps.”
His closing euphemism103 seemed to attract her attention. “What is it you intend to do?” she asked of him, softly. She sat upright again, with an air of friendly curiosity.
In the face of this query104, he discovered that his intentions were by no means so clear to himself as they had been. “It is still rather in the air,” he said vaguely. “But we talk always of myself! Tell me, instead, about yourself! It is an infinitely105 more pleasing subject. You are here in London for only three months? And you are alone here?”
She smiled in an indefinite fashion, and leaned back in her chair. “Ought I to have a chaperon? I dare say. But there is no room for her here. The flat accommodates just one solitary106 elderly lady and here you behold107 her. Oh, I am a hundred years old, I assure you!”
He could only wave his hand at her in genial108 deprecation. “Oh, who is younger than you?” he murmured.
She sighed. “By the almanac I am four-and-twenty,” she went on, with a new note of gentle melancholy109. “But by my own feelings, I seem to have been left over from the reign110 of William the Fourth. And really, it is not my own feelings alone—when I go out, I observe that very old men take me down to dinner, and talk to me precisely as if I were a contemporary of theirs.”
“When we were together at Caermere,” interposed Christian, “you confessed to me that you were not happy—and it was my great delight to pledge myself that if ever there was anything I could do—”
“Oh, there is nothing at all,” she interrupted him to declare. “My case will not come up. It has all been settled. The accounts, or settlements—or whatever you call them—have been made up, and my share of my husband’s share of his father’s interest in his father’s estate has been ascertained111. I have six hundred a year for life. It is a mild and decorous competence112. I do not complain. It will keep a genteel roof over my head here in London, or a small house and a pony-trap in the country. It will run to a month at a pension in the cheaper parts of Switzerland, or perhaps even to a lodging113 and a bath-chair at Brighton, when it is not quite the season. Oh, I shall get on very well indeed—at all events,” she added with a touch of bitterness, “much better than I deserve to do.”
Christian lifted his brows in protesting inquiry. “You always speak in that tone of yourself! It pains me to hear you. I cannot think of any one who deserves the kindness and friendly good offices of fortune more than you.”
Lady Cressage gave an uncertain little laugh. “You are too generous-minded—too innocent. You do not know. Me? My dear friend—I have committed the unpardonable sin! I humiliated114 and degraded myself to win a great prize in the world’s lottery115—and I did not bring it off. That is my offense116. If I had won the trick—why, they would be burning incense117 before me! But I lost instead—and they leave me quite by myself to digest my own disgust. I don’t talk about it—I have never said as much to any living soul as I am saying to you—I don’t know why I am telling you—”
“Is there any one else who would listen with such sympathy?” Christian heard himself interjecting.
“But it is too cruel,” continued Lady Cressage, “too shameful118 a story! I was not happy at home. It was nobody’s fault in particular; I don’t know that we were more evil-tempered and selfish among ourselves than most other middle-class households with four hundred a year, and three daughters to marry off. I was the youngest, and I had the sort of good looks which were in fashion at the moment, and mamma worked very hard for me—pretending to idolize me before people though we yapped at each other like fox-terriers in private—and I was lucky in making friends—and so I went swimming out on the top of the wave that season, the most envied poor fool of a girl in London. And when Cressage wanted to marry me—I was dizzy with the immensity of what seemed to be offered me. My parents were mad with pride and ecstasy119. Everybody around me pretended a kind of holy joy at my triumph. I give you my word!—never so much as a whisper came to my ears of any shadow of a reason why I should hesitate—why I should think a second time! Do you see? There was not an honest person—a single woman or a man with decency120 enough to warn an ignorant girl of her danger—within reach of me anywhere. They all kept as silent as the grave—with that lying grin of congratulation on their mean faces—and they led me to be married to the beast!”
She had sat erect121 in her chair as she spoke, and now she rose to her feet, motioning him not to get up as she did so. She took a restless step or two, her shoulders trembling with excitement, and her hands clenched122. “Ah-h! I will never forgive them the longest day of my life!” she called out.
Then, with a determined123 shake of her head, she seemed to master herself. Standing124 before a small mirror in the panel of a cabinet against the wall, she busied her beautiful hands in correcting the slight disorder125 of her hair. When she turned to him, it was with a faint, tremulous smile surmounting126 the signs of stress and agitation127 upon her face. She sank into the chair again, with a long-drawn breath of resignation.
“But it isn’t nice to abuse the dead,” she remarked, striving after an effect of judicial128 fairness in her voice. “I didn’t mean to speak like that. And for that matter, why should I speak at all of him? One doesn’t blame a wolf for man-eating. You execrate129 instead the people who deliberately throw a helpless human being to the wolf. I even say to myself that I have no quarrel with Cressage. He was as God made him—if the thought isn’t blasphemous130. He was a great, overgrown, bullying131, blubbering, ignorant boy, who never got beyond the morals of the stables and kennels132, and the standards of taste of the servants’ hall. One could hardly call him vicious; that is to say, he did not deliberately set out to cause suffering. He did not do anything on deliberation. He acted just as his rudimentary set of barbaric impulses prompted him to act. Some of these impulses would have been regarded as virtues133 in a more intelligent man. For example, he was wildly, insanely jealous of me. It took the most impossible and vulgar forms, it is true, but still——”
“Oh, need we talk of him?” It was with almost a groan134 of supplication135 that Christian stopped her. “He is too unpleasant to think about. Nothing that I had heard of him before made me sorry that he was dead—but this—it is too painful. But now you are a free woman—you see your path well before you, to travel as you choose. And what will you do?”
She sighed and threw up her hands with a gesture of contemptuous indifference136. “What does any English lady with six hundred a year do? Devote her energies to seeing that she gets—let me see, what is the sum?—to seeing that she gets twelve thousand shillings’ worth of respectable discomfort137, and secures reasonable opportunities for making those about her uncomfortable also. Oh, I don’t in the least know what I shall do. The truth is,” she added, with a sad smile, “I have lived alone with my dislikes so long, and I have nourished and watered them so carefully, that now they fill my whole garden. They have quite choked out the flowers of existence—these thick, rank, powerful weeds. And I haven’t the energy—perhaps I haven’t even the desire—to pull them up. They seem appropriate, somehow—they belong to the desolation that has been made of my life.”
Christian bent138 forward, and made a movement as if to take one of the hands which lay dejectedly in her lap. He did not do this, but touched a projecting bit of lace upon one of the flounces of her gown, and twisted it absent-mindedly in his fingers instead.
“You are still unhappy!” he said reproachfully, his eyes glowing with the intensity139 of his tender compassion140. “I do not forgive myself for my inability to be of help to you. It is incredible that there is not something I can do.”
“But you are going away,” she reminded him, in a soft monotone. “You have your own unpleasantnesses to think of—and you are occupied with plans for rearranging your life on new lines. I only hope that you will find the happiness you are setting out in search of. But then men can always get what they want, if they are only sufficiently141 in earnest about it.”
“It is not entirely settled that I shall go away,” said Christian. He twisted the lace in the reverse direction, and hesitated over his further words. “That was only one of several alternatives. I am clear only about my resolve to make a stand—to break away. But if I remained here in England—in London?”—He looked with mingled142 trepidation143 and inquiry into her face. “If I did not go abroad—is there anything I could do?”
She regarded with attentiveness144 the hand which was playing havoc145 with her flounce—and it straightway desisted. She continued to study the little screwed-up cone146 of lace, in meditative silence. At last she shook her head. “You must not give it another thought,” she said, but with no touch of dictation in her musing14 tone. Her eyes dwelt upon him with a remote and ruminating147 gaze. “I belong to a past generation. My chances in the lottery are all exhausted—things of the past. You must not bother about me. And I think you ought to give up those ideas of yours about breaking away, as you call it. London hasn’t been made pleasant for you, simply because the wrong people have gone the wrong way about it to arrange matters for you. But there are extremely nice people among the set you know, if you once understood them. With your position, you can command any kind of associations you wish to have. After it is all said and done, I think England has its full share of cultivated and refined people of intelligence. I have not seen much of the Continent, but I do not believe that it possesses any superiority over us in that respect.”
“But in your own case,” urged Christian, somewhat hazily148; “you said that there were no honest people about you to warn you—though you were in the best society. That is my feeling—that you do not get the truth from them. They do not lie to you—but they are silent about the truth.”
“Is it different elsewhere?” she asked, gravely. “Is not the young girl sold everywhere? Do you think that marriage is a more sacred and ethereal thing among the great families of France or Austria or Germany than it is with us? I have heard differently.”
“Oh, we are all equally uncivilized about women,” he admitted. “I feel very strongly about that. But you, who have such knowledge and such clear opinions—would you not love to do something to alter this injustice149 to women? The thought has been much in my mind, of late.” He paused to reflect in fleeting100 wonderment upon the fact that only this morning he had been absorbed in it. “And my meaning is,” he stumbled on, “there is nothing I would rather devote my life to than the task of making existence easier and broader and more free for young women. Could there be any finer work than that? I know that it appeals to you.”
She looked at him with an element of doubt in her glance. “Nothing appeals very much to me—and I’m afraid my sex least of all. I do not like them, to tell the truth. I never get over the surprised disgust of waking up in the morning and finding that I am one of them. But this is rather wandering from the point, isn’t it? I was urging you to give over the notion of making a demonstration150. You have waited thus long; be content to wait just a little longer. My private belief is that the Duke will not live the week out.”
Still, the assurance seemed to suggest nothing to him. “But if he dies,” he protested, “how then will I be different? I am lonely—I am like a forlorn man escaped on a raft from a shipwreck—I eat my heart out in friendless solitude151. And if I have a great title—why, then I shall be more alone than ever. It is that way with such men—I have seen that they hold themselves aloof—and others do not come freely near them. It frightens me—the thought of living without friends. I say to you solemnly that I would give it all—the position, the authority and dignity, the estates, Caermere, everything—for the assurance of one warm, human heart answering in every beat to mine! Has friendship perished out of the world, then? Or has it never existed, except in the books?”
Her beauty had never been so manifest to him, as now while he gazed at her, and she did not speak. There seemed the faint, delicate hint of a tenderness in the classical lines of the face that he had not seen before. It was as if his appeal had brought forth152 some latent aptitude153 of romance, to mellow the direct glance of her eyes, and soften154 in some subtle way the whole charm of her presence. A new magic was visible in her loveliness—and the sense that his words had conjured155 it into being thrilled him with a wistful pride. No woman had thus moved him heretofore. The perception that she was plastic to his mental touch—that this flower-like marvel156 of comeliness157 and grace, of exquisite158 tastes and pure dignity of soul, could be swayed by his suggestion, would vibrate at the tone of his voice—awed him as if he were confronted by a miracle. His breath came and went under a dull consciousness of pain—which was yet more like pleasure. A bell sounded somewhere within the house, and its brief crystal resonance159 seemed somehow to clarify the ferment160 of his thoughts. All at once, as by the flooding of sunlight into a darkened labyrinth161, his mind was clear to him. He knew what he wanted—nay, what all the years had been leading him up to desire.
With his gaze maintained upon her face—timidly yet with rapturous intentness, as if fearful of breaking the spell—he rose to his feet, and stood over her. A confusion of unspoken words trembled on his lips, as her slow glance lifted itself to his.
“It was like the pleasantry of a beautiful, roguish little girl”—he began, smiling nervously162 down at her—“your saying that you belonged to a generation earlier than mine. Do you think I do not know my generation? And am I blind, that I do not see what is most precious in it? This is what——”
An extraordinary outburst of disputing voices, in the little hallway close at hand, broke in upon his words. He stopped, stared inquiringly at Lady Cressage, and beheld163 her rise, frowning and hard-eyed, and step toward the door. A vague sense of the familiar came to him from the louder of the accents outside.
The door was opened, and the domestic, red-faced, and spluttering with wrath164, began some stammered165 explanation to her mistress. What she sought to say did not appear, for on the instant the door was pushed farther back, and a veiled lady took up her energetic stand upon the threshold.
“Don’t blame her,” this lady cried, in high, rapid tones. “I forced my way in—something told me that you were at home. And when you hear my news——”
“Oh, since you are here”—Lady Cressage began, coldly. “But, really, Mrs. Torr——”
“Oh, no—call me Cora!” the other interrupted, vivaciously166.
She went further, and bustling167 her arms against Edith’s shoulders, purported168 to kiss her on both cheeks. Then, drawing back her head, she went on: “My dear, the duke died at two this morning! It’s in all the papers. But what isn’t in any of the papers is that the heir is missing. It’s a very curious story. Mr. Westland here”—by her gesture it seemed that Dicky was behind her in the hallway—“went to Duke Street this noon, and found Christian’s man in great alarm. The youngster had bolted, leaving a note saying merely that he was called away. Mr. Westland’ then hunted me up, and we started out, for I had a kind of clue, don’t you see. I knew where he was at ten o’clock this forenoon—and we drove to Arundel Street, and there we found——”
Christian hurriedly stepped forward. “Oh, I think you may take it that I am not lost,” he called out, revealing himself to the astonished Cora. For the moment the chief thing in his mind was satisfaction at having interrupted her disclosures about Arundel Street.
Then, as other thoughts crowded in upon him, he straightened his shoulders and lifted his chin. “It’s all right,” he said, with a reassuring169 wave of the hand toward the womenfolk of his family.
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jumbled
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plunged
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frivolous
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distractions
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superseded
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eluded
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deliberately
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doom
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musing
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brewery
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doorway
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refreshing
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linen
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memorandum
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speculations
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regularity
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eruption
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undesirable
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martial
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veins
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ferocious
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absurdity
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reverted
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gulped
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fatuous
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supreme
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proceedings
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posture
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liberated
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enfranchisement
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pointed
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cuffs
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desultory
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journalism
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inquiry
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rustle
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animation
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admiration
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miraculous
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embodied
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spasms
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deference
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inadequacy
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vivacity
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astronomer
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solitary
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