At first the resumption of routine after years of indolence was irksome and exhausting. The six o'clock rising, the active duties commencing while she still felt tired, the absence of anything like privacy, excepting in the two hours allotted2 to each nurse for leisure—all these things fretted3 her. Even the relief that she derived4 from her escape into the open air was alloyed by the knowledge that outdoor exercise during one of the hours was compulsory6. Then, too, it was inevitable7 that a costume worn once more should recall the emotions with which she had laid aside her last; inevitable that she should ask herself what the years had done for her since last she stood within a hospital and bade it farewell with the belief she was never to enter one again. The failure of the interval8 was accentuated9. Her heart had contracted when, directed to the strange apartment above the wards10, she beheld12 the print dress provided for her use lying limp on a chair. An unutterable forlornness filled her soul as, proceeding13 to put it on, she surveyed her reflection in the narrow glass. Yet she grew accustomed to the change, and the more easily for its being a revival14.
The speed with which the sense of novelty wore off indeed astonished her. Primarily dismaying, and a continuous burden upon which she condoled15 with herself every day, it was, next, as if she had lost it one night in her sleep. She had forgotten it until the lightness with which she was fulfilling the work struck her with swift surprise. Little by little a certain enjoyment16 was even felt. She contemplated17 some impending18 task with interest. She took her walk with zest19 in lieu of relief. She returned to the doors exhilarated instead of depressed20. The bohemian, the lady-companion, had become a sick-nurse anew, and because the primary groove21 of life is the one which cuts the deepest lines, her existence rolled along the recovered rut with smoothness. The scenes between which it lay were not beautiful, but they were familiar; the view it commanded was monotonous22, but she no longer sought to travel.
Socially the conditions had been favoured by her introduction. The position that she had occupied in Laburnum Lodge23 gave her a factitious value, and gained her the friendliness24 of the Matron, a functionary25 who has the power to make the hospital-nurse distinctly uncomfortable, and who has on occasion been known to use it. It commended her also to the other nurses, two of whom were gentlewomen, insomuch as it promised an agreeable variety to conversation in the sitting-room26. She was by no means unconscious of the extent of her debt to Kincaid, and her gratitude27 as time went on increased rather than diminished. Certainly the environment was conducive28 to a perception of his merits—more conducive even than had been the period of his medical attendance at the villa29. The king is nowhere so attractive as at his court; the preacher nowhere so impressive as in the pulpit. Ashore30 the captain may bore us, but we all like to smoke our cigars with him on his ship. The poorest pretender assumes importance in the circle of his adherents31, and poses with authority on some small platform, if it be only his mother's hearthrug. Here where the doctor was the guiding spirit, and Mary found his praises on every tongue, the glow of gratitude was fanned by the breath of popularity. Had he deliberately32 planned a means of raising himself in her esteem33, he could have devised none better than this of placing her in the miniature kingdom where he ruled. In remembering that he had wanted to marry her, she was sensible one day of a thrill of pride: nothing like regret, nothing like arrogance34, but a momentary35 pride. She felt more dignity in the moment.
If he remembered it too, however, no word that he spoke36 evinced such recollection. The promise that he had made to her had been kept to the letter, and the past was never alluded37 to between them. As doctor and nurse their colloquies38 were brief and practical. It was the demeanour that he adopted towards her from the day of her instatement that added the first fuel to her thankfulness; and if, withal, she was inclined to review his generosity39 rather than to regard it, it was because he had established the desired relations on so firm a footing that she had ceased to believe that the pursuance of it cost him any pains. That she had held his love after the story of her shame she was aware; but that on reflection he could still want her for his wife she did not for an instant suppose; and she often thought that by degrees his attitude had become the one most natural to him.
By what a denial of nature, by what rigid41 self-restraint, the idea had been conveyed, nobody but the man himself could have told. No one else knew the bitterness of the suffering that had been endured to give her that feeling of right to remain; what impulses had been curbed42 and crushed back, that no scruples43 or misgivings44 should cross her peace. The circumstances in which they met now helped him much, or he; would have failed, despite his efforts; and to fail, he understood, would be to prove unworthy of, her trust—it would be to see her go out from his life for ever. Still want her? So intensely, so devoutly45 did he want her, that, shadowed by sin as she was, she was holier to him than any other woman upon earth—fairer than any other gift at God's bestowal46. He would have taken her to his heart with as profound a reverence47 as if no shame had ever touched her. If all the world had been cognizant of her disgrace, he would have triumphed to cry "My wife!" in the ears; of all the world. A baser love might well have; thirsted for her too, but it would have had its hours of hesitation48. Kincaid's had none. No flood of passion blinded his higher judgment49 and urged him on; no qualms50 of convention intervened and gave him pause. It was with his higher judgment that he prayed for her. His love burned steadily51, clearly. The situation lacked only one essential for the ideal: the love of the penitent52 whom he longed to raise. The complement53 was missing. The fallen woman who had confessed her guilt54, the man's devotion that had withstood the test—these were there. But the devotion was unreturned, the constancy was not desired. He could only wait, and try to hope; wondering if her tenderness would waken in the end, wondering how he would learn it if it did.
To break his word by pleading again was a thing that he could do only in the belief that she would listen to him with happiness. If he misread her mind and spoke too soon, he not merely committed a wrong—he destroyed the slender link that there was between them, for he made it impossible for her to stay on. And yet, how to divine? how, without speaking, to ascertain55? What could be gathered from the deep grey eyes, the serious face, the slim-robed figure, as he sometimes stood beside her, guarding his every look and schooling56 his voice? How could he tell if she cared for him unless he asked her? how could he ask her unless he had reason to suppose that she did? The nature of their association seemed to him to impose an insurmountable barrier between them; in freer parlance57 a ray of the truth might be discernible. When she had been here a year he determined58 to gain an opportunity to talk with her alone. He would talk, if not on matters nearest to him, at least on topics less formal than those to which their conversation was limited in the ward11!
Such an opportunity, however, did not lie to his hand. It was difficult to compass without betraying himself, and, in view of the present difficulties, he appeared to have had so many advantages earlier that he marvelled60 at his having turned them to so little account. Their acquaintance at the villa during his mother's lifetime appeared to him, by comparison, to have afforded every facility that he was to-day denied, and he frequently recalled the period with passionate61 regret; he thought that he had never appreciated it at its worth, though, indeed, he had only failed to benefit by it. The villa now was tenanted by a lady with two children; and Mary often passed it, recalling the period also, albeit62 with a melancholy63 vaguer than his. One morning, as she went by, the door was open—the children were coming out—and she had a glimpse of the hall.
They came down the steps, carrying spades and pails, bound for the beach, like herself. The elder of them might have been nine years old, and, belonging to the familiar house, they held a little sad interest for her. She wondered, as they preceded her along the pavement, in which of the rooms they slept, and if the different furniture had altered the aspect of it much. She thought she would like to speak to them when the sands were reached, and——Then she saw Seaton Carew! Her heart jerked to her throat. Her gaze was riveted64 on him; she couldn't withdraw it. They were advancing towards each other; he was looking at her. She saw recognition flash across his features, and turned her head. The people to right and left swayed a little—and she had passed him. It had taken just fifteen seconds, but she could not remember what she had been thinking of when she saw him. The fifteen seconds had held for her more emotion than the last twelve months.
Her knees trembled. She supposed he must be at the theatre this week. But, when she saw a playbill outside the music-seller's, she was afraid to examine it lest he might be staring after her. She walked on excitedly. She was filled with a tremulous elation40, which she cared neither to define nor to acknowledge. She reflected that she had left the hospital a few minutes earlier than usual, and that otherwise she might have missed him. "Missed" was the word of her reflection. She wondered where he was staying—in which streets the professional lodgings65 were. She felt suddenly strange in the town not to know. She had been here three years, and she did not know—how odd! In turning a corner she saw another advertisement of the theatre, this time on a hoarding66. The day was Monday, and the paper was still shiny with the bill-sticker's paste. She was screened from observation, and for a moment she paused, devouring67 the cast with a rapid glance. His wife's name didn't appear, so it wasn't their own company. She hurried on again. The sight of him had acted on her like a strong stimulant68. Without knowing why, she was exhilarated. The air was sweeter, life was keener; she was athirst to reach the shore and, in her favourite spot, to yield herself up wholly to sensation.
And how little he had changed! He seemed scarcely to have changed at all. He looked just as he used to look, though he must have gone through much since the night they parted. Ah, how could she forget that parting—how allow the fires of it to wane69? It was pitiful that, feeling things so intensely when they happened, one was unable to keep the intensity70 alive. The waste! The puerility71 of loving or hating, of mourning or rejoicing so violently in life, when the passage of time, the interposition of irrelevant72 incident, would smear73 the passion that was all-absorbing into an experience that one called to mind!
She sank on to a bench upon the slope of ragged74 grass that merged75 into the shingles76 and the sand. The sea, vague and unruffled, lay like a sheet of oil, veiled in mist except for one bright patch on the horizon where it quivered luminously77. She bent78 her eyes upon the sea, and saw the past. His voice struck her soul before she heard his footstep. "Mary!" he said, and she knew that he had followed her.
She did not speak, she did not move. The blood surged to her temples, and left her body cold. She struggled for self-command; for the ability to conceal79 her agitation80; for the power she yearned81 to gather of blighting82 him with the scorn she craved83 to feel.
"Won't you speak to me?" he said. He came round to her side, and stood there, looking down at her. "Won't you speak?" he repeated—"a word?"
"I have nothing to say to you," she murmured. "I hoped I should never see you any more."
He waited awkwardly, kicking the soil with the point of his boot, his gaze wandering from her over the ocean—from the ocean back to her.
"I have often thought about you," he said at last in a jerk. "Do you believe that?"
She kept silent, and then made as if to rise.
"Do you believe that I have thought about you?" he demanded quickly. "Answer me!"
"It is nothing to me whether you have thought or not. I dare say you have been ashamed when you remembered your disgrace—what of it?"
"Yes," he said, "I have been ashamed. You were always too good for me; I ought never to have had anything to do with a woman like you."
She had not risen; she was still in the position in which he had surprised her; and she was sensible now of a dull pain at the unexpectedness of his conclusion.
"Why have you followed me?" she said coldly. "What for?"
"What for? I didn't know you were in the town, I hadn't an idea—and I saw you suddenly. I wanted to speak to you."
"What is it you want to say?"
"Mary!"
"Yes; what do you want to say? I'm not your friend; I'm not your acquaintance: what have you got to speak to me about?"
"I meant," he stammered—"I wanted to ask you if it was possible that—that you could ever forgive the way I behaved to you."
"Is that all?" she asked in a hard voice.
"How you have altered!... Yes, I don't know that there's anything else."
She did not reply, and he regarded her irresolutely84.
"Can you?"
"No," she said. "Why should I forgive you—because time has gone by? Is that any merit of yours? You treated me brutally85, infamously86. The most that a woman can do for a man I did for you; the worst that a man can do to a woman you did to me. You meet me accidentally and expect me to forgive? You must be a great deal less worldly-wise than you were three years ago."
She turned to him for the first time since he had joined her, and his eyes fell.
"I didn't expect," he said; "I only asked. So you're a nurse again, eh?"
"Yes."
He gave an impatient sigh, the sigh of a man; who realises the discordancy87 of life and imperfectly resigns himself to it.
"We're both what we used to be, and we're both older. Well, I'm the worse off of the two, if that's any consolation88 to you. A woman's always getting opportunities for new beginnings."
She checked the retort that sprang to her lips, eager to glean89 some knowledge of his affairs, though she could not bring herself to put a question; and after a moment she rejoined indifferently:
"You got the chance you were so anxious for. I understood your marriage was all that was necessary to take you to London."
"I was in London—didn't you hear?" He was startled into naturalness, the actor's naive90 astonishment91 when he finds his movements are unknown to anyone. "We had a season at the Boudoir, and opened with The Cast of the Die. It was a frost; and then we put on a piece of Sargent's. That might have been worked into a success if there had been money enough left to run it at a loss for a few weeks, but there wasn't. The mistake was not to have opened with it, instead. And the capital was too small altogether for a London show; the exes were awful! It would have been better to have been satisfied with management in the provinces if one had known how things were going to turn out. Now it's the provinces under somebody else's management. I suppose you think I have been rightly served?"
"I don't see that you're any worse off than you used to be."
"Don't you? You've no interest to see. I'm a lot worse off, for I've a wife and child to keep."
"A child! You've a child?" she said.
"A boy. I don't grumble92 about that, though; I'm fond of the kid, although I dare say you think I can't be very fond of anyone. But—— Oh, I don't know why I tell you about it—what do you care!"
They were silent again. The sun, a disc in grey heavens, smeared93 the vapour with a shaft94 of pale rose, and on the water this was glorified95 and enriched, so that the stain on the horizon had turned a deep red. Nearer land, the sea, voluptuously96 still, and by comparison colourless, had yet some of the translucence97 of an opal, a thousand elusive98 subtleties99 of tint100 which gleamed between the streaks101 of darkness thrown upon its surface from the sky. A thin edge of foam102 unwound itself dreamily along the shore. A rowing-boat passed blackly across the crimsoned103 distance, gliding104 into the obscurity where sky and sea were one. To their right the shadowy form of a fishing-lugger loomed105 indistinctly through the mist. The languor106 of the scene had, in contemplation, something emotional in it, a quality that acted on the senses like music from a violin. She was stirred with a mournful pleasure that he was here—a pleasure of which the melancholy was a part. The delight of union stole through her, more exquisite107 for incompletion.
"It's nothing to you whether I do badly or well," he said gloomily. And the dissonance of the complaint jarred her back to common-sense. "Yet it isn't long ago that we—good Lord! how women can forget; now it's nothing to you!"
"Why should it be anything?" she exclaimed. "How can you dare to remind me of what we used to be? 'Forget'?—yes, I have prayed to forget! To forget I was ever foolish enough to believe in you; to forget I was ever debased enough to like you. I wish I could forget it; it's my punishment to remember. Not because I sinned—bad as it is, that's less—but because I sinned for you! If all the world knew what I had done, nobody could despise me for it as I despise myself, or understand how I despise myself. The only person who should is you, for you know what sort of man I did it for!"
"I was carried away by a temptation—by ambition. You make me out as vile108 as if it had been all deliberately planned. After you had gone——"
"After I had gone you married your manageress. If you had been in love with her, even, I could make excuses for you; but you weren't—you were in love only with yourself. You deserted109 a woman for money. Your 'temptation' was the meanest, the most contemptible110 thing a man ever yielded to. 'Ambition'? God knows I never stood between you and that. Your ambition was mine, as much mine as yours, something we halved111 between us. Has anybody else understood it and encouraged it so well? I longed for your success as fervently112 as you did; if it had come, I should have rejoiced as much as you. When you were disappointed, whom did you turn to for consolation? But I could only give you sympathy; and she could give you power. And everything of mine had been given; you had had it. That was the main point."
"Call me a villain114 and be done—or a man! Will reproaches help either of us now?"
"Don't deceive yourself—there are noble men in the world. I tell you now, because at the time I would say nothing that you could regard as an appeal. It only wanted that to complete my indignity—for me to plead to you to change your mind!"
"I wish to Heaven you had done anything rather than go, and that's the truth!"
"I don't; I am glad I went—glad, glad, glad! The most awful thing I can imagine is to have remained with you after I knew you for what you were. The most awful thing for you as well: knowing that I knew, the sight of me would have become a curse."
"One mistake," he muttered, "one injustice115, and all the rest, all that came before, is blotted116 out; you refuse to remember the sweetest years of both our lives!"
She gazed slowly round at him with lifted head, and during a few seconds each looked in the other's face, and tried to read the history of, the interval in it. Yes, he had altered, after all. The eyes were older. Something had gone from him, something of vivacity117, of hope.
"Are you asking me to remember?" she said.
"You seem to forget what the injustice was done for."
"Mary, if you knew how wretched I am!"
"Ah," she murmured half sadly, half wonderingly, "what an egotist you always are! You meet me again—after the way we parted—and you begin by talking about yourself!"
He made a gesture—dramatic because it expressed the feeling that he desired to convey—and turned aside.
"May I question you?" he asked lamely118 the next minute. "Will you answer?"
"What is it that you care to hear?"
"Are you at the hospital?"
"Yes."
"For long? I mean, is it long since you came to Westport?"
"I have been here nearly all the time."
"And do—how—is it comfortable?"
"Oh," she said, with a movement that she was unable to repress, "let us keep to you, if we must talk at all. You'll find it easier."
"Why will you be so cruel?" he exclaimed. "It is you who are unjust now. If I'm awkward, it is because you're so curt119. You have all the right on your side, and I have the weight of the past on me. You asked me why I spoke to you: if you had been less to me than you were—if, I had thought about you less than I have—I shouldn't have spoken. You might understand the position is a very hard one for me; I am altogether at your mercy, and you show me none."
The hands in her lap trembled a little, and after a pause she said in a low voice:
"You expect more from me than is possible; I've suffered too much."
"My trouble has been worse. Ah! don't smile like that; it has been far worse! You've, anyhow, had the solace120 of knowing you've been illused; I've felt all the time that my bed was of my own making and that I behaved like a blackguard. Whatever I have to put up with I deserve, I'm quite aware of it; but the knowledge makes it all the beastlier. My life isn't idyllic121, Mary; if it weren't for the child——Upon my soul, the only moments I get rid of my worries are when I'm playing with the child, or when I'm drunk!"
"Your marriage hasn't been happy?"
He shrugged122 his shoulders.
"We don't fight; we don't throw the furniture at each other and have the landlady123 up, like—what was their name?—the Whittacombes. But we don't find the days too short to say all we've got to tell each other, she and I; and——Oh, you can't think what a dreadful thing it is to be in front of a woman all day long that you haven't got anything to say to—it's awful! And she can't act and she doesn't get engagements, and it makes her peevish124. She might get shopped along with me for small parts—in fact, she did once or twice—but that doesn't satisfy her; she wants to go on playing lead, and now that the money's gone she can't. She thinks I mismanaged the damned money and advised her badly. She hadn't been doing anything for a year till the spring, and then she went out with Laura Henderson to New York. Poor enough terms they are for America! But she's been grumbling125 so much that I believe she'd go on as an Extra now, rather than nothing, so long as I wasn't playing lead to another woman in the same crowd."
She traced an imaginary pattern with her finger on the seat. He was still standing126, and suddenly his face lighted up.
"There's Archie!" he said.
"Archie?"
"The boy."
A child of two years, in charge of a servant-girl, was at the gate of one of the cottages behind them.
"You take him about with you?"
"He was left with some people in town; I've just had him down, that's all. We finish on Saturday, and there's the sea; I thought two or three weeks of it would do him good. Will you—may he come over to you?"
He held out his arms, and the child, released from the servant's clasp, toddled127 smilingly across the grass, a plump little body in pelisse and cape5. The gaitered legs covered the ground slowly, and she watched his child running towards him for what seemed a long time before Carew caught him up.
"This is Archie," he said diffidently; "this is he."
"Oh," she said, in constrained128 tones, "this is he?"
The man stood him on the bench, with a pretence129 of carelessness that was ill done, and righted his hat quickly, as if afraid that the action was ridiculous. The sight of him in this association had something infinitely130 strange to her—something that sharpened the sense of separation, and made the past appear intensely old and ended.
"Put him down," she said; "he isn't comfortable."
"Do you think he looks strong?"
"Yes, of course, very. Why?"
"I've wondered—I thought you'd know more about it than I do. Is Archie a good boy?"
"Yes," answered the child. "Mamma!"
"Don't talk nonsense—mamma's over there!" He pointed113 to the sea. "He talks very well, for his age, as a rule; now he's stupid."
"Oh, let him be," she said, looking at the baby-face with deep eyes; "he's shy, that's all."
"Mamma!" repeated the mite59 insistently131, and laid a hand on her long cloak.
"The thumb's wrong," she murmured after a pause in which the man and woman were both embarrassed; "see, it isn't in!"
She drew the tiny glove off, and put it on once more, taking the fragile fingers in her own, and parting with them slowly. A feeling complex and wonderful crept into her heart at the voice of Tony's child; a feeling of half-reluctant tenderness, coupled with an aching jealousy132 of the woman that had borne one to him.
They made a group to which any glance would have reverted—the old-young man, who was obviously the father, the baby, and the thoughtful woman, whose costume proclaimed her to be a nurse. The costume, indeed, was not without its influence on Carew. It reminded him of the days of his first acquaintance with her—days since which they had been together, and separated, and drifted into different channels. Having essayed matrimony as a means to an end, and proved it a cul-de-sac, he blamed the woman with whom he had blundered very ardently133, and would have been gratified to descant134 on his mistake to the other one, who was more than ever attractive because she had ceased to belong to him. The length of veil falling below her waist had, to his fancy, a cloistral135 suggestion which imparted to his allusions136 to their intimacy137 an additional fascination138; and Archie's presence had seldom occupied his attention so little. Yet he was fonder of this offshoot of himself than he had been of her even in the period that the dress recalled; and it was because she dimly understood the fact that the child touched her so nearly. Like almost every man in whom the cravings of ambition have survived the hope of their fulfilment, he dwelt a great deal on the future of his; son; longed to see his boy achieve the success; which he had come to realise would never be attained139 by himself, and lost in the interest of fatherhood some of the poignancy140 of failure. The desire to talk to her of these and many other things was strong in him, but she roused herself from reverie and said good-bye, as if on impulse, just as he was meaning to speak.
"I shall see you again?"
"I think not."
Then he would have asked if they parted in peace, but her leave-taking was too abrupt141 even for him to frame the inquiry142.
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