Of course everybody knows the Young People's Monitor. It is one of the most successful among the penny weeklies, and in addition to its sensational3 stories and moral essays, it gives advice gratis4 to all and sundry5 in its correspondence columns upon every conceivable subject that our common peccant or ignorant humanity can possibly inquire about. Now, Harry Pallant happened to be the particular person employed by the editor of this omniscient6 journal to supply the answers to the weekly shoals of anxious interrogators de omni scibili. His legal learning came in handy for the purpose, and being a practised London journalist as well, his knowledge of life stood him in good stead at this strange piece of literary craftsmanship7. But the whole affair was "in strict confidence," as the Monitor announced. It was a point of honour between himself and the editor that the secret of the correspondence column should be jealously guarded from all and several; so Harry Pallant, accustomed, lawyer-like, to keeping secrets, had never mentioned his connection with the Monitor in this matter even to Louie. It came as part of his week's work at his chambers8 in the Temple, and it was duly finished and sent off to press, without note or comment, on the same day, in true business-like barrister fashion.
The first letter that Harry opened and listlessly glanced through with his experienced eye was one of the staple9 Monitor kind—Stella or Euphemia had quarrelled, in a moment of pique10, with her lover, and was now dying of anxiety to regain11 his affections. Harry scribbled12 a few words of kindly13 chaff14 and sound advice in reply upon a blank sheet of virgin15 foolscap, and tossed the torn fragments of letter number one into the capacious mouth of his waste-paper basket.
The second letter requested the editor's candid16 opinion[Pg 284] upon a short set of amateur verses therewith enclosed. Harry's candid opinion, muttered to himself beneath his moustache, was too unparliamentary for insertion in full; but he toned its verbal expression down a little in his written copy, and passed on hastily to the others in order.
"Camilla" would like to know, in strict confidence (thrice underlined), what is the editor's opinion of her style of handwriting. "A Draper's Assistant" is desirous to learn how the words "heterogeneous17" and "Beethoven" are usually pronounced in the best society. "Senex," having had a slight difference as to the buttered toast with his present landlady18 (in whose house he has lodged19 for forty years), would be glad of any advice as to how, at his age, he is to do without her. "H. J. K." has just read with much surprise a worthless pamphlet, proving that the inhabitants of the northern divisions of Staffordshire and Warwickshire are the lost Ten Tribes of Israel, and cannot imagine how this reckless assertion can be scripturally reconciled with the plain statements of the prophet Habakkuk, which show that the descendants of Manasseh are really to be looked for in the county of Sligo. And so forth20, though every variety of male feebleness and feminine futility21, in answer to all which Harry turned off his hasty rejoinder with the dexterous22 ease acquired of long practice and familiar experience.
At last he came in due course to a small white envelope, of better paper and style than the others, marked "17" in red pencil on the back in the formal hand of the systematic23 editor. He turned it over with mechanical carelessness. To his immense amusement and no little surprise, he saw at once, by the writing of the address, that the note came from his own Louie!
What could Louie have to ask of advice or information from the anonymous24 editor of the Young People's Monitor?
He stood for a moment, with a quiet smile playing about his lips, thinking to himself that he had often[Pg 285] wondered whether he should ever get a letter thus incognito25 from any person among his private acquaintances. And now he had got one from Louie herself. How very funny! How truly ridiculous! And how odd too that she shouldn't even have told him beforehand she was going to write for counsel or assistance to the Young People's Monitor!
And then a strange doubt flashed idly for a moment across his mind—a doubt that he felt immediately ashamed of. What possible subject could there be on which Louie could want advice and aid from an editor, a stranger, an unknown and anonymous impersonal26 entity27, rather than from him, Harry, her own husband, her natural guide, assistant, and counsellor? It was odd, very odd—nay, even disquieting28. Harry hardly knew what to make of the unexpected episode.
But next moment he had dismissed his doubts, though he stood still toying with the unopened envelope. He was half afraid to look inside it. Louie had only written, he felt sure, about some feminine trifle or other, some foolish point of petty etiquette—how to fold napkins mitre-fashion, or whether "P.P.O." cards should be turned down at the upper right or the lower left-hand corner—some absurd detail about which she would have laughed outright29 at his personal opinion, but would defer30 at once to the dignity of print, and the expressed verdict of the Young People's Monitor. So great is the power of printer's ink, that if you say a thing face to face, your own wife even will take no notice of it; but if you set it up in type anonymously31, she, and the world at large to boot, will treat it like an inspired oracle32 in stone fallen down direct from the seventh heaven.
And yet somehow Harry Pallant couldn't make up his mind at once to break open the tiny envelope of that mysterious, incomprehensible letter.
At last he broke it, and read it hurriedly. As he did[Pg 286] so a terrible, ominous33 pang34 came across his heart, and the writing, familiar as it was, swam illegibly35 in dancing lines before his strained and aching vision.
"Dear Mr. Editor," the letter began, somewhat shakily, "you give your advice and assistance to many people. Will you give it to me? Will you help me? Will you save me?
"This is my position. I was married young to a man I did not love, but liked and respected. I thought love would come afterwards. It never came. On the contrary, the longer I have lived with him the less I care for him. Not that he is unkind to me—he is good enough and generous enough in all conscience; but he inspires me with no affection and no enthusiasm. Till lately this was all I felt. I did not love him, but I jogged along comfortably somehow.
"Now, however, I find to my dismay that I am in love—not with him, but with another man a hundred times more congenial to my tastes and feelings in every way. I have done no wrong, but I think of him and live in him all my time. I cannot for a moment dismiss him from my thoughts. Oh, what am I to do? Tell me, help me!
"I can never love my husband—of that I am certain. I can never leave off loving the other—of that I am still more confident. Can you advise me? Can you relieve me? This torture is too terrible. It is killing36 me—killing me.
"Yours ever, in strict confidence,
"Egeria."
Harry Pallant gazed at that awful accusing letter in blank horror and speechless bewilderment. He could not even cry or groan37. He could not utter a word or shed a tear. The shock was so sudden, so crushing, so unexpected, so irretrievable![Pg 287]
He had never till that moment in the faintest degree doubted that Louie loved him as he loved her—devotedly, distractedly.
Why, that very morning, before he came away on his journey to the Temple, Louie had kissed him so tenderly and affectionately, and called him "darling," and wished he hadn't always to go to that horrid38 City. How the memory stung him!
Yes; that was the hardest thought of all. If Louie wrote it, Louie was a hypocrite. Not only did she not now love him—not only had she never loved him, but, lowest depth of misery39 and shame, she had pretended to love him when in her heart of hearts she hated and despised him. He couldn't believe it. He wouldn't believe it. In her own words, it was too terrible!
If Louie wrote it? He turned the letter over once more. Ah, yes, there was no denying it. It was Louie's handwriting—Louie's, Louie's. His brain reeled, but he could not doubt it or palter over it for a moment. Not even disguised—her very own handwriting. It was the seal of doom40 for him, yet he could not even pretend to disbelieve it.
He sat there long, incapable41 of realizing the full horror of that crushing, destroying, annihilating42 disclosure. It was useless trying to realize it—thank God for that! It so dazed and stunned43 and staggered and bewildered him that he fell for a time into a sort of hopeless lethargy, and felt and saw and thought of nothing.
At last he roused himself. He must go out. He rose from the table by the dingy44 window, took up his hat dreamily in his hand, and walked down the stairs, out of the gateway45, and into the full tide of life and bustle46 in busy Fleet Street.
The cooler air upon his forehead and the sight of so many hurrying, active figures sobered and steadied him. He walked with rapid strides as far as Charing47 Cross[Pg 288] Station, and then back again. After that, he came into his chambers once more, sat down resolutely48 at his table by himself, and began to write in a trembling shaky hand his answer to "Egeria."
How often he had written a different answer to just the same type of tragic49 little letter—an answer of the commonplace conventional morality, a small set sermon on the duties of wives and the rights of husbands—as though there was nothing more in that fearful disclosure than the merest fancy; and now, when at last it touched himself, how profoundly awful in their mockery of the truth those baldly respectable answers seemed to him!
"Egeria.—Your letter shall be treated, as you wish, in strict confidence. No one but ourselves shall ever know of it. You need not fear that H. P. will any longer prove a trouble to you. By the time you read this you will have learnt, or will shortly learn, that he is not in a position to cause you further discomfort50. This is the only intimation you will receive of his intention. You will understand what it all means soon after you read this communication."
He rang the hand-bell on the table for his boy, put the answers into a long blue envelope, and said mechanically in a dry voice, "To the Young People's Monitor. For press immediately." The boy nodded a mute assent51, and took them off to the office in silent obedience52.
As soon as he was gone Harry Pallant locked the door, flung himself upon the table with his head buried madly in his arms, and sobbed53 aloud in terrible despondency. He had found at least the relief of tears.
There was only one comfort. He was fully54 insured, and Hugh Ogilvie was a rich man. Louie at least would be well provided for. He cared for nothing except for Louie. If Louie was happier—happier without him, what further need had he got for living?
He had never thought before of Hugh, but now, now,[Pg 289] Dora's words came back to him at once, and he saw it all—he saw it all plainly.
Heaven be praised, they had no children! If they had had children—well, well, as things now stood, he could do what was best for Louie's happiness.
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