The fog persisted, turning the world to a strange and muffled1 place, and seeming by its secrecy2 to favour the evil deeds of men. Within its shroud3 a man bent4 on dark purposes might creep unobserved by his fellow-beings. It could be imagined to breed such purposes, as miasmic5 places breed fantastic lights and unwholesome growths. It was the more oppressive because it had no tangible6 weight; only the moral weight, and the obscuring of vision. It was a foul-playing foe7, insidious8 and feline9, not to be lifted by strength, or countered by resistance. It was stealthily horrible, as the destroyer of clarity, setting itself mutely but quite implacably against all bright and manifest things, against the proclamation of the sun and the sweet glory of the breeze. Like an influence that intentionally10 confuses clear thought and strong endeavour, discolouring all that is pure, fostering all that is obscure and fungoid, it 55made more difficult the road of the traveller, and, waiting ever outside the doors of houses, tried to slip in its unwholesome presence through any crack of door opened to admit it. It wreathed strangely around the corners of houses so entered. The inhabitants of Abbot’s Etchery spoke11 of it as a living thing. “He’s terrible thick to-day,” they said, or else, “He’s not thinking of going away from us as yet.”
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On the higher ground beyond the marshes12 the air was clear from fog. Here were knolls13 surmounted14 by clumps15 of beech-wood, the ground beneath the trees rusty16 with last year’s leaves, and the trunks of the beeches17 themselves bare, lofty, and processional, their clubbed heads shaven against the winter sky. From these knolls one looked down over the brown mirror of the floods, that surrounded the block of the village with the factory and the ancient abbey, and that were crossed until the eye lost it in distance by the great dyke18 carrying the road and the perspective of stark19 telegraph poles. But this was only when the fog had lifted. When the fog lay heavy, one looked down upon a white plain of cloud, 56blackened by a great smear20 and a fading trail where the smoke of the factory-chimneys rose to mix with it (the chimneys whose summits sometimes reared themselves through the fog like three giant fingers), and concealing21 beneath it who could tell what stress and labour, what hope or suffering, what secrecy of purpose, what web of mingled22 and obscurely tending lives?
On the higher ground amongst the beeches stood the big Georgian house belonging to Malleson, a director of the factory and local squire23 of the district. It was built to turn its back upon the flooded region, and from the front windows and colonnaded24 fa?ade the view stretched away over the gentle rise and fall of the midland country, the dun fields, clumps of bare trees, grey sky, and cawing rooks,—a landscape in dead and uneventful levels. Malleson was very well satisfied with it. His wife was not. Malleson found satisfaction in the dark tangle25 of the sleeping hedgerow and the dying brake, and was happy if with gun and spaniel he might wait at the top of a ride for the bolt of a rabbit, or might stand watching woodcutters at their cleavage, and, passing on, come upon a plough-team of his own horses straining 57across the shoulder of a hill under a wide heaven. He was content to lean over a gate looking across a bean-field, for so long a while that, like some animals, he took on the colour of his surroundings; a hare ran amongst the beans, sat listening upon its haunches, then ran again a little farther; a jay flashed blue between two clumps of hawthorn,—but Malleson, whose interest was professional, and who would never have owned to a more sentimental26 satisfaction, did not like jays in his woods any better than the presence of hares among his young beans.
Christine Malleson, his wife, hated the country, hated the Midlands, hated Malleson Place, Malleson’s spaniel, Malleson’s friends, Malleson’s relations, clothes, politics, point of view, position in the county, religion, appearance, conversation, and occupations. The only thing she liked about him was his money. In very early days, fifteen years ago, before she knew better, she had given him a son; but in the horror of that one experience,—which had, progressively, infringed27 upon her comfort, outraged28 her vanity, terrified her nearly out of her wits in one brief concentrated nightmare, and finally drawn29 down upon her the irony30 of Malleson’s joy, and of remarks designed to please her, smiling, congratulatory, 58immemorial, consecrated31, fatuous,—all that had taught her never to allow the experiment to be repeated. The months that Malleson obliged her to spend in the country were one long sulky lassitude; she rarely set foot beyond the garden, and in cool weather spent her days in overheated rooms; discontented and fastidious, picking up a book, reading the beginning, and, if that interested her, turning to read the end, but always too languid to read the middle; sleeping on her sofa after luncheon32, resting after tea, amusing herself by frequent change of clothes, sometimes staring out of the window while her be-ringed hand held back the muslin curtain, watching for the post that might cheer her by bringing some phrase of flattery or homage33, after which event remained only the long empty hours before she found herself, arrived there by some monotonous34 law of routine, sitting at dinner opposite Malleson.
She never listened to what he said, and indeed when they were alone he spoke very little. She usually leaned her head upon her hand as though she were weary, a head of lovely shape, drooping35 gracefully37; and picked at burnt almonds, or held a cigarette to her lips, for she had a habit that maddened 59Malleson, of smoking almost throughout a meal. It maddened him, yet he owned that his wife was a very graceful36 woman, sitting there languid, spoilt, indefinably but flowingly dressed, a woman unlike the wives of other country squires38, and within his very scrupulous39 heart he contested that he preferred her thus, that a woman was designed as an ornament40, not for the sturdier business of companionship. He knew that she despised him, and, humble41, accepted her estimate, ranging himself low, not putting into the opposite balance the esteem42 in which men held him. Having long since ceased to think that his conversation might attract her attention, only his loyalty43 withheld44 him from admitting to himself that he looked forward to the relief of the moment when she would nod to him and trail out of the room, and he might throw his legs over the arm of his chair with a pipe and a book until he began to reflect it was time for him to go to bed.
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She listened to him, however, while he told her about the inquest he had that day attended. She had volunteered an inquiry45, and when he said in 60mild surprise, “My dear, it never occurred to me to mention it, because I know you don’t care much for the factory,” she replied, “You may as well tell me,” thinking how little discrimination he showed between the things that might interest her and those that could not possibly be expected to do so, “Emma said something about it while I was dressing46.” “Gossip, of course,” he said, restrained but displeased47, and she shrugged48 and murmured, “Prig....”
In the end he told her, though without enthusiasm; and the story stirred the rather stagnant49 pool of her curiosity. One or two of his phrases, pronounced meditatively50, had put her on the scent51 of something unusual, something that might while away a portion of the dreary52 time, though calling for very little effort on her part,—she could not endure the idea of effort. “He speaks like an educated man,” her husband had said of the blind factory-hand, “or a great deal better than most educated men speak, and I believe he is entirely53 self-taught. It appears that he has a hunger for books.... And a born speaker, like some of those ranting54 parsons one hears sometimes talking to a crowd from a tub. All the makings of a demagogue. I should like to 61assist at one of his performances at the debating society; Calthorpe gives me to understand that they’re remarkable55. He’s full of ideas—Utopian mostly—exposes them ably, works them out in both scope and detail, convinces his audience, or at any rate stirs them—and then demolishes56 the whole fabric—out of pure devilry. I wonder what the fellow’s mind is like inside? A black business, I should fancy!”
“I have heard of him before,” said Lady Malleson.
“I dare say he is merely a disgruntled Socialist,” said Malleson, who was already ashamed of having been led away into such speculative57 wordiness.
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In the waste of hours, after that, she found her thoughts revolving58 constantly around her preconception of Silas Dene. At first she smiled indulgently to herself when she encountered that unknown but quite definitely conceived figure, again erect59 and motionless in the foreground of her mental vision; then she grew resentful of the unknown man who so imposed himself upon her attention, like a grave and persistent60 apparition61, bending upon her his unfaltering gaze. So long as he remained an evocation62, 62she could toy with him; fit theories on to him, like an artist draping a lay figure. She diverted herself greatly by thinking him out at leisure, ordering and re-ordering the procession of her ideas; it was true that she had heard but little about him, yet her theories were clearly formulated63: he must be a self-conscious man, humorously so perhaps, (she was not yet certain on the score of his humour, trying whether she liked him best with or without it), but in any case alarmingly so; but whether he had control over the trend of his life, as would seem to be indicated by his raising himself by his own effort above the intellectual level of his class, or the trend of his life over him, she was unable to decide. Was he that being for whom in her discontented, languid, tentative way she always sought,—for in her endlessly renewed hours of idleness she dallied64, not unintelligently, with a little practical philosophy,—was he, might he be, that being who lived in perfect consciousness, viewing each incident of life in instant proportion, not condemned65 to wait for the slow drawing out of years into perspective, but calm, secluded66, not so inhuman67 as to escape the passing ruffle68 of moods, nor so unreceptive as to escape the stimulus69 of new influences, but on the 63whole sternly planned, continuous, progressive, working towards a goal, not drifting towards some end unknown and concealed70 within the uncertainty71 of mists? This apprehension72, this quality of being aware, was by Christine Malleson so greatly envied, because it was in herself so totally lacking. What did she upon earth? what track would she leave, did she hope to leave? she could not have replied. Would she find in a blind factory-hand that rarest illumination, flung like a straight ray along a dark road,—clearness and wholeness of vision? She knew without being told that he would prove a man of strong opinions; that much might be said of many men, but would he have taken the further step, and welded the scattered73 material into a system, that could be a weapon of defence or offence, a pix so ably constructed as to appraise74 the worth of coin both large and small? Was he of that calibre? She thought, potentially yes. She raised her cigarette to her lips, watching the slim blue trail of smoke that rose without wavering in the warm air of the draughtless room. Silas Dene, surely, smoked a pipe, of pungent75 black tobacco, and along with the specific picture of him ramming76 in the shreds77, she played with the idea of herself as the wife or the 64mistress of such a man; he would be the experiment in a fine but natural metal, dross78 and dirt mingled with the gold of the nugget. She allowed herself to drift with the current of this amusement; she was alone, none could read her thoughts, a new luxury was precious to her appetite wearied by ennui79, and she had the frankness of acknowledging to herself her craving80 for any new sensation. She smoked in long inhalations, more concerned with the thought of what she might do to Silas Dene than with the apprehension of what Silas Dene might do to her. She would like to bewilder that man. She would like to test his arrogance81, break it if she could. She would like to prove to him that his control of life was based upon no true security. It could not be so based; no poor human could be truly immune. They might think themselves immune until the storm came along. Should she play this experiment, under the guise82 of Lady Bountiful, on Silas Dene? Should she indulge her curiosity at his expense? The first unseemliness of the idea passed away with surprising ease. He would help her to get through the weary country months. She had tried her hand at most things, this would be something new; something, therefore, amusing....
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