"What would be the end of it all?"
I shuddered2 when I remembered the strange, sad looks he gave me sometimes. Would it be possible to carry our friendship unsullied through the flames of passion? And then the question rose again, which I had believed to have silenced for ever, with many a beautiful phrase—the question of all Philistines3!
"Why does he not marry me? Why not?"
On account of my poverty, and my humble4 station in life! But could such things come into consideration if a man loved a woman truly? And love me he did, or else how could I account for the interest he took in me, and for his ever ready and never failing devotion? I tried to find something similar among the girls I knew. There was, however, nothing similar. Whenever they touched upon matters of the heart, they smiled a cunning little smile that only disgusted me, but never made me any the wiser.
My poems began to be of a meditative5, doleful, over-subtle nature, and he, round whose figure revolved6 all my dreams, my thoughts, my verses, criticized and corrected the lines, that held all the unspeakable woe7 and longing8 of my soul, criticized and corrected them with an odd smile on his face sometimes, and with looks grave, sad, far away, at other times. And then there came nights which brought no slumber9 to me; nights when I lay awake till daybreak,asking myself that one dull, torturing question, over and over again, until at last its answer flashed quick as lightning into my brain....
One day when we met again, he said:
"I am not quite satisfied with your progress."
"What do you mean?"
"Simply that you are treating one subject in your poems over and over again. That is, of course, not in the least surprising, since you limit your experience of people and their ways to one place only."
My heart beat faster, but I succeeded in hiding my emotion, and answered with some hesitation10:
"I, too, have thought of that already." And then I added still more hesitatingly: "And I should like to go away."
We looked at each other now and knew that we lied; but the redeeming11 words that were in heart and throat died away before the feigned12 indifference13 on our faces.
"Where to?" he asked at last.
But I shrank back now—the die was about to be cast; all the dog-like attachment14 and faithfulness of my sex broke loose, all the ardent15 desire of happiness that had been waiting quietly and submissively for so long stood up, every beat of my heart, every thought of my brain said "No." The minutes passed and I made no answer; testing, like a sounding lead, his looks searched my soul, and all at once I saw how his lips twisted, and there it was again, the old malicious16 smile that I had grown to hate and fear so much. I never understood it before, but comprehended it now all in a moment. He did not consider me strong enough to part from him; more, he considered no woman strong enough to part from the man she happened to love; nay17, more, he despised every woman, every girl that lived, and, knowing that, I knew also, that not even an atom of his soul belonged to me so far, that the battle which I had taken up instinctively18, as it were, was not yet by any means won.
"Where to!" he asked again.
With the quick instinct of someone hunted I realized my position, and now I smiled inspite of the tears that sprang up behind my eyelids19.
"To England."
"Why to England?"
"Do you know anybody in London?"
"No; that, however, matters little; all that matters is the money for the journey."
After that he grew very grave and was silent for a long while.
"You know," he said at last, "that you have a friend."
A few days after that conversation I fell ill with inflammation of the lungs, and had to spend several weeks in the hospital. At last when I had recovered the doctor told me that I was not strong enough for a situation, but needed careful nursing and entire rest in order to effect a complete recovery.
"Could you not go home for some time?" my mistress asked me.
"Where was my home?" I thought to myself.
But far too proud to tell her, I agreed, and left Buda-Pesth behind me for the second time.
My parents had moved to Vienna in the meantime. They had not told me much about the change, and in my heart of hearts I wondered what the new shop and the new lodging21 would be like. When I arrived there, however, I became very down-hearted. It was a picture of misery22 and desolation. The shop was very small and almost empty, and the lodging consisted of a single room that contained nothing but a little iron stove, one or two beds, a table, and a chair. Moreover, being underground, it received but little air and light. My father was alone at home, and after having greeted him I asked for my mother. He told me that she had taken a place as charwoman, and would not be in before eight o'clock in the evening. Without taking off my hat or my jacket, I sat down on one of the beds and listened silently to all that my father said. I had heard the same over and over again, and now I listened to it once more.
"Do you think that you will have room for me?" I asked at last.
"Of course," he replied; "but you will have to sleep in one bed with the children."
"Where are the children?"
"Out making money."
"How?"
"They are selling papers."
"As soon as I feel better I will work too."
"The main point is that you should be well again."
I looked round the small, badly-aired room.
"I am afraid I shall never get well here."
"Since mother is away from home all day long, I am doing the cooking," he said; "and I think a cup of coffee will do you good."
After that he broke some brushwood across his knees, and laid the fire in the stove. But as soon as he had put a match to the stove it began to smoke terribly.
"That's only from the draught," my father said apologetically; "it will soon pass off."
And so it did, but not before the whole room was clouded.
My eyes smarted and my throat felt sore, but I said nothing, and drank the coffee that my father handed me in a cracked cup. I thought of my brother, and could not understand how it was that he gave them no help.
"Where is he?" I asked aloud.
"Who?"
"Charlie."
At that my father grew very sad.
"It is very unfortunate," he replied, "but he has been out of work for sometime."
"Where is he?"
"He is living with us of course."
"It can't be helped; it must do for us."
Later on my mother came in with the children, who, after having sold their papers, had watched for her at the house where she did her work.
When the scanty24 supper was over, and it grew late, my brother arrived. I was greatly shocked. He had changed completely. His face looked pale and haggard, black circles were around his eyes, his hair hung wildly over his forehead, his figure was lean, and his movements had lost all their former gracefulness25.
I controlled as well as I could the effect which this sad sight had produced upon me, and shook hands with him.
"I am afraid," he said, with the same touch of cynicism in his voice which I had noticed whenever he had spoken to me before—"I am afraid that you won't very much enjoy staying with us."
"As soon as I have recovered," I answered, "I will put everything in order."
"Put everything in order," my brother shouted, shaking with laughter; "do you really think that this man"—he pointed26 to my father—"would ever allow such a thing? Let me tell you that your honourable27 papa is extremely fond of dirt."
"Stop it!" he shouted; "do you hear?"
"Yes," my brother replied, and made himself ready to fight.
I sprang to my feet and placed myself with clasped hands before my father.
"Pray do not listen to what he says," I cried between my tears and sobs31; "you know that I do not believe a single word of it."
"For your sake," my father replied; then his clenched32 fists dropped and he left the room hurriedly.
"He is, of course, acting33 the offended part now," my brother continued in the same scornful way as before, "and I hope for goodness' sake that you will not be influenced by this comedian34 and feel pity, which would be ill-placed in his case. You have been away these last years and have had no opportunity to get to know him fully35. I, however, see through his game, and so will you after you have spent some time at home. At present you may see in me a scoundrel or something near to it, but I can assure you that although circumstances compel me to live under the same roof with these common people, I am still the gentleman that I was before. Schiller says somewhere in his dramas, a jewel remains36 a jewel even should it happen to get mixed up with dung. As it is, I am a man whom life has cruelly disappointed only because his ideals were too fine and his dreams touched heaven. It is true that I am perhaps one of the most questionable37 creatures to-day, but wait for half a year, or say a year—my head is filled with ideas which will, when worked out, affect like an explosion our entire code of laws, together with the whole life as we conceive it to-day. Outwardly I am a waiter, a rogue38, or whatever you like, but inwardly I am at work on a kingdom for millions of beings who now toil39 away half-starved in obscurity—and that kingdom of mine holds a crown for everyone."
"It strikes me that you should first have one for yourself," I said.
My brother shrugged his shoulders.
"I can scarcely expect you to understand my point, since you are still too much swallowed up by the mud of your origin, and therefore utterly40 incapable41 of following my ideas. The great doctrine42 of reincarnation is all Greek to you, and you can hardly see that according to its teaching I am your brother only by chance. As little do you dream that most probably I have been a powerful conqueror43, or creator of kingdoms, centuries ago. My great hope of being proud of you some day has, alas44, proved to be as fictitious45 as all my other hopes have proved themselves to be, and I must now alone—great men have ever stood alone—carry out my task."
My mother, who most probably was used to such speeches, had gone fast asleep on her chair, and I went out to see what had become of my father. I found him in a dingy-looking, badly-smelling courtyard, and begged him to come in. He went back into the room with me, and no further quarrels ensued that night. Later on my father and my brother prepared to go to sleep on the floor.
I had laid myself down on one of the torn mattresses46, and had closed my eyes at once in order to make them believe that I had gone to sleep. As soon, however, as all were silent I sat up and looked round in wild despair. My mother, tired of her daily work, slept soundly, and I listened to her breathing for a while. Then I glanced over to where my brother lay. He looked now even leaner and taller than before, and his face, all unguarded, showed such a strange expression of disappointment, woe, and pain, that for the moment I forgot his vanity, his brutality48, his arrogance49. A great pity sprang up within me for his early-spoiled youth, his strange, passionate50 nature lashing51 him, as it were, never granting him a second's rest nor reconciliation52 to his fate. He hated my father because he thought that bad management of the business had been the reason for all our misfortune. But he was wrong. I knew for a certainty that my father had given large credit to people who afterwards did not pay, and the natural consequence of it was that he himself became unable to pay for the goods he had received. Besides all that, there were the large number of children and other matters, which would have melted a bigger capital than my father had ever possessed53. It is true that one might say there was no need for him to give credit to people who could or would not pay, but he was too generous and too good-hearted to refuse. Being himself a child of the poor, he understood the bitterness of want, and if he had given way too much to such feelings, he had, God knows, not escaped punishment.
I could not for a long time take my eyes from my father and my brother, who now slept so peacefully side by side as if an ill word had never passed between them.
My mother had to leave home very early next morning, and after the poor breakfast was over, my brother seated himself at the table and called my two little brothers to him.
"Come on, you lazy-bones; go and get your books!" he shouted, after which they produced a few dirty books from a corner. My brother then commenced the lesson with them; he was, however, very rude, and boxed their ears for trifling54 things. Once he gave the youngest a brutal47 kick, at which I sprang to my feet and, placing myself with clenched fists before him, said:
"Don't you touch him again!"
My brother fell into a terrible rage.
"That's the thanks I get from you, I guess,"he roared, "for spoiling my whole career in giving up my time to educate the boys, a thing which it is true you all consider superfluous55. Do you believe that I can quietly see them grow up and become such rogues56 as I have become, only because I have had no education? Where are you, you dogs?" he shouted, turning to the table again.
But while he had been disputing with me the boys had run away.
"There you are," he said to me, "they are no more afraid of the devil than they are of books. Like sire, like son! The boys are not a bit better than their honourable begetter57. However, I trust I shall be able to steady them yet, and will see who is the master here."
After he had for a while scolded and reproached me for my incomprehensible shortsightedness in taking the part of these miserable58 boys, he reached down a shabby felt hat and disappeared.
When he had left my father entered the room; I could see that he tried to avoid the company of my brother as much as possible.
"What are you going to do?" I asked him, because he was putting on a large blue overall.
"I am going to tidy the room, and after that I am going to cook."
He took a broom and began to sweep the floor. I would much rather have done it myself, but the weariness in my knees was so great that I could hardly stand up, so I remained seated on the edge of the bed and watched him silently. After a while I asked him:
"Have you thought over where I shall go to?"
"Well, the best thing for you to do would be to go into the country."
"But that must not come too expensive."
"You might go up to the mill. I saw uncle last week, and they would certainly be pleased to have you there for some time."
My joy was very great. I had not been there for so many years, and the thought of strolling once more through those lovely meadows filled me with delight.
"There is only one thing," my father continued, scratching his head in some embarrassment59, "the fare will amount to at least four to five shillings, but I must try and get the money somehow."
"That is not necessary; I have got as much myself."
"Well, then there are no further difficulties, and if you will tell me when you want to go I will write immediately."
I should have liked best to go at once, but since I did not want to arrive there unexpectedly, I decided60 to stay at home for a week. During that week I suffered terribly. The violent scenes between my father and my brother drove me almost mad with anxiety and fear. I hailed the day of my departure with the greatest joy, and spent five quiet weeks with the very aged61 relations of my mother.
The pure, lovely air, together with the sunshine and the wonderful tranquillity62 all around, soon made me feel better, and I was able to walk again without pains in my knees. As soon as I felt better I asked myself: "What now?" The thought of remaining at home was unbearable63 to me, and yet I considered it to be my duty to stand by my parents in their troubles. I turned the question over and over again in my mind, but much as I thought and much as I reasoned, there was no way out. "I must stay at home," I said to myself, "to work for them, and the sooner I begin the better for us all."
With that resolution I returned to Vienna. The conditions of my parents were, of course, still the same, and I was very anxious to find work in order to contribute to our livelihood64. After looking about for some time, I obtained a situation during the afternoons to look after a boy of nine years of age, whose mother had come over from America and intended to stay in Vienna until January.
But bravely as I worked, and much as I tried to feel happy and contented65, I was far from being so. The common misery, and more than that the quarrels between my father and my brother which were ever sought for by the latter, affected66 me greatly, and my scarcely recovered health began to fail again. When I came home in the evening I used to sit down at the small window and stare out in the little courtyard, which was surrounded by a grey, massive wall, at the top of which, looking like a roof, hung a piece of sky.
It happened many times that I still sat there after the courtyard wall and sky had long become invisible, and a single lonesome gas-jet timidly streamed forth67 its cool, pale, trembling rays through the darkness.
But when I knew myself alone, I burst into tears—into those tears which, in spite of all their bitterness, soothe68 and relieve.
My mother often looked at me with sorrowful, troubled eyes, but the only answer I made to her silent questions was a woeful little smile.
"What could I have told her?" She did not know that another thing tortured me besides the misery of poverty that we all shared. She did not know him, nor would she have understood it all. So I suffered on, and suffered inexpressibly. Now and again I received a letter from him—cool, formal lines, containing sometimes in a light, casual way the question, "What was I going to do?"
I read these notes a thousand times, hid them away like costly69 treasures, and reflected in a helpless, stupid manner on the wonderful endurance and submission70 of a girl's love. And once in the midst of these reflections I remembered suddenly the little story called "Morgan" which he had given me first to read—remembered the man full of restless desire, the dreamer, the idealist, the conqueror, the despiser, who was by the purity and virtue71 of a woman brought to acknowledge "love" at last. And whilst I yet pondered over it, my heart grew strangely calm.
"Mother," I said the same evening, "would it not be far the best if I went away again? I would, of course, send home my monthly wages, so there would be no difference in the money, and one less to feed."
My mother gave me a quick, uncertain glance, and said in a singular, hesitating manner: "You want to go back to Buda-Pesth, don't you?"
I felt my heart beat to my very throat, but my eyes, as they looked into hers, did not waver. "No," I answered, "I want to go to England."
At first it seemed that she was relieved from some secret fear, then her face looked the same again.
"Yes, it would be far the best," she replied, in the tired, tormented72 voice of those who had given up all hope.
When everyone had gone to sleep, I sat down to write to my friend. Trembling with excitement and haste, repeating the same thing over and over again, I asked him to send me the money to go to London. His answer arrived two days later—lines so full of tenderness, readiness, and devotion, that the tears thronged73 into my eyes. "Would I not arrange to see him before I went away?" he asked at the end. But of that I would not think. I knew the charm, the power of his eyes, and trembled for my victory so hardly won.
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