THE STORY
1
Benham was the son of a schoolmaster. His father was assistant first at Cheltenham, and subsequently at Minchinghampton, and then he became head and later on sole proprietor1 of Martindale House, a high-class preparatory school at Seagate. He was extremely successful for some years, as success goes in the scholastic2 profession, and then disaster overtook him in the shape of a divorce. His wife, William Porphyry's mother, made the acquaintance of a rich young man named Nolan, who was recuperating3 at Seagate from the sequelae of snake-bite, malaria4, and a gun accident in Brazil. She ran away with him, and she was divorced. She was, however, unable to marry him because he died at Wiesbaden only three days after the Reverend Harold Benham obtained his decree absolute. Instead, therefore, being a woman of great spirit, enterprise and sweetness, she married Godfrey Marayne, afterwards Sir Godfrey Marayne, the great London surgeon.
Nolan was a dark, rather melancholy5 and sentimental6 young man, and he left about a third of his very large fortune entirely7 to Mrs. Benham and the rest to her in trust for her son, whom he deemed himself to have injured. With this and a husband already distinguished8, she returned presently to London, and was on the whole fairly well received there.
It was upon the reverend gentleman at Seagate that the brunt of this divorce fell. There is perhaps a certain injustice9 in the fact that a schoolmaster who has lost his wife should also lose the more valuable proportion of his pupils, but the tone of thought in England is against any association of a schoolmaster with matrimonial irregularity. And also Mr. Benham remarried. It would certainly have been better for him if he could have produced a sister. His school declined and his efforts to resuscitate10 it only hastened its decay. Conceiving that he could now only appeal to the broader-minded, more progressive type of parent, he became an educational reformer, and wrote upon modernizing11 the curriculum with increasing frequency to the TIMES. He expended12 a considerable fraction of his dwindling13 capital upon a science laboratory and a fives court; he added a London Bachelor of Science with a Teaching Diploma to the school staff, and a library of about a thousand volumes, including the Hundred Best Books as selected by the late Lord Avebury, to the school equipment. None of these things did anything but enhance the suspicion of laxity his wife's escapade had created in the limited opulent and discreet14 class to which his establishment appealed. One boy who, under the influence of the Hundred Best Books, had quoted the ZEND-AVESTA to an irascible but influential15 grandfather, was withdrawn16 without notice or compensation in the middle of the term. It intensifies17 the tragedy of the Reverend Harold Benham's failure that in no essential respect did his school depart from the pattern of all other properly-conducted preparatory schools.
In appearance he was near the average of scholastic English gentlemen. He displayed a manifest handsomeness somewhat weakened by disregard and disuse, a large moustache and a narrow high forehead. His rather tired brown eyes were magnified by glasses. He was an active man in unimportant things, with a love for the phrase "ship-shape," and he played cricket better than any one else on the staff. He walked in wide strides, and would sometimes use the tail of his gown on the blackboard. Like so many clergymen and schoolmasters, he had early distrusted his natural impulse in conversation, and had adopted the defensive19 precaution of a rather formal and sonorous20 speech, which habit had made a part of him. His general effect was of one who is earnestly keeping up things that might otherwise give way, keeping them up by act and voice, keeping up an atmosphere of vigour21 and success in a school that was only too manifestly attenuated22, keeping up a pretentious23 economy of administration in a school that must not be too manifestly impoverished24, keeping up a claim to be in the scientific van and rather a flutterer of dovecots--with its method of manual training for example--keeping up ESPRIT DE CORPS25 and the manliness26 of himself and every one about him, keeping up his affection for his faithful second wife and his complete forgetfulness of and indifference27 to that spirit of distracting impulse and insubordination away there in London, who had once been his delight and insurmountable difficulty. "After my visits to her," wrote Benham, "he would show by a hundred little expressions and poses and acts how intensely he wasn't noting that anything of the sort had occurred."
But one thing that from the outset the father seemed to have failed to keep up thoroughly28 was his intention to mould and dominate his son.
The advent29 of his boy had been a tremendous event in the reverend gentleman's life. It is not improbable that his disposition30 to monopolize31 the pride of this event contributed to the ultimate disruption of his family. It left so few initiatives within the home to his wife. He had been an early victim to that wave of philoprogenitive and educational enthusiasm which distinguished the closing decade of the nineteenth century. He was full of plans in those days for the education of his boy, and the thought of the youngster played a large part in the series of complicated emotional crises with which he celebrated32 the departure of his wife, crises in which a number of old school and college friends very generously assisted--spending weekends at Seagate for this purpose, and mingling33 tobacco, impassioned handclasps and suchlike consolation34 with much patient sympathetic listening to his carefully balanced analysis of his feelings. He declared that his son was now his one living purpose in life, and he sketched36 out a scheme of moral and intellectual training that he subsequently embodied37 in five very stimulating38 and intimate articles for the SCHOOL WORLD, but never put into more than partial operation.
"I have read my father's articles upon this subject," wrote Benham, "and I am still perplexed39 to measure just what I owe to him. Did he ever attempt this moral training he contemplated40 so freely? I don't think he did. I know now, I knew then, that he had something in his mind.... There were one or two special walks we had together, he invited me to accompany him with a certain portentousness41, and we would go out pregnantly making superficial remarks about the school cricket and return, discussing botany, with nothing said.
"His heart failed him.
"Once or twice, too, he seemed to be reaching out at me from the school pulpit.
"I think that my father did manage to convey to me his belief that there were these fine things, honour, high aims, nobilities. If I did not get this belief from him then I do not know how I got it. But it was as if he hinted at a treasure that had got very dusty in an attic42, a treasure which he hadn't himself been able to spend...."
The father who had intended to mould his son ended by watching him grow, not always with sympathy or understanding. He was an overworked man assailed43 by many futile44 anxieties. One sees him striding about the establishment with his gown streaming out behind him urging on the groundsman or the gardener, or dignified45, expounding46 the particular advantages of Seagate to enquiring47 parents, one sees him unnaturally48 cheerful and facetious49 at the midday dinner table, one imagines him keeping up high aspirations50 in a rather too hastily scribbled51 sermon in the school pulpit, or keeping up an enthusiasm for beautiful language in a badly-prepared lesson on Virgil, or expressing unreal indignation and unjustifiably exalted52 sentiments to evil doers, and one realizes his disadvantage against the quiet youngster whose retentive54 memory was storing up all these impressions for an ultimate judgment55, and one understands, too, a certain relief that mingled56 with his undeniable emotion when at last the time came for young Benham, "the one living purpose" of his life, to be off to Minchinghampton and the next step in the mysterious ascent57 of the English educational system.
Three times at least, and with an increased interval58, the father wrote fine fatherly letters that would have stood the test of publication. Then his communications became comparatively hurried and matter-of-fact. His boy's return home for the holidays was always rather a stirring time for his private feelings, but he became more and more inexpressive. He would sometimes lay a hand on those growing shoulders and then withdraw it. They felt braced-up shoulders, stiffly inflexible59 or--they would wince60. And when one has let the habit of indefinite feelings grow upon one, what is there left to say? If one did say anything one might be asked questions....
One or two of the long vacations they spent abroad together. The last of these occasions followed Benham's convalescence61 at Montana and his struggle with the Bisse; the two went to Zermatt and did several peaks and crossed the Theodule, and it was clear that their joint62 expeditions were a strain upon both of them. The father thought the son reckless, unskilful, and impatient; the son found the father's insistence63 upon guides, ropes, precautions, the recognized way, the highest point and back again before you get a chill, and talk about it sagely64 but very, very modestly over pipes, tiresome65. He wanted to wander in deserts of ice and see over the mountains, and discover what it is to be benighted66 on a precipice67. And gradually he was becoming familiar with his father's repertory of Greek quotations68. There was no breach69 between them, but each knew that holiday was the last they would ever spend together....
The court had given the custody70 of young William Porphyry into his father's hands, but by a generous concession71 it was arranged that his mother should have him to see her for an hour or so five times a year. The Nolan legacy72, however, coming upon the top of this, introduced a peculiar73 complication that provided much work for tactful intermediaries, and gave great and increasing scope for painful delicacies74 on the part of Mr. Benham as the boy grew up.
"I see," said the father over his study pipe and with his glasses fixed75 on remote distances above the head of the current sympathizer, "I see more and more clearly that the tale of my sacrifices is not yet at an end.... In many respects he is like her.... Quick. Too quick.... He must choose. But I know his choice. Yes, yes,--I'm not blind. She's worked upon him.... I have done what I could to bring out the manhood in him. Perhaps it will bear the strain.... It will be a wrench76, old man--God knows."
He did his very best to make it a wrench.
2
Benham's mother, whom he saw quarterly and also on the first of May, because it was her birthday, touched and coloured his imagination far more than his father did. She was now Lady Marayne, and a prominent, successful, and happy little lady. Her dereliction had been forgiven quite soon, and whatever whisper of it remained was very completely forgotten during the brief period of moral kindliness77 which followed the accession of King Edward the Seventh. It no doubt contributed to her social reinstatement that her former husband was entirely devoid78 of social importance, while, on the other hand, Sir Godfrey Marayne's temporary monopoly of the caecal operation which became so fashionable in the last decade of Queen Victoria's reign79 as to be practically epidemic80, created a strong feeling in her favour.
She was blue-eyed and very delicately complexioned82, quick-moving, witty83, given to little storms of clean enthusiasm; she loved handsome things, brave things, successful things, and the respect and affection of all the world. She did quite what she liked upon impulse, and nobody ever thought ill of her.
Her family were the Mantons of Blent, quite good west-country people. She had broken away from them before she was twenty to marry Benham, whom she had idealized at a tennis party. He had talked of his work and she had seen it in a flash, the noblest work in the world, him at his daily divine toil84 and herself a Madonna surrounded by a troupe85 of Blessed Boys--all of good family, some of quite the best. For a time she had kept it up even more than he had, and then Nolan had distracted her with a realization86 of the heroism87 that goes to the ends of the earth. She became sick with desire for the forests of Brazil, and the Pacific, and--a peak in Darien. Immediately the school was frowsty beyond endurance, and for the first time she let herself perceive how dreadfully a gentleman and a scholar can smell of pipes and tobacco. Only one course lay open to a woman of spirit....
For a year she did indeed live like a woman of spirit, and it was at Nolan's bedside that Marayne was first moved to admiration90. She was plucky91. All men love a plucky woman.
Sir Godfrey Marayne smelt92 a good deal of antiseptic soap, but he talked in a way that amused her, and he trusted as well as adored her. She did what she liked with his money, her own money, and her son's trust money, and she did very well. From the earliest Benham's visits were to a gracious presence amidst wealthy surroundings. The transit93 from the moral blamelessness of Seagate had an entirely misleading effect of ascent.
Their earlier encounters became rather misty94 in his memory; they occurred at various hotels in Seagate. Afterwards he would go, first taken by a governess, and later going alone, to Charing95 Cross, where he would be met, in earlier times by a maid and afterwards by a deferential96 manservant who called him "Sir," and conveyed, sometimes in a hansom cab and later in a smart brougham, by Trafalgar Square, Lower Regent Street, Piccadilly, and streets of increasing wealth and sublimity97 to Sir Godfrey's house in Desborough Street. Very naturally he fell into thinking of these discreet and well-governed West End streets as a part of his mother's atmosphere.
The house had a dignified portico98, and always before he had got down to the pavement the door opened agreeably and a second respectful manservant stood ready. Then came the large hall, with its noiseless carpets and great Chinese jars, its lacquered cabinets and the wide staircase, and floating down the wide staircase, impatient to greet him, light and shining as a flower petal99, sweet and welcoming, radiating a joyfulness100 as cool and clear as a dewy morning, came his mother. "WELL, little man, my son," she would cry in her happy singing voice, "WELL?"
So he thought she must always be, but indeed these meetings meant very much to her, she dressed for them and staged them, she perceived the bright advantages of her rarity and she was quite determined101 to have her son when the time came to possess him. She kissed him but not oppressively, she caressed102 him cleverly; it was only on these rare occasions that he was ever kissed or caressed, and she talked to his shy boyishness until it felt a more spirited variety of manhood. "What have you been doing?" she asked, "since I saw you last."
She never said he had grown, but she told him he looked tall; and though the tea was a marvellous display it was never an obtrusive103 tea, it wasn't poked104 at a fellow; a various plenty flowed well within reach of one's arm, like an agreeable accompaniment to their conversation.
"What have you done? All sorts of brave things? Do you swim now? I can swim. Oh! I can swim half a mile. Some day we will swim races together. Why not? And you ride?...
"The horse bolted--and you stuck on? Did you squeak105? I stick on, but I HAVE to squeak. But you--of course, No! you mustn't. I'm just a little woman. And I ride big horses...."
And for the end she had invented a characteristic little ceremony.
She would stand up in front of him and put her hands on his shoulders and look into his face.
"Clean eyes?" she would say, "--still?"
Then she would take his ears in her little firm hands and kiss very methodically his eyes and his forehead and his cheeks and at last his lips. Her own eyes would suddenly brim bright with tears.
"GO," she would say.
That was the end.
It seemed to Benham as though he was being let down out of a sunlit fairyland to this grey world again.
3
The contrast between Lady Marayne's pretty amenities106 and the good woman at Seagate who urged herself almost hourly to forget that William Porphyry was not her own son, was entirely unfair. The second Mrs. Benham's conscientious107 spirit and a certain handsome ability about her fitted her far more than her predecessor108 for the onerous109 duties of a schoolmaster's wife, but whatever natural buoyancy she possessed110 was outweighed111 by an irrepressible conviction derived112 from an episcopal grandparent that the remarriage of divorced persons is sinful, and by a secret but well-founded doubt whether her husband loved her with a truly romantic passion. She might perhaps have borne either of these troubles singly, but the two crushed her spirit.
Her temperament113 was not one that goes out to meet happiness. She had reluctant affections and suspected rather than welcomed the facility of other people's. Her susceptibility to disagreeable impressions was however very ample, and life was fenced about with protections for her "feelings." It filled young Benham with inexpressible indignations that his sweet own mother, so gay, so brightly cheerful that even her tears were stars, was never to be mentioned in his stepmother's presence, and it was not until he had fully35 come to years of reflection that he began to realize with what honesty, kindness and patience this naturally not very happy lady had nursed, protected, mended for and generally mothered him.
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As Benham grew to look manly114 and bear himself with pride, his mother's affection for him blossomed into a passion. She made him come down to London from Cambridge as often as she could; she went about with him; she made him squire115 her to theatres and take her out to dinners and sup with her at the Carlton, and in the summer she had him with her at Chexington Manor116, the Hertfordshire house Sir Godfrey had given her. And always when they parted she looked into his eyes to see if they were still clean--whatever she meant by that--and she kissed his forehead and cheeks and eyes and lips. She began to make schemes for his career, she contrived117 introductions she judged would be useful to him later.
Everybody found the relationship charming. Some of the more conscientious people, it is true, pretended to think that the Reverend Harold Benham was a first husband and long since dead, but that was all. As a matter of fact, in his increasingly futile way he wasn't, either at Seagate or in the Educational Supplement of the TIMES. But even the most conscientious of us are not obliged to go to Seagate or read the Educational Supplement of the TIMES.
Lady Marayne's plans for her son's future varied118 very pleasantly. She was an industrious119 reader of biographies, and more particularly of the large fair biographies of the recently contemporary; they mentioned people she knew, they recalled scenes, each sowed its imaginative crop upon her mind, a crop that flourished and flowered until a newer growth came to oust18 it. She saw her son a diplomat120, a prancing121 pro-consul, an empire builder, a trusted friend of the august, the bold leader of new movements, the saviour122 of ancient institutions, the youngest, brightest, modernest of prime ministers--or a tremendously popular poet. As a rule she saw him unmarried--with a wonderful little mother at his elbow. Sometimes in romantic flashes he was adored by German princesses or eloped with Russian grand-duchesses! But such fancies were HORS D'OEUVRE. The modern biography deals with the career. Every project was bright, every project had GO--tremendous go. And they all demanded a hero, debonnaire and balanced. And Benham, as she began to perceive, wasn't balanced. Something of his father had crept into him, a touch of moral stiffness. She knew the flavour of that so well. It was a stumbling, an elaboration, a spoil-sport and weakness. She tried not to admit to herself that even in the faintest degree it was there. But it was there.
"Tell me all that you are doing NOW," she said to him one afternoon when she had got him to herself during his first visit to Chexington Manor. "How do you like Cambridge? Are you making friends? Have you joined that thing--the Union, is it?--and delivered your maiden123 speech? If you're for politics, Poff, that's your game. Have you begun it?"
She lay among splashes of sunshine on the red cushions in the punt, a little curled-up figure of white, with her sweet pale animated124 face warmed by the reflection of her red sunshade, and her eyes like little friendly heavens. And he, lean, and unconsciously graceful125, sat at her feet and admired her beyond measure, and rejoiced that now at last they were going to be ever so much together, and doubted if it would be possible ever to love any other woman so much as he did her.
He tried to tell her of Cambridge and his friends and the undergraduate life he was leading, but he found it difficult. All sorts of things that seemed right and good at Trinity seemed out of drawing in the peculiar atmosphere she created about her. All sorts of clumsiness and youthfulness in himself and his associates he felt she wouldn't accept, couldn't accept, that it would be wrong of her to accept. Before they could come before her they must wear a bravery. He couldn't, for instance, tell her how Billy Prothero, renouncing126 vanity and all social pretension127, had worn a straw hat into November and the last stages of decay, and how it had been burnt by a special commission ceremonially in the great court. He couldn't convey to her the long sessions of beer and tobacco and high thinking that went on in Prothero's rooms into the small hours. A certain Gothic greyness and flatness and muddiness through which the Cambridge spirit struggles to its destiny, he concealed128 from her. What remained to tell was--attenuated. He could not romance. So she tried to fill in his jejune129 outlines. She tried to inspire a son who seemed most unaccountably up to nothing.
"You must make good friends," she said. "Isn't young Lord Breeze at your college? His mother the other day told me he was. And Sir Freddy Quenton's boy. And there are both the young Baptons at Cambridge."
He knew one of the Baptons.
"Poff," she said suddenly, "has it ever occurred to you what you are going to do afterwards. Do you know you are going to be quite well off?"
Benham looked up with a faint embarrassment130. "My father said something. He was rather vague. It wasn't his affair--that kind of thing."
"You will be quite well off," she repeated, without any complicating131 particulars. "You will be so well off that it will be possible for you to do anything almost that you like in the world. Nothing will tie you. Nothing...."
"But--HOW well off?"
"You will have several thousands a year."
"Thousands?"
"Yes. Why not?"
"But--Mother, this is rather astounding132.... Does this mean there are estates somewhere, responsibilities?"
"It is just money. Investments."
"You know, I've imagined--. I've thought always I should have to DO something."
"You MUST do something, Poff. But it needn't be for a living. The world is yours without that. And so you see you've got to make plans. You've got to know the sort of people who'll have things in their hands. You've got to keep out of--holes and corners. You've got to think of Parliament and abroad. There's the army, there's diplomacy133. There's the Empire. You can be a Cecil Rhodes if you like. You can be a Winston...."
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Perhaps it was only the innate134 eagerness of Lady Marayne which made her feel disappointed in her son's outlook upon life. He did not choose among his glittering possibilities, he did not say what he was going to be, proconsul, ambassador, statesman, for days. And he talked VAGUELY135 of wanting to do something fine, but all in a fog. A boy of nearly nineteen ought to have at least the beginnings of SAVOIR FAIRE.
Was he in the right set? Was he indeed in the right college? Trinity, by his account, seemed a huge featureless place--and might he not conceivably be LOST in it? In those big crowds one had to insist upon oneself. Poff never insisted upon himself--except quite at the wrong moment. And there was this Billy Prothero. BILLY! Like a goat or something. People called William don't get their Christian136 name insisted upon unless they are vulnerable somewhere. Any form of William stamps a weakness, Willie, Willy, Will, Billy, Bill; it's a fearful handle for one's friends. At any rate Poff had escaped that. But this Prothero!
"But who IS this Billy Prothero?" she asked one evening in the walled garden.
"He was at Minchinghampton."
"But who IS he? Who is his father? Where does he come from?"
Benham sought in his mind for a space. "I don't know," he said at last. Billy had always been rather reticent137 about his people. She demanded descriptions. She demanded an account of Billy's furniture, Billy's clothes, Billy's form of exercise. It dawned upon Benham that for some inexplicable138 reason she was hostile to Billy. It was like the unmasking of an ambuscade. He had talked a lot about Prothero's ideas and the discussions of social reform and social service that went on in his rooms, for Billy read at unknown times, and was open at all hours to any argumentative caller. To Lady Marayne all ideas were obnoxious139, a form of fogging; all ideas, she held, were queer ideas. "And does he call himself a Socialist140?" she asked. "I THOUGHT he would."
"Poff," she cried suddenly, "you're not a SOCIALIST?"
"Such a vague term."
"But these friends of yours--they seem to be ALL Socialists141. Red ties and everything complete."
"They have ideas," he evaded142. He tried to express it better. "They give one something to take hold of."
She sat up stiffly on the garden-seat. She lifted her finger at him, very seriously. "I hope," she said with all her heart, "that you will have nothing to do with such ideas. Nothing. SOCIALISM!"
"They make a case."
"Pooh! Any one can make a case."
"But--"
"There's no sense in them. What is the good of talking about upsetting everything? Just disorder143. How can one do anything then? You mustn't. You mustn't. No. It's nonsense, little Poff. It's absurd. And you may spoil so much.... I HATE the way you talk of it.... As if it wasn't all--absolutely--RUBBISH...."
She was earnest almost to the intonation144 of tears.
Why couldn't her son go straight for his ends, clear tangible145 ends, as she had always done? This thinking about everything! She had never thought about anything in all her life for more than half an hour--and it had always turned out remarkably146 well.
Benham felt baffled. There was a pause. How on earth could he go on telling her his ideas if this was how they were to be taken?
"I wish sometimes," his mother said abruptly147, with an unusually sharp note in her voice, "that you wouldn't look quite so like your father."
"But I'm NOT like my father!" said Benham puzzled.
"No," she insisted, and with an air of appealing to his soberer reason, "so why should you go LOOKING like him? That CONCERNED expression...."
She jumped to her feet. "Poff," she said, "I want to go and see the evening primroses148 pop. You and I are talking nonsense. THEY don't have ideas anyhow. They just pop--as God meant them to do. What stupid things we human beings are!"
Her philosophical149 moments were perhaps the most baffling of all.
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Billy Prothero became the symbol in the mind of Lady Marayne for all that disappointed her in Benham. He had to become the symbol, because she could not think of complicated or abstract things, she had to make things personal, and he was the only personality available. She fretted150 over his existence for some days therefore (once she awakened151 and thought about him in the night), and then suddenly she determined to grasp her nettle152. She decided153 to seize and obliterate154 this Prothero. He must come to Chexington and be thoroughly and conclusively155 led on, examined, ransacked156, shown up, and disposed of for ever. At once. She was not quite clear how she meant to do this, but she was quite resolved that it had to be done. Anything is better than inaction.
There was a little difficulty about dates and engagements, but he came, and through the season of expectation Benham, who was now for the first time in contact with the feminine nature, was delighted at the apparent change to cordiality. So that he talked of Billy to his mother much more than he had ever done before.
Billy had been his particular friend at Minchinghampton, at least during the closing two years of his school life. Billy had fallen into friendship with Benham, as some of us fall in love, quite suddenly, when he saw Benham get down from the fence and be sick after his encounter with the bull. Already Billy was excited by admiration, but it was the incongruity157 of the sickness conquered him. He went back to the school with his hands more than usually in his pockets, and no eyes for anything but this remarkable158 strung-up fellow-creature. He felt he had never observed Benham before, and he was astonished that he had not done so.
Billy Prothero was a sturdy sort of boy, generously wanting in good looks. His hair was rough, and his complexion81 muddy, and he walked about with his hands in his pockets, long flexible lips protruded159 in a whistle, and a rather shapeless nose well up to show he didn't care. Providence160 had sought to console him by giving him a keen eye for the absurdity161 of other people. He had a suggestive tongue, and he professed162 and practised cowardice163 to the scandal of all his acquaintances. He was said never to wash behind his ears, but this report wronged him. There had been a time when he did not do so, but his mother had won him to a promise, and now that operation was often the sum of his simple hasty toilet. His desire to associate himself with Benham was so strong that it triumphed over a defensive reserve. It enabled him to detect accessible moments, do inobtrusive friendly services, and above all amuse his quarry164. He not only amused Benham, he stimulated165 him. They came to do quite a number of things together. In the language of schoolboy stories they became "inseparables."
Prothero's first desire, so soon as they were on a footing that enabled him to formulate166 desires, was to know exactly what Benham thought he was up to in crossing a field with a bull in it instead of going round, and by the time he began to understand that, he had conceived an affection for him that was to last a lifetime.
"I wasn't going to be bullied167 by a beast," said Benham.
"Suppose it had been an elephant?" Prothero cried.... "A mad elephant?... A pack of wolves?"
Benham was too honest not to see that he was entangled168. "Well, suppose in YOUR case it had been a wild cat?... A fierce mastiff?... A mastiff?... A terrier?... A lap dog?"
"Yes, but my case is that there are limits."
Benham was impatient at the idea of limits. With a faintly malicious170 pleasure Prothero lugged171 him back to that idea.
"We both admit there are limits," Prothero concluded. "But between the absolutely impossible and the altogether possible there's the region of risk. You think a man ought to take that risk--" He reflected. "I think--no--I think NOT."
"If he feels afraid," cried Benham, seeing his one point. "If he feels afraid. Then he ought to take it...."
After a digestive interval, Prothero asked, "WHY? Why should he?"
The discussion of that momentous172 question, that Why? which Benham perhaps might never have dared ask himself, and which Prothero perhaps might never have attempted to answer if it had not been for the clash of their minds, was the chief topic of their conversation for many months. From Why be brave? it spread readily enough to Why be honest? Why be clean?--all the great whys of life.... Because one believes.... But why believe it? Left to himself Benham would have felt the mere173 asking of this question was a thing ignoble174, not to be tolerated. It was, as it were, treason to nobility. But Prothero put it one afternoon in a way that permitted no high dismissal of their doubts. "You can't build your honour on fudge, Benham. Like committing sacrilege--in order to buy a cloth for the altar."
By that Benham was slipped from the recognized code and launched upon speculations175 which became the magnificent research.
It was not only in complexion and stature176 and ways of thinking that Billy and Benham contrasted. Benham inclined a little to eloquence177, he liked very clean hands, he had a dread89 of ridiculous outlines. Prothero lapsed178 readily into ostentatious slovenliness179, when his hands were dirty he pitied them sooner than scrubbed them, he would have worn an overcoat with one tail torn off rather than have gone cold. Moreover, Prothero had an earthy liking180 for animals, he could stroke and tickle181 strange cats until they wanted to leave father and mother and all earthly possessions and follow after him, and he mortgaged a term's pocket money and bought and kept a small terrier in the school house against all law and tradition, under the baseless pretence182 that it was a stray animal of unknown origin. Benham, on the other hand, was shy with small animals and faintly hostile to big ones. Beasts he thought were just beasts. And Prothero had a gift for caricature, while Benham's aptitude183 was for music.
It was Prothero's eyes and pencil that first directed Benham to the poor indolences and evasions184 and insincerities of the masters. It was Prothero's wicked pictures that made him see the shrivelled absurdity of the vulgar theology. But it was Benham who stood between Prothero and that rather coarsely conceived epicureanism that seemed his logical destiny. When quite early in their Cambridge days Prothero's revolt against foppery reached a nadir185 of personal neglect, and two philanthropists from the rooms below him, goaded186 beyond the normal tolerance187 of Trinity, and assisted by two sportsmen from Trinity Hall, burnt his misshapen straw hat (after partly filling it with gunpowder188 and iron filings) and sought to duck him in the fountain in the court, it was Benham, in a state between distress189 and madness, and armed with a horn-handled cane190 of exceptional size, who intervened, turned the business into a blend of wrangle191 and scuffle, introduced the degrading topic of duelling into a simple wholesome192 rag of four against one, carried him off under the cloud of horror created by this impropriety and so saved him, still only slightly wetted, not only from this indignity193 but from the experiment in rationalism that had provoked it.
Because Benham made it perfectly194 clear what he had thought and felt about this hat.
Such was the illuminating195 young man whom Lady Marayne decided to invite to Chexington, into the neighbourhood of herself, Sir Godfrey, and her circle of friends.
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He was quite anxious to satisfy the requirements of Benham's people and to do his friend credit. He was still in the phase of being a penitent196 pig, and he inquired carefully into the needs and duties of a summer guest in a country house. He knew it was quite a considerable country house, and that Sir Godfrey wasn't Benham's father, but like most people, he was persuaded that Lady Marayne had divorced the parental197 Benham. He arrived dressed very neatly198 in a brown suit that had only one fault, it had not the remotest suggestion of having been made for him. It fitted his body fairly well, it did annex199 his body with only a few slight incompatibilities, but it repudiated200 his hands and face. He had a conspicuously201 old Gladstone bag and a conspicuously new despatch202 case, and he had forgotten black ties and dress socks and a hair brush. He arrived in the late afternoon, was met by Benham, in tennis flannels203, looking smartened up and a little unfamiliar204, and taken off in a spirited dog-cart driven by a typical groom205. He met his host and hostess at dinner.
Sir Godfrey was a rationalist and a residuum. Very much of him, too much perhaps, had gone into the acquirement and perfect performance of the caecal operation; the man one met in the social world was what was left over. It had the effect of being quiet, but in its unobtrusive way knobby. He had a knobby brow, with an air about it of having recently been intent, and his conversation was curiously206 spotted207 with little knobby arrested anecdotes208. If any one of any distinction was named, he would reflect and say, "Of course,--ah, yes, I know him, I know him. Yes, I did him a little service--in '96."
And something in his manner would suggest a satisfaction, or a dissatisfaction with confidential210 mysteries.
He welcomed Billy Prothero in a colourless manner, and made conversation about Cambridge. He had known one or two of the higher dons. One he had done at Cambridge quite recently. "The inns are better than they are at Oxford211, which is not saying very much, but the place struck me as being changed. The men seemed younger...."
The burden of the conversation fell upon Lady Marayne. She looked extraordinarily212 like a flower to Billy, a little diamond buckle213 on a black velvet214 band glittered between the two masses of butter-coloured hair that flowed back from her forehead, her head was poised215 on the prettiest neck conceivable, and her shapely little shoulders and her shapely little arms came decidedly but pleasantly out of a softness and sparkle of white and silver and old rose. She talked what sounded like innocent commonplaces a little spiced by whim216, though indeed each remark had an exploratory quality, and her soft blue eyes rested ever and again upon Billy's white tie. It seemed she did so by the merest inadvertency, but it made the young man wish he had after all borrowed a black one from Benham. But the manservant who had put his things out had put it out, and he hadn't been quite sure. Also she noted217 all the little things he did with fork and spoon and glass. She gave him an unusual sense of being brightly, accurately218 and completely visible.
Chexington, it seemed to Billy, was done with a large and costly219 and easy completeness. The table with its silver and flowers was much more beautifully done than any table he had sat at before, and in the dimness beyond the brightness there were two men to wait on the four of them. The old grey butler was really wonderfully good....
"You shoot, Mr. Prothero?"
"You hunt, Mr. Prothero?"
"You know Scotland well, Mr. Prothero?"
These questions disturbed Prothero. He did not shoot, he did not hunt, he did not go to Scotland for the grouse220, he did not belong, and Lady Marayne ought to have seen that he did not belong to the class that does these things.
"You ride much, Mr. Prothero?"
Billy conceived a suspicion that these innocent inquiries221 were designed to emphasize a contrast in his social quality. But he could not be sure. One never could be sure with Lady Marayne. It might be just that she did not understand the sort of man he was. And in that case ought he to maintain the smooth social surface unbroken by pretending as far as possible to be this kind of person, or ought he to make a sudden gap in it by telling his realities. He evaded the shooting question anyhow. He left it open for Lady Marayne and the venerable butler and Sir Godfrey and every one to suppose he just happened to be the sort of gentleman of leisure who doesn't shoot. He disavowed hunting, he made it appear he travelled when he travelled in directions other than Scotland. But the fourth question brought him to bay. He regarded his questioner with his small rufous eye.
"I have never been across a horse in my life, Lady Marayne."
"Tut, tut," said Sir Godfrey. "Why!--it's the best of exercise. Every man ought to ride. Good for the health. Keeps him fit. Prevents lodgments. Most trouble due to lodgments."
"I've never had a chance of riding. And I think I'm afraid of horses."
"That's only an excuse," said Lady Marayne. "Everybody's afraid of horses and nobody's really afraid of horses."
"But I'm not used to horses. You see--I live on my mother. And she can't afford to keep a stable."
His hostess did not see his expression of discomfort222. Her pretty eyes were intent upon the peas with which she was being served.
"Does your mother live in the country?" she asked, and took her peas with fastidious exactness.
Prothero coloured brightly. "She lives in London."
"All the year?"
"All the year."
"But isn't it dreadfully hot in town in the summer?"
Prothero had an uncomfortable sense of being very red in the face. This kept him red. "We're suburban223 people," he said.
"But I thought--isn't there the seaside?"
"My mother has a business," said Prothero, redder than ever.
"O-oh!" said Lady Marayne. "What fun that must be for her?"
"It's a real business, and she has to live by it. Sometimes it's a worry."
"But a business of her own!" She surveyed the confusion of his visage with a sweet intelligence. "Is it an amusing sort of business, Mr. Prothero?"
Prothero looked mulish. "My mother is a dressmaker," he said. "In Brixton. She doesn't do particularly badly--or well. I live on my scholarship. I have lived on scholarships since I was thirteen. And you see, Lady Marayne, Brixton is a poor hunting country."
Lady Marayne felt she had unmasked Prothero almost indecently. Whatever happened there must be no pause. There must be no sign of a hitch224.
"But it's good at tennis," she said. "You DO play tennis, Mr. Prothero?"
"I--I gesticulate," said Prothero.
Lady Marayne, still in flight from that pause, went off at a tangent.
"Poff, my dear," she said, "I've had a diving-board put at the deep end of the pond."
The remark hung unanswered for a moment. The transition had been too quick for Benham's state of mind.
"Do you swim, Mr. Prothero?" the lady asked, though a moment before she had determined that she would never ask him a question again. But this time it was a lucky question.
"Prothero mopped up the lot of us at Minchinghampton with his diving and swimming," Benham explained, and the tension was relaxed.
Lady Marayne spoke225 of her own swimming, and became daring and amusing at her difficulties with local feeling when first she swam in the pond. The high road ran along the far side of the pond--"And it didn't wear a hedge or anything," said Lady Marayne. "That was what they didn't quite like. Swimming in an undraped pond...."
Prothero had been examined enough. Now he must be entertained. She told stories about the village people in her brightest manner. The third story she regretted as soon as she was fairly launched upon it; it was how she had interviewed the village dressmaker, when Sir Godfrey insisted upon her supporting local industries. It was very amusing but technical. The devil had put it into her head. She had to go through with it. She infused an extreme innocence226 into her eyes and fixed them on Prothero, although she felt a certain deepening pinkness in her cheeks was betraying her, and she did not look at Benham until her unhappy, but otherwise quite amusing anecdote209, was dead and gone and safely buried under another....
But people ought not to go about having dressmakers for mothers....
And coming into other people's houses and influencing their sons....
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That night when everything was over Billy sat at the writing-table of his sumptuous227 bedroom--the bed was gilt228 wood, the curtains of the three great windows were tremendous, and there was a cheval glass that showed the full length of him and seemed to look over his head for more,--and meditated229 upon this visit of his. It was more than he had been prepared for. It was going to be a great strain. The sleek230 young manservant in an alpaca jacket, who said "Sir" whenever you looked at him, and who had seized upon and unpacked231 Billy's most private Gladstone bag without even asking if he might do so, and put away and displayed Billy's things in a way that struck Billy as faintly ironical232, was unexpected. And it was unexpected that the brown suit, with its pockets stuffed with Billy's personal and confidential sundries, had vanished. And apparently233 a bath in a bathroom far down the corridor was prescribed for him in the morning; he hadn't thought of a dressing-gown. And after one had dressed, what did one do? Did one go down and wander about the house looking for the breakfast-room or wait for a gong? Would Sir Godfrey read Family Prayers? And afterwards did one go out or hang about to be entertained? He knew now quite clearly that those wicked blue eyes would mark his every slip. She did not like him. She did not like him, he supposed, because he was common stuff. He didn't play up to her world and her. He was a discord234 in this rich, cleverly elaborate household. You could see it in the servants' attitudes. And he was committed to a week of this.
Billy puffed235 out his cheeks to blow a sigh, and then decided to be angry and say "Damn!"
This way of living which made him uncomfortable was clearly an irrational236 and objectionable way of living. It was, in a cumbersome237 way, luxurious238. But the waste of life of it, the servants, the observances, all concentrated on the mere detail of existence? There came a rap at the door. Benham appeared, wearing an expensive-looking dressing-jacket which Lady Marayne had bought for him. He asked if he might talk for a bit and smoke. He sat down in a capacious chintz-covered easy chair beside Prothero, lit a cigarette, and came to the point after only a trivial hesitation239.
"Prothero," he said, "you know what my father is."
"I thought he ran a preparatory school."
There was the profoundest resentment240 in Prothero's voice.
"And, all the same, I'm going to be a rich man."
"I don't understand," said Prothero, without any shadow of congratulation.
Benham told Prothero as much as his mother had conveyed to him of the resources of his wealth. Her version had been adapted to his tender years and the delicacies of her position. The departed Nolan had become an eccentric godfather. Benham's manner was apologetic, and he made it clear that only recently had these facts come to him. He had never suspected that he had had this eccentric godfather. It altered the outlook tremendously. It was one of the reasons that made Benham glad to have Prothero there, one wanted a man of one's own age, who understood things a little, to try over one's new ideas. Prothero listened with an unamiable expression.
"What would you do, Prothero, if you found yourself saddled with some thousands a year?"
"Godfathers don't grow in Brixton," said Prothero concisely241.
"Well, what am I to do, Prothero?"
"Does all THIS belong to you?"
"No, this is my mother's."
"Godfather too?"
"I've not thought.... I suppose so. Or her own."
Prothero meditated.
"THIS life," he said at last, "this large expensiveness--..."
He left his criticism unfinished.
"I agree. It suits my mother somehow. I can't understand her living in any other way. But--for me...."
"What can one do with several thousands a year?"
Prothero's interest in this question presently swamped his petty personal resentments242. "I suppose," he said, "one might have rather a lark243 with money like that. One would be free to go anywhere. To set all sorts of things going.... It's clear you can't sell all you have and give it to the poor. That is pauperization244 nowadays. You might run a tremendously revolutionary paper. A real upsetting paper. How many thousands is it?"
"I don't know. SOME."
Prothero's interest was growing as he faced the possibilities.
"I've dreamt of a paper," he said, "a paper that should tell the brute245 truth about things."
"I don't know that I'm particularly built to be a journalist," Benham objected.
"You're not," said Billy.... "You might go into Parliament as a perfectly independent member.... Only you wouldn't get in...."
"I'm not a speaker," said Benham.
"Of course," said Billy, "if you don't decide on a game, you'll just go on like this. You'll fall into a groove246, you'll--you'll hunt. You'll go to Scotland for the grouse."
For the moment Prothero had no further suggestions.
Benham waited for a second or so before he broached247 his own idea.
"Why, first of all, at any rate, Billy, shouldn't one use one's money to make the best of oneself? To learn things that men without money and leisure find it difficult to learn? By an accident, however unjust it is, one is in the position of a leader and a privileged person. Why not do one's best to give value as that?"
"Benham, that's the thin end of aristocracy!"
"Why not?"
"I hate aristocracy. For you it means doing what you like. While you are energetic you will kick about and then you will come back to this."
"That's one's own look-out," said Benham, after reflection.
"No, it's bound to happen."
Benham retreated a little from the immediate88 question.
"Well, we can't suddenly at a blow change the world. If it isn't to be plutocracy248 to-day it has to be aristocracy."
Prothero frowned over this, and then he made a sweeping249 proposition.
"YOU CANNOT HAVE ARISTOCRACY," he said, "BECAUSE, YOU SEE--ALL MEN ARE RIDICULOUS. Democracy has to fight its way out from under plutocracy. There is nothing else to be done."
"But a man in my position--?"
"It's a ridiculous position. You may try to escape being ridiculous. You won't succeed."
It seemed to Benham for a moment as though Prothero had got to the bottom of the question, and then he perceived that he had only got to the bottom of himself. Benham was pacing the floor.
He turned at the open window, held out a long forefinger250, and uttered his countervailing faith.
"Even if he is ridiculous, Prothero, a man may still be an aristocrat251. A man may anyhow be as much of an aristocrat as he can be."
Prothero reflected. "No," he said, "it sounds all right, but it's wrong. I hate all these advantages and differences and distinctions. A man's a man. What you say sounds well, but it's the beginning of pretension, of pride--"
He stopped short.
"Better, pride than dishonour," said Benham, "better the pretentious life than the sordid252 life. What else is there?"
"A life isn't necessarily sordid because it isn't pretentious," said Prothero, his voice betraying a defensive disposition.
"But a life with a large income MUST be sordid unless it makes some sort of attempt to be fine...."
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By transitions that were as natural as they were complicated and untraceable Prothero found his visit to Chexington developing into a tangle169 of discussions that all ultimately resolved themselves into an antagonism253 of the democratic and the aristocratic idea. And his part was, he found, to be the exponent254 of the democratic idea. The next day he came down early, his talk with Benham still running through his head, and after a turn or so in the garden he was attracted to the front door by a sound of voices, and found Lady Marayne had been up still earlier and was dismounting from a large effective black horse. This extorted255 an unwilling256 admiration from him. She greeted him very pleasantly and made a kind of introduction of her steed. There had been trouble at a gate, he was a young horse and fidgeted at gates; the dispute was still bright in her. Benham she declared was still in bed. "Wait till I have a mount for him." She reappeared fitfully in the breakfast-room, and then he was left to Benham until just before lunch. They read and afterwards, as the summer day grew hot, they swam in the nude257 pond. She joined them in the water, splashing about in a costume of some elaboration and being very careful not to wet her hair. Then she came and sat with them on the seat under the big cedar258 and talked with them in a wrap that was pretty rather than prudish259 and entirely unmotherly. And she began a fresh attack upon him by asking him if he wasn't a Socialist and whether he didn't want to pull down Chexington and grow potatoes all over the park.
This struck Prothero as an inadequate260 statement of the Socialist project and he made an unsuccessful attempt to get it amended261.
The engagement thus opened was renewed with great energy at lunch. Sir Godfrey had returned to London and the inmost aspect of his fellow-creatures, but the party of three was supplemented by a vague young lady from the village and an alert agent from the neighbouring Tentington estate who had intentions about a cottage. Lady Marayne insisted upon regarding Socialism as a proposal to reinaugurate the first French Revolution, as an inversion262 of society so that it would be bottom upward, as an attack upon rule, order, direction. "And what good are all these proposals? If you had the poor dear king beheaded, you'd only get a Napoleon. If you divided all the property up between everybody, you'd have rich and poor again in a year."
Billy perceived no way of explaining away this version of his Socialism that would not involve uncivil contradictions--and nobody ever contradicted Lady Marayne.
"But, Lady Marayne, don't you think there is a lot of disorder and injustice in the world?" he protested.
"There would be ever so much more if your Socialists had their way."
"But still, don't you think--..."
It is unnecessary even to recapitulate263 these universal controversies264 of our time. The lunch-table and the dinner-table and the general talk of the house drifted more and more definitely at its own level in the same direction as the private talk of Prothero and Benham, towards the antagonism of the privileged few and the many, of the trained and traditioned against the natural and undisciplined, of aristocracy against democracy. At the week-end Sir Godfrey returned to bring fresh elements. He said that democracy was unscientific. "To deny aristocracy is to deny the existence of the fittest. It is on the existence of the fittest that progress depends."
"But do our social conditions exalt53 the fittest?" asked Prothero.
"That is another question," said Benham.
"Exactly," said Sir Godfrey. "That is another question. But speaking with some special knowledge, I should say that on the whole the people who are on the top of things OUGHT to be on the top of things. I agree with Aristotle that there is such a thing as a natural inferior."
"So far as I can understand Mr. Prothero," said Lady Marayne, "he thinks that all the inferiors are the superiors and all the superiors inferior. It's quite simple...."
It made Prothero none the less indignant with this, that there was indeed a grain of truth in it. He hated superiors, he felt for inferiors.
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At last came the hour of tipping. An embarrassed and miserable265 Prothero went slinking about the house distributing unexpected gold.
It was stupid, it was damnable; he had had to borrow the money from his mother....
Lady Marayne felt he had escaped her. The controversy266 that should have split these two young men apart had given them a new interest in each other. When afterwards she sounded her son, very delicately, to see if indeed he was aware of the clumsiness, the social ignorance and uneasiness, the complete unsuitability of his friend, she could get no more from him than that exasperating267 phrase, "He has ideas!"
What are ideas? England may yet be ruined by ideas.
He ought never to have gone to Trinity, that monster packet of everything. He ought to have gone to some little GOOD college, good all through. She ought to have asked some one who KNEW.
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dread
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poked
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