he length of tilting13 his head in compliment as he repeated, breathing visibly the while, "Ah, yes. A little craft painted black -- very pretty -- very pretty (tres coquet)." After a time he twisted his body slowly to face the glass door on our right. "A dull town (triste ville)," he observed, staring into the street. It was a brilliant day; a southerly buster was raging, and we could see the passers-by, men and women, buffeted14 by the wind on the sidewalks, the sunlit fronts of the houses across the road blurred15 by the tall whirls of dust. "I descended16 on shore," he said, "to stretch my legs a little, but . . ." He didn't finish, and sank into the depths of his repose17. "Pray -- tell me," he began, coming up ponderously19, "what was there at the bottom of this affair -- precisely20 (au juste)? It is curious. That dead man, for instance -- and so on."
' "There were living men too," I said; "much more curious."
' "No doubt, no doubt," he agreed half audibly, then, as if after mature consideration, murmured, "Evidently." I made no difficulty in communicating to him what had interested me most in this affair. It seemed as though he had a right to know: hadn't he spent thirty hours on board the Palna -- had he not taken the succession, so to speak, had he not done "his possible"? He listened to me, looking more priest-like than ever, and with what -- probably on account of his downcast eyes -- had the appearance of devout21 concentration. Once or twice he elevated his eyebrows22 (but without raising his eyelids23), as one would say "The devil!" Once he calmly exclaimed, "Ah, bah!" under his breath, and when I had finished he pursed his lips in a deliberate way and emitted a sort of sorrowful whistle.
'In any one else it might have been an evidence of boredom24, a sign of indifference25; but he, in his occult way, managed to make his immobility appear profoundly responsive, and as full of valuable thoughts as an egg is of meat. What he said at last was nothing more than a "Very interesting," pronounced politely, and not much above a whisper. Before I got over my disappointment he added, but as if speaking to himself, "That's it. That is it." His chin seemed to sink lower on his breast, his body to weigh heavier on his seat. I was about to ask him what he meant, when a sort of preparatory tremor27 passed over his whole person, as a faint ripple28 may be seen upon stagnant29 water even before the wind is felt. "And so that poor young man ran away along with the others," he said, with grave tranquillity30.
'I don't know what made me smile: it is the only genuine smile of mine I can remember in connection with Jim's affair. But somehow this simple statement of the matter sounded funny in French.... "S'est enfui avec les autres," had said the lieutenant. And suddenly I began to admire the discrimination of the man. He had made out the point at once: he did get hold of the only thing I cared about. I felt as though I were taking professional opinion on the case. His imperturbable31 and mature calmness was that of an expert in possession of the facts, and to whom one's perplexities are mere32 child's-play. "Ah! The young, the young," he said indulgently. "And after all, one does not die of it." "Die of what?" I asked swiftly. "Of being afraid." He elucidated33 his meaning and sipped34 his drink.
'I perceived that the three last fingers of his wounded hand were stiff and could not move independently of each other, so that he took up his tumbler with an ungainly clutch. "One is always afraid. One may talk, but ..." He put down the glass awkwardly.... "The fear, the fear -- look you -- it is always there." . . . He touched his breast near a brass35 button, on the very spot where Jim had given a thump36 to his own when protesting that there was nothing the matter with his heart. I suppose I made some sign of dissent37, because he insisted, "Yes! yes! One talks, one talks; this is all very fine; but at the end of the reckoning one is no cleverer than the next man -- and no more brave. Brave! This is always to be seen. I have rolled my hump (roule ma bosse)," he said, using the slang expression with imperturbable seriousness, "in all parts of the world; I have known brave men -- famous ones! Allez!" . . . He drank carelessly.... "Brave -- you conceive -- in the Service -- one has got to be -- the trade demands it (le metier veut ca). Is it not so?" he appealed to me reasonably. "Eh bien! Each of them -- I say each of them, if he were an honest man -- bien entendu -- would confess that there is a point -- there is a point -- for the best of us -- there is somewhere a point when you let go everything (vous lachez tout38). And you have got to live with that truth -- do you see? Given a certain combination of circumstances, fear is sure to come. Abominable39 funk (un trac epouvantable). And even for those who do not believe this truth there is fear all the same -- the fear of themselves. Absolutely so. Trust me. Yes. Yes.... At my age one knows what one is talking about - que diable!" . . . He had delivered himself of all this as immovably as though he had been the mouthpiece of abstract wisdom, but at this point he heightened the effect of detachment by beginning to twirl his thumbs slowly. "It's evident -parbleu!" he continued; "for, make up your mind as much as you like , even a simple headache or a fit of indigestion
(un derangement40 d'estomac) is enough to . . . Take me, for instance -- I have made my proofs. Eh bien! I, who am speaking to you, once . . ."
'He drained his glass and returned to his twirling. "No, no; one does not die of it," he pronounced finally, and when I found he did not mean to proceed with the personal anecdote41, I was extremely disappointed; the more so as it was not the sort of story, you know, one could very well press him for. I sat silent, and he too, as if nothing could please him better. Even his thumbs were still now. Suddenly his lips began to move. "That is so," he resumed placidly42. "Man is born a coward (L'homme est ne poltron). It is a difficulty -parbleu! It would be too easy other vise. But habit -- habit -- necessity -- do you see? -- the eye of others -- voila. One puts up with it. And then the example of others who are no better than yourself, and yet make good countenance43...."
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' "That young man -- you will observe -- had none of these inducements -- at least at the moment," I remarked.
'He raised his eyebrows forgivingly: "I don't say; I don't say. The young man in question might have had the best dispositions44 -the best dispositions," he repeated, wheezing45 a little.
' "I am glad to see you taking a lenient46 view," I said. 'His own feeling in the matter was -- ah! -- hopeful, and . . ."
'The shuffle47 of his feet under the table interrupted me. He drew up his heavy eyelids. Drew up, I say -- no other expression can describe the steady deliberation of the act -- and at last was disclosed completely to me. I was confronted by two narrow grey circlets, like two tiny steel rings around the profound blackness of the pupils. The sharp glance, coming from that massive body, gave a notion of extreme efficiency, like a razor-edge on a battle-axe. "Pardon," he said punctiliously48. His right hand went up, and he swayed forward. "Allow me . . . I contended that one may get on knowing very well that one's courage does not come of itself (ne vient pas tout seul). There's nothing much in that to get upset about. One truth the more ought not to make life impossible.... But the honour -- the honour, monsieur! . . . The honour . . . that is real -- that is! And what life may be worth when" . . . he got on his feet with a ponderous18 impetuosity, as a startled ox might scramble49 up from the grass . . . "when the honour is gone -- ah ca! par26 exemple -- I can offer no opinion. I can offer no opinion -- because -monsieur -- I know nothing of it."
'I had risen too, and, tnrying to throw infinite politeness into our attitudes, we faced each other mutely, like two china dogs on a mantelpiece. Hang the fellow! he had pricked50 the bubble. The blight51 of futility52 that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation, and made it a thing of empty sounds. "Very well," I said, with a disconcerted smile; "but couldn't it reduce itself to not being found out?" He made as if to retort readily, but when he spoke he had changed his mind. "This, monsieur, is too fine for me -- much above me -- I don't think about it." He bowed heavily over his cap, which he held before him by the peak, between the thumb and the forefinger53 of his wounded hand. I bowed too. We bowed together: we scraped our feet at each other with much ceremony, while a dirty specimen54 of a waiter looked on critically, as though he had paid for the performance. "Serviteur," said the Frenchman. Another scrape. "Monsieur" . . . "Monsieur." . . . The glass door swung behind his burly back. I saw the southerly buster get hold of him and drive him down wind with his hand to his head, his shoulders braced55, and the tails of his coat blown hard against his legs.
'I sat down again alone and discouraged -- discouraged about Jim's case. If you wonder that after more than three years it had preserved its actuality, you must know that I had seen him only very lately. I had come straight from Samarang, where I had loaded a cargo56 for Sydney: an utterly57 uninteresting bit of business, -- what Charley here would call one of my rational transactions, -- and in Samarang I had seen something of Jim. He was then working for De Jongh, on my recommendation. Water-clerk. "My representative afloat," as De Jongh called him. You can't imagine a mode of life more barren of consolation58, less capable of being invested with a spark of glamour59 -- unless it be the business of an insurance canvasser60. Little Bob Stanton -- Charley here knew him well -- had gone through that experience. The same who got drowned afterwards trying to save a lady's-maid in the Sephora disaster. A case of collision on a hazy61 morning off the Spanish coast -- you may remember. All the passengers had been packed tidily into the boats and shoved clear of the ship, when Bob sheered alongside again and scrambled62 back on deck to fetch that girl. How she had been left behind I can't make out; anyhow, she had gone completely crazy -- wouldn't leave the ship -- held to the rail like grim death. The wrestlingmatch could be seen plainly from the boats; but poor Bob was the shortest chief mate in the merchant senice, and the woman stood five feet ten in her shoes and was as strong as a horse, I've been told. So it went on, pull devil, pull baker63, the wretched girl screaming all the time, and Bob letting out a yell now and then to warn his boat to keep well clear of the ship. One of the hands told me, hiding a smile at the recollection, "It was for all the world, sir, like a naughty youngster fighting with his mother. " The same old chap said that "At the last we could see that Mr. Stanton had given up hauling at the gal64, and just stood by looking at her, watchful65 like. We thought a fterwards he must've been reckoning that, maybe,
the rush of water would tear her away from the rail by-and-by and give him a show to save her. We daren't come alongside for our life; and after a bit the old ship went down all on a sudden with a lurch66 to starboard -- plop. The suck in was something awful. We never saw anything alive or dead come up." Poor Bob's spell of shore-life had been one of the complications of a love affair, I believe. He fondly hoped he had done with the sea for ever, and made sure he had got hold of all the bliss67 on earth, but it came to canvassing68 in the end. Some cousin of his in Liverpool put up to it. He used to tell us his experiences in that line. He made us laugh till we cried, and, not altogether displeased69 at the effect, undersized and bearded to the waist like a gnome70, he would tiptoe amongst us and say, "It's all very well for you beggars to laugh, but my immortal71 soul was shrivelled down to the size of a parched72 pea after a week of that work." I don't know how Jim's soul accommodated itself to the new conditions of his life -- I was kept too busy in getting him something to do that would keep body and soul together -- but I am pretty certain his adventurous73 fancy was suffering all the pangs74 of starvation. It had certainly nothing to feed upon in this new calling. It was distressing75 to see him at it, though he tackled it with a stubborn serenity76 for which I must give him full credit. I kept my eye on his shabby plodding77 with a sort of notion that it was a punishment for the heroics of his fancy -- an expiation78 for his craving79 after more glamour than he could carry . He had loved too well to imagine himself a glorious racehorse, and now he was condemned80 to toil81 without honour like a costermonger's donkey. He did it very well. He shut himself in, put his head down, said never a word. Very well; very well indeed -- except for certain fantastic and violent outbreaks, on the deplorable occasions when the irrepressible Patna case crop ped up. Unfortunately that scandal of the Eastern seas would not die out. And this is the reason
why I could never feel I had done with Jim for good.
'I sat thinking of him after the French lieutenant had left, not, however, in connection with De Jongh's cool and gloomy backshop, where we had hurriedly shaken hands not very long ago, but as I had seen him years before in the last flickers82 of the candle, alone with me in the long gallen of the Malabar House, with the chill and the darkness of the night at his back. The respectable sword of his country's law was suspended over his head. To-morrow -- or was it to-day? (midnight had slipped by long before we parted) -- the marble-faced police magistrate83, after distributing fines and terms of imprisonment84 in the assault-and-battery case, would take up the awful weapon and smite85 his bowed neck. Our communion in the night was uncommonly86 like a last vigil with a condemned man. He was guilty too. He was guilty -- as I had told myself repeatedly, guilty and done for; nevertheless, I wished to spare him the mere detail of a formal execution. I don't pretend to explain the reasons of my desire -- I don't think I could; but if you haven't got a sort of notion by this time, then I must have been very obscure in my narrative87, or you too sleepy to seize upon the sense of my words. I don't defend my morality. There was no morality in the impulse which induced me to lay before him Brierly's plan of evasion88 -- I may call it -- in all its primitive89 simplicity90. There were the rupees -absolutely ready in my pocket and very much at his service. Oh! a loan; a loan of course -- and if an introduction to a man (in Rangoon) who could put some work in his way . . . Why! with the greatest pleasure. I had pen, ink, and paper in my room on the first floor And even while I was speaking I was impatient to begin the letter -day, month, yeu, 2.30 A.M.... for the sake of our old friendship I ask you to put some work in the way of Mr. James So-and-so, in whom, &c., &c.... I was even ready to write in that strain about him. If he had not enlisted91 my sympathies he had done better for himself -- he had gone to the very fount and origin of that s
entiment he had reached the secret sensibility of my egoism. I am concealing92 nothing from you, because were I to do so my action would appear more unintelligible93 than any man's action has the right to be, and -in the second place -- to-morrow you will forget my sincerity94 along with the other lessons of the past. In this transaction, to speak grossly and precisely, I was the irreproachable95 man; but the subtle intentions of my immorality96 were defeated by the moral simplicity of the criminal. No doubt he was selfish too, but his selfishness had a higher origin, a more lofty aim. I discovered that, say what I would, he was eager to go through the ceremony of execution, and I didn't say much, for I felt that in argument his youth would tell against me heavily: he believed where I had already ceased to doubt. There was something fine in the wildness of his unexpressed, hardly formulated97 hope. "Clear out! Couldn't think of it," he said, with a shake of the head. "I make you an offer for which I neither demand nor expect any sort of gratitude," I said; "you shall repay the money when convenient, and . . ." "Awfully98 good of you," he muttered without looking up. I watched him narrowly: the future must have appeared horribly uncertain to him; but he did not falter99, as though indeed there had been nothing wrong with his heart. I felt angry -not for the first time that night. "The whole wretched business," I said, "is bitter enough, I should think, for a man of your kind . . ." "It is, it is," he whispered twice, with his eyes fixed100 on the floor. It was heartrending. He towered above the light, and I could see the down on his cheek, the colour mantling101 warm under the smooth skin of his face. Believe me or not, I say it was outrageously102 heartrending. It provoked me to brutality103. "Yes," I said; "and allow me to confess that I am totally unable to imagine what advantage you can expect from this licking of the dregs." "Advantage!" he murmured out of his stillness. "I am dashed if I do," I said, enraged104. "I've been trying to tell
you all there is in it," he went on slowly, as if meditating105 something unanswerable. "But after all, it is my trouble." I opened my mouth to retort, and discovered suddenly that I'd lost all confidence in myself; and it was as if he too had given me up, for he mumbled106 like a man thinking half aloud. "Went away ... went into hospitals.... Not one of them would face it.... They! ..." He moved his hand slightly to imply disdain107. "But I've got to get over this thing, and I mustn't shirk any of it or . . . I won't shirk any of it." He was silent. He gazed as though he had been haunted. His unconscious face reflected the passing expressions of scorn, of despair, of resoludon -- reflected them in turn, as a magic mirror would reflect the gliding108 passage of unearthly shapes. He lived surrounded by deceitful ghosts, by austere109 shades. "Oh! nonsense, my dear fellow," I began. He had a movement of impatience110. "You don't seem to understand," he said incisively111; then looking at me without a wink112, "I may have jumped, but I don't run away." "I meant no offence," I said; and added stupidly, "Better men than you have found it expedient113 to run, at times." He coloured all over, while in my confusion I half-choked myself with my own tongue. "Perhaps so," he said at last, "I am not good enough; I can't afford it. I am bound to fight this thing down -- I am fighting it now." I got out of my chair and felt stiff all over. The silence was embarrassing, and to put an end to it I imagined nothing better but to remark, "I had no idea it was so late," in an airy tone.... "I dare say you have had enough of this," he said brusquely: "and to tell you the truth" -- he began to look round for his hat -- "so have I."
'Well! he had refused this unique offer. He had struck aside my helping114 hand; he was ready to go now, and beyond the balustrade the night seemed to wait for him very still, as though he had been marked down for its prey115. I heard his voice. "Ah! here it is." He had found his hat. For a few seconds we hung in the wind. "What will you do after -- after . . ." I asked very low. "Go to the dogs as likely as not," he answered in a gruff mutter. I had recovered my wits in a measure, and judged best to take it lightly. "Pray remember," I said, "that I should like very much to see you again before you go." "I don't know what's to prevent you. The damned thing won't make me invisible," he said with intense bitterness, -- "no such luck." And then at the moment of taking leave he treated me to a ghastly muddle116 of dubious117 stammers118 and movements, to an awful display of hesitations119. God forgive him -- me! He had taken it into his fanciful head that I was likely to make some difficulty as to shaking hands. It was too awful for words. I believe I shouted suddenly at him as you would bellow120 to a man you saw about to walk over a cliff; I remember our voices being raised, the appearance of a miserable121 grin on his face, a crushing clutch on my hand, a nervous laugh. The candle spluttered out, and the thing was over at last, with a groan122 that floated up to me in the dark. He got himself away somehow. The night swallowed his form. He was a horrible bungler123. Horrible. I heard the quick crunch-crunch of the gravel124 under his boots. He was running. Absolutely running, with nowhere to go to. And he was not yet four-and-twenty.'
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