He had been for nearly three weeks altogether on Loch Houran, during which time he had gone through the severest mental struggle he had ever known. It seemed years to him now since the moment when he had been suddenly confronted by the strange and mysterious personage who had assumed a tone towards him and claimed a submission8 which Walter had refused to yield. That this man’s appearance had awakened9 in him a sensation of overwhelming excitement mingled11 with fear, that he had come in an unaccountable way, that he had been seen apparently12 by no one in the old castle but himself, that nobody had betrayed any consciousness of knowing who he was or how he was there, and yet that he had come and gone with a perfect acquaintance and familiarity with the place, the family, the estates, the story of the race; these were details which, with a tremulous sensation in his mind, as of a panic nearly over, he gathered together to examine and find out, if possible, what they meant. He had been unable during the time that followed, when he had taken refuge in Auchnasheen, to exercise any discriminating13 faculty14, or use his own judgment upon these facts. At the moment of seeing and hearing occurrences which disturb the mind, reason is hampered15 in its action. Afterwards you may ask yourself, have you really heard and seen? but not when a definite appearance is before your eyes, or likely to re-appear at any moment, and a distinct voice in your ears. The actual then overmasters the soul; the meaning of it must be got at later. He had seen this man whose faculties and pretensions16 were alike so extraordinary, he had listened to the claim he made, he had been bidden to yield up his individual will and to obey under threatening of evil if he refused, and promises of pleasure and comfort if he consented. And Walter had said “No.” He would have said No had an angel out of heaven appeared before him, making the same demand. He had been subjected to this strange trial at the very height of independence and conscious power, when he had newly begun to feel his own importance, and to enjoy its advantages. It had seemed to him absurd, incredible, that such a claim should be made, even while the personality of the strange claimant had filled him with a sensation of terror, which he summoned all his forces to struggle against, without any success. He had been like two men during that struggle. One a craven, eager to fly, willing to promise anything might he but escape; the other struggling passionately18 against the stranger and refusing—refusing, night and day. When he went to Auchnasheen the character of the conflict within him had become more remarkable20 still. The man who claimed his obedience21 was no longer visible, but he had been rent asunder22 between the power of his own resisting spirit and some strange influence which never slackened, which seemed to draw him towards one point with a force which his unwillingness23 to yield made into absolute agony. Still he had resisted, always resisted, though without strength to escape, until the moment had come when by sudden inspiration of natural justice and pity he had broken loose—by that, and by the second soul struggling in him and with him, by Oona’s hand holding him and her heart sustaining him. This was the history of these two tremendous weeks, the most eventful in his life. And now he had escaped out of the neighbourhood in which he could feel no safety, out of the influence which had moved him so strangely, and was able to think and ask himself what it was.
The night was dark, and, as has been said, the moon was on the wane24. She shed a pale mist of light over the dark country, where now and then there broke out the red glow of pit or furnace fires. The train swung onwards with a rock of movement, a ploughing and plunging25, the dim light in the roof swaying, the two respectable fellow-passengers each in his corner amidst his wraps, slumbering26 uneasily. Walter had no inclination27 to sleep. He was indeed feverishly28 awake; all his faculties in wild activity; his mind intensely conscious and living. What did it all mean? The events which had affected29 him to a passionate19 height of feeling with which his previous life had been entirely30 unacquainted—was it possible that there was any other way of accounting31 for them? To look himself in the face as it were, and confess now at a distance from these influences that the man to whom he had spoken in the language of to-day was one of the fabulous33 men in whom the ignorant believe, his own early ancestor—the still existing, undying founder34 of the house, was, he said to himself, impossible. It could not be; anything else—any hypothesis was more credible17 than this. There was no place for the supernatural in the logic35 of life as he had learned it. Now that he had recovered control of himself, it was time for him to endeavour to make out a reason for the hallucination in which he had almost lost himself and his sober senses. And accordingly he began to do it; and this is what he said to himself. His imagination had been excited by all that had happened to him; the extraordinary change in his circumstances which seemed almost miraculous36, and then the succession of incidents, the strange half-communications that had been made to him, the old, ruinous house in which he had been compelled to shut himself up, the wonderful solitude37, full of superstitious38 suggestions, into which he had been plunged39. All these details had prepared his mind for something—he knew not what. He felt a hot flush of shame and mortification40 come over him as he remembered how easily, notwithstanding all his better knowledge, he, a man of his century, acquainted with all the philosophies of the day, had been overcome by those influences. He had expected something out of nature, something terrible and wonderful. And when such a state of mind is reached, it is certain (he thought) that something will arise to take advantage of it.
Probably all these effects had been calculated upon by the individual, whoever he was, who haunted Kinloch Houran to excite and exploit these terrors. Who was he? Even now, so far out of his reach, so emancipated42 from his influence that he could question and examine it, Walter felt a certain giddiness come over his spirit at this thought, and was glad that one of his fellow-passengers stirred and woke, and made a shivering remark, How cold it was, before he again composed himself to sleep. It was very cold. There was an icy chill in the air which penetrated43 through the closed windows. But nothing else could come in—nothing else! and it could be but a sudden reflection from his past excitement that made Walter feel for a moment as if another figure sat opposite to him, gazing at him with calm sarcasm44, and eyes that had a smile in them. When the giddiness passed off, and he looked again, there was (of course) no one opposite to him, only the dark blue cushions of the unoccupied place. Who was this man then who held a sort of court in Kinloch Houran, and demanded obedience from its proprietor45? He was no creature of the imagination. Excited nerves and shaken health might indeed have prepared the mind of the visitor for the effect intended to be produced upon him; but they could not have created the central figure—the powerful personality from whom such influence flowed. Who was he? The circumstances were all favourable46 for a successful imposture47, or even a mystification. Suppose it to be some member of the family aggrieved48 by the promotion49 of a far-off branch, some dependent with so much knowledge of the secrets of the race as to be able to play upon the imagination of a novice50, with mysterious threats and promises; perhaps, who could tell, a monomaniac, the leading idea of whose delusion51 was to take this character upon him? Walter’s breast lightened a little as he made out one by one these links of explanation. It was characteristic of his time, and the liberality of mind with which modern thought abjures52 the idea of absolute imposture, that the sudden suggestion of a monomaniac gave him great relief and comfort. That might explain all—a man of superior powers crazed in this one point, who might have convinced himself that he was the person he claimed to be, and that it was the interest of the family he had at heart. Such a being, acquainted with all the mysterious passages and hiding-places that exist in such old houses, able to appear suddenly from a secret door or sliding panel, to choose moments when nature herself added to the sense of mystery, hours of twilight53 and darkness when the half-seen is more alarming than anything fully54 revealed—this would explain so much, that the young man for the moment drew a long breath of relief, and felt half-consciously that he could afford to ignore the rest.
And in the sense of this relief he fell asleep, and dreamed that he stood again at Mrs. Forrester’s door in the Isle55, and saw the light on the old tower of Kinloch Houran, and felt the attraction, the drawing and dragging as of some force he could not resist; and woke up with the blow he gave himself against the rail that supported the netting on the opposite side of the carriage, against which he struck his head in his rush towards the place to which he had felt himself called. He staggered back into his seat, giddy and faint, yet thankful to feel that it was only a dream; and then had to begin his self-arguments over again, and trace once more every link of the chain.
A monomaniac—yes, that might be the explanation; but whence then that power which drew him, which he had fought against with all the powers of his being at Auchnasheen, which he had never given in to, but which, even in the reflection of it given in his dream, was vivid enough to awaken10 him to a new branch of the question? Magnetism56, mesmerism, he had heard of, and scorned as other names for charlatanism57; but when you are searching anxiously for the means of accounting for mysterious phenomena58 you are glad to seize upon explanations that at another moment would be little satisfactory. Walter said to himself that the madman of Kinloch Houran—the monomaniac, must possess these strange powers. He might know many secrets, though his wits were gone astray. He might be sane59 enough to have a purpose, and to cultivate every possible means of affecting the mind he wished to work upon. Such curious combinations of madness and wisdom were not beyond human experience. Perhaps at the end of all his arguments, having fully convinced himself, the thread of the reasoning escaped him, for he suddenly shuddered60 and grew pale, and shrank into his corner, drawing his wraps close round him and raising the collar of his coat to his very eyes, as if to shut out some bewildering, overwhelming sight. But by this time the wintry day was breaking, and the stir of awakened life reached the other travellers, who woke and stretched themselves, shivering in the chill of the dawn, and began to prepare for their arrival. One of them spoke32 to Walter, expressing a fear that he was ill, he looked so pale, and offering his services to “see him home.” The young man indeed felt as if he had come through a long illness when he stepped forth61 upon the platform at King’s Cross, and felt that he had escaped from his fever and his trouble, and had new ways and new thoughts—or rather the repose62 of old thoughts and old ways—before him for some time to come.
He remained in London all day, and after his bath and his breakfast, felt the rising of a new life, and began to remember all the good things which he had partially63 forgotten, but which surely were more than enough to counterbalance the evil things, of which, when you set your mind to it, after all, so feasible an explanation could be found. London was at its darkest, and nothing invited him in the foggy and murky64 streets; nevertheless he lingered with that mixture of old habit and mental indolence which wastes so much time and disperses65 so many admirable resolutions. He went in the morning to see the house which belonged to him in Park Lane, and which was at present empty. It was one of those which look out from pleasant, large bow-windows upon the brightness of the Park and the cheerful thoroughfare. Even at such a moment it had a kind of brightness—as much light as could be got in London. It gave Walter a real pleasure to think of furnishing it for his mother, of seeing her take her place there and enter upon a larger life, a mode of existence for which he felt—with a glow of pride in her—she was more qualified66 than for the smaller village routine at Sloebury. His energy even went so far as to direct that the house should be put in order and prepared for occupation. And if he had gone home at once after this feat67, not all the threatenings of his mysterious enemy would have prevented a pleasant re-beginning of his old life.
But he did not; he lingered about the streets, about the hotel to which he had gone in the morning, for no particular reason, and it was late when he started for Sloebury—late and dark and cold, and his sleepless68 night and all the excitements from which he had fled, began to tell upon him. When he reached the familiar station his cheerfulness and good-humour had fled. And all the pleasant anticipations69 of the home-coming and the comfort with which he had remembered that existence, free of all mystery, in which he had seldom done anything but what seemed good in his own eyes, abandoned him as he stepped into the drizzle70 of a dark and rainy December night, into the poor and badly-lighted streets that surround a railway everywhere, and turn the worst side of every town to the eyes of strangers. He sent Symington and his baggage off before him, and himself set out to walk, with that incomprehensible pleasure in a little further delay which is so general. Stepping out into the mean streets had all the effect upon Walter’s tired frame and capricious and impatient mind, of sudden disenchantment. His imagination perhaps had been affected by the larger atmosphere from which he had come, and he had forgotten the dinginess71 and poverty, which never before had struck him with the same force. The damp drizzle which was all there was for air, seemed to suffocate72 him; the pavement was wet and muddy, dirt and wretchedness pervaded73 everything. Then he began to realise, as he walked, the scene he was going to, which he could call up before him with such perfect distinctness of memory. Home! It used to be the centre, in books, of all pleasant thoughts—the tired wanderer coming to rest and shelter, the prodigal74 out of hunger and misery75 to forgiveness and the fatted calf76, the “war-beaten soldier” from his cold sentry’s march, the sailor from the wet shrouds77 and gloomy seas—to good fires and welcomes, kisses and a hot supper. But that primitive78 symbol of imagination, like so many others, has got perhaps somewhat soiled with ignoble79 use; and it never was, perhaps, from this point of view that young men of Walter Methven’s type regarded the centre of family life, to which they returned when there was nothing better to do, with a sort of penitential sense of the duties that were considered binding80 there, and the preposterous81 things that would be expected of them.
Lord Erradeen, who had been longing82 for that safe and sensible refuge where no exaggeration or superstition83 prevailed, suddenly felt it rise before him like a picture of still life as he walked towards it. His mother seated knitting at one side of the fire, with a preoccupied84 look, listening for his step outside, the evening newspaper and a novel from Mudie’s on the table. Miss Merivale opposite working crewel work, and putting a question now and then as to when he was expected: the two lamps burning steadily85, the tick of the clock in the foreground, so to speak, the soul of the silent scene. The other accessories of the piece were all conventional ones: fire blazing brightly, now and then breaking into the monologue86 of the clock with a sudden rush and jet of flame, or dropping of ashes; curtains drawn87, sofas and chairs within the glow of the warmth, ready for the new-comer’s choice. There would be a sudden springing up, a disturbance88 of the perfect order of all these arrangements, on his entrance. He would be made to sit down in far too warm a corner; his personal appearance would be commented upon; that he was looking well, or ill, or tired, or as fresh as possible. And then the cross-examination would begin. Walter reminded himself that this cross-examination was maddening, and that even as a boy at school he had never been able to bear it. When he had said that he was well, and consented, yes, that he had come home sooner than he expected, but no, that nothing was wrong, what was there more to say? To be sure he had intended to say a great deal more, to pour forth all his troubles into his mother’s sympathetic bosom89; but that in any case could only have been when the two were alone. And would she understand him if he did so? Cousin Sophy—he could hear her in imagination—would give a sharp shriek90 of laughter at the idea of anything mysterious, at any suggestion of the supernatural (in which, of course, by this time Walter did not believe himself, but that was another matter). She would shriek even derisively91 at the idea that mesmerism could have affected any man in his senses. And his mother—what would she do? not shriek with laughter, that was not her way; but smile perhaps with a doubtful look to see whether it was possible that he could be in earnest in this incredible story of his. No, she would not believe him, she would think he was under the influence of some hallucination. She would look at him with a shock of something like contempt, an annoyed dismay that her son should be so credulous92, or so weak. Walter’s imagination leaped back to the other warm and softly-lighted room on the Isle, the innocent mother talking, who would have believed everything, the girl standing41 by who did understand, and that almost without a word. Ah, if that indeed were home! Thus with a sudden revulsion in his mind, shutting himself up, and double-locking the door of his heart, even before he had come to the door of the house, to which his mother, he knew, would rush to meet him, hearing and distinguishing his step—he went home.
Mrs. Methven, who had been on the watch all day, opened the door to him as he foresaw. She was trembling with anxiety and pleasure, yet self-restrained and anxious not to betray the excitement which probably he would think uncalled for; she took his wraps from him, and helped to take off his great-coat, giving an aid which was quite unnecessary, but which he, on his side commanding himself also, did his best to accept with an appearance of pleasure. “You have not dined,” she said, “there is something just ready. We waited half an hour, but I thought you would prefer to come by this train. Come in and get thawed93, and let me look at you, while they bring up your dinner.” She took him by the arm as she spoke, and led him into the drawing-room where everything was exactly as he had imagined. And she drew him, as he had imagined, too close to the fire, and drawing the softest chair, said “Sit down, dear, and get warm.”
“I am not a bit cold. I have walked, you know, from the station. How do you do, Cousin Sophy? Your room is too warm, mother, I always tell you so. However it looks very cheerful after the wet and mud outside,” he said, with an attempt to be gracious.
“The rain makes everything dismal94 out of doors. Has it been raining all the way? You have had a dreadful journey, my poor boy.”
“Of course it is warmer here than in Scotland,” said Miss Merivale.
And then there was a pause, and his mother looked at him more closely by the light of the lamp. She was just going to say “You are not looking very well”—when Walter broke in.
“I hear a tray coming, and I am very hungry. I shall go into the dining-room, mother, and join you by-and-by.”
“I will go too and wait upon you, Walter. I mean to wait upon you myself to-night. I hope your lordship has not grown too fine for that,” she said with an attempt at playful ease. It was a relief to leave Miss Merivale, and have her son all to herself. She put his chair to the table for him, and brought the claret which had been warming, and handed him his plate with a smile of content. “It is pleasant to serve one’s boy,” she said, “and we don’t want any third person. I have so much to hear, and to ask—”
An impatient prayer that she would not begin the moment he sat down to worry a fellow with questions was on Walter’s lips; but he forbore, doing his very best to command himself. To sit in his old place, to feel his old impulse, to find the claret too warm, and the potatoes cold, was almost too much for him; but still like a hero he forbore. And she took advantage of his magnanimity. She never relaxed her watch upon him. That is the penalty one pays for having one’s mother to serve one: a servant is silent at least. She asked him if he would not have a little more, just this little piece which was very nicely done? Some of the vegetables which were better cooked than usual? A little salad? Some stewed95 fruit with that Devonshire cream which he used to like? A little of his favourite cheese? She was not in general a fussy96 woman, but she was so anxious, after the rapprochement that had taken place on the eve of his going away, to please him, to preserve that tenderer strain of feeling—if it could be done this way! And yet all the time she was restraining herself not to say too much, not to worry him. A woman has to exercise such wiles97 often enough for her husband’s benefit; but it is hard to go through the process again for her son.
He bore it all with a devouring98 impatience99, yet self-restraint too—not entreating100 her in words to let him alone for heaven’s sake! as he would so fain have done. Perhaps there was something to be said on his side also; his mind was laden101 with care and anxiety, and wanted repose above all; and this wistful over-anxiety and desire to propitiate102 by details was irritating beyond description. He did not know how to put up with it. Love itself is sometimes very hard to put up with—embarrassing, officious, not capable of perceiving that to let its object alone is the best. Mrs. Methven did not know how to propitiate him—whether to show her interest or to put on a form of indifference103. All her urgency about his dinner, was it not to spare him the questions which she knew he did not love? But that succeeded badly, and her curiosity, or rather her anxiety, was great.
“How did you like Kinloch Houran?” she ventured to say at last. What a question! It seemed to Walter that a glance at his face would have shown her how inappropriate it was.
“Like Kinloch Houran!” he said. “If you want a categorical answer, mother—and I know you are never satisfied with anything else—not at all!”
“I am sorry for that, Walter, since it seems a place you must have a great deal to do with. Auchnasheen, then, was that better? You must teach me to pronounce the name.”
“Auchnasheen, if possible, was worse,” he said. “I shall never be able to endure either the one or the other, or forget the associations—don’t make me think of them, please. When I got home I thought I should be able to escape all that.”
“My dear, I beg your pardon: I did not know. Was the weather then so bad? They say it always rains—and the place very dull, of course, so far in the wilds? But you said in your letter that the lake was lovely, and that there were some pleasant people——”
He put up his hand, begging her to go no further. “It was lovely enough if you like, but I hate the place; isn’t that enough? I shall never go back with my free will.”
Mrs. Methven looked at him in astonishment104. “I thought—” she said, “you remember how fantastic you thought it, and medi?val—that you had to make a periodical visit to the old home of the race?”
His very lips trembled with irritation105. He had written about all that in the first days of his absence, and even after his arrival at Loch Houran, making fun of the old world stipulation106. She might have divined, he thought, that it was a very different matter now. “I am sorry to keep you so long here, out of your own comfortable corner,” he said. “You never like sitting in the dining-room. It is brutal107 of me to keep you here.”
“No, Walter, it is my pleasure,” she cried; then, poor soul, with that most uncalled-for, unprofitable desire for information, “And there are so many things I want to know——”
He commanded himself with a great effort. “Mother,” he said, “I have not enjoyed my visit to Scotland. There are a great many things that perhaps I may be able to talk of hereafter if you will give me time, but that I don’t want even to think of now. And I’m tired with my journey; and everything is not couleur de rose, as you seem to think. Let me alone, if you can, for to-night.”
“Let you alone—if I can!” She was so startled, so bitterly disappointed, that for a moment or two she could not speak. And this aggravated108 Walter still more.
“Mother,” he cried, getting up from his unsatisfactory meal, “I hope you are not going to make a scene the first night.”
Thus, without any intention, with indeed the strongest desire to adopt a better way, this was how young Lord Erradeen resumed his intercourse109 with his mother. And yet Oona’s mother, with all her little gentle affectations, with her kind effusiveness110 which there was no withstanding, had given him the sincerest sense of home and a refuge from trouble. Was it Oona’s presence that explained all, or was there something more subtle underneath111? There followed on this occasion no scene; but when Mrs. Methven returned to the drawing-room alone, leaving Walter, as she said, in peace to smoke his cigar after his dinner, Miss Merivale’s keen eyes perceived at once that the traveller’s meal had not been a happy ceremonial.
“I dare say he is tired,” she said.
“Yes, he is tired—almost too tired to eat. Smoke is the grand panacea,” said Mrs. Methven, with a smile.
“The worst of smoke is that it is so unsociable,” said Miss Merivale, cheerfully, picking up her book. “I think I’ll go to bed and leave you free for your talk with Walter when the cigar’s done. Oh yes, you will get on better by yourselves. You will get more out of him if you are alone. But I dare say you won’t get very much out of him. It will come by scraps—a little at a time; and he will be quite astonished that you don’t know—by instinct, I suppose. Men are all like that.”
It was very kind of Cousin Sophy. Mrs. Methven gave her a kiss of gratitude112 as she took her candle and went away. But the expedient113 after all did little good. Walter lingered over his cigar, growing less and less inclined for any confidences, while his mother lingered in the drawing-room, hoping he would come to her; and Cousin Sophy, by far the most comfortable of the three, established herself cosily114 in her easy-chair by her bed-room fire, with a yellow novel. Miss Merivale had aspirations115 beyond Mudie. She thought the French writers far more subtle and searching in their analysis of character than her compatriots ever were, and she liked their boldness, and the distinctness with which they cut away all pretences116 and showed humanity as it was. She had no opinion of humanity—but yet she was in her way very good-natured, and would even go out of her way to show kindness to one of her fellow-creatures, as she had done to-night. Though her own room looked comfortable, and was so indeed up to a certain point, Miss Merivale, if nobody else, was aware that there was a draught117 which there was no eluding,—a draught which, whatever you might do, caught you infallibly in the back of the neck. She had taken down the curtains and put them up again. She had changed the position of her seat. She had bought a folding screen. She had even changed her chair and procured118 a high-backed old-fashioned thing, something like that cushioned sentry-box in which porters delight; but in no way could she escape this draught, except in bed, and it was much too early to go to bed. Therefore she had made a distinct sacrifice of personal comfort in coming so soon up-stairs. She sat there and mused119, asking herself what boys were born for, or at least by what strange mistake Providence120 ever committed them to the charge of women; and why it was that they could not be happy or natural with the people they belonged to. “I feel almost sure now,” she said to herself, “that I shall have a stiff neck to-morrow, to no purpose, and that those two down-stairs are sitting in separate rooms, and will not say a word to each other.”
It was a curious, very curious reading of an English home, could any spectator have looked through the secure covering of that respectable roof, or through the curtains that veiled the windows, and seen the two rooms in which these two persons sat each alone. How was it? Why was it? The mother had no thought but for her son. The son was not unkind or heartless, but full of good qualities. And yet at a moment when he had much to tell, and she was eager to hear, they sat in two separate rooms, as if they were fellow-lodgers and no more. Cousin Sophy, who was a sensible woman, with much kind feeling towards both, though she was not perhaps the kind of person from whom any high degree of unselfish devotion was to be looked for, sat and shook her head, and “wondered at it,” as the ladies at Camelot did over Elaine. But it was a greater wonder than Elaine.
Was it, perhaps, the beginning of the fulfilment of that threat that everything would go ill with him, which had been made at Kinloch Houran? But if so it was no new ill, but only the further following out of an evil that had been growing for years.
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