He had got securely out of the immediate8 neighbourhood, and was safe from the risk of meeting any one belonging to it, and being questioned where he had been, before he began to feel the softening9 of relief, and a grateful sense of freedom. Then his heart recurred11 with a bound to the former situation. Expedients12 or compromises of any kind were no more to be thought of; the battle must be fought out on its natural ground. He must yield to the ignominious13 yoke14, or he must conquer. Last year he had fled, and forced himself to forget, and lived in a fever of impulses which he could not understand, and influences which drew him like—he could not tell like what—mesmerism, Katie had said, and perhaps she was right. It might be mesmerism; or it might be only the action of that uncontrolled and capricious mind which made him do that to-day which he loathed15 to-morrow. But however it was, the question had again become a primary one, without any compromise possible. He must yield, or he must win the battle. He put the losing first, it seemed so much the most likely, with a dreary16 sense of all the impossibilities that surrounded him. He had no standing4 ground upon which to meet his spiritual foe17. Refusal, what was that? It filled his life with distraction18 and confusion, but made no foundation for anything better, and afforded no hope of peace. Peace! The very word seemed a mockery to Walter. He must never know what it was. His soul (if he had one) would not be his own; his impulses, hitherto followed so foolishly, would be impotent for everything but to follow the will of another. To abdicate19 his own judgment20 altogether, to give up that power of deciding for himself which is the inheritance of the poorest, never to be able to help a poor neighbour, to aid a friend: to be a mere21 puppet in the hands of another—was it possible that he, a man, was to give himself up, thus bound hand and foot, to a slavery harder than that of any negro ever born? It was this that was impossible he cried within himself.
And then there suddenly came before Walter, like a vision set before him by the angels, a gleam of the one way of escape. When a poor wretch22 has fallen into a pit, a disused quarry23, perhaps, or an old coal-pit, or a still more eerie24 dungeon25, there shines over him, far off, yet so authentic26, a pure, clear intensity27 of light above, a concentrated glory of the day, a sort of opening of heaven in his sight. This is the spot of light, more beautiful than any star, which is all that the walls of his prison permit him to see of the common day, which above-ground is lavished28 around us in such a prodigal29 way that we make no account of it. There are times when the common virtues31 of life, the common calm and peacefulness, take an aspect like this to the fallen soul:—the simple goodness which, perhaps, he has scoffed32 at and found tame and unprofitable, appearing to the spirit in prison like heaven itself, so serene33 and so secure. To think he himself has fallen from that, might have possessed34 and dwelt in it, safe from all censure35 and dishonour36, if he had not been a fool! To think that all the penalties to which he has exposed himself might never have existed at all—if he had not been a fool! To think that now if some miracle would but raise him up to it—And then there are moments in which even the most vicious, the most utterly37 fallen, can feel as if no great miracle would be required, as if a little help, only a little, would do it—when strength is subdued and low, when the sense of dissatisfaction is strong, and all the impulses of the flesh in abeyance38, as happens at times. Walter’s mind came suddenly to this conviction as he walked and mused39. A good life, a pure heart, these were the things which would overcome—better, far better than any gain, than any sop40 given to fate; and he felt that all his desires went up towards these, and that there was nothing in him but protested against the degradation41 of the past. He had, he said to himself, never been satisfied, never been but disgusted with the riot and so-called pleasure. While he indulged in them he had loathed them, sinning contemptuously with a bitter scorn of himself and of the indulgences which he professed42 to find sweet.
Strange paradox43 of a soul! which perceived the foulness44 of the ruin into which it had sunk, and hated it, yet sank deeper and deeper all the while. And now how willing he was to turn his back upon it all, and how easy it seemed to rise with a leap to the higher level and be done with everything that was past! The common goodness of the simple people about seemed suddenly to him like a paradise in which was all that was lovely. To live among your own, to do them good, to be loved and honoured, to have a history pure and of good report, nothing in it to give you a blush; to love a pure and good woman, and have her for your companion all your life—how easy, how simple, how safe it was! And what tyrant45 out of the unseen could rule a man like this, or disturb his quiet mastery of himself and all that belonged to him? Once upon that standing ground and who could assail46 you? And it seemed at that moment so easy and so near. Everything round was wholesome47, invigorating, clear with the keen purity of nature, fresh winds blowing in his face, air the purest and clearest, inspiring body and soul, not a lurking48 shade of temptation anywhere, everything tending to goodness, nothing to evil.
“And you think these pettifogging little virtues will deliver you,” said some one quietly by his side.
There were two figures walking along in the wintry sunshine instead of one—that was all. The stone-cutter on the road who had seen Lord Erradeen pass and given him a good morning, rubbed his eyes when next he paused to rest and looked along the road. He saw two gentlemen where but one had been, though it was still so early and “no a drap” had crossed his lips. “And a pretty man!” he said to himself with mingled49 amazement50 and admiration51. As for Walter, it was with an instinctive52 recoil53 that he heard the voice so near to him, but that not because of any supernatural sensation, though with an annoyance54 and impatience55 inexpressible that any one should be able to intrude56 on his privacy and thus fathom57 his thoughts.
“This is scarcely an honourable58 advantage you take of your powers.”
The other took no notice of this reproach. “A good man,” he said, “a good husband, a good member of society, surrounded by comfort on all sides and the approbation59 of the world. I admire the character as much as you do. Shall I tell you what this good man is? He is the best rewarded of all the sons of men. Everything smiles upon him: he has the best of life. Everything he does counts in his favour. And you think that such a man can stand against a purpose like mine? But for that he would want a stronger purpose than mine. Goodness,” he continued reflectively, “is the best policy in the world. It never fails. Craft may fail, and skill and even wisdom, and the finest calculations; but the good always get their reward. A prize falls occasionally to the other qualities, but theirs is the harvest of life. To be successful you have only to be good. It is far the safest form of self-seeking, and the best.” He had fallen into a reflective tone, and walked along with a slight smile upon his lips, delivering with a sort of abstract authority his monologue60, while Walter, with an indescribable rage and mortification61 and confusion of all his thoughts, accompanied him like a schoolboy overpowered by an authority against which his very soul was rebel. Then the speaker turned upon his companion with a sort of benevolent62 cordiality. “Be good!” he said. “I advise it—it is the easiest course you can pursue: you will free yourself from by far the worst part of the evils common to humanity. Nothing is so bad as the self-contempt under which I have seen you labouring, the shame of vice63 for which you have no true instinct, only a sham6 appetite invented by the contradictoriness64 of your own mind. Be good! it pays better than anything else in life.”
Here Walter interrupted him with an exclamation65 of anger irrestrainable. “Stop!” he cried, “you have tortured me by my sins, and because I had nothing better to fall back upon. Will you make this more odious66 still?”
“By no means,” said the other, calmly. “You think I want you to be miserable67? You are mistaken—I don’t. Seeking the advantage of my race as I do, there is nothing I more desire than that you should have the credit of a spotless life. I love reputation. Be good! it is the most profitable of all courses. I repeat that whatever may fail that never does. Your error is to think that it will free you from me. So far as concerns me it would probably do you more injury than good; for it may well be that I shall have to enforce measures which will revolt you and make you unhappy. But then you will have compensations. The world will believe that only bad advisers68 or mistaken views could move so good a man to appear on occasions a hard landlord, a tyrannical master. And then your virtue30 will come in with expedients to modify the secondary effect of my plans and soften10 suffering. I do not desire suffering. It will be in every way to our advantage that you should smooth down and soften and pour balm into the wounds which in the pursuit of a higher purpose it is necessary to make. Do not interrupt: it is the r?le I should have recommended to you, if, instead of flying out like a fool, you had left yourself from the first in my hands.”
“I think you must be the devil,” Walter said.
“No; nor even of his kind: that is another mistake. I have no pleasure in evil any more than in suffering, unless my object makes it necessary. I should like you to do well. It was I, was it not, that set before you the miserableness69 of the life you have been leading? which you had never faced before. Can you suppose that I should wish greatness to the race and misfortune to its individual members? Certainly not. I wish you to do well. You could have done so, and lived very creditably with the girl whom you have just left, whom you have driven into refusing you. Take my advice—return to her, and all will be well.”
“You have a right to despise me,” said Walter, quivering with passion and self-restraint. “I did take your advice, and outraged70 her and myself. But that is over, and I shall take your advice no more.”
“You are a fool for your pains,” he said. “Go back now and you will find her mind changed. She has thought it over. What! you will not? I said it in your interest, it was your best chance. You could have taken up that good life which I recommend to you with all the more success had there been a boundless71 purse to begin upon. Poor it is not so easy: but still you can try. Your predecessor72 was of that kind. There was nothing in him that was bad, poor fellow. He was an agglomeration73 of small virtues. Underwood was his one vice, a fellow who played cards with him and amused him. No one, you will find, has anything to say against him; he was thought weak, and so he was—against me. But that did not hinder him from being good.”
“In the name of Heaven what do you call yourself, that can speak of good and evil as if they were red and blue!” the young man cried. Passion cannot keep always at a climax74. Walter’s mind ranged from high indignation, rage, dismay, to a wonder that was almost impersonal75, which sometimes reached the intolerable point, and burst out into impatient words. It seemed impossible to endure the calm of him, the reason of him, as he walked along the hilly road like any other man.
“It is not amiss for a comparison,” he answered with a smile. His composure was not to be disturbed. He made no further explanations. While he played upon the young man beside him as on an instrument, he himself remained absolutely calm. “But these are abstractions,” he resumed, “very important to you in your individual life, not so important to me who have larger affairs in hand. There is something however which will have to be decided76 almost immediately about the island property. I told you that small business about the cotters in the glen was a bagatelle77. On the whole, though I thought it folly78 at the time, your action in the matter was serviceable. A burst of generosity79 has a fine effect. It is an example of what I have been saying. It throws dust in the eyes of the world. Now we can proceed with vigour80 on a larger scale.”
“If you mean to injure the poor tenants81, never! and whatever you mean, no,” cried Walter, “I will not obey you. Claim your rights, if you have any rights, publicly.”
“I will not take that trouble. I will enforce them through my descendant.”
“No! you can torture me, I am aware, but something I have learned since last year.”
“You have learned,” said his companion calmly, “that your theatrical82 benevolence83 was not an unmixed good, that your protégés whom you kept to that barren glen would have been better off had they been dislodged cruelly from their holes. The question in its larger forms is not to be settled from that primitive84 point of view. I allow,” he said with a smile, “that on the whole that was well done. It leaves us much more free for operations now. It gives a good impression—a man who in spite of his kind heart feels compelled to carry out—”
“You are a demon,” cried the young man, stung beyond endurance. “You make even justice a matter of calculation, even the natural horror of one’s mind. A kind heart! is that like a spade, an instrument in your hands?”
“The comparison is good again,” said his companion with a laugh; “your faculty85 that way is improving. But we must have no trifling86 about the matter in hand. The factor from the isles87 is not a fool like this fellow here, whom I tolerate because he has his uses too. The other will come to you presently, he will lay before you—”
“I will not hear him—once for all I refuse—”
“What, to receive your own servant?” said the other. “Come, this is carrying things too far. You must hear, and see, and consent. There is no alternative, except—”
“Except—if it comes to that, what can you do to me?” asked Walter, ghastly with that rending88 of the spirit which had once more begun within him, and with the host of fierce suggestions that surged into his mind. He felt as men feel when they are going mad, when the wild intolerance of all conditions which is the root of insanity89 mounts higher and higher in the brain—when there is nothing that can be endured, nothing supportable, and the impulse to destroy and ravage90, to uproot91 trees and beat down mountains, to lay violent hands upon something, sweeps like a fiery92 blast across the soul. Even in madness there is always a certain self-restraint. He knew that it would be vain to seize the strong and tranquil93 man who stood before him, distorting everything in heaven and earth with his calm consistency94: therefore in all the maddening rush of impulse that did not suggest itself. “What can you do to me?” How unnecessary was the question! What he could do was sensible in every point, in the torrent95 of excitement that almost blinded, almost deafened96 the miserable young man. He saw his enemy’s countenance97 as through a mist, a serene and almost beautiful face—looking at him with a sort of benevolent philosophical98 pity which quickened the flood of passion. His own voice was stifled99 in his throat, he could say no more. Nor could he hear for the ringing in his ears, what more his adversary100 was saying to him—something wildly incoherent he thought, about Prospero, Prospero! “Do you think I am Prospero to send you aches and stitches?” The words seemed to circle about him in the air, half mockery, half folly. What had that to do with it? He walked along mechanically, rapt in an atmosphere of his own, beating the air like a drowning man.
How long this horror lasted he could never tell. While still those incomprehensible syllables101 were wavering about him, another voice suddenly made itself heard, a touch came upon his arm. He gave a violent start, recoiling102 from the touch, not knowing what it was. By degrees, however, as the giddiness went off, he began to see again, to perceive slowly coming into sight those mountains that had formed the background in Katie’s room, and to hear the soft wash of the waters upon the beach. He found himself standing close to the loch, far below the road upon which he had been walking. Had he rushed down to throw himself into the water, and thus end the terrible conflict? He could never tell. Or whether it was some angel that had arrested the terrible impulse. When the mist dispersed103 from his eyes he saw this angel in a red shirt standing close to him, looking at him with eyes that peered out beneath the contraction104 of a pair of shaggy sandy eyebrows105, from an honest freckled106 face. “My lord! you’ll maybe no have seen Miss Oona?” Hamish said. And Walter heard himself burst into a wild laugh that seemed to fill the whole silent world with echoes. He caught hold of the boatman’s arm with a grasp that made even Hamish shrink. “Who sent you here?” he cried; “who sent you here? Do you come from God?” He did not know what he said.
“My lord! you mustna take that name in vain. I’m thinking the Almighty107 has a hand in maist things, and maybe it was just straight from Him I’ve come, though I had no suspicion o’ that,” Hamish said. He thought for the first moment it was a madman with whom he had to do. Walter had appeared with a rush down the steep bank, falling like some one out of the skies, scattering108 the pebbles109 on the beach, and Hamish had employed Oona’s name in the stress of the moment as something to conjure110 with. He was deeply alarmed still as he felt the quiver in the young man’s frame, which communicated itself to Hamish’s sturdy arm. Madness frightens the most stout-hearted. Hamish was brave enough, as brave as a Highlander111 need be, but he was half alarmed for himself, and much more for Oona, who might appear at any moment. “I’ll just be waiting about and nothing particular to do,” he said in a soothing112 tone; “if ye’ll get into the boat, my lord, I’ll just put your lordship hame. Na, it’s nae trouble, nae trouble.” Hamish did not like the situation; but he would rather have rowed twenty maniacs113 than put Oona within reach of any risk. He took Lord Erradeen by the elbow and directed him towards the boat, repeating the kindly114 invitation of his country—“Come away, just come away; I’ve naething particular to do, and it will just be a pleasure.”
“Hamish,” said Walter, “you think I am out of my mind: but you are mistaken, my good fellow. I think you have saved my life, and I will not forget it. What was that you said about Miss Oona?”
Hamish looked earnestly into the young man’s face.
“My lord,” he began with hesitation115, “you see—if a young gentleman is a thocht out of the way, and just maybe excited about something and no altogether his ain man—what’s that to the like of me? Never a hair o’ hairm would that do to Hamish. But when it’s a leddy, and young and real tender-hearted! We maun aye think o’ them, my lord, and spare them—the weemen. No, it’s what we dinna do—they have the warst in a general way to bear. But atween you and me, my lord, that though you’re far my shuperior, are just man and man——”
“It is you that are my superior, Hamish,” said Lord Erradeen; “but look at me now and say if you think I am mad. You have saved me. I am fit to speak to her now. Do you think I would harm her? Not for anything in the world.”
“No if you were—yoursel’—Lord Erradeen.”
“But I am—myself. And the moment has come when I must know. Take my hand, Hamish; look at me. Do you think I am not to be trusted with Oona?”
“My lord, to make Hamish your judge, what’s that but daft too? And what right have ye to call my young leddy by her name? You’re no a drap’s blood to them, nor even a great friend.”
Oona’s faithful guardian116 stood lowering his brows upon the young lord with a mingled sense of the superiority of his office, and of disapproval117, almost contemptuous, of the madman who had given it to him. That he should make Hamish the judge was mad indeed. And yet Hamish was the judge, standing on his right to defend his mistress. They stood looking at each other, the boatman holding his shaggy head high, reading the other’s face with the keenest scrutiny118. But just then there came a soft sound into the air, a call from the bank, clear, with that tone, not loud but penetrating119, which mountaineers use everywhere.
“Are you there, Hamish?” Oona cried.
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