EVERY MAN OUT OF HIS HUMOUR.
SUPERSTITION1 will have it that marriage is a good thing, and, being one of the most powerful agents in human affairs, forbids discussion of its pseudo-axiom. Superstition uses marriage as a club with which to lay men and women low. Sincerity2 insists on examining marriage, and discovers that there is no such thing, as superstition interprets it. Society does not marry people, neither does the Church. Society and Church can only record what they are told. Men and women marry themselves by as much free will as they possess, and their marriage will be good or bad or both in the degree in which they are good or bad or both. If their marriage is good it will endure. If it is bad it will come to an end and it will none the less be at an end though superstition insist that the parties to it continue miserably3 to dwell under one roof and never seek outside it the love they have suffered to escape. Superstition refuses to countenance4 divorce—a dissolution of the bond as free as the making of it—and smiles blandly5 upon every hideous6 captivity7 so long as it comes not to public knowledge. . . Superstitious8 persons are perpetually setting their faces against Nature’s subtle and ingenious provisions for every emergency, but, it is to be observed, that if you set your face against anything in Nature, it will simply go round the other way and hit you in the back of the neck, exactly at the moment when you are congratulating yourself on having made a comfortable provision for the mature years of your life and a ripe and venerable old age.
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They were very superstitious persons who lived near Frederic and Jessie Folyat, and they smiled benignantly upon their young marriage. Every morning several old ladies and more than one old gentleman peeped out of their dining-room windows to see Jessie walk down the garden on Frederic’s arm and kiss him at the little iron gate.
“Ah!” they said, “young love! Young love! There is nothing like it.”
And this in the face of their own appalling9 experience and the fact that Frederic and Jessie were neither of them very young: but superstitious persons realise very little of all that happens to them and they see even less of what is presented to their eyes. It was enough for these people that Jessie and Frederic were newly married, and they kept them in their minds as newly married long after they had settled down and the exciting novelty had given way to day-to-day habit.
Frederic never saw the heads at the windows as he hurried away to his office, but Jessie saw them, and more for them than for any satisfaction of her own she maintained the practice of kissing her husband. In the evening she would go down to the little gate and kiss him again as he arrived.
“Ah! Lucky man!” the audience would sigh in their withered10, sentimental11 old hearts.
When Frederic did not come Jessie would turn and visibly wilt12 under the gaze of the superstitious persons, who muttered to themselves:
“Poor little bride! Poor little bride!”
At length there came a time when on four evenings in succession Frederic did not come, and on the fourth evening Jessie could not bring herself to turn and walk up the path alone. She went out into the street, round the corner, and in at the kitchen door, and not again for a long time did she go down to the little iron gate in the evening.
Frederic was a liar13 of the common type, which indulges in absurd and useless exaggerations. When he bought a [Pg 297]neck-tie at a cheap hosier’s for half-a-crown he would say he got it at a more fashionable shop for seven-and-six, though the name of the maker14 was sewn inside it. When he borrowed money he would ask for three times as much as he wanted. When he walked three miles he always stretched them out to ten. His lying was for his own benefit first of all, and it was to help in deceiving himself that he extended it to other people. His income was always estimated at at least three times too high a figure, and his expenditure15, which also he blew out to convince himself of the truth of his estimate, always exceeded it. Jessie had two hundred a year: he persuaded himself that she had five hundred, and forced many quarrels upon her because she came to him with bills for household expenses. . . . Time and again did Jessie find him out in his lying, but, as he always carried it into their intimate relation and multiplied the nothing that he gave her to the nth power, she was appeased17; but imperceptibly she was contaminated, and in spite of her many anxious moments as to their solvency18, contracted the habit of lying to her family as to her affairs and the state of Frederic’s business. This was, in fact, unhealthy. Outside the management of the Bradby-Folyat estate there was very little work that could bring in any solid profit, though in his office there was an air of bustling19 activity due to the fairly constant stream of small county-court and police-court cases, which came to him as a tribute to his prowess as a liar. Being what is called a gentleman, he could lie from a coign of vantage, and a number of small shopkeepers and shady customers came to Lawyer Folyat, though, when there was any danger of a skilful20 cross-examination, they soon learned to avoid him. Still, there was enough business in the office to go to Frederic’s head: he was one of those men who are perpetually intoxicated21, though they never touch alcohol and may be, frequently are, ardent22 temperance reformers. Every case that came into his office became four or five in his mind, and he never doubted but that he was building up a large, solid, and flourishing business. He had all the air of a successful man, hoodwinked many innocent persons [Pg 298]and very soon had two young men as articled clerks, whose premiums23 went to swell24 his banking25 account. He was what is called generous, gave for the pleasure of being thanked, and lavished26 presents on his wife, his mother, his mother-in-law, his sisters, and Jessie’s sisters. He thought for a long time of paying his father back some of the money that had been disbursed27 for him, thought it over so long that at last he believed he had repaid it and patted himself on the back as a dutiful son. . . . When he had moments of doubt—and they were very awful when they came—he would go to his mother and she would cluck over him like an old hen, and tell him he was the most grateful, the most affectionate, the most generous, and truly thoughtful of her children. He would gulp28 down her flattery and win back to self-deception, without which it had become impossible for him to face his wife, whom he was for ever pestering29 with absurd questions like “Do you love me?” “How much do you love me?” “Would anything ever make you cease to love me?” And when she replied as best she could with exaggerated demonstrations30 he hardly listened to her. . . . Truly in their relationship it was he who played the feminine part.
When Jessie was with child he lied to himself about his son, saw himself building up a great firm for his inheritance, and from the very first moment being a hero to the little fellow. He began to feel irresistible31 and so tormented32 his wife with his swaggering that she protested by mentioning one or two awkward little facts. She brought down on herself such a storm of anger that her nerves gave way and she had a fit of hysteria. . . In a week she was brought to bed of a miscarriage33.
She was not very ill, but she suffered terribly, for Frederic hardly spoke34 a word to her for ten days, and then he arranged for her to go and stay at the sea alone, unless she chose to take one of her sisters with her. She would not do that and she went alone. He promised to spend Saturdays and Sundays with her, but at the end of each week he declared that it was impossible for him to get away. . . . He was hardly responsible for his actions. [Pg 299]The most glorious fiction he had ever created had come toppling down and he was not altogether to blame for the breach35 which gaped36 so wide between himself and his wife that he could not avoid seeing it. She, too, had missed her opportunity, for she was so oppressed by the physical ugliness of the calamity37 that she was frozen by it and could not give him the warmth that might have saved him from still further floundering in the morass38. . . . As it was, he was savagely39 resentful against her and missed not the pettiest occasion of hurting her. Under this treatment her love died almost without a struggle, so painlessly indeed that she attributed all her hurt and her agony to the discovery that came to her by the sea, that Frederic had never loved her. She saw that clearly and was instantly filled with dread40 lest she should betray herself and let him feel that she knew. . . . Every letter she wrote to him was carefully framed to convey a picture of herself as loyal, tender, devoted41, proud, and—with the most cunning falsity of all—admiring. These letters soothed42 Frederic. He had found it difficult to admire his own brutality43, though, as he moved further away from it, it was distorted by the prism of his vanity into something very like strength. That accomplished44, it became an easy task to cover over the unpleasant fact of the disaster so that it became as a pearl upon his shell.
He was loftily forgiving when Jessie returned, and she was softly, cushionly submissive. For the first time—love being dead—she let loose upon him the full force of her sex. He was still sensitive enough to feel repelled45, even as he yielded.
Their house was filled with stealthy shadows. It grew darker and darker. Each sought to illuminate46 it with lies, lies, and yet more lies.
At first, as usual, his lies gave him the illusion of greater freedom, and he heightened the illusion by treating Jessie with less and less consideration. He gulped47 down the forced admiration48 she gave him and was always trying to squeeze more of it out of her. When he was in a mood of self-abasement she admired the loftiness which could stoop to acknowledge its defects, and quickly [Pg 300]he was riding off again with his head full of himself as the kindest of husbands, the best of sons, the most irresistibly49 successful of men. Such glaring divergence50 presented itself to his mind as consistency51.
Such a state of things imposed a heavy strain upon Jessie. She was not always quick enough to follow him in his snipe-like flights. Sometimes when he was accusing himself of neglect and thoughtlessness and lack of consideration for her, it seemed to her that it would be easiest and might afford both of them relief if she agreed with him. Then his vanity writhed52 and furiously he would cry:
“You are always finding fault with me. . . My mother thinks me perfect.”
It is impossible to be wise where love is not, and Jessie could not learn discretion53. He was so extraordinarily54 convincing in his self-reproach that she always forgot the lessons of caution she had set herself in his absence.
Still he would force endearing phrases upon her and caresses55 and demand to be told that she loved him. Her parrot-cries appeased him, and, feeling confident that she loved him, in stealthy small ways he began to betray her, indeed, where before he had only dared to be false to her in thought. He absented himself from his house to seek the company of flattering fools. He returned at longer and longer intervals56 to stoke up the furnace of his wife’s love. . . . He was like a child who, having built a house of cards, removes first one card and then another from the base and leaves only enough to keep the edifice57 ominously58 swaying.
Do what he would, Frederic was slowly forced into retreat. It is impossible for life to stand still. If it cannot move forward it will plunge59 backward. Life is for ever seeking its channel, love. . . . Frederic was borne backward, and it was not long before he came to the thought of Annie Lipsett. Easily he persuaded himself that he had been treated with injustice60, and thwarted61 by interference from doing what was right. Pitying himself, he began to pity her, and, in a tremendous [Pg 301]orgy of self-righteousness, told himself that he ought to make amends63, and at least, even if he could do nothing, let her know that he had not forgotten her. It did not occur to him that she might have forgotten him: impossible to conceive that she could wish to.
Though he was on a considerably64 more amiable65 footing with his father, he could not broach66 the subject with him. As far as Francis was concerned it was buried, and was not to be exhumed67. Frederic turned to Serge, and by hints and semi-questions drew his own conclusion that Serge was still in touch with Annie. He left it at that and waited, and took to frequenting Serge’s company enough to form a fairly accurate idea of his habitual68 movements. These still included frequent excursions into the country, for Serge found a good market for water-colour drawings of the semi-urbanised fells and dales of Lancashire, and the little towns so tucked away into a narrow valley that from one side of them you could see across the smoke to the hills and the green country beyond.
One day, when he knew that Serge was out on an expedition, Frederic visited his studio and ransacked69 it. He found two letters from Annie Lipsett and from them became possessed70 of her history. Serge’s friend, the farmer, had married six months before and Annie had had to come to town again to earn her living as best she could. Serge had procured72 her a situation in a dressmaker’s, and she was in lodgings73 in a suburb not very far away from Annette’s little house.
Frederic wrote a very cautious little letter on his office paper, and, in a spasm74 of jealousy75 of Serge, enclosed a five-pound note. The money was returned two days later without any reply. He sent it back again, imploring76 her to take it if she had a single friendly thought of him or any wish for his happiness. (He heaved an enormous sigh as he wrote the word—happiness). The five-pound note was returned again. He guessed, rightly, that Serge was responsible, and he swore that he would not be ousted77 from his rightful position as benefactor78 to the woman he had wronged. Was not his own happiness [Pg 302]wrecked79? Could he not, by this means, restore it? . . . He was persuaded that he could.
He left his office early, and with a hectic80 sort of elation16 in the adventure—it was so much more exciting than the idea of returning home—set out to discover the house in which Annie Lipsett lived. He waited at the corner of the street until he saw her coming. She was with Serge. Furiously he turned and strode away.
The next evening he waited for her. She was alone. With Byronic gloom he stood in front of her and said:
“Annie!”
She caught her breath and stepped back a pace.
“Please,” she said. “No! I thought you would understand.”
“I understand nothing,” said Frederic; “nothing except that my life is miserable81, wrecked, a thing of captivity and torture.”
“You mustn’t come to see me. It isn’t right. . . . Your . . .”
“It is right,” said Frederic. “It has all been wrong, but this is right.”
(He knew his language was stilted82, but he could not give himself time to revise it.)
Annie said simply:
“Please, Mr. Frederic, it isn’t any good. It was all over long ago. Your way and my way aren’t the same.”
Frederic walked with her down the street, and found it hard to keep up with her, she went so swiftly. He made one last effort and said:
“I want to see the child . . . Our own was . . .”
Annie had heard about that from Serge. She turned to him and held out her hands:
“I’m so sorry. . . . You shall see him just this once, if you’ll promise me never to come again . . . and he is not to know who you are. He has never heard of you.”
The unconscious cruelty of her words did not penetrate83 Frederic’s mind. The situation appealed to him as a situation. He was becoming a connoisseur84, and the [Pg 303]ironically bitter savour of this tickled85 his palate. With offensive humility86 and gratitude87 he said:
“Thank you . . . Thank you.”
The boy was in bed sleeping, with the clothes tumbled by his restlessness and his arms flung across his face.
“He is such a good boy,” said Annie; “he has always been good and happy.”
“He is like you,” said Frederic. “I am glad I have seen him. I am glad to have found you again.”
“Will you go now?”
Frederic was startled. Her simplicity88 and gentleness had sobered him. He had grown so used to swaggering from situation to situation that it was alarming to find this, which should have been the most touching89 and moving and the most honourable90 to himself, dissolved by the light touch of sincerity. It was all the more disconcerting, inasmuch as he had made no allowance for change in Annie. In their previous acquaintance she had been as adroit91 and as eager as he in the game of False Positions, which is the principal occupation of human beings all the world over. He had taken her rejection92 of his proffered93 assistance as another move in the game, and lo!—here she was simply ignoring the past and out of a purely94 general sort of friendliness95 allowing him to see her son, and when he had seen, requesting him to go! He was humiliated97, but still so astonished that, though all his desire was to play upon her pity and so to drag her back to the old footing, he could not find words keen enough for his purpose. He heaved great sighs and fixed98 her with sorrowful and yearning99 eyes, but she gazed only at the child, busied herself with his bed, put up her hand to the gas jet and waited until Frederic was out of the room before she turned it low.
He waited for her in the passage.
“Tell me,” he said, “how you are off for money. You shall not want. . . .”
“I make my living. I like my work.”
“I couldn’t bear to think of you suffering through me.”
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Annie looked at him with that disarming100 directness that was unfamiliar101 to him:
“I have suffered,” she said.
Frederic went away.
It was not long before he had persuaded himself that she had deliberately102 plotted to humiliate96 him, by meeting his generosity103—had he not been generous?—with what he called “beastly pride.” Generosity, in his dual104 scheme of the world, should find its complement105 in a grovelling106 gratitude. Generosity was the prerogative107 of the male, gratitude the privilege of the female. That a woman should show self-reliance and fling back a man’s generosity, suspect him most of all when he brought gifts, offended him as an indecency . . . After all if the woman does not take her cue from the man where is he? How can he continue to play his part? What becomes of the human drama?
Frederic’s reflections of course were more particular than this, but, generalised, they would amount to the same thing. The world (i.e. Frederic) was so dishonest that honesty (i.e. an honest person, Annie) seemed to be offending against all the rules of the game, and, since the world is under the illusion that its whole existence depends on the game, it devotes its energy to the suppression of honesty. . . . Frederic told himself that he had a right to assist the woman, who was defiantly108 happy in the face of her sin, while he, her partner in that sin, was properly wretched and conscience-stricken and honestly desirous of making amends. He would obey his conscience—that must be right!—regain his self-respect and compel gratitude from Annie.
“We shall see!” he said, having partially109 restored his belief in his own rectitude and irresistibility110.
He took to sending toys and little garments for the boy. They were returned to his office.
He went to Annie’s rooms to find that she had flown. The devil of obstinacy111 was roused in him, and he bribed112 her landlady113 to procure71 her new address. He called but was refused admittance. . . . Then one morning he waited and followed her to her place of business and [Pg 305]thereafter waylaid114 her several times. She was quite amiable but absolutely unyielding. One day as he was walking along by her side breathlessly pouring into her ear a tale of self-pity, self-accusation, self-abasement, entreaty115 for forgiveness, a word of kindness, extravagant116 out-pourings of love for the boy and his brave, splendid, true-hearted mother, all mixed together most adroitly117 with a complacent118 masculine belief in the softness and gullibility119 of the female heart, they met Serge. Annie called to him. Serge came at once.
“Take me home,” she said.
Frederic caught hold of her arm and solemnly abjured120 her not to break his heart, to believe in him, to believe that he only was her friend. . . .
“Let her go, you swine,” said Serge, and thrust Frederic away.
They were in a crowded thoroughfare. It had been raining and the streets were very muddy. It was evening and clerks and shop assistants were hurrying home. No one paid any attention to the little group. The stream of people parted, passed round them, closed again, and moved on. . . . The cold anger in Serge’s tone infuriated Frederic. He saw it all now. It was Serge who was thwarting121 him. Serge who at every turn was thrusting humiliation122 upon him. He lost count of everything in hatred123 of Serge. He had a stick in his hand. He raised it and struck blindly. The stick was wrenched124 away, he received a terrific blow on the point of his chin, his feet slipped from under him, and he went down. . . . By the time he was up again Serge and Annie had disappeared. No one paid him any heed125, only, a few yards away, grinning from ear to ear, he saw the boy from his office.
He hailed a cab and drove home. Jessie was alarmed at his condition, but her alarm gave way to pride as he told her how he had seen a man break a shop-window and run away with a handful of jewels—a huge, burly man, and how he had given chase, caught up with him, and after a tremendous struggle—the man knew a good deal about wrestling—held him until the arrival of the police. [Pg 306]. . . What with the soothing126 influence of having his wounds tended, and the interest of his story, Frederic found it not at all difficult to recover from the degradation127 of the scene in the street and its outcome. He was so gentle and caressing128, so apparently129 without thought beyond the moment, that Jessie began flutteringly to whisper to her heart that perhaps she had been wrong, perhaps, after all, Frederic had really loved her from the beginning. Both indulged in the luxury of forgiveness and fond indulgence, and they were like a shyly self-conscious couple on honeymoon130.
Honeymoon folly131 is weakening, and next day Frederic had small power of resistance against his own miserable thoughts. His office-boy smirked132 when he saw him, and in the afternoon he grinned with a damnable familiarity as he announced Mr. Serge Folyat. Serge came in on his heels, caught the boy by the ear and thrust him out through the door. Frederic sank back into his chair, did his best to draw on his professional manner and sat with his fingertips pressed together and his lips pursed up.
Serge said:
“I’ve come to beg your pardon. I lost my temper.”
Frederic could find nothing to say. Serge went on:
“Let us, if we can, discuss the matter on a friendly footing. You made a beast of yourself by pestering a woman. I made a beast of myself by hitting you. Now we know where we are. . . . We’re likely to meet at home and other places where any obvious hostility133 would be embarrassing. . . .”
“I don’t wish to meet you at home or anywhere else.”
“It will be difficult to avoid. I think we had better settle the case out of court. Isn’t that what you call it?”
Frederic tugged134 at his waistcoat and looked almost dignified135 as he said:
“I have no wish to interfere62 in your affairs. I will thank you not to meddle136 with mine.”
“It happens, however,” replied Serge, “that our affairs have overlapped137. I must ask you to withdraw.”
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“And if I refuse?”
“Then it will become necessary for me to knock you down whenever I find you in my way. . . .”
“May I ask. . . ?”
“What I am getting out of it for myself? I was foolish enough to believe that you would not look for an interested motive138. . . . The position is this. . . . You shirked a responsibility which I have had the pleasure and the privilege of assuming. Your beastly jealousy resents that, and you seem bent139 on taking up that old responsibility. There are two reasons why you should not do that—first, because it is too late; second, because your attempt to do so is an insult to your wife . . .”
“Keep my wife out of it.”
“If you will tell your wife and ask her permission to make a settlement upon the boy . . .”
“You know I can’t do that. I can’t afford it.”
“Then leave it alone.”
“No.”
“You’ll take the consequences?”
“I’ll take the consequences and be damned to you. . . . It’s a fine thing to do, isn’t it?—to take a woman when she’s gone under?”
“My dear brother,” said Serge, “you are the most childish little blackguard . . .”
“I’m man enough, any way, to stand up for my own rights . . .”
“When you learn that you have no rights you’ll be a man . . . In a way you are right. My brother is not my keeper. I should prefer not to let the thing go any further, for your wife’s sake. . . .”
“Keep my wife out of it!”
“Good-bye, then . . . You insist on being a fool?”
“I shall do as I think best.”
The office-boy announced another client and Serge went away.
Frederic continued to waylay140 Annie Lipsett, but could never meet her without Serge, who called for her at her house in the morning and at her place of business [Pg 308]in the evening. He wrote to her and implored141 her to give him an opportunity of explaining himself. (He had begun to believe, without reference to Jessie, whom he kept in a separate compartment142 of his mind, that he loved Annie, had never ceased to love her, and that a declaration of love would break down her resistance.) She did not reply and he wrote at great length explaining his desire to set her beyond anxiety, and hinting at the fires that were raging in his bosom143, fires which he stoked with unceasing care.
At last he had a letter from her. She wrote:
“DEAR MR. FREDERIC,—Please, please believe that I want nothing from you, that I am happier as I am. I don’t want my boy ever to know who his father was. He is mine by all the love I have given him. I could not share him with you, and to let you do anything for him would be sharing, wouldn’t it? I have thought no ill of you for a long time now. I was to blame just as much as you. That is all over. You cannot take me into your life, therefore I cannot take you into mine . . .”
Frederic was interrupted in the reading of it and slipped it into the pocket of his coat.
His long absences had begun to stir jealousy in his wife. She was spying on him. She found the letter, her jealousy burst into flame, and thereafter was no peace in Frederic’s house, nor any moment of sweetness and ease.
Once more, with horrible hypocrisy144, Jessie resumed her habit of walking with her husband to the little iron gate in the morning, and meeting him there in the evening, and the old ladies and gentlemen, who had been a little anxious, peered through their windows and smiled their blessings145.
Mrs. Folyat always said that Frederic’s house reminded her of Eden before the Fall.
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