I did not regard my past in that light. It was vital. Until the woman I loved should share my fortunes I felt the future to be an indefinite postponement1. How she could come into my life again I dared not surmise2; that she would come, I never doubted. I knew now that the letter which I had both hoped for and dreaded4, would never arrive. For Dorrie’s sake they had decided5 to remain together. In my wiser moments I was glad of it; I knew that, had she chosen otherwise, our love would have been degraded.
Strong influences were brought to bear to press me into public life. My situation and training entitled me to take up a position of some local importance. I might have stood for Parliament, but I shrank from publicity6. All I asked was to be left alone to follow up my own interests in quiet. I had come so suddenly into a sphere of power which I had done nothing to merit, that ambitions which had still other ambitions for their goal, ceased to allure7 me. My temperament8 was natively bookish; by nature I was a Fellow of Lazarus and by compulsion a conscientious9 country squire10. When I was not at Oxford11, dreaming in libraries, I was at Woadley, superintending the practical management of my estate.
The joy of sex and its fulfilment in a home, which apply the spur to most men’s activities, to me were denied; it was unthinkable that I should marry any woman other than Vi. The energies which should have found a domestic expression with me became the mental stimulus12 of an absorbing scholarly pursuit.
Through my Oxford lectures and fugitive13 contributions to periodicals, I began to be known as an authority on the intellectual revolt of the Renaissance14; by slow degrees I set about writing the life of that strange contradiction, half-libertine, half-saint, ?neas Sylvius Piccolomini.
Engaged in these employments, I grew to love the smooth gray days of Woadley which stole by ghost-like and unnumbered. And I came to love the Woadley country with a passion which was as much due to its associations as to its beauty. When I had grown tired of researches into things ancient, one of my greatest joys was to plod15 to Ransby through rutted lanes deep in hedges, and so out to the north beach where the sea strummed against the land, and the wind raged, and the blackened hull16 of the wreck17 crouched18 beneath the weight of sky.
Grandmother Cardover’s shop saw me often. There in the keeping-room, with its dull red walls and leisurely19 loud ticking clock, we would talk together of bygone times and of those which were, maybe, coming. At first she urged me to marry, and to take up the position in the county which should be mine. But soon, with the easy fatalism of old age, she accepted me for what I was, and ceased to worry. .
With my father I held no communication—the breach20 had become final; so of Ruthita I heard next to nothing. But as regards Lord Halloway, quite inadvertently I increased my knowledge.
One squally night I was returning from Ransby, driving up the sodden21 road to the Hall, when my attention was attracted by a camp-fire. I halted out of curiosity, and struck across the turf to the light. Between me and the fire was a wind-break of young firs, a diminutive22 plantation23 behind which, as behind bars, figures prowled. As the flames shot up, the figures yearned24 toward the clouds; as the flames died down, the figures seemed to creep into the ground. On reaching the wind-break a lurcher growled25, and I heard a man’s voice telling the beast to lie quiet. I was about to declare myself, when a hand was laid on my shoulder. I leapt aside, peering into the darkness.
“All right, brother,” a voice said huskily. “I’m meaning you no hurt.”
A woman’s face pushed itself out of the blackness; by the light of the fire I saw that it was Lilith’s.
“Now you’re here, brother, we’ve come back to Woadley.”
She spoke26 as though our meeting had been pre-arranged.
Gazing through the trees I saw the old yellow caravan27: and G’liath; the gaudy28 woman was there, and the hag who had tried to tell Vi’s fortune on the marshes29.
The huddled30 gipsy tents became an accustomed sight and the center of a new interest in my landscape. The proud lawlessness of the gipsies appealed to my own suppressed wildness. They opened a door of escape from commonplace environment. Their unannounced comings and goings had an atmosphere of mystery and stealth which filled me with excitement. Of a night I would look out from my bedroom windows and see the red glow of their camp across the park-land; in the morning nothing would remain but blackened turf and silence.
I went on many tramping expeditions with Lilith. She had become curiously31 elflike and wilful32 since those early days. She seemed to live wholly in the moods and sensations of the present; of the past she would speak only in snatches. Sometimes, when she softened33, she would mention Ruthita; but it was long before I discovered her secret and the reason why for so many years the gipsies had refused to camp at Woadley.
All one day in the height of summer we had wandered, across meadows and by unfrequented by-roads, too content to pay heed34 to where we were going; when evening overtook us we were miles from home. It was too late to turn back, unless we walked on to the nearest village and hired a trap and drove. Lilith scouted35 the proposal with scornful eyes as too utterly36 conventional. We would make a camp for the night and return to-morrow.
There, alone in the open, with great clouds thumbing the western sky, and birds sinking into tree-tops singing, “Home, home, home,” life liberated37 itself and rose in the throat as though it had never been bound and civilized38. We spoke only in monosyllables; even words were a form of captivity39. Collecting brushwood, we built our fire and ate our meal between the walls of bushes. Slowly the silver trumpet40 of the moon rose above leafy spires41.
We made a strange pair, Lilith and I—she the untamed savage42, gloriously responsive, and I, for all my attitudes of mind, outwardly the sluggish43 product of reserve and education. Through the gray smoke I watched her, with her red shawl falling from her splendid shoulders, her glittering ear-rings and her large soft eyes. I told myself stories about her quite in the old childish vein44. I recalled how the Bantam and I had always been hoping to find her. What fun it would be to vanish for a time, leaving responsibilities behind, and to take to the road together! White mists, rising from the meadows, erected45 a tent about us which towered to the sky. Here in the open was privacy from the impertinent knocking of destiny.
But she was not thinking of me. Her eyes gazed far away. Her arm was hollowed and her head bowed, as though a little one pressed against her. With her right hand she fumbled47 at her breast, loosening her bodice. Her body swayed slowly to and fro in a soothing48, rocking motion. I had seen her like this before when she thought no one was looking.
Leaning forward I plucked a twig49 from the fire to light my pipe. She threw herself back from me startled and sprang to Her feet “Don’t touch me.” Her voice was hoarse50 and choking.
Looking up from where I sat, I saw that her bosom51 panted and that her nostrils52 were quivering with animal fright. But it was her eyes that told me; they were wide and fixed53 like those of one who has been roused from sleep, and is not yet fully54 awake.
“I wasn’t trying to touch you, Lil. I’m your pal55, girl, Dante Cardover.”
When I spoke she came to herself and recognized me. Her fear vanished and her arms fell limp to her side. “I’m goin’.”
“But what’s the trouble? I thought we were to camp here to-night.”
“Dun know.” She swept back the hair from her forehead and drew her shawl tighter. “I dun this before, just the two of us—and it didn’t end happy.”
“But not with me.”
“Afore ever I knew you, silly. When I was little more’n a child—long time ago.”
We stamped out the fire before we left, and stole silently across the moonlit meadows. She walked ahead at first in defiance56; presently, ashamed of the distrust she had shown, she fell back and we traveled side by side.
“Lil, I watched you; you were dreaming that you had your little baby back.”
She placed her hand in mine, but she gave me no answer.
“Who was he—the man who did this to you long ago, when you camped alone together?”
She turned her face away; her voice shook with passion. “I don’t have to tell you; you know ’im.”
The people were few with whom we were both acquainted. I ran over the names in my mind; the truth flashed out on me.
“Was it because of that you wouldn’t camp at Woadley?”
She bent57 her head, but the cloud of hatred58 in her face would have told me.
After learning this new fact about Halloway, he was never long absent from my mind; for Lilith, though we never referred to him and she had at no time mentioned him by name, was a continual reminder59. I became familiar with his doings through the papers. He was making a mark for himself in politics; there was even a talk that he might find a seat in the cabinet. I read of Lady Halloway’s seconding of her husband’s ambitions. From time to time her portrait was printed among those of society hostesses. But this Ruthita was unreal to me; she had nothing to do with the shy girl-friend whom I had known. Of the true Ruthita I learnt nothing.
I often wondered what was the condition of affairs between herself and Halloway. Was she happy? Was he kind? Was it possible that she should have outlived her first judgment60 of him? Perhaps all this outward display of success had its hidden emptiness. Behind Halloway lay a host of ruined lives, Lilith’s among them, the waste of which he could not justify61.
I had been five years at Woadley, when my work made it necessary that I should spend some weeks in London in order to be near libraries. It was just after Christmas that I came to town. With my usual clinging to old associations, I took rooms at Chelsea, almost within sight of the mansion62 which had witnessed my uncle’s brief reign63 of splendor64. From my windows I could see the turgid river sweeping65 down to Westminster, and the nurse-girls with perambulators and scarlet66 dots of soldiers loitering beneath bare trees of the Embankment.
On rising one morning, I found that the subdued67 grays and browns had vanished—that London was glistening68 with snow. My spirits rose to an unaccustomed pitch of buoyancy; I tossed aside my writing and went out into the streets. Coming to the Spuffer’s old house I halted; the memory of the Christmas I had spent there leapt into my mind with every detail sharpened. Things which I had not thought of for years came back luminously—scraps of conversation, gestures, childish excitements. This wintry morning was reminiscent of a snow-lit, sun-dazzled morning of long ago. I recalled how Ruthita had bounced into my room to let me see her presents; how she had balanced herself on the edge of my bed in her long white night-gown, with her legs curled under her and her small feet showing; how she had laughed at my care of her when I wrapped the counterpane about her shoulders to prevent her from catching69 cold. Every memory was somehow connected with Ruthita. And here I stood, a man of thirty, looking up at the windows from which we had once gazed out together—and I had not seen her to speak to for five years.
I could not get her out of mind. I did not want to. I kept tracing resemblances to her in the girls whom I passed in the streets. Some of them were carrying their skates, with flying hair and flushed faces. Others, whom I met after lunch in the theatre districts, were going to matinées with school-boy brothers. I wanted to be back again in the old intimacy70, walking beside her. Since that was impossible, I set myself deliberately71 to remember.
In the afternoon I strolled into the Green Park. Constitution Hill was scattered72 with spectators all agape to see the quality drive by. Every now and then a soldier or statesman would be recognized; the word would pass from mouth to mouth with a flutter of excitement. The trees enameled73 in white, the grass in its sparkling blanket, the sky banked with soft clouds, the flushed faces—everything added its hint of animated74 and companionable kindness.
Of a sudden in the throng75 of flashing carriages, my attention was caught by an intense white face approaching, half-hidden in a mass of night-black hair—the face was smaller than ever, and even more pathetically patient. By her side sat the man whom I now almost hated, looking handsome and important; the years had dealt well with him, and had heightened his air of dignity and aristocratic assurance. He was speaking to her lazily while she paid him listless attention, never meeting his glance. It was plain to see that, whatever he had or had not been to other women, his passion for her was unabated. She looked a snow-drop set beside an exotic orchid76; the demure77 simplicity78 of her beauty was accentuated79 by the contrast. Her wandering gaze fell in my direction; for an instant my gaze absorbed her. She started forward from the cushions; her features became nipped with eagerness. Those wonderful eyes of hers, which had always had power to move me, seemed to speak of years of longing80. A smile parted her lips; her listlessness was gone. She leant out of the carriage, as though she would call to me.
Lord Halloway’s hand had gone to his hat, as he turned with a gracious expression, searching the crowd to discover the cause of his wife’s excitement. His eyes met mine. His face hardened. Seizing Ruthita’s arm, he dragged her down beside him. The carriage swept by and was lost in the stream of passing traffic. All was over in less time than it has taken to narrate81.
That night at Chelsea I could not sleep for thinking. Across the ceiling I watched the lights of the police-boats flash in passing. I listened to the river grumbling82 between its granite83 walls. Late taxis purred by; I took to counting them. Big Ben lifted up his solemn voice, speaking to the stars of change and time. I thought, imagined, remembered. What had happened to us all that we were so gravely altered? What had happened to her? What had he done to quench84 her? Then came the old, forgotten question: had I had anything to do with it?
Next day I set myself to conquer my restlessness, but my accustomed interests had lost their fascination85. Neither that day, nor in those that followed, could I recover my grip on my habitual86 methods of life. What were the temptations, disappointments of a dead past compared with those that were now in the acting87? My scholarship, my love of books, my undertakings88 at Woadley had only been in the nature of narcotics89; I had drugged myself into partial forgetfulness. Now the old affections, like old wounds, ached and irked me. One glimpse of Ruthita’s white intensity90 had stabbed me into keenest remembrance.
I had to see her again; the hunger to hear her speak was on me—to listen to the sound of her voice.
Several times I saw her driving in the Park, sometimes alone, sometimes with Halloway. She never looked at me, but I was certain she was aware of me by the way her cheek grew pale. Only a few years ago I had been half her life, free to hold her, to come and go with her, to disregard her; now she passed me unnoticed. I haunted all places where I might expect to find her; whether I met or missed her my pain was the same. At the back of my mind was the constant dread3 that her husband would hurry her away to where I could not follow.
It was a blustering91 afternoon in early March, on a day of laughing and crying—one of those raw spring days, before spring really commences, capricious as a young girl nearing womanhood, without reason gay and without reason serious. In the sunshine one could believe that it was almost summer, but winter lurked92 in the shadows. A flush of young green spread through the tree-tops; in open spaces crocuses shivered near together. The streets were boisterous93 with gusty94 puffs95 of wind which sent dust and papers circling. In stiff ranks, like soldiers, the houses stood, erect46, straining their heads into the sky, as if trying to appear taller. Clouds hurried and fumed96 along overhead travel-routes, and rent gashes97 in their sides as if with knives, letting through the sudden turquoise98. Presently slow drops began to patter. Umbrellas shot up. Bus-drivers unstrapped their capes99. In the Circus flower-girls picked up their baskets and ran for shelter.
On arriving in the Mall I found people standing100 along the open pavement in a lean, straggling line, despite the threatened deluge101, I learnt that royalty102 were expected. Soon I heard a faint and far-off cheering. A policeman raised his arm; traffic drew up beside the curb103. Just as I had caught the flash of Life Guards and the clatter104 of their accoutrements, a closed brougham reined105 in across my line of vision. With an exclamation106 of annoyance107 I was moving farther down the pavement, when a small gloved hand stretched out from the carriage-window and touched me. I turned sharply, and found myself gazing into Ruthita’s eyes. She signed to me to open the door. Before the coachman could notice who had entered, I was beside her. Clutching my arm, she leant out and ordered, “Drive to Pope Lane.”
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