Ere years had run;
Alas1! I care for it no more
Old love is done;
We soon forget what we adore
At twenty-one.
It was now about four o'clock in the afternoon and the short autumnal day was rapidly closing in, the grey veil of the sky was rent here and there showing a patch of pale cold blue, while the setting sun was tinting2 the ragged3 clouds in the west with iridescent4 hues5.
Beaumont stood in the long, rank grass of the graveyard6, thinking deeply, his eyes fixed7 dreamily on the ancient tombstones around with their half-obliterated inscriptions8 and weed-grown mounds9 of earth. Behind him was the old church, its grey walls covered with close-clinging ivy10 from out which peered the grotesque11 faces of the gargoyles12, leering demoniacally at the silent figure. The great square tower, built of rough stone, stood out massively against the dull grey sky, and round it every now and then flashed the pigeons who lived therein, gleaming white in the faint light of the sun. He could hear the hoarse13 murmur14 of the river flowing past, the shrill15 voices of the children in the street, and at intervals16 the rising and falling of the organ music within. All this touched his artistic17 sensibilities and he fell into a strain of half-melancholy, half regretful reflection which, for the moment, gave him a better nature than the bitter cynicism of his usual thoughts.
This man was not altogether bad; he had originally started in life with the best intentions, but his nature had been warped19 and twisted by misfortunes and temptations into its present state. It was true that he was to all appearances thoroughly20 bad, and that many had cause to regret his friendship, yet occasionally he would do a kind action or help a poor struggler, which showed that some of his early belief in humanity yet remained in his world-worn heart.
He was thinking now,--thinking of a woman--a woman he had loved and left many years before, and the thoughts evoked21 were anything but pleasant. With an involuntary sigh he walked down to the Gar and, seating himself on a flat tombstone which set forth22 the virtues23 of Susan Peller, deceased, he let his chin sink on his hand, and gave himself up to dead memories--the memories of youth, of love, and of disappointment.
A sudden flash of the dying sunlight gleamed over the river, turning its sullen24, grey waters to a sheet of gold, and the sight brought back to his mind an hour when he was young, and he leaned over the parapet of a balcony, with a woman by his side, both looking at the shimmering25 Thames, golden in the sunset. He could recall it vividly26, even after the lapse27 of these many years--the shining river, the confused mass of houses huddled28 under the dusky cloud of London smoke, and far away the swelling29 dome30 of St. Paul's looking aerial and fairy-like against the twilight31 sky, while above the great mass gleamed the golden cross shining in the firmament32 like the visionary symbol of Constantine. They were poor, not very well housed or fed, but the glamour33 of youth and hope was about them, and they saw in the shining river sweeping34 under the golden cross an omen18 of a happy future. Then the dream-picture grew faint and blurred35, clouds swept across the golden heavens, and from amid the sombre gloom there looked forth a tearful woman's face with pitiful, appealing eyes.
With an impatient sigh Beaumont roused himself from his day dream to find himself seated on a cold stone under a sky from whence the glory of the sunset had departed; and beside him silently stood a veiled woman. He jumped to his feet in surprise, feeling somewhat cramped36, and was about to speak when the woman threw back her heavy veil, showing him the pitiful face of his dream.
"Patience Allerby!" he gasped37, recoiling38 a step.
"Patience Allerby," she replied, sternly, folding her hands in front of her black dress, "the very woman, Basil Beaumont, whom you loved, ruined and deserted39 in London more than twenty years ago."
Beaumont, with an effort, threw off the glamour of past thoughts which had haunted him all the afternoon, and, with a sneering40 laugh, relapsed once more into the bitter-tongued, cynical42 man of the world. He rapidly rolled a cigarette and, having lighted it, began to smoke, gazing critically meanwhile at the stern white face looking at him from out the shadowy twilight.
"More than twenty years ago!" he repeated, thoughtfully. "Humph! it's a long time--and now we meet again! You've altered, Patience--yes, altered a great deal--for the worse."
She laughed bitterly.
"I hardly think the life I have led since you left me was the kind to enable me to retain my good looks."
"No?" he said, interrogatively, "and why not? you are housekeeper43 to Squire44 Garsworth, I understand--not a very wearying position! Trouble tells more on woman's beauty than years; so, as you have had no trouble----"
"Had no trouble!" echoed Patience, in a low, harsh voice. "Man, man! do you think one needs to live in the world to know what trouble is? You are wrong. Down in this secluded45 village I have passed many a bitter hour thinking of you."
"And why?" he asked, cynically46.
"I think you can guess the reason. When I left Garsworth to go to service in London you said you loved me, and I thought the son of a gentleman was to be my husband."
"You always did expect too much."
"You came to London shortly afterwards and met me there by appointment. I left my situation and lived with you."
"As my mistress, yes; not my wife."
"No! You were too cowardly to do justice to the woman you ruined. A child was born--a boy whom I idolized. But, instead of that being a bond to draw us closer together, you left me--left me to starve with my child in the streets of London."
"I left you because I saw a chance of making money," he said, complacently47. "You were a drag on me, and I could not endure poverty, even with you, my dear. As to starving, I left you what money I could spare."
"Five pounds!" she said, coldly. "The price of a woman's heart, according to your calculation; it enabled me to pay the landlady48 and bring myself and the child to Garsworth."
"Why did you not stay in London?"
"Because I did not want to sink deeper than I had done. I was brought up by pious49 parents, Basil Beaumont, and the sin I committed with you seemed to cut me off for ever from all hope of mercy. I resolved to sin no more--to expiate50, if I could, by prayer and charity the evil life I had led in London. When I came down here, my parents were dead, and I was alone in the world."
"You had the child."
"Yes, I had the child--your child and mine--but no one ever knew I was his mother; no, I did not wish our sin to be visited on his head. I did not want him to be pointed51 at as a nameless outcast."
"Very creditable of you, I'm sure," said Beaumont, with a sneer41, "and what did you do?"
"I invented a story that I had been in the service of the child's parents, who had afterwards gone to France and died there. I said I was the child's nurse, and placed him in the care of Doctor Larcher to be brought up. What little money I could spare out of my salary as housekeeper was given to the vicar as money left to the child by his father, and to this day the vicar does not suspect the truth."
"Quite a romance," said Beaumont, lightly. "I had no idea you had such inventive powers. But there is one thing I would like to know--the child's name."
"In order to claim him?" she asked, bitterly.
"My faith! no; I've got enough to do in looking after myself, without troubling about a hulking boy. You need never be afraid of that, Patience. Come, tell me the boy's name."
"Reginald Blake."
The cigarette dropped out of Beaumont's nerveless fingers, and his white face grew a shade whiter.
"Reginald Blake," he whispered under his breath; "the young fellow who sings?"
"The same."
Beaumont remained silent for a few moments, thinking deeply.
"I have certainly no reason to be ashamed of my son," he said, coolly, looking at Patience. "You deserve credit for the way you have brought him up."
"I have done so as some expiation52 for my sin."
"Bah! Don't be melodramatic!" he said, coarsely. "You brought him up because he was your son--not because of any expiation rubbish!--he doesn't know who he is?"
"No. I have spared him that knowledge of shame; let us bear our sin alone."
"Humbug53! our sin, as you call it, doesn't trouble me in the slightest. In fact, I'm rather pleased than otherwise."
"What do you mean?" she asked in alarm.
"Mean--that he's got an uncommonly54 fine tenor55 voice, and I don't see why money shouldn't be made out of it."
Patience sprang towards him like an enraged56 tigress, her eyes flashing fire.
"Not by you," she hissed57, with her mouth so close to his face that he could feel her hot breath upon his cheek. "Not by you--I've brought him up all these years by myself without troubling you for money--he thinks his birth is honourable58 and has every chance of making a career for himself, so you are not going to mar59 it for your own vile60 ends."
"Don't lose your temper," he said coolly, "I'll do what I please."
"I have your promise not to claim him," she panted with a look of despair in her eyes, "your sacred promise."
The artist laughed in a gibing61 manner.
"Bah! That for my promise," he said, snapping his fingers in the air. "I'm not going to lose the chance of making money out of him for any sentimental62 rubbish."
"You will tell him you are his father?"
"I will."
"And that you deserted us both in London?"
Beaumont winced63 at the sting of her words.
"I'll tell him what I think fit," he said angrily, "and make him do what I please. I am his father."
"Will you, indeed?" she observed jeeringly64, though her face worked in convulsive rage. "You are the father who deserted him when a child and now want to make money out him; you would disgrace him in his own eyes by telling him the real story of his birth. I tell you no, Basil Beaumont, you'll do no such thing."
"Who will stop me?"
"I will."
"A very laudable intention, but how do you propose to carry it out?"
"I will tell him the whole story of my sin," she said deliberately65. "How I loved you and was betrayed, how you left both him and me to starve in the streets of London and only claim him as a son to make money out of his one gift. I'll tell him all this, and then we'll see if he respects and obeys you."
"He is my son."
"Over whom you have no authority; he is of age and you cannot make him your slave. As to the rest, I'll take care that everyone in the village knows the story and you'll be drummed out of the place as the scoundrel you are."
Clever as he was, Beaumont saw Patience held the trump66 card, so suddenly forsook67 his dictatorial68 manner and spoke69 blandly70.
"Very well, I'll say nothing to him at all just now."
"You'll never say anything to him," she said sternly. "Stay in this village if you like, but do not dare to reveal my secret to Reginald Blake--if you do it will be the worse for you; I'm not going to have him ruined for life by your treachery."
"But, Patience--my own son."
"Bah!" she snarled71, turning on him viciously, "don't talk like that to me--a scoundrel you were and a scoundrel you are--don't touch me, don't come near me, but breathe one word of my secret and as sure as there's a God above us I'll do what I say."
Beaumont made a step forward as if to seize her, but with a gesture of loathing72 she drew her dress around her and fled away into the darkness leaving him standing73 alone by the river. He remained silent for a few moments then his brow cleared and he resumed his nonchalant manner, though his face still remained pale and haggard.
"My son Reginald," he said, lightly rolling a cigarette, "I had no idea of such luck. Ah, you she cat, I'll cut your claws yet; I'll make money out of the voice yet, in spite of your threats my fine madame."
Suddenly a thought struck him as he lighted his cigarette and he laughed softly.
"Good heavens!" he said with a shrug74. "I admire Miss Challoner, so does he--it appears," continued Mr. Beaumont sauntering away; "then I'm the rival of my own son."
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