Rosamond sat down on the slanting5 floor, lifted and took into her lap—as a mother may lift her dead child from the cradle—the old leather case that contained in such small compass so great a story; Captain English's papers of the siege. The parcel had been delivered to her even as he had prepared it for her. To the elastic6 band that clasped it a scrap7 of paper was still pinned: "For my wife."
And she had never opened it!
All these years his voice had been waiting to speak to her; his own words for her had been there, the last cry of his soul to hers; nay—how did she know?—the message that should have shaped her future. Something of himself that could not die, he had left her, something of himself to go with her through the desolation! But she, the wife so tenderly loved and thought of to the last—she had, as it were, denied herself to his death-bed. She had closed her ears to his dying speech. She had thrust his dear ghost from her. How was it possible for any woman to have been so cruel, so cowardly? How was it possible ... yet it had been!
"It is we who make our dead dead," had said the mourning mother. Rosamond, the wife, had done worse: she had buried what was not yet dead. She had heaped earth upon the lips that still spoke8, that she might not feel the sorrow of their last utterance9!
When trouble comes it is woman's way, as a rule, to yield herself up to it, to gloat upon her grief, to feed upon tears. She has a fine scorn for man's mode of mourning, so different from hers; for the seeker of distraction10, of forgetfulness; for his deliberate shunning11 of those emotions in which she sinks herself. And yet it may be that this divergence12 comes less from man's more selfish nature than from the fact that he is a creature of passion, where she is a creature of sentiment; that he knows within himself forces which are to her undreamed of; that her sorrow is as the chill rain that wraps the land and clears in lassitude at last over tender tints13, while his sorrow is as the dry convulsion that defaces the earth and rends14 the foundations of life's whole edifice15.
But there are women apart; women who unite with their own innate16 spirituality the virile17 capacity of feeling; who can love fiercely and suffer as fiercely. Of such was Rosamond. And she had been called to suffering before her undeveloped girl-nature had had time to lay hold on love. Love and sorrow, they had fallen upon her together, in her ignorant youth, like monstrous18 angels of destruction. What wonder then that she should have cried out against them and hidden her face! What wonder that she should have shrunk with a sickly terror from her own unplumbed deep capacity for pain!
But no one may deny himself to himself. And the passionate19 soul makes for passion, be it a Paul or an Augustine! The nemesis20 of her nature had come upon Rosamond; and she was to be fulfilled to herself, after so many years, at this moment of her woman's maturity21, with a handful of relics22 and the dust and the smell of the distant Indian fort upon them.
Out of the far far past her love and her sorrow were claiming her—at last.
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The logs from the Dorset beech-woods flamed in the queer corner chimney-piece of Harry's attic23 room. The light flickered25 on the scattered26 papers in Rosamond's lap and threw illusive27 ruddy gleams on the pale hands, on the pale cheek that turned to the glow, yet felt it not.
When she had sat down to read, it was some time still before noon. The December sun crept out between two rain-storms, threw a yellow circle on the boards, marked the shadow of the ivy28 spray, then paled and passed. The merry logs grew red, grew grey; they fell together with sighs into white ash; and the last creeping flicker24 of life in the grate sparkled and went out. Below, the placid29 life of the Old Ancient House jogged its round. Baby's business-like morning music was ground out and caught into the silence. The tinkling30 bell, that from time immemorial had sounded the homely31 meal-time gatherings32, rang its thin summons up the wooden stairs from the hall. Some one came to the attic door and rattled33 it against the drawn34 bolt; knocked and called. And later the stillness of the attic room was troubled again, and Aspasia cried out between petulance35 and anxiety. So insistent36 was she that within the room some one answered back at last in a strange hoarse37 voice of anger. And the steps pattered away, and silence reigned38 once more.
The rain dried on the window pane39, shadows stole forth40 from the room corners. The air grew cold and colder; a grey dimness settled upon everywhere; the chilling bars of the grate clicked. But still the woman sat by the empty hearth41 ... reading, reading, reading.
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