The west glowed and trembled and purpled—fiery rays rested on the woods, and reached over the sky to the moon. Then against the purple showed a tall chimney, rising from a high-roofed cottage that squatted4 in the fields of Wilderwick.
As Nigel walked down the hill towards Sparrow Hall, a great quickening realisation struck his exhausted5 heart. He knew that his dream was not dead. Tony, the light in which he had seen it, was gone for ever, but the dream itself was still there in the dark. For six months he had tried to lead a good and honourable6 life, and now, though the motive7 was gone, the old desire remained as strong and white as ever. He could never be as he had been before he met Tony. He knew now that it was not she that had called him—she had merely opened his ears to a voice that had been calling him all through his life, through struggle, lust8 and pain, failure and hate—and was calling[Pg 301] him still, through the utter darkness. The child in him, which had desperately9 sought congenial comradeship in a little girl, rose out of the wreck10, and heard as in a dream the voices of boys and girls in London, laughing, fooling and ragging together, calling to all in him that was gay and young and outrageous12. He wanted to go back to London, he wanted to play and to work, and to win for himself what he had once yearned13 to win for Tony. His music, that one touch of the poetic14 and supernatural in his sordid15, materialistic16 life, would raise him up in this his Last Day, and give him his heart's desire—his desire for a clean life and an honourable name.
He stood for a moment in the great lonely field—the last of the sun and the first of the moon upon him, around him the dawning eternity17 of the stars. Two hours ago he had been festering, sick, with his schemes, the comrade of a hundred repulsive18 ideas. Now he was alone—utterly alone with his one great ambition, stripped of the last rag of personal motive that had clung to it—his ambition to be honest and pure and true.
Tony had pointed19 him out the way, and directly he had taken it, she had gone—to show it to another man, and walk in it with him. Nigel suddenly pictured that man. He was at Redpale Farm ... he kneeled in the dust at Tony's feet ... her hands were upon his head. In her he found redemption, love and blessing20—and dared he, Furlonger, grudge21 redemption, love and blessing to any man? He did not grudge them—let Quentin Lowe take them, walk in white with Tony,[Pg 302] and be worthy22 of her. Furlonger, too, would walk in white and be worthy—but he would walk alone.
No, not quite alone. He trod softly up the path to Sparrow Hall, between the ranks of the folded flowers. The evening primroses23 and night-scented stock sent their fragrance24 in with him at the door. The house was in darkness, and he groped his way to the kitchen, where he found Janey.
She was half asleep in the armchair by the fire—she had laid the supper, that dreary25 little supper for two, and now lay huddled26 by the dying embers, cold, in spite of the thick heat of the night.
"Janey," whispered Nigel, as he kissed her.
She started.
"Oh, you're back at last!—what a time you've been!"
"I'm sorry, dear. Come now, I'll light the lamp, and we'll have supper."
She rose listlessly, and sat down opposite him.
"It's a rotten supper—I don't cook so well as Novice27 Unity28 Agnes."
"Nonsense! you cook quite well enough for me. Janey—will you come and cook for me in London?"
"In London?"—she stared at him blankly.
"Yes, I must go back to my work—and I can't leave you here."
"But—but—I don't understand—and what shall we do about the farm?"
"We can sell it, and the money will keep us—just the two of us in a workman's flat—till my training is over, and I'm earning money on my[Pg 303] own. Oh, Janey, I don't suppose I'll ever be rich or famous or that I'll fill the Albert Hall—but I—I shall be more worthy of you, dear."
"Of me!"—she laughed.
"Yes. Don't you understand? I've got my dream back again—but there's an empty place in it.... Will you fill it, Janey?"
She looked questioningly at him with her great haggard eyes.
"Who left it empty?"
"Tony Strife," he said in a low voice.
"Nigel!..."
She rose to her feet and came to him.
"My poor, poor boy."
Her pity, the first he had received, had an unexpected effect on him. It nearly unmanned him—he put up his hands to her neck, and drew down her face to him, while his body shuddered29.
"Nigel ... did she know?"
"No, never—thank God!"
She stroked his hair, and held his head against her breast.
"It was a hopeless dream, Janey."
She could not contradict him.
"But it helped me."
"Then it was a good dream."
He gently slipped himself free.
"And now we'll say no more about it."
After supper Janey asked Nigel to play to her. He often used to play to her in the evenings, to relieve the aching weight of agony that gathered on her with the dusk. She lay back in the armchair, her eyes closed, wondering why Nigel's[Pg 304] music, which she had used sometimes to hate, soothed30 her so inexpressibly now. She always asked him to play when she felt her heart was becoming hard—music seemed to melt down that stony31 sense of outrage11 which sometimes grew like a cancer into her thoughts. She would not, dared not, have a hard heart, and music was the only thing at present that could keep it soft.
She thought with gathering32 tears of the confession33 her brother had just made her, but she would not let her mind dwell on it—somehow she felt he would not like it. The episode did not belong to the surface of things, it belonged to the hidden life of a secret man, a holy, hopeless thing, to be guarded from the prying34 even of reverent35 thoughts. She knew that though she and Nigel might often talk together of her sorrow, they would never talk of his.
He was playing a strange tune36 that pattered on the silence like rain. It was the song of the man who has dreamed of love, who has wakened at last to find it only a dream, and that he lies with empty arms on a hard bed—and then suddenly realises that he has before him that which is sweeter than sleep and dreams—the joy of the day's work. He played the Prelude37 of the Day's Work, through which would trill the magic memory of love—love, which is so much sweeter in memory and in dream than in realisation.
At last he put aside his violin, and going over to Janey, he knelt down by her and kissed her tired face.
"Oh, Nigel ... Nigel!"
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"You'll come with me to London, and help me in my new life?"
"I want a new life too."
"We'll start one together."
"And—and you'll play the devil out of me when he comes?"
"Always—and we won't have any secrets from each other, Janey."
She smiled faintly. Her brother always amused her when he spoke38 of secrets.
There was silence for some minutes. The moon was leaving the window, climbing high among the stars. A little wind began to flutter round Sparrow Hall, whispering and throbbing39.
"I'm tired," said Janey.
"You must go to bed."
"Yes."
"And you'll dream of the life you and I are going to live together—of success for me, and happiness for you."
She rose and put her hands on his shoulders.
"Good-night, lad."
"Good-night. I think I'm going to bed too. I think I can sleep to-night. But before we go we must drink a toast, Janey."
"A toast!—to whom?"
"To—to two people who we thought were going to make you and me happy—but are going to make each other happy instead."
She did not answer for a moment. She and her brother stood facing each other in the strange freak of lamplight and moonlight. Then she said—
"Yes. We must want them to be happy, Nigel."
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He turned to the uncleared supper-table and poured out some of the red wine that Janey drank in these days of her weakness.
"We'll drink to their happiness, old sister. We won't go whining40 and grudging41 because it isn't ours. Besides, we're going to have it some day—we'll make a new lot of our own."
"Yes, Nigel"—Janey's eyes had kindled—"we're not going to grudge them what they've got, or be envious42 and mean."
They faced each other across the table. The wind gave a sudden little sigh round Sparrow Hall—blustered—and was still.
"A toast!" cried Nigel, lifting his glass, "a toast!—To those who've got what we have lost."
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