Lewis heard and smiled. The sun and wind of the hills beat in his pulses like wine. To have breathed all day the fragrance11 of heather and pines, to have gladdened the eye with an infinite distance and blue lines of mountain, was with this man to have drunk the cup of intoxicating12 youth. The cool gloaming did not chill; rather it was the high and solemn aftermath of the day’s harvesting. The faces of gracious women seemed blent with the pageant13 of summer weather; kindly14 voices, simple joys—for a moment they seemed to him the major matters in life. So far it was pleasing fancy, but Alice soon entered to disturb with the disquieting15 glory of her hair. The family of the Haystouns had ever a knack16 of fine sentiment. Fantastic, unpractical, they were gluttons17 for the romantic, the recondite18, and the dainty. But now had come a breath of strong wind which rent the meshes19 of a philandering20 fancy. A very new and strange feeling was beginning to make itself known. He had come to think of Alice with the hot pained affection which makes the high mountains of the world sink for the time to a species of mole-hillock. She danced through his dreams and usurped21 all the paths of his ambition. Formerly22 he had thought of himself—for the man was given to self-portraiture—as the adventurer, the scorner of the domestic; now he struggled to regain23 the old attitude, but he struggled in vain. The ways were blocked, a slim figure was ever in view, and lo! when he blotted24 it from his sight the world was dark and the roads blind. For a moment he had lost his bearings on the sea of life. As yet the discomfiture25 was sweet, his confusion was a joy; and it is the first trace of weakness which we have seen in the man that he accepted the unsatisfactory with composure.
At the door of Etterick it became apparent that something was astir. Wheel-marks were clear in the gravel26, and the ancient butler had an air of ceremony. “Mr. Wratislaw has arrived, sir,” he whispered to Lewis, whereat that young man’s face shone.
“When? How? Where is he now?” he cried, and with a word to his companions he had crossed the hall, raced down a lengthy27 passage, and flung open the door of his sanctum. There, sure enough, were the broad shoulders of Wratislaw bending among the books.
“Lord bless me, Tommy, what extraordinary surprise visit is this? I thought you would be over your ears in work. We are tremendously pleased to see you.”
The sharp blue eyes had been scanning the other’s frank sunburnt face with an air of affectionate consideration. “I got off somehow or other, as I had to see you, old man, so I thought I would try this place first. What a fortressed wilderness28 you live in! I got out at Gledsmuir after travelling some dreary29 miles in a train which stopped at every farm, and then I had to wait an hour till the solitary30 dogcart of the inn returned. Hullo! you’ve got other visitors.” And he stretched out a massive hand to Arthur and George.
The sight of him had lifted a load from these gentlemen’s hearts. The old watchdog had come; the little terriers might now take holiday. The task of being Lewis’s keeper did not by right belong to them; they were only amateurs acting31 in the absence of the properly qualified32 Wratislaw. Besides, it had been anxious work, for while each had sworn to himself aforetime to protect his friend from the wiles33 of Miss Wishart, both were now devoted34 slaves drawn35 at that young woman’s chariot wheel. You will perceive that it is a delicate matter to wage war with a goddess, and a task unblest of Heaven.
Supper was brought, and the lamps lit in the cool old room, where, through the open window, they could still catch the glint of foam36 on the stream and the dark gloom of pines on the hill. They fell ravenously37 on the meal, for one man had eaten nothing since midday and the others were fresh from moorland air. Thereafter they pulled armchairs to a window, and lit the pipes of contentment. Wratislaw stretched his arms on the sill and looked out into the fragrant38 darkness.
“Any news, Tommy?” asked his host. “Things seem lively in the East.”
“Very, but I am ill-informed. Did you lay no private lines of communication in your travels?”
“They were too short. I picked up a lot of out-of-the-way hints, but as I am not a diplomatist I cannot use them. I think I have already made you a present of most. By the by, I see from the papers that an official expedition is going north from Bardur. What idiot invented that?”
Wratislaw pulled his head in and sat back in his chair. “You are sure you don’t happen to know?”
“Sure. But it is just the sort of canard39 which the gentry40 on the other side of the frontier would invent to keep things quiet. Who are the Englishmen at Bardur now?”
The elder man looked shrewdly at the younger, who was carelessly pulling a flower to pieces. “There’s Logan, whom you know, and Thwaite and Gribton.”
“Good men all, but slow in the uptake. Logan is a jewel. He gave me the best three days’ shooting I ever dreamed of, and he has more stories in his head than George. But if matters got into a tangle41 I would rather not be in his company. Thwaite is a gentlemanlike sort of fellow, but dull—very, while Gribton is the ordinary shrewd commercial man, very cautious and rather timid.”
“Did you ever happen to hear of a man called Marka? He might call himself Constantine Marka, or Arthur Marker, or the Baron42 Mark—whatever happened to suit him.”
Lewis puzzled for a little. “Yes, of course I did. By George! I should think so. It was a chap of that name who had gone north the week before I arrived. They said he would never be heard of again. He seemed a reckless sort of fool.”
“You didn’t see him?”
“No. But why?”
“Simply that you came within a week of meeting one of the cleverest men living, a cheerful being whom the Foreign Office is more interested in than any one else in the world. If you should hear again of Constantine Marka, Marker, or Mark, please note it down.”
“You mean that he is the author of the canard,” said Lewis, with sharp eyes, taking up a newspaper.
“Yes, and many more. This graceful43 person will complicate44 things for me, for I am to represent the Office in the Commons if we get back with a decent majority.”
Lewis held out a cordial hand. “I congratulate you, Tommy. Now beginneth the end, and may I be spared to see!”
“I hope you may, and it’s on this I want to talk to you. Merkland has resigned; it will be in the papers to-morrow. I got it kept out till I could see you!”
“Yes?” said Lewis, with quickening interest.
“And we want you to take his place. I spoke10 to him, and he is enthusiastic on the matter. I wired to the Conservative Club at Gledsmuir, and it seems you are their most cherished possibility. The leaders of the party are more than willing, so it only remains46 for you to consent, my dear boy.”
“I—don’t—think—I—can,” said the possibility slowly. “You see, only to-day I told that man Stocks that Merkland would not resign, and that I was sick of party politics and would not interfere47 with his chances. The poor beggar is desperately48 keen, and if I stood now he would think me disingenuous49.”
“But there is no reason why he should not know the truth. You can tell him that you only heard about Merkland to-night, and that you act only in deference50 to strong external pressure.”
“In that case he would think me a fool. I have a bad enough reputation for lack of seriousness in these matters already. The man is not very particular, and there is nothing to hinder him from blazoning51 it up and down the place that I changed my mind in ten minutes on a friend’s recommendation. I should get a very complete licking.”
“Do you mind, Lewie, if I advise you to take it seriously? It is really not a case for little scruples52 about reputation. There are rocks ahead of me, and I want a man like you in the House more than I could make you understand. You say you hate party politics, and I am with you, but there is no reason why you should not use them as a crutch53 to better work. You are in your way an expert, and that is what we will need above all things in the next few years. Of course, if you feel yourself bound by a promise not to oppose Stocks, then I have nothing more to say; but, unless the man is a lunatic, he will admit the justice of your case.”
“You mean that you really want me, Tommy?” said the young man, in great doubt. “I hate the idea of fighting Stocks, and I shall most certainly be beaten.”
“That is on the knees of the gods, and as for the rest I take the responsibility. I shall speak to Stocks myself. It will be a sharp fight, but I see no reason why you should not win. After all, it is your own countryside, and you are a better man than your opponent.”
“You are the serpent who has broken up this peaceful home. I shall be miserable54 for a month, and the house will be divided against itself. Arthur has promised to help Stocks, while the Manorwaters, root and branch, are pledged to support him.”
“I’ll do my best, Lewie, for old acquaintance’ sake. It had to come sooner or later, you know, and it is as well that you should seize the favourable55 moment. Now let us drop the subject for to-night. I want to enjoy myself.”
And he rose, stretched his great arms, and wandered about the room.
To all appearance he had forgotten the very existence of things political. Arthur, who had a contest to face shortly, was eager for advice and the odds56 and ends of information which defend the joints57 in a candidate’s harness, but the well-informed man disdained58 to help. He tested the guns, gave his verdict on rods, and ranged through a cabinet of sporting requisites59. Then he fell on his host’s books, and for an hour the three were content to listen to him. It was rarely that Wratislaw fell into such moods, but when the chance came it was not to be lightly disregarded. A laborious60 youth had given him great stores of scholarship, and Lewis’s books were a curious if chaotic61 collection. On the fly-leaf of a little duodecimo was an inscription62 from the author of Waverley, who had often made Etterick his hunting-ground. A Dunbar had Hawthornden’s autograph, and a set of tall classic folios bore the handwriting of George Buchanan. Lord Kames, Hume, and a score of others had dedicated63 works to lairds of Etterick, and the Haystouns themselves had deigned64 at times to court the Muse65. Lewis’s own special books—college prizes, a few modern authors, some well-thumbed poets, and a row in half a dozen languages on some matters of diplomatic interest—were crowded into a little oak bookcase which had once graced his college rooms. Thither66 Wratislaw ultimately turned, dipping, browsing67, reading a score of lines.
“What a nice taste you have in arrangement!” he cried. “Scott, Tolstoi, Meredith, an odd volume of a Saga68 library, an odd volume of the Corpus Boreale, some Irish reprints, Stevenson’s poems, Virgil and the Pilgrim’s Progress, and a French Gazetteer69 of Mountains wedged above them. And then an odd Badminton volume, French Memoires, a Dante, a Homer, and a badly printed German text of Schopenhauer! Three different copies of Rabelais, a De Thou, a Horace, and-bless my soul!—about twenty books of fairy tales! Lewie, you must have a mind like a lumber-room.”
“I pillaged70 books from the big library as I wanted them,” said the young man humbly71. “Do you know, Tommy, to talk quite seriously, I get more erratic72 every day? Knocking about the world and living alone make me a queer slave of whims73. I am straying too far from the normal. I wish to goodness you would take me and drive me back to the ways of common sense.”
“Meaning—?
“That I am getting cranky and diffident. I am beginning to get nervous about people’s opinion and sensitive to my own eccentricity74. It is a sad case for a man who never used to care a straw for a soul on earth.”
“Lewie, attend to me,” said Wratislaw, with mock gravity. “You have not by any chance been falling in love?”
The accused blushed like a girl, and lied withal like a trooper, to the delight of the un-Christian George.
“Well, then, my dear fellow, there is hope for you yet. If a man once gets sentimental75, he desires to be normal above all things, for he has a crazy intuition that it is the normal which women really like, being themselves but a hair’s-breadth from the commonplace. I suppose it is only another of the immortal76 errors with which mankind hedges itself about.”
“You think it an error?” said Lewis, with such an air of relief that George began to laugh and Wratislaw looked comically suspicious.
“Why the tone of joy, Lewie?”
“I wanted your opinion,” said the perjured77 young man. “I thought of writing a book. But that is not the thing I was talking about. I want to be normal, aggressively normal, to court the suffrages78 of Gledsmuir. Do you know Stocks?”
“Surely.”
“An excellent person, but I never heard him utter a word above a child’s capacity. He can talk the most shrieking79 platitudes80 as if he had found at last the one and only truth. And people are impressed.”
Wratislaw pulled down his eyebrows81 and proceeded to defend a Scottish constituency against the libel of gullibility82. But Lewis was not listening. He did not think of the impression made on the voting powers, but on one small girl who clamorously impeded83 all his thoughts. She was, he knew, an enthusiast45 for the finer sentiments of life, and of these Mr. Stocks had long ago claimed a monopoly. He felt bitterly jealous—the jealousy84 of the innocent man to whom woman is an unaccountable creature, whose habits and likings must be curiously85 studied. He was dimly conscious of lacking the stage attributes of a lover. He could not pose as a mirror of all virtues86, a fanatic87 for the True and the Good. Somehow or other he had acquired an air of self-seeking egotism, unscrupulousness, which he felt miserably88 must make him unlovely in certain eyes. Nor would the contest he was entering upon improve this fancied reputation of his. He would have to say hard, unfeeling things against what all the world would applaud as generous sentiment.
When the others had gone yawning to bed, he returned and sat at the window for a little, smoking hard and puzzling out the knots which confronted him. He had a dismal89 anticipation90 of failure. Not defeat—that was a little matter; but an abject91 show of incompetence92. His feelings pulled him hither and thither. He could not utter moral platitudes to checkmate his opponent’s rhetoric93, for, after all, he was honest; nor could he fill the part of the cold critic of hazy94 sentiment; gladly though he would have done it, he feared the reproach in girlish eyes. This good man was on the horns of a dilemma95. Love and habit, a generous passion and a keen intellect dragged him alternately to their side, and as a second sign of weakness the unwilling96 scribe has to record that his conclusion as he went to bed was to let things drift—to take his chance.
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88 miserably | |
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89 dismal | |
adj.阴沉的,凄凉的,令人忧郁的,差劲的 | |
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90 anticipation | |
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91 abject | |
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92 incompetence | |
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93 rhetoric | |
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94 hazy | |
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