"Of course," said Mr. Brumley, and stopped eating.
"I don't know if you remember the particulars of the Astor case," began Munk....
Never had Mr. Brumley come so frankly6 to eavesdropping7. But he heard no more of Lady Harman. Munk had to quote the rights and wrongs of various American wills, and then Mr. Pope seized his opportunity. "At East Purblow," he went on, "in quite a number of instances we had to envisage8 this problem of the widow——"
Mr. Brumley pushed back his plate and strolled towards the desk.
It was exactly what he might have expected, what indeed had been at the back of his mind all along, and on the whole he was glad. Naturally she hesitated; naturally she wanted time to think, and as naturally it was impossible for her to tell him what it was she was thinking about.
They would marry. They must marry. Love has claims supreme9 over all other claims and he felt no doubt that for her his comparative poverty of two thousand a year would mean infinitely10 more happiness than she had ever known or could know with Sir Isaac's wealth. She was reluctant, of course, to become dependent upon him until he made it clear to her what infinite pleasure it would be for him to supply her needs. Should he write to her forthwith? He outlined a letter in his mind, a very fine and generous letter, good phrases came, and then he reflected that it would be difficult to explain to her just how he had learnt of her peculiar11 situation. It would be far more seemly to wait either for a public announcement or for some intimation from her.
And then he began to realize that this meant the end of all their work at the Hostels12. In his first satisfaction at escaping that possible great motor-car and all the superfluities of Sir Isaac's accumulation, he had forgotten that side of the business....
When one came to think it over, the Hostels did complicate13 the problem. It was ingenious of Sir Isaac....
It was infernally ingenious of Sir Isaac....
He could not remain in the club for fear that somebody might presently come talking to him and interrupt his train of thought. He went out into the streets.
These Hostels upset everything.
What he had supposed to be a way of escape was really the mouth of a net.
Whichever way they turned Sir Isaac crippled them....
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Mr. Brumley grew so angry that presently even the strangers in the street annoyed him. He turned his face homeward. He hated dilemmas14; he wanted always to deny them, to thrust them aside, to take impossible third courses.
"For three years," shouted Mr. Brumley, free at last in his study to give way to his rage, "for three years I've been making her care for these things. And then—and then—they turn against me!"
A violent, incredibly undignified wrath15 against the dead man seized him. He threw books about the room. He cried out vile16 insults and mingled17 words of an unfortunate commonness with others of extreme rarity. He wanted to go off to Kensal Green and hammer at the grave there and tell the departed knight18 exactly what he thought of him. Then presently he became calmer, he lit a pipe, picked up the books from the floor, and meditated19 revenges upon Sir Isaac's memory. I deplore20 my task of recording21 these ungracious moments in Mr. Brumley's love history. I deplore the ease with which men pass from loving and serving women to an almost canine22 fight for them. It is the ugliest essential of romance. There is indeed much in the human heart that I deplore. But Mr. Brumley was exasperated23 by disappointment. He was sore, he was raw. Driven by an intolerable desire to explore every possibility of the situation, full indeed of an unholy vindictiveness24, he went off next morning with strange questions to Maxwell Hartington.
He put the case as a general case.
"Lady Harman?" said Maxwell Hartington.
"No, not particularly Lady Harman. A general principle. What are people—what are women tied up in such a way to do?"
Precedents25 were quoted and possibilities weighed. Mr. Brumley was flushed, vague but persistent26.
"Suppose," he said, "that they love each other passionately27—and their work, whatever it may be, almost as passionately. Is there no way——?"
"He'll have a dum casta clause right enough," said Maxwell Hartington.
"Dum——? Dum casta! But, oh! anyhow that's out of the question—absolutely," said Mr. Brumley.
"Of course," said Maxwell Hartington, leaning back in his chair and rubbing the ball of his thumb into one eye. "Of course—nobody ever enforces these dum casta clauses. There isn't anyone to enforce them. Ever."—He paused and then went on, speaking apparently28 to the array of black tin boxes in the dingy29 fixtures30 before him. "Who's going to watch you? That's what I always ask in these cases. Unless the lady goes and does things right under the noses of these trustees they aren't going to bother. Even Sir Isaac I suppose hasn't provided funds for a private detective. Eh? You said something?"
"Nothing," said Mr. Brumley.
"Well, why should they start a perfectly31 rotten action like that," continued Maxwell Hartington, now addressing himself very earnestly to his client, "when they've only got to keep quiet and do their job and be comfortable. In these matters, Brumley, as in most matters affecting the relations of men and women, people can do absolutely what they like nowadays, absolutely, unless there's someone about ready to make a row. Then they can't do anything. It hardly matters if they don't do anything. A row's a row and damned disgraceful. If there isn't a row, nothing's disgraceful. Of course all these laws and regulations and institutions and arrangements are just ways of putting people at the mercy of blackmailers and jealous and violent persons. One's only got to be a lawyer for a bit to realize that. Still that's not our business. That's psychology32. If there aren't any jealous and violent persons about, well, then no ordinary decent person is going to worry what you do. No decent person ever does. So far as I can gather the only barbarian33 in this case is the testator—now in Kensal Green. With additional precautions I suppose in the way of an artistic34 but thoroughly35 massive monument presently to be added——"
"He'd—turn in his grave."
"Let him. No trustees are obliged to take action on that. I don't suppose they'd know if he did. I've never known a trustee bother yet about post-mortem movements of any sort. If they did, we'd all be having Prayers for the Dead. Fancy having to consider the subsequent reflections of the testator!"
"Well anyhow," said Mr. Brumley, after a little pause, "such a breach36, such a proceeding37 is out of the question—absolutely out of the question. It's unthinkable."
"Then why did you come here to ask me about it?" demanded Maxwell Hartington, beginning to rub the other eye in an audible and unpleasant manner.
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When at last Mr. Brumley was face to face with Lady Harman again, a vast mephitic disorderly creation of anticipations38, intentions, resolves, suspicions, provisional hypotheses, urgencies, vindications, and wild and whirling stuff generally vanished out of his mind. There beside the raised seat in the midst of the little rock garden where they had talked together five years before, she stood waiting for him, this tall simple woman he had always adored since their first encounter, a little strange and shy now in her dead black uniform of widowhood, but with her honest eyes greeting him, her friendly hands held out to him. He would have kissed them but for the restraining presence of Snagsby who had brought him to her; as it was it seemed to him that the phantom39 of a kiss passed like a breath between them. He held her hands for a moment and relinquished40 them.
"It is so good to see you," he said, and they sat down side by side. "I am very glad to see you again."
Then for a little while they sat in silence.
Mr. Brumley had imagined and rehearsed this meeting in many different moods. Now, he found none of his premeditated phrases served him, and it was the lady who undertook the difficult opening.
"I could not see you before," she began. "I did not want to see anyone." She sought to explain. "I was strange. Even to myself. Suddenly——" She came to the point. "To find oneself free.... Mr. Brumley,—it was wonderful!"
He did not interrupt her and presently she went on again.
"You see," she said, "I have become a human being——owning myself. I had never thought what this change would be to me.... It has been——. It has been—like being born, when one hadn't realized before that one wasn't born.... Now—now I can act. I can do this and that. I used to feel as though I was on strings—with somebody able to pull.... There is no one now able to pull at me, no one able to thwart41 me...."
Her dark eyes looked among the trees and Mr. Brumley watched her profile.
"It has been like falling out of a prison from which one never hoped to escape. I feel like a moth42 that has just come out of its case,—you know how they come out, wet and weak but—released. For a time I feel I can do nothing but sit in the sun."
"It's queer," she repeated, "how one tries to feel differently from what one really feels, how one tries to feel as one supposes people expect one to feel. At first I hardly dared look at myself.... I thought I ought to be sorrowful and helpless.... I am not in the least sorrowful or helpless....
"But," said Mr. Brumley, "are you so free?"
"Yes."
"Altogether?"
"As free now—as a man."
"But——people are saying in London——. Something about a will——."
Her lips closed. Her brows and eyes became troubled. She seemed to gather herself together for an effort and spoke43 at length, without looking at him. "Mr. Brumley," she said, "before I knew anything of the will——. On the very evening when Isaac died——. I knew——I would never marry again. Never."
Mr. Brumley did not stir. He remained regarding her with a mournful expression.
"I was sure of it then," she said, "I knew nothing about the will. I want you to understand that—clearly."
She said no more. The still pause lengthened44. She forced herself to meet his eyes.
"But," he urged to her protracted46 silence, "you care?"
She turned her face away. She looked at the hand lying idle upon her crape-covered knee. "You are my dearest friend," she said very softly. "You are almost my only friend. But——. I can never go into marriage any more...."
"My dear," he said, "the marriage you have known——."
"No," she said. "No sort of marriage."
Mr. Brumley heaved a profound sigh.
"Before I had been a widow twenty-four hours, I began to realize that I was an escaped woman. It wasn't the particular marriage.... It was any marriage.... All we women are tied. Most of us are willing to be tied perhaps, but only as people are willing to be tied to life-belts in a wreck—from fear from drowning. And now, I am just one of the free women, like the women who can earn large incomes, or the women who happen to own property. I've paid my penalties and my service is over.... I knew, of course, that you would ask me this. It isn't that I don't care for you, that I don't love your company and your help—and the love and the kindness...."
"Only," he said, "although it is the one thing I desire, although it is the one return you can make me——. But whatever I have done—I have done willingly...."
"My dear!" cried Mr. Brumley, breaking out abruptly47 at a fresh point, "I want you to marry me. I want you to be mine, to be my dear close companion, the care of my life, the beauty in my life.... I can't frame sentences, my dear. You know, you know.... Since first I saw you, talked to you in this very garden...."
"I don't forget a thing," she answered. "It has been my life as well as yours. Only——"
The grip of her hand tightened48 on the back of their seat. She seemed to be examining her thumb intently. Her voice sank to a whisper. "I won't marry you," she said.
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