"Quem, whom; fugis, are you avoiding; ab demens, you silly ass1; habitarunt di quoque, gods too have lived in; silvas, the woods.' Go ahead!"
I always brighten the classics—it is part of my system—and therefore I translated demens by "silly ass." But Miss Beaumont need not have made a note of the translation, and Ford2, who knows better, need not have echoed after me. "Whom are you avoiding, you silly ass, gods too have lived in the woods."
"Ye—es," I replied, with scholarly hesitation3. "Ye—es. Silvas—woods, wooded spaces, the country generally. Yes. Demens, of course, is de—mens. 'Ah, witless fellow! Gods, I say, even gods have dwelt in the woods ere now.'"
"But I thought gods always lived in the sky," said Mrs. Worters, interrupting our lesson for I think the third-and-twentieth time.
"Not always," answered Miss Beaumont. As she spoke4 she inserted "witless fellow" as an alternative to "silly ass."
"I always thought they lived in the sky."
"Oh, no, Mrs. Worters," the girl repeated. "Not always." And finding her place in the note-book she read as follows: "Gods. Where. Chief deities—Mount Olympus. Pan—most places, as name implies. Oreads—mountains. Sirens, Tritons, Nereids—water (salt). Naiads —water (fresh). Satyrs, Fauns, etc.—woods. Dryads—trees."
"Well, dear, you have learnt a lot. And will you now tell me what good it has done you?"
"It has helped me—" faltered5 Miss Beaumont. She was very earnest over her classics. She wished she could have said what good they had done her.
Ford came to her rescue, "Of course it's helped you. The classics are full of tips. They teach you how to dodge6 things."
I begged my young friend not to dodge his Virgil lesson.
"But they do!" he cried. "Suppose that long-haired brute7 Apollo wants to give you a music lesson. Well, out you pop into the laurels8. Or Universal Nature comes along. You aren't feeling particularly keen on Universal Nature so you turn into a reed."
But Miss Beaumont had caught the allusions—which were quite ingenious I must admit. "And Croesus?" she inquired. "What was it one turned into to get away from Croesus?"
I hastened to tidy up her mythology10. "Midas, Miss Beaumont, not Croesus. And he turns you—you don't turn yourself: he turns you into gold."
"Surely—" said Miss Beaumont. She had been learning Latin not quite a fortnight, but she would have corrected the Regius Professor.
He began to tease her. "Oh, there's no dodging Midas! He just comes, he touches you, and you pay him several thousand per cent, at once. You're gold—a young golden lady—if he touches you."
"Oh, but he'll touch you."
"He sha'n't!"
"He will."
"He sha'n't!"
"He will."
"Evelyn! Evelyn!" said Mrs. Worters. "Now you are forgetting yourself. And you also forget my question. What good has Latin done you?"
"Mr. Ford—what good has Latin done you?"
"Mr. Inskip—what good has Latin done us?"
So I was let in for the classical controversy15. The arguments for the study of Latin are perfectly16 sound, but they are difficult to remember, and the afternoon sun was hot, and I needed my tea. But I had to justify17 my existence as a coach, so I took off my eye-glasses and breathed on them and said, "My dear Ford, what a question!"
"It's all right for Jack," said Mrs. Worters. "Jack has to pass his entrance examination. But what's the good of it for Evelyn? None at all."
"No, Mrs. Worters," I persisted, pointing my eye-glasses at her. "I cannot agree. Miss Beaumont is—in a sense—new to our civilization. She is entering it, and Latin is one of the subjects in her entrance examination also. No one can grasp modern life without some knowledge of its origins."
"Well, there you are!" I retorted, and shut up my eye-glasses with a snap.
"Mr. Inskip, I am not there. Kindly19 tell me what's the good of it all. Oh, I've been through it myself: Jupiter, Venus, Juno, I know the lot of them. And many of the stories not at all proper."
"Classical education," I said drily, "is not entirely20 confined to classical mythology. Though even the mythology has its value. Dreams if you like, but there is value in dreams."
"I too have dreams," said Mrs. Worters, "but I am not so foolish as to mention them afterwards."
Mercifully we were interrupted. A rich virile21 voice close behind us said, "Cherish your dreams!" We had been joined by our host, Harcourt Worters—Mrs. Worters' son, Miss Beaumont's fiance. Ford's guardian22, my employer: I must speak of him as Mr. Worters.
"Let us cherish our dreams!" he repeated. "All day I've been fighting, haggling23, bargaining. And to come out on to this lawn and see you all learning Latin, so happy, so passionless, so Arcadian——"
He did not finish the sentence, but sank into the chair next to Miss Beaumont, and possessed24 himself of her hand. As he did so she sang: "Ah yoù sílly àss góds lìve in woóds!"
"What have we here?" said Mr. Worters with a slight frown.
"Oh, I see; a colloquial translation of poetry." Then his smile returned. "Perhaps if gods live in woods, that is why woods are so dear. I have just bought Other Kingdom Copse!"
Loud exclamations28 of joy. Indeed, the beeches30 in that copse are as fine as any in Hertfordshire. Moreover, it, and the meadow by which it is approached, have always made an ugly notch31 in the rounded contours of the Worters estate. So we were all very glad that Mr. Worters had purchased Other Kingdom. Only Ford kept silent, stroking his head where the Virgil had hit it, and smiling a little to himself as he did so.
"Judging from the price I paid, I should say there was a god in every tree. But price, this time was no object." He glanced at Miss Beaumont.
"You admire beeches, Evelyn, do you not?"
"I forget always which they are. Like this?"
She flung her arms up above her head, close together, so that she looked like a slender column. Then her body swayed and her delicate green dress quivered over it with the suggestion of countless32 leaves.
"My dear child!" exclaimed her lover.
"No: that is a silver birch," said Ford,
"Oh, of course. Like this, then." And she twitched33 up her skirts so that for a moment they spread out in great horizontal layers, like the layers of a beech29.
We glanced at the house, but none of the servants were looking. So we laughed, and said she ought to go on the variety stage.
"Ah, this is the kind I like!" she cried, and practised the beech-tree again.
"I thought so," said Mr. Worters. "I thought so. Other Kingdom Copse is yours."
"Mine——?" She had never had such a present in her life. She could not realize it.
"The purchase will be drawn34 up in your name. You will sign the deed. Receive the wood, with my love. It is a second engagement ring."
"But is it—is it mine? Can I—do what I like there?"
"You can," said Mr. Worters, smiling.
She rushed at him and kissed him. She kissed Mrs. Worters. She would have kissed myself and Ford if we had not extruded35 elbows. The joy of possession had turned her head.
"It's mine! I can walk there, work there, live there. A wood of my own! Mine for ever."
"Yours, at all events, for ninety-nine years."
"My dear child! Do you expect to live longer?"
"I suppose I can't," she replied, and flushed a little. "I don't know."
"Ninety-nine seems long enough to most people. I have got this house, and the very lawn you are standing37 on, on a lease of ninety-nine years. Yet I call them my own, and I think I am justified38. Am I not?"
"Oh, yes."
"Ninety-nine years is practically for ever. Isn't it?"
"Oh, yes. It must be."
Ford possesses a most inflammatory note-book. Outside it is labelled "Private," inside it is headed "Practically a book." I saw him make an entry in it now, "Eternity39: practically ninety-nine years."
Mr. Worters, as if speaking to himself, now observed: "My goodness! My goodness! How land has risen! Perfectly astounding40."
I saw that he was in need of a Boswell, so I said: "Has it, indeed?"
"My dear Inskip. Guess what I could have got that wood for ten years ago! But I refused. Guess why."
We could not guess why.
"Because the transaction would not have been straight." A most becoming blush spread over his face as he uttered the noble word. "Not straight. Straight legally. But not morally straight. We were to force the hands of the man who owned it. I refused. The others—decent fellows in their way—told me I was squeamish. I said, 'Yes. Perhaps I am. My name is plain Harcourt Worters—not a well-known name if you go outside the City and my own country, but a name which, where it is known, carries, I flatter myself, some weight. And I will not sign my name to this. That is all. Call me squeamish if you like. But I will not sign. It is just a fad41 of mine. Let us call it a fad.'" He blushed again. Ford believes that his guardian blushes all over—if you could strip him and make him talk nobly he would look like a boiled lobster42. There is a picture of him in this condition in the note-book.
"So the man who owned it then didn't own it now?" said Miss Beaumont, who had followed the narrative43 with some interest.
"Oh, no!" said Mr. Worters.
"Why no!" said Mrs. Worters absently, as she hunted in the grass for her knitting-needle. "Of course not. It belongs to the widow."
"Tea!" cried her son, springing vivaciously44 to his feet. "I see tea and I want it. Come, mother. Come along, Evelyn. I can tell you it's no joke, a hard day in the battle of life. For life is practically a battle. To all intents and purposes a battle. Except for a few lucky fellows who can read books, and so avoid the realities. But I——"
His voice died away as he escorted the two ladies over the smooth lawn and up the stone steps to the terrace, on which the footman was placing tables and little chairs and a silver kettle-stand. More ladies came out of the house. We could just hear their shouts of excitement as they also were told of the purchase of Other Kingdom.
I like Ford. The boy has the makings of a scholar and—though for some reason he objects to the word—of a gentleman. It amused me now to see his lip curl with the vague cynicism of youth. He cannot understand the footman and the solid silver kettle-stand. They make him cross. For he has dreams—not exactly spiritual dreams: Mr. Worters is the man for those—but dreams of the tangible45 and the actual robust46 dreams, which take him, not to heaven, but to another earth. There are no footmen in this other earth, and the kettle-stands, I suppose, will not be made of silver, and I know that everything is to be itself, and not practically something else. But what this means, and, if it means anything, what the good of it is, I am not prepared to say. For though I have just said "there is value in dreams," I only said it to silence old Mrs. Worters.
"Go ahead, man! We can't have tea till we've got through something."
He turned his chair away from the terrace, so that he could sit looking at the meadows and at the stream that runs through the meadows, and at the beech-trees of Other Kingdom that rise beyond the stream. Then, most gravely and admirably, he began to construe47 the Eclogues of Virgil.
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