It was the eve of the Duke's birthday. A cabinet council had been calledin the morning, and his Highness's ministers had submitted to him therevised draft of the constitution which was to be proclaimed on themorrow.
Throughout the conference, which was brief and formal, Odo had beenconscious of a subtle change in the ministerial atmosphere. Instead ofthe current of resistance against which he had grown used to forcing hisway, he became aware of a tacit yielding to his will. Trescorre hadapparently withdrawn1 his opposition2 to the charter, and the otherministers had followed suit. To Odo's overwrought imagination there wassomething ominous3 in the change. He had counted on the goad4 ofopposition to fight off the fatal languor5 which he had learned to expectat such crises. Now that he found there was to be no struggle heunderstood how largely his zeal6 had of late depended on such factitiousincentives. He felt an irrational7 longing8 to throw himself on the otherside of the conflict, to tear in bits the paper awaiting his signature,and disown the policy which had dictated9 it. But the tide ofacquiescence on which he was afloat was no stagnant10 back-water ofindifference, but the glassy reach just above the fall of a river. Thecurrent was as swift as it was smooth, and he felt himself hurriedforward to an end he could no longer escape. He took the pen whichTrescorre handed him, and signed the constitution.
The meeting over, he summoned Gamba. He felt the need of suchencouragement as the hunchback alone could give. Fulvia's enthusiasmswere too unreal, too abstract. She lived in a region of ideals, whenceugly facts were swept out by some process of mental housewifery whichkept her world perpetually smiling and immaculate. Gamba at least fedhis convictions on facts. If his outlook was narrow it was direct: noroseate medium of fancy was interposed between his vision and the truth.
He stood listening thoughtfully while Odo poured forth11 his doubts.
"Your Highness may well hesitate," he said at last. "There are alwaysmore good reasons against a new state of things than for it. I am notsurprised that Count Trescorre appears to have withdrawn his opposition.
I believe he now honestly wishes your Highness to proclaim theconstitution."Odo looked up in surprise. "You do not mean that he has come to believein it?"Gamba smiled. "Probably not in your Highness's sense; but he may havefound a use of his own for it.""What do you mean?" Odo asked.
"If he does not believe it will benefit the state he may think it willinjure your Highness.""Ah--" said the Duke slowly.
There was a pause, during which he was possessed12 by the same shudderingreluctance to fix his mind on the facts before him as when he hadquestioned the hunchback about Momola's death. He longed to cast thewhole business aside, to be up and away from it, drawing breath in a newworld where every air was not tainted13 with corruption14. He raised hishead with an effort.
"You think, then, that the liberals are secretly acting15 against me inthis matter?""I am persuaded of it, your Highness."Odo hesitated. "You have always told me," he began again, "that the loveof dominion16 was your brother's ruling passion. If he really believesthis movement will be popular with the people, why should he secretlyoppose it, instead of making the most of his own share in it as theminister of a popular sovereign?""For several reasons," Gamba answered promptly17. "In the first place, thereforms your Highness has introduced are not of his own choosing, andTrescorre has little sympathy with any policy he has not dictated. Inthe second place, the powers and opportunities of a constitutionalminister are too restricted to satisfy his appetite for rule; andthirdly--" he paused a moment, as though doubtful how his words would bereceived-- "I suspect Trescorre of having a private score against yourHighness, which he would be glad to pay off publicly."Odo fell silent, yielding himself to a fresh current of thought.
"I know not what score he may have against me," he said at length; "butwhat injures me must injure the state, and if Trescorre has any suchmotive for withdrawing his opposition, it must be because he believesthe constitution will defeat its own ends.""He does believe that, assuredly; but he is not the only one of yourHighness's ministers that would ruin the state on the chance of findingan opportunity among the ruins.""That is as it may be," said Odo with a touch of weariness. "I have seenenough of human ambition to learn how limited and unimaginative apassion it is. If it saw farther I should fear it more. But if it isshort-sighted it sees clearly at close range; and the motive18 you ascribeto Trescorre would imply that he believes the constitution will be afailure.""Without doubt, your Highness. I am convinced that your ministers havedone all they could to prevent the proclamation of the charter, andfailing that, to thwart19 its workings if it be proclaimed. In this theyhave gone hand in hand with the clergy20, and their measures have beenwell taken. But I do not believe that any state of mind produced byexternal influences can long withstand the natural drift of opinion; andyour Highness may be sure that, though the talkers and writers aremostly against you in this matter, the mass of the people are with you."Odo answered with a despairing gesture. "How can I be sure, when thepeople have no means of expressing their needs? It is like trying toguess the wants of a deaf and dumb man!"The hunchback flushed suddenly. "The people will not always be deaf anddumb," he said. "Some day they will speak.""Not in my day," said Odo wearily. "And meanwhile we blunder on, withoutever really knowing what incalculable instincts and prejudices arepitted against us. You and your party tell me the people are sick of theburdens the clergy lay on them--yet their blind devotion to the Churchis manifest at every turn, and it did not need the business of theVirgin's crown to show me how little reason and justice can availagainst such influences."Gamba replied by an impatient gesture. "As to the Virgin's crown," hesaid, "your Highness must have guessed it was one of the friars' tricks:
a last expedient21 to turn the people against you. I was not bred up by apriest for nothing; I know what past masters those gentry22 are in raisingghosts and reading portents23. They know the minds of the poor folk as theherdsman knows the habits of his cattle; and for generations they haveused that knowledge to bring the people more completely under theircontrol.""And what have we to oppose to such a power?" Odo exclaimed. "We arefighting the battle of ideas against passions, of reflection againstinstinct; and you have but to look in the human heart to guess whichside will win in such a struggle. We have science and truth andcommon-sense with us, you say--yes, but the Church has love and fear andtradition, and the solidarity24 of nigh two thousand years of dominion."Gamba listened in respectful silence; then he replied with a faintsmile: "All that your Highness says is true; but I beg leave to relateto your Highness a tale which I read lately in an old book of yourlibrary. According to this story it appears that when the earlyChristians of Alexandria set out to destroy the pagan idols25 in thetemples they were seized with great dread26 at sight of the god Serapis;for even those that did not believe in the old gods feared them, andnone dared raise a hand against the sacred image. But suddenly a soldierwho was bolder than the rest flung his battle-axe at the figure--andwhen it broke in pieces, there rushed out nothing worse than a greatcompany of rats."...
***The Duke had promised to visit Fulvia that evening. For several days hisstate of indecision had made him find pretexts28 for avoiding her; but nowthat the charter was signed and he had ordered its proclamation, hecraved the contact of her unwavering faith.
He found her alone in the dusk of the convent parlour; but he had hardlycrossed the threshold before he was aware of an indefinable change inhis surroundings. She advanced with an impulsiveness30 out of harmony withthe usual tranquillity31 of their meetings, and he felt her hand trembleand burn in his. In the twilight32 it seemed to him that her very dresshad a warmer rustle33 and glimmer34, that there emanated35 from her glance andmovements some heady fragrance36 of a long-past summer. He smiled to thinkthat this phantom37 coquetry should have risen at the summons of anacademic degree; but some deeper sense in him was stirred as by a visionof waste riches adrift on the dim seas of chance.
For a moment she sat silent, as in the days when they had been too neareach other for many words; and there was something indescribablysoothing in this dreamlike return to the past. It was he who rousedhimself first.
"How young you look!" he said, giving involuntary utterance38 to histhought.
"Do I?" she answered gaily39. "I am glad of that, for I feelextraordinarily young tonight. Perhaps it is because I have beenthinking a great deal of the old days--of Venice and Turin--and of thehigh-road to Vercelli, for instance." She glanced at him with a smile.
"Do you know," she went on, moving to a seat at his side, and laying ahand on the arm of his chair, "that there is one secret of mine you havenever guessed in all these years?"Odo returned her smile. "What is it, I wonder?" he said.
She fixed40 him with bright bantering41 eyes. "I knew why you deserted42 us atVercelli." He uttered an exclamation43, but she lifted a hand to his lips.
"Ah, how angry I was then--but why be angry now? It all happened so longago; and if it had not happened--who knows?--perhaps you would neverhave pitied me enough to love me as you did." She laughed softly,reminiscently, leaning back as if to let the tide of memories rippleover her. Then she raised her head suddenly, and said in a changedvoice: "Are your plans fixed for tomorrow?"Odo glanced at her in surprise. Her mind seemed to move as capriciouslyas Maria Clementina's.
"The constitution is signed," he answered, "and my ministers proclaim ittomorrow morning." He looked at her a moment, and lifted her hand to hislips. "Everything has been done according to your wishes," he said.
She drew away with a start, and he saw that she had turned pale. "No,no--not as I wish," she murmured. "It must not be because _I_ wish--"she broke off and her hand slipped from his.
"You have taught me to wish as you wish," he answered gently. "Surelyyou would not disown your pupil now?"Her agitation44 increased. "Do not call yourself that!" she exclaimed.
"Not even in jest. What you have done has been done of your ownchoice--because you thought it best for your people. My nearness orabsence could have made no difference."He looked at her with growing wonder. "Why this sudden modesty45?" he saidwith a smile. "I thought you prided yourself on your share in the greatwork."She tried to force an answering smile, but the curve broke into a quiverof distress46, and she came close to him, with a gesture that seemed totake flight from herself.
"Don't say it, don't say it!" she broke out. "What right have they tocall it my doing? I but stood aside and watched you and gloried inyou--is there any guilt47 to a woman in THAT?" She clung to him a moment,hiding her face in his breast.
He loosened her arms gently, that he might draw back and look at her.
"Fulvia," he asked, "what ails48 you? You are not yourself tonight. Hasanything happened to distress you? Have you been annoyed or alarmed inany way?--It is not possible," he broke off, "that Trescorre has beenhere--?"She drew away, flushed and protesting. "No, no," she exclaimed. "Whyshould Trescorre come here? Why should you fancy that any one has beenhere? I am excited, I know; I talk idly; but it is because I have beenthinking too long of these things--""Of what things?""Of what people say--how can one help hearing that?" I sometimes fancythat the more withdrawn one lives the more distinctly one hears theouter noises.""But why should you heed49 the outer noises? You have never done sobefore.""Perhaps I was wrong not to do so before. Perhaps I should have listenedsooner. Perhaps others have seen--understood--sooner than I--oh, thethought is intolerable!"She moved a pace or two away, and then, regaining50 the mastery of herlips and eyes, turned to him with a show of calmness.
"Your heart was never in this charter--" she began.
"Fulvia!" he cried protestingly; but she lifted a silencing hand. "Ah, Ihave seen it--I have felt it--but I was never willing to own that youwere right. My pride in you blinded me, I suppose. I could not bear todream any fate for you but the greatest. I saw you always leadingevents, rather than waiting on them. But true greatness lies in the man,not in his actions. Compromise, delay, renunciation--these may be asheroic as conflict. A woman's vision is so narrow that I did not seethis at first. You have always told me that I looked only at one side ofthe question; but I see the other side now--I see that you were right."Odo stood silent. He had followed her with growing wonder. A volte-faceso little in keeping with her mental habits immediately struck him as afeint; yet so strangely did it accord with his own secret reluctancesthat these inclined him to let it pass unquestioned.
Some instinctive51 loyalty52 to his past checked the temptation. "I am notsure that I understand you," he said slowly. "Have you lost faith in theideas we have worked for?"She hesitated, and he saw the struggle beneath her surface calmness.
"No, no," she exclaimed quickly, "I have not lost faith in them--""In me, then?"She smiled with a disarming53 sadness. "That would be so much simpler!"she murmured.
"What do you mean, then?" he urged. "We must understand each other." Hepaused, and measured his words out slowly. "Do you think it a mistake toproclaim the constitution tomorrow?"Again her face was full of shadowy contradictions. "I entreat54 you not toproclaim it tomorrow," she said in a low voice.
Odo felt the blood drum in his ears. Was not this the word for which hehad waited? But still some deeper instinct held him back, warning him,as it seemed, that to fall below his purpose at such a juncture55 was theonly measurable failure. He must know more before he yielded, see deeperinto her heart and his; and each moment brought the clearer convictionthat there was more to know and see.
"This is unlike you, Fulvia," he said. "You cannot make such a requeston impulse. You must have a reason."She smiled. "You told me once that a woman's reasons are only impulsesin men's clothes."But he was not to be diverted by this thrust. "I shall think so now," hesaid, "unless you can give me some better account of yours!"She was silent, and he pressed on with a persistency56 for which hehimself could hardly account: "You must have a reason for this request.""I have one," she said, dropping her attempts at evasion57.
"And it is--?"She paused again, with a look of appeal against which he had to stiffenhimself.
"I do not believe the time has come," she said at length.
"You think the people are not ready for the constitution?"She answered with an effort: "I think the people are not ready for it."He fell silent, and they sat facing each other, but with eyes apart.
"You have received this impression from Gamba, from Andreoni--from themembers of our party?" he asked.
She made no reply.
"Remember, Fulvia," he went on almost sternly, "that this is the end forwhich we have worked together all these years--the end for which werenounced each other and went forth in our youth, you to exile and I toan unwilling58 sovereignty. It was because we loved this cause better thanourselves that we had strength to give up for it our personal hopes ofhappiness. If we betray the cause from any merely personal motive weshall have fallen below our earlier selves." He waited again, but shewas still silent. "Can you swear to me," he went on, "that no suchmotive influences you now? That you honestly believe we have beendeceived and mistaken? That our years of faith and labour have beenwasted, and that, if mankind is to be helped, it is to be in other waysand by other efforts than ours?"He stood before her accusingly, almost, the passion of the long fightsurging up in him as he felt the weapon drop from his hand.
Fulvia had sat motionless under his appeal; but as he paused she rosewith an impulsive29 gesture. "Oh, why do you torment59 me with questions?"she cried, half-sobbing. "I venture to counsel a delay, and you arraignme as though I stood at the day of judgment60!""It IS our day of judgment," he retorted. "It is the day on which lifeconfronts us with our own actions, and we must justify61 them or ownourselves deluded62." He went up to her and caught her hands entreatingly63.
"Fulvia," he said, "I too have doubted, wavered--and if you will give meone honest reason that is worthy64 of us both--"She broke from him to hide her weeping. "Reasons! reasons!" shestammered. "What does the heart know of reasons? I ask a favour--thefirst I ever asked of you--and you answer it by haggling65 with me forreasons!"Something in her voice and gesture was like a lightning-flash over adark landscape. In an instant he saw the pit at his feet.
"Some one has been with you. Those words were not yours," he cried.
She rallied instantly. "That is a pretext27 for not heeding66 them!" shereturned.
The lightning glared again. He stepped close and faced her.
"The Duchess has been here," he said.
She dropped into a chair and hid her face from him. A wave of angermounted from his heart, choking back his words and filling his brainwith its fumes67. But as it subsided68 he felt himself suddenly cool, firm,attempered. There could be no wavering, no self-questioning now.
"When did this happen?" he asked.
She shook her head despairingly.
"Fulvia," he said, "if you will not speak I will speak for you. I canguess what arguments were used--what threats, even. Were there threats?"burst from him in a fresh leap of anger.
She raised her head slowly. "Threats would not have mattered," she said.
"But your fears were played on--your fears for my safety?--Fulvia,answer me!" he insisted.
She rose suddenly and laid her arms about his shoulders, with a gesturehalf-tender, half-maternal.
"Oh," she said, "why will you torture me? I have borne much for ourlove's sake, and would have borne this too--in silence, like therest--but to speak of it is to relieve it; and my strength fails me!"He held her hands fast, keeping his eyes on hers. "No," he said, "foryour strength never failed you when there was any call on it; and ourwhole past calls on it now. Rouse yourself, Fulvia: look life in theface! You were told there might be troubles tomorrow--that I was indanger, perhaps?""There was worse--there was worse," she shuddered69.
"Worse?""The blame was laid on me--the responsibility. Your love for me, mypower over you, were accused. The people hate me--they hate you forloving me! Oh, I have destroyed you!" she cried.
Odo felt a slow cold strength pouring into all his veins70. It was asthough his enemies, in thinking to mix a mortal poison, had rendered himinvulnerable. He bent71 over her with great gentleness.
"Fulvia, this is madness," he said. "A moment's thought must show youwhat passions are here at work. Can you not rise above such fears? Noone can judge between us but ourselves.""Ah, but you do not know--you will not understand. Your life may be indanger!" she cried.
"I have been told that before," he said contemptuously. "It is a commontrick of the political game.""This is no trick," she exclaimed. "I was made to see--tounderstand--and I swear to you that the danger is real.""And what if it were? Is the Church to have all the martyrs72?" said hegaily. "Come, Fulvia, shake off such fancies. My life is as safe asyours. At worst there may be a little hissing73 to be faced. That is easyenough compared to facing one's own doubts. And I have no doubtsnow--that is all past, thank heaven! I see the road straight beforeme--as straight as when you showed it to me once before, years ago, inthe inn-parlour at Peschiera. You pointed74 the way to it then; surely youwould not hold me back from it now?"He took her in his arms and kissed her lips to silence.
"When we meet tomorrow," he said, releasing her, "It will be as teacherand pupil, you in your doctor's gown and I a learner at your feet. Putyour old faith in me into your argument, and we shall have all Pianuraconverted."He hastened away through the dim gardens, carrying a boy's heart in hisbreast.
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