In his acceptance of Sidwell’s reply, Peak did not care to ask himself whether the delay of its arrival had any meaning one way or another. Decency1 would hardly have permitted her to answer such a letter by return of post; of course she waited a day or so.
But the interval2 meant more than this.
Sylvia Moorhouse was staying with her friend. The death of Mrs Moorhouse, and the marriage of the mathematical brother, had left Sylvia homeless, though not in any distressing4 sense; her inclination5 was to wander for a year or two, and she remained in England only until the needful arrangements could be concluded.
‘You had better come with me,’ she said to Sidwell, as they walked together on the lawn after luncheon6.
The other shook her head.
‘Indeed, you had better.—What are you doing here? What are you going to make of your life?’
‘I don’t know.’
‘Precisely. Yet one ought to live on some kind of plan. I think it is time you got away from Exeter; it seems to me you are finding its atmosphere morbific.’
Sidwell laughed at the allusion7.
‘You know,’ she said, ‘that the reverend gentleman is shortly to be married?’
‘Oh yes, I have heard all about it. But is he forsaking9 the Church?’
‘Retiring only for a time, they say.’
‘Forgive the question, Sidwell—did he honour you with a proposal?’
‘Indeed, no!’
‘Some one told me it was imminent10, not long ago.’
‘Quite a mistake,’ Sidwell answered, with her grave smile. ‘Mr Chilvers had a singular manner with women in general. It was meant, perhaps, for subtle flattery; he may have thought it the most suitable return for the female worship he was accustomed to receive.’
Mr. Warricombe was coming towards them. He brought a new subject of conversation, and as they talked the trio drew near to the gate which led into the road. The afternoon postman was just entering; Mr Warricombe took from him two letters.
‘One for you, Sylvia, and—one for you, Sidwell.’
A slight change in his voice caused Sidwell to look at her father as he handed her the letter. In the same moment she recognised the writing of the address. It was Godwin Peak’s, and undoubtedly11 her father knew it.
With a momentary12 hesitation13 Mr. Warricombe continued his talk from the point at which he had broken off, but he avoided his daughter’s look, and Sidwell was too well aware of an uneasiness which had fallen upon him. In a few minutes he brought the chat to an end, and walked away towards the house.
Sidwell held her letter tightly. Conversation was no longer possible for her; she had a painful throbbing14 of the heart, and felt that her face must be playing traitor15. Fortunately, Sylvia found it necessary to write a reply to the missive she had received, and her companion was soon at liberty to seek solitude16.
For more than an hour she remained alone. However unemotional the contents of the letter, its arrival would have perturbed17 her seriously, as in the two previous instances; what she found on opening the envelope threw her into so extreme an agitation18 that it was long before she could subdue19 the anguish20 of disorder21 in all her senses. She had tried to believe that Godwin Peak was henceforth powerless to affect her in this way, write what he would. The romance of her life was over; time had brought the solution of difficulties to which she looked forward; she recognised the inevitable23, as doubtless did Godwin also. But all this was self-deception. The passionate24 letter delighted as much as it tortured her; in secret her heart had desired this, though reason suppressed and denied the hope. No longer need she remember with pangs25 of shame the last letter she had written, and the cold response; once again things were as they should be-the lover pleading before her—she with the control of his fate. The injury to her pride was healed, and in the thought that perforce she must answer with a final ‘No’, she found at first more of solace26 than of distress3.
Subsidence of physical suffering allowed her to forget this emotion, in its nature unavowable. She could think of the news Godwin sent, could torment27 herself with interpretations28 of Marcella Moxey’s behaviour, and view in detail the circumstances which enabled Godwin to urge a formal suit. Among her various thoughts there recurred29 frequently a regret that this letter had not reached her, like the other two, unobserved. Her father had now learnt that she was in correspondence with the disgraced man; to keep silence would be to cause him grave trouble; yet how much better if fortune had only once more favoured her, so that the story might have remained her secret, from beginning to end.
For was not this the end?——
At the usual time she went to the drawing-room, and somehow succeeded in conversing30 as though nothing had disturbed her. Mr Warricombe was not seen till dinner. When he came forth22, Sidwell noticed his air of preoccupation, and that he avoided addressing her. The evening asked too much of her self-command; she again withdrew, and only came back when the household was ready for retiring. In bidding her father goodnight, she forced herself to meet his gaze; he looked at her with troubled inquiry31, and she felt her cheek redden.
‘Do you want to get rid of me?’ asked Sylvia, with wonted frankness, when her friend drew near.
‘No. Let us go to the glass-house.’
Up there on the roof Sidwell often found a retreat when her thoughts were troublesome. Fitfully, she had resumed her water-colour drawing, but as a rule her withdrawal32 to the glass-house was for reading or reverie. Carrying a small lamp, she led the way before Sylvia, and they sat down in the chairs which on one occasion had been occupied by Buckland Warricombe and Peak.
The wind, rarely silent in this part of Devon, blew boisterously33 from the south-west. A far-off whistle, that of a train speeding up the valley on its way from Plymouth, heightened the sense of retirement34 and quietude always to be enjoyed at night here under the stars.
‘Have you been thinking over my suggestion?’ asked Sylvia, when there had been silence awhile.
‘No,’ was the murmured reply.
‘Something has happened, I think.’
‘Yes. I should like to tell you, Sylvia, but’——
‘But’——
‘I must tell you! I can’t keep it in my own mind, and you are the only one’——
Sylvia was surprised at the agitation which suddenly revealed itself in her companion’s look and voice. She became serious, her eyes brightening with intellectual curiosity. Feminine expressions of sympathy were not to be expected from Miss Moorhouse; far more reassuring35 to Sidwell was the kind attentiveness36 with which her friend bent37 forward.
‘That letter father handed me today was from Mr. Peak.’
‘You hear from him?’
‘This is the third time—since he went away. At our last meeting’—her voice dropped—‘I pledged my faith to him.—Not absolutely. The future was too uncertain’——
The gleam in Sylvia’s eyes grew more vivid. She was profoundly interested, and did not speak when Sidwell’s voice failed.
‘You never suspected this?’ asked the latter, in a few moments.
‘Not exactly that. What I did suspect was that Mr. Peak’s departure resulted from—your rejection38 of him.’
‘There is more to be told,’ pursued Sidwell, in tremulous accents. ‘You must know it all—because I need your help. No one here has learnt what took place between us. Mr. Peak did not go away on that account. But—you remember being puzzled to explain his orthodoxy in religion?’
She paused. Sylvia gave a nod, signifying much.
‘He never believed as he professed,’ went on Sidwell, hurriedly. ‘You were justified39 in doubting him. He concealed40 the truth—pretended to champion the old faiths’——
For an instant she broke off, then hastened through a description of the circumstances which had brought about Peak’s discovery. Sylvia could not restrain a smile, but it was softened41 by the sincere kindliness42 of her feeling.
‘And it was after this,’ she inquired impartially43, ‘that the decisive conversation between you took place?’
‘No; just before Buckland’s announcement. We met again, after that.—Does it seem incredible to you that I should have let the second meeting end as it did?’
‘I think I understand. Yes, I know you well enough to follow it. I can even guess at the defence he was able to urge.’
‘You can?’ asked Sidwell, eagerly. ‘You see a possibility of his defending himself?’
‘I should conjecture44 that it amounted to the old proverb, “All’s fair in love and war”. And, putting aside a few moral prejudices, one can easily enough absolve45 him.—The fact is, I had long ago surmised46 that his motives47 in taking to such a career had more reference to this world than the next. You know, I had several long talks with him; I told you how he interested me. Now I can piece together my conclusions.’
‘Still,’ urged Sidwell, ‘you must inevitably49 regard him as ignoble—as guilty of base deceit. I must hide nothing from you, having told so much. Have you heard from anyone about his early life?’
‘Your mother told me some old stories.’
Sidwell made an impatient gesture. In words of force and ardour, such as never before had been at her command, she related all she knew of Godwin’s history prior to his settling at Exeter, and depicted50 the mood, the impulses, which, by his own confession51, had led to that strange enterprise. Only by long exercise of an impassioned imagination could she thus thoroughly52 have identified herself with a life so remote from her own. Peak’s pleading for himself was scarcely more impressive. In listening, Sylvia understood how completely Sidwell had cast off the beliefs for which her ordinary conversation seemed still to betray a tenderness.
‘I know,’ the speaker concluded, ‘that he cannot in that first hour have come to regard me with a feeling strong enough to determine what he then undertook. It was not I as an individual, but all of us here, and the world we represented. Afterwards, he persuaded himself that he had felt love for me from the beginning. And I, I tried to believe it—because I wished it true; for his sake, and for my own. However it was, I could not harden my heart against him. A thousand considerations forbade me to allow him further hope; but I refused to listen—no, I could not listen. I said I would remain true to him. He went away to take up his old pursuits, and if possible to make a position for himself. It was to be our secret. And in spite of everything. I hoped for the future.’
Silence followed, and Sidwell seemed to lose herself in distressful53 thought.
‘And now,’ asked her friend, ‘what has come to pass?’
‘Do you know that Miss Moxey is dead?’
‘I haven’t heard of it.’
‘She is dead, and has left Mr. Peak a fortune.—His letter of today tells me this. And at the same time he claims my promise.’
Their eyes met. Sylvia still had the air of meditating54 a most interesting problem. Impossible to decide from her countenance55 how she regarded Sidwell’s position.
‘But why in the world,’ she asked, ‘should Marcella Moxey have left her money to Mr. Peak?’
‘They were friends,’ was the quick reply. ‘She knew all that had befallen him, and wished to smooth his path.’
Sylvia put several more questions, and to all of them Sidwell replied with a peculiar56 decision, as though bent on making it clear that there was nothing remarkable57 in this fact of the bequest58. The motive48 which impelled59 her was obscure even to her own mind, for ever since receiving the letter she had suffered harassing60 doubts where now she affected61 to have none. ‘She knew, then,’ was Sylvia’s last inquiry, ‘of the relations between you and Mr. Peak?’
‘I am not sure—but I think so. Yes, I think she must have known.’
‘From Mr. Peak himself, then?’
‘Yes—I think so. But what does that matter?’
The other allowed her face to betray perplexity.
‘So much for the past,’ she said at length. ‘And now?’——
‘I have not the courage to do what I wish.’
There was a long silence.
‘About your wish,’ asked Sylvia at length, ‘you are not at all doubtful?’
‘Not for one moment.—Whether I err63 in my judgment64 of him could be proved only by time; but I know that if I were free, if I stood alone’——
She broke off and sighed. ‘It would mean, I suppose,’ said the other, ‘a rupture65 with your family?’
‘Father would not abandon me, but I should darken the close of his life. Buckland would utterly66 cast me off; mother would wish to do so.—You see, I cannot think and act simply as a woman, as a human being. I am bound to a certain sphere of life. The fact that I have outgrown67 it, counts for nothing. I cannot free myself without injury to people whom I love. To act as I wish would be to outrage68 every rule and prejudice of the society to which I belong. You yourself—you know how you would regard me.’
Sylvia replied deliberately69.
‘I am seeing you in a new light, Sidwell. It takes a little time to reconstruct my conception of you.’
‘You think worse of me than you did.’
‘Neither better nor worse, but differently. There has been too much reserve between us. After so long a friendship, I ought to have known you more thoroughly. To tell the truth, I have thought now and then of you and Mr. Peak; that was inevitable. But I went astray; it seemed to me the most unlikely thing that you should regard him with more than a doubtful interest. I knew, of course, that he had made you his ideal, and I felt sorry for him.’
‘I seemed to you unworthy?’——
‘Too placid70, too calmly prudent71.—In plain words, Sidwell, I do think better of you.’
Sidwell smiled.
‘Only to know me henceforth as the woman who did not dare to act upon her best impulses.’
‘As for “best”—I can’t say. I don’t glorify72 passion, as you know; and on the other hand I have little sympathy with the people who are always crying out for self-sacrifice. I don’t know whether it would be “best” to throw over your family, or to direct yourself solely73 with regard to their comfort.’
Sidwell broke in.
‘Yes, that is the true phrase—“their comfort”. No higher word should be used. That is the ideal of the life to which I have been brought up. Comfort, respectability.—And has he no right? If I sacrifice myself to father and mother, do I not sacrifice him as well? He has forfeited74 all claim to consideration—that is what people say. With my whole soul, I deny it! If he sinned against anyone, it was against me, and the sin ended as soon as I understood him. That episode in his life is blotted75 out; by what law must it condemn76 to imperfection the whole of his life and of my own? Yet because people will not, cannot, look at a thing in a spirit of justice, I must wrong myself and him.’
‘Let us think of it more quietly,’ said Sylvia, in her clear, dispassionate tones. ‘You speak as though a decision must be taken at once. Where is the necessity for that? Mr. Peak is now independent. Suppose a year or two be allowed to pass, may not things look differently?’
‘A year or two!’ exclaimed Sidwell, with impatience77. ‘Nothing will be changed. What I have to contend against is unchangeable. If I guide myself by such a hope as that, the only reasonable thing would be for me to write to Mr. Peak, and ask him to wait until my father and mother are dead.’
‘Very well. On that point we are at rest, then. The step must be taken at once, or never.’
The wind roared, and for some minutes no other sound was audible. By this [Updater’s note: the word “time” missing?], all the inmates78 of the house save the two friends were in bed, and most likely sleeping.
‘You must think it strange,’ said Sidwell, ‘that I have chosen to tell you all this, just when the confession is most humiliating to me. I want to feel the humiliation79, as one only can when another is witness of it. I wish to leave myself no excuse for the future.’
‘I’m not sure that I quite understand you. You have made up your mind to break with him?’
‘Because I am a coward.’
‘If my feeling in any matter were as strong as that, I should allow it to guide me.’
‘Because your will is stronger. You, Sylvia, would never (in my position) have granted him that second interview. You would have known that all was at an end, and have acted upon the knowledge. I knew it, but yielded to temptation—at his expense. I could not let him leave me, though that would have been kindest. I held him by a promise, basely conscious that retreat was always open to me. And now I shall have earned his contempt’——
Her voice failed. Sylvia, affected by the outbreak of emotion in one whom she had always known so strong in self-command, spoke80 with a deeper earnestness.
‘Dear, do you wish me to help you against what you call your cowardice81? I cannot take it upon me to encourage you until your own will has spoken. The decision must come from yourself. Choose what course you may, I am still your friend. I have no idle prejudices, and no social bonds. You know how I wish you to come away with me; now I see only more clearly how needful it is for you to breathe new air. Yes, you have outgrown these conditions, just as your brothers have, just as Fanny will—indeed has. Take to-night to think of it. If you can decide to travel with me for a year, be frank with Mr. Peak, and ask him to wait so long—till you have made up your mind. He cannot reasonably find fault with you, for he knows all you have to consider. Won’t this be best?’
Sidwell was long silent.
‘I will go with you,’ she said at last, in a low voice. ‘I will ask him to grant me perfect liberty for a year.’
When she came down next morning it was Sidwell’s intention to seek a private interview with her father, and make known her resolve to go abroad with Sylvia; but Mr. Warricombe anticipated her.
‘Will you come to the library after breakfast, Sidwell?’ he said, on meeting her in the hall.
She interpreted his tone, and her heart misgave82 her. An hour later she obeyed the summons. Martin greeted her with a smile, but hardly tried to appear at ease.
‘I am obliged to speak to you,’ were his first words. ‘The letter you had yesterday was from Mr. Peak?’
‘Yes, father.’
‘Is he’—Mr. Warricombe hesitated—‘in these parts again?’
‘No; in Lancashire.’
‘Sidwell, I claim no right whatever to control your correspondence; but it was a shock to me to find that you are in communication with him.’
‘He wrote,’ Sidwell replied with difficulty, ‘to let me know of a change that has come upon his prospects83. By the death of a friend, he is made independent.’
‘For his own sake, I am glad to hear that. But how could it concern you, dear?’
She struggled to command herself.
‘It was at my invitation that he wrote, father.’
Martin’s face expressed grave concern.
‘Sidwell! Is this right?’
She was very pale, and kept her eyes unmovingly directed just aside from her father.
‘What can it mean?’ Mr. Warricombe pursued, with sad remonstrance84. ‘Will you not take me into your confidence, Sidwell?’
‘I can’t speak of it,’ she replied, with sudden determination. ‘Least of all with you, father.’
‘Least of all?—I thought we were very near to each other.’
‘For that very reason, I can’t speak to you of this. I must be left free! I am going away with Sylvia, for a year, and for so long I must be absolutely independent. Father, I entreat85 you not to’——
A sob86 checked her. She turned away, and fought against the hysterical87 tendency; but it was too strong to be controlled. Her father approached, beseeching88 her to be more like herself. He held her in his arms, until tears had their free course, and a measure of calmness returned.
‘I can’t speak to you about it,’ she repeated, her face hidden from him. ‘I must write you a long letter, when I have gone. You shall know everything in that way.’
‘But, my dearest, I can’t let you leave us under these circumstances. This is a terrible trial to me. You cannot possibly go until we understand each other!’
‘Then I will write to you here—today or tomorrow.’
With this promise Martin was obliged to be contented89, Sidwell left him, and was not seen, except by Sylvia, during the whole day.
Nor did she appear at breakfast on the morning that followed. But when this meal was over, Sylvia received a message, summoning her to the retreat on the top of the house. Here Sidwell sat in the light and warmth, a glass door wide open to the west, the rays of a brilliant sun softened by curtains which fluttered lightly in the breeze from the sea.
‘Will you read this?’ she said, holding out a sheet of notepaper on which were a few lines in her own handwriting.
It was a letter, beginning—‘I cannot.’
Sylvia perused90 it carefully, and stood in thought.
‘After all?’ were the words with which she broke silence. They were neither reproachful nor regretful, but expressed grave interest.
‘In the night,’ said Sidwell, ‘I wrote to father, but I shall not give him the letter. Before it was finished, I knew that I must write this. There’s no more to be said, dear. You will go abroad without me—at all events for the present.’
‘If that is your resolve,’ answered the other, quietly, ‘I shall keep my word, and only do what I can to aid it.’ She sat down shielding her eyes from the sunlight with a Japanese fan. ‘After all, Sidwell, there’s much to be said for a purpose formed on such a morning as this; one can’t help distrusting the midnight.’
Sidwell was lying back in a low chair, her eyes turned to the woody hills on the far side of the Exe.
‘There’s one thing I should like to say,’ her friend pursued. ‘It struck me as curious that you were not at all affected, by what to me would have been the one insuperable difficulty.’
‘I know what you mean—the legacy91.’
‘Yes. It still seems to you of no significance?’
‘Of very little,’ Sidwell answered wearily, letting her eyelids92 droop93.
‘Then we won’t talk about it. From the higher point of view, I believe you are right; but—still let it rest.’
In the afternoon, Sidwell penned the following lines which she enclosed in an envelope and placed on the study table, when her father was absent.
‘The long letter which I promised you, dear father, is needless. I have today sent Mr. Peak a reply which closes our correspondence. I am sure he will not write again; if he were to do so, I should not answer.
‘I have given up my intention of going away with Sylvia. Later, perhaps, I shall wish to join her somewhere on the Continent, but by that time you will be in no concern about me.’
To this Mr. Warricombe replied only with the joyous94 smile which greeted his daughter at their next meeting. Mrs. Warricombe remained in ignorance of the ominous95 shadow which had passed over her house. At present, she was greatly interested in the coming marriage of the Rev8. Bruno Chilvers, whom she tried not to forgive for having disappointed her secret hope.
Martin had finally driven into the background those uneasy questionings, which at one time it seemed likely that Godwin Peak would rather accentuate96 than silence. With Sidwell, he could never again touch on such topics. If he were still conscious of a postponed97 debate, the adjournment98 was sine die. Martin rested in the faith that, without effort of his own, the mysteries of life and time would ere long be revealed to him.
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