IF the present passage in the chronicles of the Long Bow seems but a side issue, an interlude and an idyll, a mere1 romantic episode lacking that larger structural2 achievement which gives solidity and hard actuality to the other stories, the reader is requested not to be hasty in his condemnation3; for in the little love story of Mr. Oliver Green is to be found, as in a parable4, the beginning of the final apotheosis5 and last judgment6 of all these things.
It may well begin on a morning when the sunlight came late but brilliant, under the lifting of great clouds from a great grey sweep of wolds that grew purple as they dipped again into distance. Much of that mighty7 slope was striped and scored with ploughed fields, but a rude path ran across it, along which two figures could be seen in full stride outlined against the morning sky.
They were both tall; but beyond the fact that they had both once been professional soldiers, of rather different types and times, they had very little in common. By their ages they might almost have been father and son; and this would not have been[178] contradicted by the fact that the younger appeared to be talking all the time, in a high, confident and almost crowing voice, while the elder only now and then put in a word. But they were not father and son; strangely enough they were really talking and walking together because they were friends. Those who know only too well their proceedings8 as narrated10 elsewhere would have recognized Colonel Crane, once of the Coldstream Guards, and Captain Pierce, late of the Flying Corps11.
The young man appeared to be talking triumphantly12 about a great American capitalist whom he professed13 to have persuaded to see the error of his ways. He talked rather as if he had been slumming.
“I’m very proud of it, I can tell you,” he said. “Anybody can produce a penitent14 murderer. It’s something to produce a penitent millionaire. And I do believe that poor Enoch Oates has seen the light (thanks to my conversations at lunch); since I talked to him, Oates is another and a better man.”
“Sown his wild oats, in fact,” remarked Crane.
“Well,” replied the other. “In a sense they were very quiet oats. Almost what you might call Quaker Oats. He was a Puritan and a Prohibitionist15 and a Pacifist and an Internationalist; in short, everything that is in darkness and the shadow of death. But what you said about him was quite right. His heart’s in the right place. It’s on his[179] sleeve. That’s why I preached the gospel to the noble savage16 and made him a convert.”
“But what did you convert him to?” inquired the other.
“Private property,” replied Pierce promptly17. “Being a millionaire he had never heard of it. But when I explained the first elementary idea of it in a simple form, he was quite taken with the notion. I pointed18 out that he might abandon robbery on a large scale and create property on a small scale. He felt it was very revolutionary, but he admitted it was right. Well, you know he’d bought this big English estate out here. He was going to play the philanthropist, and have a model estate with all the regular trimmings; heads hygienically shaved by machinery19 every morning; and the cottagers admitted once a month into their own front gardens and told to keep off the grass. But I said to him: ‘If you’re going to give things to people, why not give ’em? If you give your friend a plant in a pot, you don’t send him an inspector20 from the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Vegetables to see he waters it properly. If you give your friend a box of cigars, you don’t make him write a monthly report of how many he smokes a day. Can’t you be a little generous with your generosity21? Why don’t you use your money to make free men instead of to make slaves? Why don’t you give your tenants22 their land and have done with it, or let ’em[180] have it very cheap?’ And he’s done it; he’s really done it. He’s created hundreds of small proprietors23, and changed the whole of this countryside. That’s why I want you to come up and see one of the small farms.”
“Yes,” said Colonel Crane, “I should like to see the farm.”
“There’s a lot of fuss about it, too; there’s the devil of a row,” went on the young man, in very high spirits. “Lots of big combines and things are trying to crush the small farmers with all sorts of tricks; they even complain of interference by an American. You can imagine how much Rosenbaum Low and Goldstein and Guggenheimer must be distressed26 by the notion of a foreigner interfering27 in England. I want to know how a foreigner could interfere25 less than by giving back their land to the English people and clearing out. They all put it on to me; and right they are. I regard Oates as my property; my convert; captive of my bow and spear.”
“Captive of your Long Bow, I imagine,” said the Colonel. “I bet you told him a good many things that nobody but a shrewd business man would have been innocent enough to believe.”
“If I use the Long Bow,” replied Pierce with dignity, “it is a weapon with heroic memories proper to a yeoman of England. With what more fitting weapon could we try to establish a yeomanry?”
[181]“There is something over there,” said Crane quietly, “that looks to me rather like another sort of weapon.”
They had by this time come in full sight of the farm buildings which crowned the long slope; and beyond a kitchen-garden and an orchard28 rose a thatched roof with a row of old-fashioned lattice windows under it; the window at the end standing29 open. And out of this window at the edge of the block of building protruded30 a big black object, rigid31 and apparently32 cylindrical33, thrust out above the garden and dark against the morning daylight.
“A gun!” cried Pierce involuntarily; “looks just like a howitzer; or is it an anti-aircraft gun?”
“Anti-airman gun, no doubt,” said Crane; “they heard you were coming down and took precautions.”
“But what the devil can he want with a gun?” muttered Pierce, peering at the dark outline.
“And who the devil is he, if it comes to that?” said the Colonel.
“Why, that window,” explained Pierce. “That’s the window of the room they’ve let to a paying guest, I know. Man of the name of Green, I understand; rather a recluse34, and I suppose some sort of crank.”
“Not an anti-armament crank, anyhow,” said the Colonel.
“By George,” said Pierce, whistling softly, “I wonder whether things really have moved faster[182] than we could fancy! I wonder whether it’s a revolution or a civil war beginning after all. I suppose we are an army ourselves; I represent the Air Force and you represent the infantry35.”
“You represent the infants,” answered the Colonel. “You’re too young for this world; you and your revolutions! As a matter of fact, it isn’t a gun, though it does look rather like one. I see now what it is.”
“And what in the world is it?” asked his friend.
“It’s a telescope,” said Crane. “One of those very big telescopes they usually have in observatories36.”
“Couldn’t be partly a gun and partly a telescope?” pleaded Pierce, reluctant to abandon his first fancy. “I’ve often seen the phrase ‘shooting stars,’ but perhaps I’ve got the grammar and sense of it wrong. The young man lodging37 with the farmer may be following one of the local sports—the local substitute for duck-shooting!”
“Hope their lodger isn’t shooting the moon,” said the flippant Crane.
As they spoke40 there came towards them through the green and twinkling twilight41 of the orchard a young woman with copper-coloured hair and a square and rather striking face, whom Pierce saluted[183] respectfully as the daughter of the house. He was very punctilious43 upon the point that these new peasant farmers must be treated like small squires44 and not like tenants or serfs.
“I see your friend Mr. Green has got his telescope out,” he said.
“Yes, sir,” said the girl. “They say Mr. Green is a great astronomer45.”
“I doubt if you ought to call me ‘sir,’” said Pierce reflectively. “It suggests rather the forgotten feudalism than the new equality. Perhaps you might oblige me by saying ‘Yes, citizen,’ then we could continue our talk about Citizen Green on an equal footing. By the way, pardon me, let me present Citizen Crane.”
Citizen Crane bowed politely to the young woman without any apparent enthusiasm for his new title; but Pierce went on:
“Rather rum to call ourselves citizens when we’re all so glad to be out of the city. We really want some term suitable to rural equality. The Socialists46 have spoilt ‘Comrade’; you can’t be a comrade without a Liberty tie and a pointed beard. Morris had a good notion of one man calling another Neighbour. That sounds a little more rustic47. I suppose,” he added wistfully to the girl, “I suppose, I could not induce you to call me Gaffer?”
“Unless I’m mistaken,” observed Crane, “that’s your astronomer wandering about in the garden.[184] Think’s he’s a botanist48, perhaps. Appropriate to the name of Green.”
“Oh, he often wanders in the garden and down to the meadow and the cowsheds,” said the young woman. “He talks to himself a good deal, explaining a great theory he’s got. He explains it to everybody he meets, too. Sometimes he explains it to me when I’m milking the cow.”
“Perhaps you can explain it to us?” said Pierce.
“Not so bad as that,” she said, laughing. “It’s something like that Fourth Dimension they talk about. But I’ve no doubt he’ll explain it to you if you meet him.”
“Not for me,” said Pierce. “I’m a simple peasant proprietor24 and ask nothing but Three Dimensions and a Cow.”
“Cow’s the Fourth Dimension, I suppose,” said Crane.
“I must go and attend to the Fourth Dimension,” she said with a smile.
“Peasants all live by patchwork49, running two or three side-shows,” observed Pierce. “Curious sort of livestock50 on the farm. Think of people living on a cow and chickens and an astronomer.”
As he spoke the astronomer approached along the path by which the girl had just passed. His eyes were covered with huge horn spectacles of a dim blue colour; for he was warned to save his eyesight for his starry51 vigils. This gave a misleading[185] look of morbidity52 to a face that was naturally frank and healthy; and the figure, though stooping, was stalwart. He was very absent-minded. Every now and then he looked at the ground and frowned as if he did not like it.
Oliver Green was a very young professor, but a very old young man. He had passed from science as the hobby of a schoolboy to science as the ambition of a middle-aged53 man without any intermediate holiday of youth. Moreover, his monomania had been fixed54 and frozen by success; at least by a considerable success for a man of his years. He was already a fellow of the chief learned societies connected with his subject, when there grew up in his mind the grand, universal, all-sufficing Theory which had come to fill the whole of his life as the daylight fills the day. If we attempted the exposition of that theory here, it is doubtful whether the result would resemble daylight. Professor Green was always ready to prove it; but if we were to set out the proof in this place, the next four or five pages would be covered with closely printed columns of figures brightened here and there by geometrical designs, such as seldom form part of the text of a romantic story. Suffice it to say that the theory had something to do with Relativity and the reversal of the relations between the stationary55 and the moving object. Pierce, the aviator56, who had passed much of his time on moving objects not[186] without the occasional anticipation57 of bumping into stationary objects, talked to Green a little on the subject. Being interested in scientific aviation, he was nearer to the abstract sciences than were his friends, Crane with his hobby of folklore58 or Hood59 with his love of classic literature or Wilding White with his reading of the mystics. But the young aviator frankly60 admitted that Professor Green soared high into the heavens of the Higher Mathematics, far beyond the flight of his little aeroplane.
The professor had begun, as he always began, by saying that it was quite easy to explain; which was doubtless true, as he was always explaining it. But he often ended by affirming fallaciously that it was quite easy to understand, and it would be an exaggeration to say that it was always understood. Anyhow, he was just about to read his great paper on his great theory at the great Astronomical61 Congress that was to be held that year at Bath; which was one reason why he had pitched his astronomical camp, or emplaced his astronomical gun, in the house of Farmer Dale on the hills of Somerset. Mr. Enoch Oates could not but feel the lingering hesitation62 of the landlord when he heard that his protégés the Dales were about to admit an unknown stranger into their household. But Pierce sternly reminded him that this paternal63 attitude was a thing of the past and that a free peasant was free to let lodging to a homicidal maniac64 if he liked. Nevertheless,[187] Pierce was rather relieved to find the maniac was only an astronomer; but it would have been all the same if he had been an astrologer. Before coming to the farm, the astronomer had set up his telescope in much dingier65 places—in lodgings66 in Bloomsbury and the grimy buildings of a Midland University. He thought he was, and to a great extent he was, indifferent to his surroundings. But for all that the air and colour of those country surroundings were slowly and strangely sinking into him.
“The idea is simplicity67 itself,” he said earnestly, when Pierce rallied him about the theory. “It is only the proof that is, of course, a trifle technical. Put in a very crude and popular shape, it depends on the mathematical formula for the inversion68 of the sphere.”
“What we call turning the world upside-down,” said Pierce. “I’m all in favour of it.”
“Everyone knows the idea of relativity applied69 to motion,” went on the professor. “When you run out of a village in a motor-car, you might say that the village runs away from you.”
“The village does run away when Pierce is out motoring,” remarked Crane. “Anyhow, the villagers do. But he generally prefers to frighten them with an aeroplane.”
“Indeed?” said the astronomer with some interest. “An aeroplane would make an even better working[188] model. Compare the movement of an aeroplane with what we call merely for convenience the fixity of the fixed stars.”
“I dare say they got a bit unfixed when Pierce bumped into them,” said the Colonel.
Professor Green sighed in a sad but patient spirit. He could not help being a little disappointed even with the most intelligent outsiders with whom he conversed70. Their remarks were pointed but hardly to the point. He felt more and more that he really preferred those who made no remarks. The flowers and the trees made no remarks; they stood in rows and allowed him to lecture to them for hours on the fallacies of accepted astronomy. The cow made no remarks. The girl who milked the cow made no remarks; or, if she did, they were pleasant and kindly71 remarks, not intended to be clever. He drifted, as he had done many times before, in the direction of the cow.
The young woman who milked the cow was not in the common connotation what is meant by milkmaid. Margery Dale was the daughter of a substantial farmer already respected in that county. She had been to school and learnt various polite things before she came back to the farm and continued to do the thousand things that she could have taught the schoolmasters. And something of this proportion or disproportion of knowledge was dawning on Professor Green, as he stood staring at the[189] cow and talking, often in a sort of soliloquy. For he had a rather similar sensation of a great many other things growing up thickly like a jungle round his own particular being; impressions and implications from all the girl’s easy actions and varied72 avocations73. Perhaps he began to have a dim suspicion that he was the schoolmaster who was being taught.
The earth and the sky were already beginning to be enriched with evening; the blue was already almost a glow like apple-green behind the line of branching apple trees; against it the bulk of the farm stood in a darker outline, and for the first time he realized something quaint74 or queer added to that outline by his own big telescope stuck up like a gun pointed at the moon. Somehow it looked, he could not tell why, like the beginning of a story. The hollyhocks also looked incredibly tall. To see what he would have called “flowers” so tall as that seemed like seeing a daisy or a dandelion as large as a lamp-post. He was positive there was nothing exactly like it in Bloomsbury. These tall flowers also looked like the beginning of a story—the story of Jack75 and the Beanstalk. Though he knew little enough of what influences were slowly sinking into him, he felt something apt in the last memory. Whatever was moving within him was something very far back, something that came before reading and writing. He had some dream, as from a previous[190] life, of dark streaks76 of field under stormy clouds of summer and the sense that the flowers to be found there were things like gems77. He was in that country home that every cockney child feels he has always had and never visited.
“I do hope it will be a success,” said the girl; “but I rather thought you were always thinking about it.”
“Well, I was—generally,” he said in a rather dazed fashion; and indeed it was probably the first time that he had ever found himself fully42 conscious of not thinking about it. Of what he was thinking about he was by no means fully conscious.
“I suppose you have to be awfully79 clever even to understand it,” observed Margery Dale conversationally80.
“I don’t know,” he said, slightly stirred to the defensive81. “I’m sure I could make you see—I don’t mean you aren’t clever, of course; I mean I’m quite sure you’re clever enough to see—to see anything.”
“Only some sorts of things, I’m afraid,” she said, smiling. “I’m sure your theory has got nothing to do with cows and milking-stools.”
“It’s got to do with anything,” he said eagerly; “with everything, in fact. It would be just as easy to prove it from stools and cows as anything else.[191] It’s really quite simple. Reversing the usual mathematical formula, it’s possible to reach the same results in reality by treating motion as a fixed point and stability as a form of motion. You were told that the earth goes round the sun and the moon goes round the earth. Well, in my formula, we first treat it as if the sun went round the earth——”
She looked up radiantly. “I always thought it looked like that,” she said emphatically.
“And you will, of course, see for yourself,” he continued triumphantly, “that by the same logical inversion we must suppose the earth to be going round the moon.”
The radiant face showed a shadow of doubt and she said “Oh!”
“But any of the things you mention, the milking-stool or the cow or what not, would serve the same purpose, since they are objects generally regarded as stationary.”
He looked up vaguely82 at the moon which was steadily83 brightening as vast shadows spread over the sky.
“Well, take those things you talk of,” he went on, moved by a meaningless unrest and tremor84. “You see the moon rise behind the woods over there and sweep in a great curve through the sky and seem to set again beyond the hill. But it would be just as easy to preserve the same mathematical relations[192] by regarding the moon as the centre of the circle and the curve described by some such object as the cow——”
She threw her head back and looked at him, with eyes blazing with laughter that was not in any way mockery, but a childish delight at the crowning coincidence of a fairy-tale.
“Splendid!” she cried. “So the cow really does jump over the moon!”
Green put up his hand to his hair; and after a short silence said suddenly, like a man recalling a recondite85 Greek quotation86:
“Why, I’ve heard that somewhere. There was something else—‘The little dog laughed——’”
Then something happened, which was in the world of ideas much more dramatic than the fact that the little dog laughed. The professor of astronomy laughed. If the world of things had corresponded to the world of ideas, the leaves of the apple tree might have curled up in fear or the birds dropped out of the sky. It was rather as if the cow had laughed.
Following on that curt87 and uncouth88 noise was a silence; and then the hand he had raised to his head abruptly rent off his big blue spectacles and showed his staring blue eyes. He looked boyish and even babyish.
“I wondered whether you always wore them,” she said. “I should think they made that moon of yours look blue. Isn’t there a proverb or something[193] about a thing happening once in a blue moon?”
“Good gracious,” she exclaimed, “you seem to have taken quite a dislike to them all of a sudden. I thought you were going to wear them till—well, till all is blue, as they say.”
He shook his head. “All is beautiful,” he said. “You are beautiful.”
The young woman was normally very lucid90 and decisive in dealing91 with gentlemen who made remarks of that kind, especially when she concluded that the gentlemen were not gentlemen. But for some reason in this case it never occurred to her that she needed defence; possibly because the other party seemed more defenceless than indefensible. She said nothing. But the other party said a great deal, and his remarks did not grow more rational. At that moment, far away in their inn-parlour in the neighbouring town, Hood and Crane and the fellowship of the Long Bow were actually discussing with considerable interest the meaning and possibilities of the new astronomical theory. In Bath the lecture-hall was being prepared for the exposition of the theory. The theorist had forgotten all about it.
“I have been thinking a good deal,” Hilary Pierce was saying, “about that astronomical fellow who is going to lecture in Bath to-night. It seemed to me somehow that he was a kindred spirit and that[194] sooner or later we were bound to get mixed up with him—or he was bound to get mixed up with us. I don’t say it’s always very comfortable to get mixed up with us. I feel in my bones that there is going to be a big row soon. I feel as if I’d consulted an astrologer; as if Green were the Merlin of our Round Table. Anyhow, the astrologer has an interesting astronomical theory.”
“Why?” inquired Wilding White with some surprise. “What have you got to do with his theory?”
“Because,” answered the young man, “I understand his astronomical theory a good deal better than he thinks I do. And, let me tell you, his astronomical theory is an astronomical allegory.”
“An allegory?” repeated Crane. “What of?”
“An allegory of us,” said Pierce; “and, as with many an allegory, we’ve acted it without knowing it. I realized something about our history, when he was talking, that I don’t think I’d ever thought of before.”
“What in the world are you talking about?” demanded the Colonel.
“His theory,” said Pierce in a meditative92 manner, “has got something to do with moving objects being really stationary, and stationary objects being really moving. Well, you always talk of me as if I were a moving object.”
[195]“I mean,” continued Pierce calmly, “that you talk of me as if I were always motoring too fast or flying too far. And what you say of me is pretty much what most people say of you. Most sane94 people think we all go a jolly lot too far. They think we’re a lot of lunatics out-running the constable95 or looping the loop, and always up to some new nonsense. But when you come to think of it, it’s we who always stay where we are, and the rest of the world that’s always moving and shifting and changing.”
“Yes,” said Owen Hood; “I begin to have some dim idea of what you are talking about.”
“In all our little adventures,” went on the other, “we have all of us taken up some definite position and stuck to it, however difficult it might be; that was the whole fun of it. But our critics did not stick to their own position—not even to their own conventional or conservative position. In each one of the stories it was they who were fickle96, and we who were fixed. When the Colonel said he would eat his hat, he did it; when he found it meant wearing a preposterous97 hat, he wore it. But his neighbours didn’t even stick to their own conviction that the hat was preposterous. Fashion is too fluctuating and sensitive a thing; and before the end, half of them were wondering whether they oughtn’t to have hats of the same sort. In that affair of the Thames factory, Hood admired the old landscape and Hunter admired the old landlords.[196] But Hunter didn’t go on admiring the old landlords; he deserted98 to the new landlords as soon as they got the land. His conservatism was too snobbish99 to conserve100 anything. I wanted to import pigs, and I went on importing pigs, though my methods of smuggling101 might land me to a mad-house. But Enoch Oates, the millionaire, didn’t go on importing pork; he went off at once on some new stunt102, first on the booming of his purses, and afterwards on the admirable stunt of starting English farms. The business mind isn’t steadfast103; even when it can be turned the right way, it’s too easy to turn. And everything has been like that, down to the little botheration about the elephant. The police began to prosecute104 Mr. White, but they soon dropped it when Hood showed them that he had some backing. Don’t you see that’s the moral of the whole thing? The modern world is materialistic105, but it isn’t solid. It isn’t hard or stern or ruthless in pursuit of its purpose, or all the things that the newspapers and novels say it is; and sometimes actually praise it for being. Materialism106 isn’t like stone; it’s like mud, and liquid mud at that.”
“There’s something in what you say,” said Owen Hood, “and I should be inclined to add something to it. On a rough reckoning of the chances in modern England, I should say the situation is something like this. In that dubious107 and wavering atmosphere it is very unlikely there would ever be[197] a revolution, or any very vital reform. But if there were, I believe on my soul that it might be successful. I believe everything else would be too weak and wobbly to stand up against it.”
“I suppose that means,” said the Colonel, “that you’re going to do something silly.”
“Silliest thing I can think of,” replied Pierce cheerfully. “I’m going to an astronomical lecture.”
The degree of silliness involved in the experiment can be most compactly and clearly stated in the newspaper report, at which the friends of the experimentalists found themselves gazing with more than their usual bewilderment on the following morning. The Colonel, sitting at his club with his favourite daily paper spread out before him, was regarding with a grave wonder a paragraph that began with the following head-lines:
“AMAZING SCENE AT SCIENTIFIC CONGRESS
“LECTURER GOES MAD AND ESCAPES
“A scene equally distressing109 and astonishing took place at the third meeting of the Astronomical Society now holding its congress at Bath. Professor Oliver Green, one of the most promising110 of the younger astronomers111, was set down in the syllabus112 to deliver a lecture on ‘Relativity in Relation to Planetary Motion.’ About an hour before the lecture, however, the authorities received a telegram[198] from Professor Green, altering the subject of his address on the ground that he had just discovered a new star, and wished immediately to communicate his discovery to the scientific world. Great excitement and keen anticipation prevailed at the meeting, but these feelings changed to bewilderment as the lecture proceeded. The lecturer announced without hesitation the existence of a new planet attached to one of the fixed stars, but proceeded to describe its geological formation and other features with a fantastic exactitude beyond anything yet obtained by way of the spectrum113 or the telescope. He was understood to say that it produced life in an extravagant114 form, in towering objects which constantly doubled or divided themselves until they ended in flat filaments115, or tongues of a bright green colour. He was proceeding9 to give a still more improbable description of a more mobile but equally monstrous116 form of life, resting on four trunks or columns which swung in rotation117, and terminating in some curious curved appendages118, when a young man in the front row, whose demeanour had shown an increasing levity119, called out abruptly: ‘Why, that’s a cow!’ To this the professor, abandoning abruptly all pretence120 of scientific dignity, replied by shouting in a voice like thunder: ‘Yes, of course it’s a cow; and you fellows would never have noticed a cow, even if she jumped over the moon!’ The unfortunate professor then began to rave108 in the most[199] incoherent manner, throwing his arms about and shouting aloud that he and his fellow-scientists were all a pack of noodles who had never looked at the world they were walking on, which contained the most miraculous121 things. But the latter part of his remarks, which appeared to be an entirely122 irrelevant123 outburst in praise of the beauty of Woman, were interrupted by the Chairman and the officials of the Congress, who called for medical and constabulary interference. No less a person than Sir Horace Hunter, who, although best known as a psycho-physiologist, has taken all knowledge for his province and was present to show his interest in astronomical progress, was able to certify124 on the spot that the unfortunate Green was clearly suffering from dementia, which was immediately corroborated125 by a local doctor, so that the unhappy man might be removed without further scandal.
“At this point, however, a still more extraordinary development took place. The young man in the front row, who had several times interrupted the proceedings with irrelevant remarks, sprang to his feet, and loudly declaring that Professor Green was the only sane man in the Congress, rushed at the group surrounding him, violently hurled126 Sir Horace Hunter from the platform, and with the assistance of a friend and fellow-rioter, managed to recapture the lunatic from the doctors and the police, and[200] carry him outside the building. Those pursuing the fugitives127 found themselves at first confronted with a new mystery, in the form of their complete disappearance128. It has since been discovered that they actually escaped by aeroplane; the young man, whose name is said to be Pierce, being a well-known aviator formerly129 connected with the Flying Corps. The other young man, who assisted him and acted as pilot, has not yet been identified.”
Night closed and the stars stood out over Dale’s Farm; and the telescope pointed at the stars in vain. Its giant lenses had vainly mirrored the moon of which its owner had spoken in so vain a fashion; but its owner did not return. Miss Dale was rather unaccountably troubled by his absence, and mentioned it once or twice; after all, as her family said, it was very natural that he should go to an hotel in Bath for the night, especially if the revels130 of roystering astronomers were long and late. “It’s no affair of ours,” said the farmer’s wife cheerfully. “He is not a child.” But the farmer’s daughter was not quite so sure on the point.
Next morning she rose even earlier than usual and went about her ordinary tasks, which by some accident or other seemed to look more ordinary than usual. In the blank morning hours, it was perhaps natural that her mind should go back to the previous[201] afternoon, when the conduct of the astronomer could by no means be dismissed as ordinary.
“It’s all very well to say he’s not a child,” she said to herself. “I wish I were as certain he’s not an idiot. If he goes to an hotel, they’ll cheat him.”
The more angular and prosaic131 her own surroundings seemed in the daylight, the more doubt she felt about the probable fate of the moonstruck gentleman who looked at a blue moon through his blue spectacles. She wondered whether his family or his friends were generally responsible for his movements; for really he must be a little dotty. She had never heard him talk about his family; and she remembered a good many things he had talked about. She had never even seen him talking to a friend, except once to Captain Pierce, when they talked about astronomy. But the name of Captain Pierce linked itself up rapidly with other and more relevant suggestions. Captain Pierce lived at the Blue Boar on the other side of the down, having been married a year or two before to the daughter of the innkeeper, who was an old friend of the daughter of the farmer. They had been to the same school in the neighbouring provincial132 town, and had once been, as the phrase goes, inseparable. Perhaps friends ought to pass through the phase in which they are inseparable to reach the phase in which they can safely be separated.
“Joan might know something about it,” she said[202] to herself. “At least her husband might know.”
She turned back into the kitchen and began to rout133 things out for breakfast; when she had done everything she could think of doing for a family that had not yet put in an appearance, she went out again into the garden and found herself at the same gate, staring at the steep wooded hill that lay between the farm and the valley of the Blue Boar. She thought of harnessing the pony134; and then went walking rather restlessly along the road over the hill.
On the map it was only a few miles to the Blue Boar; and she was easily capable of walking ten times the distance. But maps, like many other scientific documents, are very inaccurate135. The ridge136 that ran between the two valleys was, relatively137 to that rolling plain, as definite as a range of mountains. The path through the dark wood that lay just beyond the farm began like a lane and then seemed to go up like a ladder. By the time she had scaled it, under its continuous canopy138 of low spreading trees, she had the sensation of having walked for a long time. And when the ascent139 ended with a gap in the trees and a blank space of sky, she looked over the edge like one looking into another world.
Mr. Enoch Oates, in his more expansive moments, had been known to allude140 to what he called God’s[203] Great Prairies. Mr. Rosenbaum Low, having come to London from, or through, Johannesburg, often referred in his imperialistic141 speeches to the “illimitable veldt.” But neither the American prairie nor the African veldt really looks any larger, or could look any larger, than a wide English vale seen from a low English hill. Nothing can be more distant than the distance; the horizon or the line drawn142 by heaven across the vision of man. Nothing is so illimitable as that limit. Within our narrow island there is a whole series of such infinities143; as if the island itself could contain seven seas. As she looked out over that new landscape, the soul seemed to be slaked144 and satisfied with immensity and, by a paradox145, to be filled at last with emptiness. All things seemed not only great but growing in greatness. She could fancy that the tall trees standing up in the sunlight grew taller while she looked at them. The sun was rising and it seemed as if the whole world rose with it. Even the dome146 of heaven seemed to be lifting slowly; as if the very sky were a skirt drawn up and disappearing into the altitudes of light.
The vast hollow below her was coloured as variously as a map in an atlas147. Fields of grass or grain or red earth seemed so far away that they might have been the empires and kingdoms of a world newly created. But she could already see on the brow of a hill above the pine-woods the pale scar[204] of the quarry148 and below it the glittering twist in the river where stood the inn of the Blue Boar. As she drew nearer and nearer to it she could see more and more clearly a green triangular149 field with tiny black dots, which were little black pigs; and another smaller dot, which was a child. Something like a wind behind her or within her, that had driven her over the hills, seemed to sweep all the long lines of that landslide150 of a landscape, so that they pointed to that spot.
As the path dropped to the level and she began to walk by farms and villages, the storm in her mind began to settle and she recovered the reasonable prudence151 with which she had pottered about her own farm. She even felt some responsibility and embarrassment152 about troubling her friend by coming on so vague an errand. But she told herself convincingly enough that after all she was justified153. One would not normally be alarmed about a strayed lodger as if he were a lion escaped from a menagerie. But she had after all very good reason for regarding this lion as rather a fearful wildfowl. His way of talking had been so eccentric that everybody for miles round would have agreed, if they had heard him, that he had a tile loose. She was very glad they had not heard him; but their imaginary opinion fortified154 her own. They had a duty in common humanity; they could not let a poor gentleman of[205] doubtful sanity155 disappear without further inquiry156.
She entered the inn with a firm step and hailed her friend with something of that hearty157 cheerfulness that is so unpopular in the early riser. She was rather younger and by nature rather more exuberant158 than Joan; and Joan had already felt the drag and concentration of children. But Joan had not lost her rather steely sense of humour, and she heard the main facts of her friend’s difficulty with a vigilant159 smile.
“We should rather like to know what has happened,” said the visitor with vague carelessness. “If anything unpleasant had happened, people might even blame us, when we knew he was like that.”
“Like what?” asked Joan smiling.
“Why, a bit off, I suppose we must say,” answered the other. “The things he said to me about cows and trees and having found a new star were really——”
“Well, it’s rather lucky you came to me,” said Joan quietly. “For I don’t believe you’d have found anybody else on the face of the earth who knows exactly where he is now.”
“And where is he?”
[206]“I mean he’s up in the air,” said Joan, “or, what is often much the same thing, he is with my husband. Hilary rescued him when they were just going to nab him, and carried him off in an aeroplane. He says they’d better hide in the clouds for a bit. You know the way he talks; of course, they do come down every now and then when it’s safe.”
“Escaped! Nabbed him! Safe!” ejaculated the other young woman with round eyes. “What in the world does it all mean?”
“Well,” replied her friend, “he seems to have said the same sort of things that he said to you to a whole roomful of scientific men at Bath. And, of course, the scientific men all said he was mad; I suppose that’s what scientific men are for. So they were just going to take him away to an asylum162, when Hilary——”
The farmer’s daughter rose in a glory of rage that might have seemed to lift the roof, as the great sunrise had seemed to lift the sky.
“Take him away!” she cried. “How dare they talk about such things? How dare they say he is mad? It’s they who must be mad to say such stuff! Why, he’s got more brains in his boots than they have in all their silly old bald heads knocked together—and I’d like to knock ’em together! Why, they’d all smash like egg-shells, and he’s got a head like cast-iron. Don’t you know he’s beaten all the old duffers at their own business, of stars and[207] things? I expect they’re all jealous; it’s just what I should have expected of them.”
The fact that she was entirely unacquainted with the names, and possibly the existence, of these natural philosophers did not arrest the vigorous word-painting with which she completed their portraits. “Nasty spiteful old men with whiskers,” she said, “all bunched together like so many spiders and weaving dirty cobwebs to catch their betters; of course, it’s all a conspiracy163. Just because they’re all mad and hate anybody who’s quite sane.”
“So you think he’s quite sane?” asked her hostess gravely.
“Sane? What do you mean? Of course he’s quite sane,” retorted Margery Dale.
With a mountainous magnanimity Joan was silent. Then after a pause she said:
“Well, Hilary has taken his case in hand and your friend’s safe for the present; Hilary generally brings things off, however queer they sound. And I don’t mind telling you in confidence that he’s bringing that and a good many other things off, rather big things, just now. You can’t keep him from fighting whatever you do; and he seems to be out just now to fight everybody. So I shouldn’t wonder if you saw all your old gentleman’s heads knocked together after all. There are rather big preparations going on; that friend of his named Blair is for ever going and coming with his balloons[208] and things; and I believe something will happen soon on a pretty large scale, perhaps all over England.”
“Will it?” asked Miss Dale in an absent-minded manner (for she was sadly deficient164 in civic165 and political sense). “Is that your Tommy out there?”
And they talked about the child and then about a hundred entirely trivial things; for they understood each other perfectly166.
And if there are still things the reader fails to understand, if (as seems almost incredible) there are things that he wishes to understand, then it can only be at the heavy price of studying the story of the Unprecedented167 Architecture of Commander Blair; and with that, it is comforting to know, the story of all these things will be drawing near its explanation and its end.
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