"Well then--all the same?"
"Nothing," said Alice abruptly, and pa.s.sed swiftly into the church, where further speaking was out of the question, much to her relief.
What she had meant to say and did not say was concerned with an uncomfortable under-current of thought regarding her father"s surprising att.i.tude. Owing to the relationship between them it was difficult to judge him impartially; yet Alice wished to do so, if only to satisfy her own conscience. Remembering the man"s lifelong indifference and coldness and utter want of consideration, the girl left that this aggressive amiability was a.s.sumed for some purpose. What that purpose might be she could not conjecture, unless it had to do with the recovery of the fortune which she now knew he had not lost with equanimity. But even if the marriage with Douglas took place, it was hard to see how her father hoped to benefit, and she knew from experience that he did not hold with altruism. Filial sentiment made her strive to please him on the forced a.s.sumption that in spite of appearance he really did love her. But somehow she could not convince herself that such was the case. He was acting the affectionate father as she was acting the affectionate daughter, yet she did not think that he believed in her any more than she believed in him. It was all very difficult and very disagreeable.
It was useless to discuss the matter with Montrose, and for this reason she had ended their conversation by entering the church. The young man and her father had become excellent friends, and he would never believe that Enistor was anything but what he presented himself to be. In fact, Douglas had told her very plainly that she had misjudged her father, and her own surface-thoughts implying that such was the case inflicted a pang. But intuition scouted the idea of misjudgment. As one human being adjusting herself to another human being she knew how to act, but as a child striving to understand her parent she was quite bewildered.
Finally, she decided that the only thing to be done was to accept the situation as her father wished it to be accepted, if only for the sake of peace and quietness. The Squire was willing to permit the marriage, and was doing his best to be agreeable to his future son-in-law. Nothing else mattered for the moment. Having arrived at this sensible conclusion, Alice compelled herself to attend to the service.
It was by no means an interesting one, as there was a want of warmth and colour about it which reduced the whole to a monotonous repet.i.tion of fine phrases. The vicar was a thoroughly good man, earnest and self-sacrificing, but with so moral a temperament that he entirely failed to understand sinners. And not understanding them he was unable to give them that sympathetic help which a practical experience of temptation teaches. He would scold a wrong-doer with great anger--box his ears so to speak--not because he was a bad-tempered man, but for the simple reason that he could not see the sin from the wrong-doer"s point of view. As Mr. Sparrow said again and again, he did not want to run away with his neighbour"s wife; he did not desire to drink too much, or to cheat, or to swear, so why--he asked plaintively--should his parishioners desire to do such uninviting things? By this inborn obtuseness he missed his aim, as he invariably attempted to bully ignorant wrong into becoming enlightened right without necessary explanations. Naturally those he genuinely tried to help resented a process which robbed them of their self-respect, and which gave them no logical reason for doing other than their crude desires bade them.
Therefore while some remained members of the church, and accepted ecclesiastical scoldings stolidly as part of the burdens of life which they were called upon to bear because they could not help the bearing, others took refuge in the beer-shops and rejected all authority. Also, there were a few who joined Nonconformist sects of the democratic type, where the congregation controlled the preacher, and turned him out if his views were unsatisfactory to their narrow understandings. The result of these things was chaos, and Mr. Sparrow lamented that he had to deal with such stiff-necked people. Yet had he been able to explain reasonably what he taught, and had he possessed the tact to coax instead of bullying, he would soon have reduced the whole parish to order.
As a matter of fact in one way the vicar was better than his religion: not that his religion was not true and helpful, but because he knew it only externally, and taught by the letter rather than by the spirit. In the first lesson he read about the angry and jealous G.o.d of the Jews, and in the second declared the everlasting Love of the Father, Who sent His beloved Son to suffer for His children. Naturally the congregation could not understand such a contradiction, and Mr. Sparrow did not explain, because he did not understand himself. Therefore on Sundays he was rather a failure, while on week-days he was highly successful. The fishermen and their wives could comprehend a parson who helped them in their small needs and talked kindly to them, and shared their joys as well as their sorrows. But what they could not comprehend was the priest who tried to bully them into seeking a vague state of existence, which to them appeared to be vapour and moonshine. They wanted proofs, or at least reason, and they got neither.
In his sermons Mr. Sparrow told those who listened drowsily that if they were black with sin, they would go to h.e.l.l: if they kept innocently white, they would arrive in a dreamland heaven: but he made no provision for the grey people. And as the majority of the congregation, if not the whole, belonged to the third category, being neither particularly good nor particularly sinful, the alternatives did not interest them much. Those in church adopted various att.i.tudes, said certain words, sang certain tunes, and went through a set ceremony, with a vague idea that it was all necessary somehow to arrange matters for a vague future.
When Montrose came out he commented on their orderly behaviour, and utter ignorance of what it all meant.
"Though of course," he added truthfully, "there were some who understood more than the rest. Still, what a clockwork ceremony!"
"Oh, but, Douglas, the liturgy of the Church of England is very beautiful."
"The most beautiful the mind of man can conceive," he admitted readily.
"What can be more glorious than the Litany, which includes all possible pet.i.tions that mortals can offer. Said understandingly nothing can be more helpful."
"Mr. Sparrow read it beautifully, and the responses were made correctly."
"Oh yes! But I missed the living spirit. It was all words, repeated parrot-fashion by the majority--I don"t say all--of those present."
"But what can the vicar do, Douglas? You know how dull the people are?"
"They are children, more or less stupid," said Montrose with conviction, "and can grasp very little. Since Mr. Sparrow teaches them to love G.o.d and love their neighbour, he is doing all that he can do. But he could colour the greyness of his sermon: he could speak in parables as the Master did. Then he would arrest their attention, and some ideas, if put picturesquely, would stick in their minds. A man will forget a series of admonitions if stated baldly: he will certainly remember some if connected with a story."
"Perhaps," said Alice doubtfully. "But Mr. Sparrow is a really good man."
"Isn"t that rather irrelevant?" observed the young man dryly. "I quite admit that he is a good man. It is not his fault that the Church has lost her esoteric knowledge, which was reserved for the intellectual, who wished to believe with the head as well as with the heart. But he is only a sample of many parsons. His intentions are of the best, but he does not speak with conviction to my mind."
"He is a true believer," urged the girl, rather distressed.
"I am sure he is everything that is genuine and kind," replied her lover, a trifle impatiently. "But he lacks that wisdom which comes from logical reasoning on the things he discourses about."
"But can religion be proved logically?"
"Certainly; but only when one knows the esoteric teaching which the Church had, but which the Church has lost. Eberstein has taught much of it to me during the last three years, and there are few questions connected with religion and the Bible which I cannot answer in at least a reasonable way. Go to Mr. Sparrow and he will a.s.sure you that half the questions you ask are a mystery into which you must not pry. What is the result, Alice?"
"I"m sure I can"t say," she answered good-humouredly.
"The result is," continued Montrose, growing more vehement, "that whenever a man begins to think, he leaves the Church from sheer inability to gain the information which is needed to reconcile what is taught with common sense. Only the people who don"t think, who are Christians because they happen to have been brought up Christians, remain in the Church, and accept emotionally and blindly whatever is told them on ecclesiastical authority. That, when examined, is no authority at all to the thinking man."
"And the inner teaching?"
"It gives a perfectly reasonable and logical explanation which proves that the exoteric teaching is true. I believe all that the Church sets forth save the one word "eternal" before the one word "h.e.l.l." But then I know why I believe and can defend my belief in a most positive manner, so that any man with common sense must admit the logic of my arguments.
Think if the parsons knew of this teaching, and gave it out, how the churches would be thronged. People are not irreligious nowadays. There never was a time when men and women wished to know about the truth more anxiously than they do to-day. But they go to those in authority and are given a stone in place of bread."
"Why will not the parsons take this teaching?"
"I cannot say. It changes nothing they teach outwardly, save the horrible doctrine of eternal punishment, and gives back to all in a rational and convincing way the faith they are gradually losing. Yet the Church goes on blindly repeating the same things Sunday after Sunday, until they have lost their force. The inner teaching would revive that force, if accepted, and the Church would be able to fulfil her true mission, which is to lead civilisation. As it is, her children will not stay with her. Pain is forcing the most advanced souls to try and understand the problems of existence, and this understanding the esoteric teaching gives, as I have proved myself. But the Church should be the teacher: not pain, which comes from ignorance."
"But these fishermen and women would only be bewildered if they sought to understand the problems of life in the way you do."
"Of course: because I am at a higher point of evolution. But what they are I was, and only pain drove me to acquire further knowledge, as pain will drive them in future lives. What Mr. Sparrow teaches them is all right: they are satisfied with bread and do not desire cake. But what I maintain is that the vicar should know more, and then he could do more good with his simple instruction by luring them on to think D E F as well as A B C. However, he is a good man and does his best according to his lights, and that is well. I daresay he is an interesting man when he talks archaeology, because that is his hobby and he is sincere."
"Oh, Douglas, I am sure Mr. Sparrow"s religion is sincere."
"I am sure it is," a.s.sented Montrose quickly. "But his understanding is so limited that he is unable to make religion interesting. And believe me, Alice, that since I met Eberstein and learned what religion really is, I find it the most interesting thing in the world. I know little as yet, as I learn but slowly. Still I am beginning to grasp the great scheme of the present creation, and it is so glorious and beautiful that I shall never rest until I understand it sufficiently to take a conscious part in it, and do the work appointed to me as Douglas Montrose."
Alice was silent. What her lover said was beyond her understanding, as, save some discussions with the limited Mr. Sparrow, she had never talked about such great subjects. Her father never spoke of religion and never went to church, so she really only knew what the vicar could teach her.
So far as that went all was well, but she sometimes yearned for a fuller comprehension of creation and for reasonable explanations of life"s riddles. From what Montrose had said it seemed likely that he could teach her what she wished to know, and that Eberstein, to whom he had referred, could teach her more when the time came. Her face glowed at the idea and she felt anxious to be instructed at once. But by this time they had wandered down the path to the beach, below the black cliffs, and her lover was talking of other things. She therefore left theology alone for lighter conversation, and approved of Montrose"s appreciation of the beauty which clothed sea and land.
"What a lovely place, Alice. I am sure the fairies dance on these yellow sands in the moonlight."
"Of course they do," said Alice, now talking on a subject about which she knew a great deal. "Fairies really exist, you know. Senor Narvaez calls them Nature-spirits. He showed me some one day."
Montrose turned on her in surprise. "Are you clairvoyant?"
"Yes! Senor Narvaez says so!"
"And does he know anything about clairvoyance?"
"A great deal. So does my father. They both take an interest in such things, you see, and study them."
"And you?"
"Oh, I know very little, save what information Don Pablo has given me.
He says that my clairvoyant faculty must be trained before it can be of any use."
"True enough. Eberstein told me also that clairvoyance must be trained.
But is Senor Narvaez the man to train it?"
"He knows much about the unseen, Douglas."
"I should not be surprised to learn that what he does know is of the worst, Alice," said Douglas dryly. "There is something evil about that man. I have only met him twice and each time I was uncomfortable in his presence. He is like a snake, a toad--a--a--oh, any noxious animal. And to think that he wanted to marry you. I never heard of such insolence."
"He means well," said Alice soothingly.
"I doubt it. Anything he means is to his own advantage. I shouldn"t be at all surprised to learn that he was a Brother of the Shadow, since he knows about unseen things."
"A Brother of the Shadow?"
"So Eberstein tells me Black Magicians are called."