Concerning what he had told her about his personal relations with Colonel Arran she had remained silent-was too unhappy and astonished to reply. Thinking of it later, it recalled to her mind Celia"s studied avoidance of any topic in which Colonel Arran figured. She did not make any mental connection between Celia"s dislike for the man and Berkley"s-the coincidence merely made her doubly unhappy.
And, one afternoon when Letty was on duty and she and Celia were busy with their mending in Celia"s room, she thought about Berkley"s letter and his enmity, and remembered Celia"s silent aversion at the same moment.
"Celia," she said, looking up, "would you mind telling me what it is that you dislike about my old and very dear friend, Colonel Arran?"
Celia continued her needlework for a few moments. Then, without raising her eyes, she said placidly:
"You have asked me that befo", Honey-bird."
"Yes, dear... . You know it is not impertinent curiosity--"
"I know what it is, Honey-bee. But you can not he"p this gentleman and myse"f to any ground of common understanding."
"I am so sorry," sighed Ailsa, resting her folded hands on her work and gazing through the open window.
Celia continued to sew without glancing up. Presently she said:
"I reckon I"ll have to tell you something about Colonel Arran after all. I"ve meant to for some time past. Because-because my silence condemns him utterly; and that is not altogether just." She bent lower over her work; her needle travelled more slowly as she went on speaking:
"In my country, when a gentleman considers himse"f aggrieved, he asks fo" that satisfaction which is due to a man of his quality... . But Colonel Arran did not ask. And when it was offered, he refused." Her lips curled. "He cited the Law," she said with infinite contempt.
"But Colonel Arran is not a Southerner," observed Ailsa quietly.
"You know how all Northerners feel--"
"It happened befo" you were born, Honey-bud. Even the No"th recognised the code then."
"Is that why you dislike Colonel Arran? Because he refused to challenge or be challenged when the law of the land forbade private murder?"
Celia"s cheeks flushed deeply; she tightened her lips; then:
"The law is not made fo" those in whom the higher law is inherent," she said calmly. "It is made fo" po" whites and negroes."
"Celia!"
"It is true, Honey-bird. When a gentleman breaks the law that makes him one, it is time fo" him to appeal to the lower law. And Colonel Arran did so."
"What was his grievance?"
"A deep one, I reckon. He had the right on his side-and his own law to defend it, and he refused. And the consequences were ve"y dreadful."
"To-him?"
"To us all... . His punishment was certain."
"Was he punished?"
"Yes. Then, in his turn, he punished-terribly. But not as a gentleman should. Fo" in that code which gove"ns us, no man can raise his hand against a woman. He must endure all things; he may not defend himse"f at any woman"s expense; he may not demand justice at the expense of any woman. It is the privilege of his caste to endure with dignity what cannot be remedied or revenged except through the destruction of a woman... . And Colonel Arran invoked the lower law; and the justice that was done him destroyed-a woman."
She looked up steadily into Ailsa"s eyes.
"She was only a young girl, Honey-bud-too young to marry anybody, too inexperienced to know her own heart until it was too late.
"And Colonel Arran came; and he was ve"y splendid, and handsome, and impressive in his cold, heavy dignity, and ve"y certain that the child must marry him-so certain that she woke up one day and found that she had done it. And learned that she did not love him.
"There was a boy cousin. He was reckless, I reckon; and she was ve"y unhappy; and one night he found her crying in the garden; and there was a ve"y painful scene, and she let him kiss the hem of her petticoat on his promise to go away fo" ever. And-Colonel Arran caught him on his knees, with the lace to his lips-and the child wife crying... . He neither asked nor accepted satisfaction; he threatened the-law! And that settled him with her, I reckon, and she demanded her freedom, and he refused, and she took it.
"Then she did a ve"y childish thing; she married the boy-or supposed she did--"
Celia"s violet eyes grew dark with wrath:
"And Colonel Arran went into co"t with his lawyers and his witnesses and had the divorce set aside-and publicly made this silly child her lover"s mistress, and their child nameless! That was the justice that the law rendered Colonel Arran. And now you know why I hate him-and shall always hate and despise him."
Ailsa"s head was all awhirl; lips parted, she stared at Celia in stunned silence, making as yet no effort to reconcile the memory of the man she knew with this cold, merciless, pa.s.sionless portrait.
Nor did the suspicion occur to her that there could be the slightest connection between her sister-in-law"s contempt for Colonel Arran and Berkley"s implacable enmity.
All the while, too, her clearer sense of right and justice cried out in dumb protest against the injury done to the man who had been her friend, and her parents" friend-kind, considerate, loyal, impartially just in all his dealings with her and with the world, as far as she had ever known.
From Celia"s own showing the abstract right and justice of the matter had been on his side; no sane civilisation could tolerate the code that Celia cited. The day of private vengeance was over; the era of duelling was past in the North-was pa.s.sing in the South. And, knowing Colonel Arran, she knew also that twenty odd years ago his refusal to challenge had required a higher form of courage than to face the fire of a foolish boy"s pistol.
And now, collecting her disordered thoughts, she began to understand what part emotion and impulse had played in the painful drama-how youthful ignorance and false sentiment had combined to invest a silly but accidental situation with all the superficial dignity of tragedy.
What must it have meant to Colonel Arran, to this quiet, slow, respectable man of the world, to find his girl wife crying in the moonlight, and a hot-headed boy down on his knees, mumbling the lace edge of her skirts?
What must it have meant to him-for the chances were that he had not spoken the first word-to be confronted by an excited, love-smitten, reckless boy, and have a challenge flung in his face before he had uttered a word.
No doubt his calm reply was to warn the boy to mind his business under penalty of law. No doubt the exasperated youth defied him-insulted him-declared his love-carried the other child off her feet with the exaggerated emotion and heroics. And, once off their feet, she saw how the tide had swept them together-swept them irrevocably beyond reason and recall.
Ailsa rose and stood by the open window, looking out across the hills; but her thoughts were centred on Colonel Arran"s tragedy, and the tragedy of those two hot-headed children whom his punishment had out-lawed.
Doubtless his girl wife had told him how the boy had come to be there, and that she had banished him; but the clash between maturity and adolescence is always inevitable; the misunderstanding between ripe experience and Northern logic, and emotional inexperience and Southern impulse was certain to end in disaster.
Ailsa considered; and she knew that now her brief for Colonel Arran was finished, for beyond the abstract right she had no sympathy with the punishment he had dealt out, even though his conscience and civilisation and the law of the land demanded the punishment of these erring" ones.
No, the punishment seemed too deeply tainted with vengeance for her to tolerate.
A deep unhappy sigh escaped her. She turned mechanically, seated herself, and resumed her sewing.
"I suppose I ought to be asleep," she said. "I am on duty to-night, and they"ve brought in so many patients from the new regiments."
Celia bent and bit off her thread, then pa.s.sing the needle into the hem, laid her work aside.
"Honey-bud," she said, "you are ve"y tired. If you"ll undress I"ll give you a hot bath and rub you and brush your hair."
"Oh, Celia, will you? I"d feel so much better." She gave a dainty little shudder and made a wry face, adding:
"I"ve had so many dirty, sick men to cleanse-oh, incredibly dirty and horrid!-poor boys-it doesn"t seem to be their fault, either; and they are so ashamed and so utterly miserable when I am obliged to know about the horror of their condition... . Dear, it will be angelic of you to give me a good, hot scrubbing. I could go to sleep if you would."
"Of co"se I will," said Celia simply. And, when Ailsa was ready to call her in she lifted the jugs of water which a negro had brought-one cold, one boiling hot-entered Ailsa"s room, filled the fiat tin tub; and, when Ailsa stepped into it, proceeded to scrub her as though she had been two instead of twenty odd.