That was not quite what I intended; but I had made Ideala understand that nothing she could do would affect her intercourse with us. I told her so at once, because I would not have her alter her determination for any consideration but the highest. She might at the last have hesitated to separate herself from us for ever; but I felt sure if that were the case, and it was not a better motive entirely which deterred her, she would not be satisfied eventually; and I know now that I was right.
Ideala wrote to Lorrimer, and when she had finished her letter I found that she intended to impose a terrible task upon me.
"Until you know him yourself you will always misjudge him," she said.
"I want you to take him my letter, and make his acquaintance."
I hesitated.
"It is the least you can do," she pleaded. "I shall be easier in my mind if you will. It will be better for him to see you, and hear all the things I cannot tell him in my letter; and--and--if I must not see him myself it will be a comfort to see somebody who has. Do go. I shall be pained if you refuse."
This decided me, and I went at once.
It was a long journey, the same that Ideala herself had taken under such very different circ.u.mstances so short a time before. I thought of her going in doubt and uncertainty, her own feelings colouring the aspect of all she saw on the way; and returning in the first warm glow of her great and unexpected joy--her new-found happiness which was destined, alas! to be so short-lived. Miserable fate which robbed her of all that would have made her life worth having--a husband on whom she could rely; her child; and now the man upon whom she had been prepared to lavish the long pent-up pa.s.sion, the concentrated devotion of her great and n.o.ble nature! Poor starved heart, crushed back upon itself, suffering silently, suffering always, but never hardening--on the contrary, growing tenderer for others the more it had to endure itself! Would it always be so? Was there no peace on earth for Ideala?
No one who could be all her own? I felt responsible for this last hard blow; had I done well? The rush and rattle of the train shaped itself into a sort of sub-chorus to my thoughts as we sped through the pleasant fields: _Was it right? Was it right? Was it right?_ And I saw Ideala, with soft, sad eyes, pleading--mutely pleading--pleading always for some pleasure in life, some natural, womanly joy, while youth and the power to love lasted. By an effort of will I banished the question. I told myself that my action in the matter had been expedient from every point of view; but presently
The rush of the grinding steel!
The thundering crank, and the mighty wheel!
took me to task again, and the chorus now became: _Expediency right!
Expediency right! Expediency right!_ which, when I banished it, resolved itself into: _Cold, proud Puritan! Cold, proud Puritan!_ for the rest of the way.
But the journey ended at last--though that was little relief with the task I had before me still unaccomplished.
A bulbous functionary took my card to Lorrimer when I presented myself at the Great Hospital next day, and returning presently informed me that Mr. Lorrimer was disengaged, and would see me at once, if I would be so good as to come this way. How familiar the whole proceeding seemed! And how well I knew the place! the soothing silence, the ma.s.sive grandeur, the long, dimly lighted gallery to the right, the door at which the servant stopped and knocked, the man who opened it, and met my eyes fearlessly, bowing with natural grace, and bidding me enter--a tall, fair man; self-contained and dignified; cold, pale, and unimpa.s.sioned--so I thought--but my equal in every way: the man who was "all the world" to Ideala.
When I saw him I understood.
Lorrimer, after dismissing his secretary, was the first to speak.
"You come to me from Ideala?" he said. "Is there anything wrong? Is she ill?"
And I fancied he turned a trifle paler as the fear flashed through his mind.
I rea.s.sured him. "Physically she is better," I said.
"But mentally?" he interposed. "You give her no peace."
I was silent.
"I know you are no friend of mine," he added.
"On the contrary," I answered. "I hope I am the best friend you have just now."
"I know what that means," he said. "You have tried to dissuade Ideala, and having failed, you have come here to use your influence with me"
"No," I answered. "I have not come to discuss the subject. I have brought you a letter from Ideala at her special request, and I am ready to take her any reply which you may think fit to send."
I gave him the letter, and rose to go, but he detained me.
"Stay till I have read it, if you can spare me the time," he said. "It is just possible that there is something in it which we _ought_ to discuss."
I turned to the mantelpiece, and tried to interest myself in the lovely things with which it was crowded; but never in my life did my heart sink so for another; never have I endured such moments of pained suspense.
I heard him open the envelope; I heard the paper rustle as he turned the page; and then there was silence--
Full of the city"s stilly sound--
a moment only, but filled with
Something which possess"d The darkness of the world, delight, Life, anguish, death, immortal love.
Ceasing not, mingled, unrepress"d, Apart from s.p.a.ce, witholding time--
a moment"s silence, and then a heavy fall. Lorrimer had fainted.
I stayed three days at the Great Hospital, three days of the most delightful converse. At first, Lorrimer had rebelled, not realising that Ideala"s last decision was irrevocable.
"You have over-persuaded her," he said.
"No," I answered; "I have convinced her. And I shall convince you, too."
He pleaded for her pathetically, not for himself at all. "She has had so little joy!" he said; using the very words that had occurred to me.
"And I wanted to silence her. I wanted to save her from her fate. For she is _une des cinq ou six creatures humaines qui naissent, dans tout un siecle, pour aimer la verite, et pour mourir sans avoir pu la faire aimer des autres_. She must suffer terribly if she goes on."
This was a point upon which we differed. He would have given her the natural joys of a woman--husband, home, children, friends, and only such intellectual pursuits which are pleasant. _I_ had always hoped to see her at work in a wider field. But she was one of those rare women who are born to fulfil both destinies at once, and worthily, if only circ.u.mstances had made it possible for her to combine the two.
Before I had been with him many hours, I began to be sensible of that difference of feeling on certain subjects which would have made their union a veritable linking of the past to the future--his belief that nothing can be better than what has been, and that the old inst.i.tutions revised are all that the world wants; and her faith in future developments of all good ideas, and further discoveries never yet imagined. For one thing, Lorrimer considered famine and war inevitable scourges of the human race, necessary for the removal of the surplus population, and useless to contend against, because destined to recur, so long as there is a human race; but he would have limited intellectual pursuits for women, because culture is held to prevent the trouble for which the elder expedients only provided a cure--a point upon which Ideala did not agree with him at all. "Nothing is more disastrous to social prosperity," she held, "or more likely to add to the criminal cla.s.ses, than families which are too large for their parents to bring up, and educate comfortably, in their own station. If the higher education of women is a natural check on over-production of that kind, then encourage it thankfully as a merciful dispensation of providence for the prevention of much misery. I can see no reason in nature or ethics for a teeming population only brought into existence to be removed by famine and war. Why, this old green ball of an earth would roll on just as merrily without any of us."
Lorrimer wrote to her at last. He had been obliged to acquiesce; and I took Ideala his letter; but she, womanlike, though nothing would have altered her decision, was not at first satisfied with his compliance.
It seemed to her too ready; and that made her doubt if she might not have been to blame after all. They wrote to each other once again, and when she received his last letter, she spoke to me about it.
"He must have seen it as you do from the first, for he has said no word to alter my determination--rather the contrary," she told me. "We are not to meet again, nor to correspond; and doubtless it is a relief to him to have the matter settled in this way; but one thing puzzles me.
In my last letter I bade him good-bye, adding "since that is what you wish," and he has replied: "I never said I wished it; will you remember that?" I do remember it, and it comforts me; but why?"
I knew that Lorrimer had said little in order to make her sacrifice as easy for her as possible; and I was silent, too, for the same reason. I thought if she felt herself to blame, her pride would come to the rescue, and make her loss appear rather inevitable than voluntary. For, say what we will, we reconcile ourselves to the inevitable sooner than to those sorrows which we might have saved ourselves had we deemed it right.
"You insinuated once that it was all my fault," she said. "Perhaps it was--if fault there be. But if I tempted him, it must have been generosity that made him yield to the temptation. He pitied me, and was ready to make me happy by devoting himself to me, since that was what I seemed to require. And I agree with you now. I don"t think we should, either of us, have found any real happiness in that way. But, oh, how I long for him! for his friendship! for his companionship! for his love!
It is hard, hard, hard, if he does not miss me as I do him."
Then I told her: "But he does. And he did not yield to your decision until I had convinced him that he could never make you happy in such a position."
A great sigh of relief escaped her. And then I saw that I ought to have been frank with her from the first. It strengthened her to know that they still had something left to them in common, though that something was only their grief.