"I shan"t let them lose," I replied, "I am quite willing to take half on my own shoulders at once and you can pay the other thousand or so within a very short time by writing a couple of plays. American papers would be only too glad to pay you for an interview. The story of your escape would be worth a thousand pounds; they would give you almost any price for it.
"Leave everything to me, but in the meantime I want you to get out in the air as much as possible. You are not looking well; you are not yourself."
"That house is depressing, Frank. Willie makes such a merit of giving me shelter; he means well, I suppose; but it is all dreadful."
My notes of this talk finish in this way, but the conversation left on me a deep impression of Oscar"s extraordinary weakness or rather extraordinary softness of nature backed up and redeemed by a certain magnanimity: he would not leave the friends in the lurch who had gone bail for him; he would not give his friend away even to save himself; but neither would he exert himself greatly to win free. He was like a woman, I said to myself in wonder, and my pity for him grew keener.
He seemed mentally stunned by the sudden fall, by the discovery of how violently men can hate. He had never seen the wolf in man before; the vile brute instinct that preys upon the fallen. He had not believed that such exultant savagery existed; it had never come within his ken; now it appalled him. And so he stood there waiting for what might happen without courage to do anything but suffer. My heart ached with pity for him, and yet I felt a little impatient with him as well. Why give up like that? The eternal quarrel of the combative nature with those who can"t or won"t fight.
Before getting into the carriage to drive back to his brother"s, I ascertained that he did not need any money. He told me that he had sufficient even for the expenses of a second trial: this surprised me greatly, for he was very careless about money; but I found out from him later that a very n.o.ble and cultured woman, a friend of both of us, Miss S----, a Jewess by race tho" not by religion, had written to him asking if she could help him financially, as she had been distressed by hearing of his bankruptcy, and feared that he might be in need. If that were the case she begged him to let her be his banker, in order that he might be properly defended. He wrote in reply, saying that he was indeed in uttermost distress, that he wanted money, too, to help his mother as he had always helped her, and that he supposed the expenses of the second trial would be from 500 to 1,000. Thereupon Miss S---- sent him a cheque for 1,000, a.s.suring him that it cost her little even in self-sacrifice, and declaring that it was only inadequate recognition of the pleasure she had had through his delightful talks. Such actions are beyond praise; it is the perfume of such sweet and n.o.ble human sympathy that makes this wild beasts" cage of a world habitable for men.
Before parting we had agreed to meet a few nights afterwards at Mrs.
Leverson"s, where he had been invited to dinner, and where I also had been invited. By that time, I thought to myself, all my preparations would be perfected.
Looking back now I see clearly that my affection for Oscar Wilde dates from his confession to me that afternoon. I had been a friend of his for years; but what had bound us together had been purely intellectual, a community of literary tastes and ambitions. Now his trust in me and frankness had thrown down the barrier between us; and made me conscious of the extraordinary femininity and gentle weakness of his nature, and, instead of condemning him as I have always condemned that form of s.e.xual indulgence, I felt only pity for him and a desire to protect and help him. From that day on our friendship became intimate: I began to divine him; I knew now that his words would always be more generous and n.o.ble than his actions; knew too that I must take his charm of manner and vivacity of intercourse for real virtues, and indeed they were as real as the beauty of flowers; and I was aware as by some sixth sense that, where his vanity was concerned, I might expect any injustice from him. I was sure beforehand, however, that I should always forgive him, or rather that I should always accept whatever he did and love him for the charm and sweetness and intellect in him and hold myself more than recompensed for anything I might be able to do, by his delightful companionship.
CHAPTER XVI
In spite of the wit of the hostess and her exquisite cordiality, our dinner at Mrs. Leverson"s was hardly a success. Oscar was not himself; contrary to his custom he sat silent and downcast. From time to time he sighed heavily, and his leaden dejection gradually infected all of us. I was not sorry, for I wanted to get him away early; by ten o"clock we had left the house and were in the Cromwell Road. He preferred to walk: without his noticing it I turned up Queen"s Gate towards the park. After walking for ten minutes I said to him:
"I want to speak to you seriously. Do you happen to know where Erith is?"
"No, Frank."
"It is a little landing place on the Thames," I went on, "not many miles away: it can be reached by a fast pair of horses and a brougham in a very short time. There at Erith is a steam yacht ready to start at a moment"s notice; she has steam up now, one hundred pounds pressure to the square inch in her boilers; her captain"s waiting, her crew ready--a greyhound in leash; she can do fifteen knots an hour without being pressed. In one hour she would be free of the Thames and on the high seas--(delightful phrase, eh?)--high seas indeed where there is freedom uncontrolled.
"If one started now one could breakfast in France, at Boulogne, let us say, or Dieppe; one could lunch at St. Malo or St. Enogat or any place you like on the coast of Normandy, and one could dine comfortably at the Sables d"Olonne, where there is not an Englishman to be found, and where sunshine reigns even in May from morning till night.
"What do you say, Oscar, will you come and try a homely French bourgeois dinner to-morrow evening at an inn I know almost at the water"s edge? We could sit out on the little terrace and take our coffee in peace under the broad vine leaves while watching the silver pathway of the moon widen on the waters. We could smile at the miseries of London and its wolfish courts shivering in cold grey mist hundreds of miles away. Does not the prospect tempt you?"
I spoke at leisure, tasting each delight, looking for his gladness.
"Oh, Frank," he cried, "how wonderful; but how impossible!"
"Impossible! don"t be absurd," I retorted. "Do you see those lights yonder?" and I showed him some lights at the Park gate on the top of the hill in front of us.
"Yes, Frank."
"That"s a brougham," I said, "with a pair of fast horses. It will take us for a midnight visit to the steam yacht in double-quick time.
There"s a little library on board of French books and English; I"ve ordered supper in the cabin--lobster a l"Americaine and a bottle of Pommery. You"ve never seen the mouth of the Thames at night, have you?
It"s a scene from wonderland; houses like blobs of indigo fencing you in; ships drifting past like black ghosts in the misty air, and the purple sky above never so dark as the river, the river with its shifting lights of ruby and emerald and topaz, like an oily, opaque serpent gliding with a weird life of its own.... Come; you must visit the yacht."
I turned to him, but he was no longer by my side. I gasped; what had happened? The mist must have hidden him; I ran back ten yards, and there he was leaning against the railing, hung up with his head on his arm shaking.
"What"s the matter, Oscar?" I cried. "What on earth"s the matter?"
"Oh, Frank, I can"t go," he cried, "I can"t. It would be too wonderful; but it"s impossible. I should be seized by the police. You don"t know the police."
"Nonsense," I cried, "the police can"t stop you and not a man of them will see you from start to finish. Besides, I have loose money for any I do meet, and none of them can resist a "tip." You will simply get out of the brougham and walk fifty yards and you will be on the yacht and free. In fact, if you like you shall not come out of the brougham until the sailors surround you as a guard of honour. On board the yacht no one will touch you. No warrant runs there. Come on, man!"
"Oh, Frank," he groaned, "it"s impossible!"
"What"s impossible?" I insisted. "Let"s consider everything anew at breakfast to-morrow morning in France. If you want to come back, there"s nothing to prevent you. The yacht will take you back in twenty-four hours. You will not have broken your bail; you"ll have done nothing wrong. You can go to France, Germany or Siberia so long as you come back by the twentieth of May. Take it that I offer you a holiday in France for ten days. Surely it is better to spend a week with me than in that dismal house in Oakley Street, where the very door gives one the creeps."
"Oh, Frank, I"d love to," he groaned. "I see everything you say, but I can"t. I dare not. I"m caught, Frank, in a trap, I can only wait for the end."
I began to get impatient; he was weaker than I had imagined, weaker a hundred times.
"Come for a trip, then, man," I cried, and I brought him within twenty yards of the carriage; but there he stopped as if he had made up his mind.
"No, no, I can"t come. I could not go about in France feeling that the policeman"s hand might fall on my shoulder at any moment. I could not live a life of fear and doubt: it would kill me in a month." His tone was decided.
"Why let your imagination run away with you?" I pleaded. "Do be reasonable for once. Fear and doubt would soon be over. If the police don"t get you in France within a week after the date fixed for the trial, you need have no further fear, for they won"t get you at all: they don"t want you. You"re making mountains out of molehills with nervous fancies."
"I should be arrested."
"Nonsense," I replied, "who would arrest you? No one has the right.
You are out on bail: your bail answers for you till the 20th. Money talks, man; Englishmen always listen to money. It"ll do you good with the public and the jury to come back from France to stand your trial.
Do come," and I took him by the arm; but he would not move. To my astonishment he faced me and said:
"And my sureties?"
"We"ll pay "em," I replied, "both of "em, if you break your bail.
Come," but he would not.
"Frank, if I were not in Oakley Street to-night Willie would tell the police."
"Your brother?" I cried.
"Yes," he said, "Willie."
"Good G.o.d!" I exclaimed; "but let him tell. I have not mentioned Erith or the steam yacht to a soul. It"s the last place in the world the police would suspect and before he talks we shall be out of reach.
Besides they cannot do anything; you are doing nothing wrong. Please trust me, you do nothing questionable even till you omit to enter the Old Bailey on the 20th of May."
"You don"t know Willie," he continued, "he has made my solicitors buy letters of mine; he has blackmailed me."
"Whew!" I whistled. "But in that case you"ll have no compunction in leaving him without saying "goodbye." Let"s go and get into the brougham."
"No, no," he repeated, "you don"t understand; I can"t go, I cannot go."
"Do you mean it really?" I asked. "Do you mean you will not come and spend a week yachting with me?"
"I cannot."
I drew him a few paces nearer the carriage: something of desolation and despair in his voice touched me: I looked at him. Tears were pouring down his face; he was the picture of misery, yet I could not move him.