"Dear simple, kindly old Herr Schurz! Oh no, Herbert, that I"m sure he won"t; Ernest will never drop HIS acquaintance, whatever happens."
Herbert coughed drily. "Then there are two of them for me to contend against," he said to himself with an inward smile. "I should really hardly have expected that, now. One would have said a priori that the sound common-sense and practical regard for the dominant feelings of society, which is so justly strong in most women, would have kept HER at any rate--with her own social disabilities, too--from aiding and abetting her husband in such a piece of egregious folly"--"I"m sorry to hear it, Mrs. Le Breton," he went on aloud,--he never called her by her Christian name, and Edie was somehow rather pleased that he didn"t: "for you know Herr Schurz is far from being a desirable acquaintance. Quite apart from his own personal worth, of course--which is a question that I for my part am not called upon to decide--he"s a snare and a stumbling-block in the eyes of society, and very likely indeed to injure Ernest"s future prospects, as he has certainly injured his career in the past. You know he"s going to be tried in a few weeks for a seditious libel and for inciting to murder the Emperor of Russia. Now, you will yourself admit, Mrs. Le Breton, that it"s an awkward thing to be mixed up with people who are tried on a criminal charge for inciting to murder. Of course, we all allow that the Czar"s a very despotic and autocratic sovereign, that his existence is an anomaly, and that the desire to blow him up is a very natural desire for every intelligent Russian to harbour privately in the solitude of his own bosom. If we were Russians ourselves, no doubt we"d try to blow him up too, if we could conveniently do so without detection.
So much, every rational Englishman, who isn"t blinded by prejudice or frightened by the mere sound of words, must at once frankly acknowledge. But unfortunately, you see, the ma.s.s of Englishmen ARE blinded by prejudice, and ARE frightened by the mere sound of words. To them, blowing up a Czar is murder (though of course blowing up any number of our own black people isn"t); and inciting to blow up the Czar, or doing what seems to most Englishmen equivalent to such incitement, as for example, saying in print that the Czar"s government isn"t quite ideally perfect and ought gradually and tentatively to be abolished--why, that, I say, is a criminal offence, and is naturally punishable by a term of imprisonment. Now, is it worth while to mix oneself up with people like that, Ernest, when you can just as easily do without having anything on earth to say to them?"
Edie"s face burnt scarlet as she listened, but Ernest only answered more quietly--he never allowed anything that Herbert said to disturb his equanimity--"We don"t think alike upon this subject, you know, Herbert; and I"m afraid the disagreement is fundamental. It doesn"t matter so much to us what the world thinks as what is abstractly right; and Edie would prefer to cling to Herr Schurz, through good report and evil report, rather than to be applauded by your ma.s.s of Englishmen for having nothing to do with inciting to murder. We know that Herr Max never did anything of the kind; that he is the gentlest and best of men; and that in Russian affairs he has always been on the side of the more merciful methods, as against those who would have meted out to the Czar the harsher measure of pure justice."
"Well," Herbert answered bravely, with a virtuous determination not to be angry at this open insult to his own opinion, but to persevere in his friendly efforts for his brother"s sake, "we won"t take Herr Max into consideration at all, but will look merely at the general question. The fact is, Ernest, you"ve chosen the wrong side. The environment is too strong for you; and if you set yourself up against it, it"ll crush you between the upper and the nether mill-stone.
It isn"t your business to reform the world; it"s your business to live in it; and if you go on as you"re doing now, it strikes me that you"ll fail at the outset in that very necessary first particular."
"If I fail," Ernest answered with a heavy heart, "I can only die once; and after all every man can do no more than till to the best of his ability the niche in nature that he finds already cut out for him by circ.u.mstances."
"My dear Ernest," Herbert continued quietly, twisting himself a cigarette with placid deliberateness, as a preliminary to his departure; "your great mistake in life is that you WILL persist in considering the universe as a cosmos. Now the fact is, it isn"t a cosmos; it"s a chaos, and a very poor one at that."
"Ah, yes," Ernest answered gravely; "n.o.body recognises that fact more absolutely than I do; but surely it"s the duty of man to try as far as in him lies to cosmise his own particular little corner of it."
"In the abstract, certainly: as a race, most distinctly so; but as individuals, why, the thing"s clearly impossible. There was one man who once tried to do it, and his name was Don Quixote."
"There was another, I always thought," Ernest replied more solemnly, "and after his name we"ve all been taught as children to call ourselves Christians. At bottom, my ideal is only the Christian ideal."
"But, my dear fellow, don"t you see that the survival of the fittest must succeed in elbowing your ideal, for the present at least, out of existence? Look here, Ernest, you"re going the wrong way to work altogether for your own happiness and comfort. It doesn"t matter to me, of course; you can do as you like with yourself, and I oughtn"t to interfere with you; but I do it because I"m your brother, and because I take a certain amount of interest in you accordingly.
Now, I quite grant with you that the world"s in a very unjust social condition at present. I"m not a fool, and I can"t help seeing that wealth is very badly distributed, and that happiness is very unequally meted. But I don"t feel called upon to make myself the martyr of the cause of readjustment for all that. If I were a working man, I should take up the side that you"re taking up now; I should have everything to gain, and nothing to lose by it. But your mistake is just this, that when you might identify your own interests with the side of the "haves," as I do, you go out of your way to identify them with the side of the "have-nots," out of pure idealistic Utopian philanthropy. You belong by birth to the small and intrinsically weak minority of persons specially gifted by nature and by fortune; and why do you lay yourself out with all your might to hound on the ma.s.s of your inferiors till they trample down and destroy whatever gives any special importance, interest, or value to intellectual superiority, vigour of character, political knowledge, or even wealth? I can understand that the others should wish to do this; I can understand that they will inevitably do it in the long run; but why on earth do you, of all men, want to help them in pulling down a platform on which you yourself might, if you chose, stand well above their heads and shoulders?"
"Because I feel the platform"s an unjust one," Ernest answered, warmly.
"An excellent answer for them," Herbert chimed in, in his coldest and calmest tone, "but a very insufficient one for you. The injustice, if any, tells all in your own favour. As long as the mob doesn"t rise up and tear the platform down (as it will one day), why on earth should you be more anxious about it than they are?"
"Because, Herbert, if there must be injustice, I would rather suffer it than do it."
"Well, go your own way," Herbert answered, with a calm smile of superior wisdom; "go your own way and let it land you where it will. For my part, I back the environment. But it"s no business of mine; I have done my best to warn you. Liberavi animam meam. You won"t take my advice, and I must leave you to your own devices."
And with just a touch of the hand to Edie, and a careless nod to his two brothers, he sauntered out of the room without another word. "As usual," he thought to himself as he walked down the stairs, "I go out of my way to give good advice to a fellow-creature, and I get only the black ingrat.i.tude of a snubbing in return. This is really almost enough to make even me turn utterly and completely selfish!"
"I wonder, Ernest," said Ronald, looking up as Herbert shut the door gently behind him, "how you and I ever came to have such a brother as Herbert!"
"I think it"s easy enough to understand, Ronald, on plain hereditary principles."
Ronald sighed. "I see what you mean," he said; "it"s poor mother"s strain--the Whitaker strain--coming out in him."
"I often fancy, Ronald, I can see the same two strains in varying intensity, running through all three of us alike. In Herbert the Whitaker strain is uppermost, and the Le Breton comparatively in abeyance; in me, they"re both more or less blended; in you, the Le Breton strain comes out almost unadulterated. Yet even Herbert has more of a Le Breton in him than one might imagine, for he"s with us intellectually; it"s the emotional side only that"s wanting to him. Even when members of a family are externally very much unlike one another in the mere surface features of their characters, I believe you can generally see the family likeness underlying it for all that."
"Only you must know how to a.n.a.lyse the character to see it," said Edie. "I don"t think it ever struck me before that there was anything in common between you and Herbert, Ernest, and yet now you point it out I believe there really is something after all. I"m sorry you told me, for I can"t bear to think that you"re like Herbert."
"Oh, no," Ronald put in hastily; "it isn"t Ernest who has something in him like Herbert; it"s Herbert who has something in him like Ernest. There"s a great deal of difference between the one thing and the other. Besides, he hasn"t got enough of it, Edie, and Ernest has."
CHAPTER XXVII.
RONALD COMES OF AGE.
"Strange," Ronald Le Breton thought to himself, as he walked along the Embankment between Westminster and Waterloo, some weeks later--the day of Herr Max"s trial,--"I had a sort of impulse to come down here alone this afternoon: I felt as if there was an unseen Hand somehow impelling me. Depend upon it, one doesn"t have instincts of that sort utterly for nothing. The Finger that guides us guides us always aright for its own wise and unfathomable purposes. What a blessing and a comfort it is to feel that one"s steps are continually directed from above, and that even an afternoon stroll through the great dreary town is appointed to us for some fit and sufficient reason! Look at that poor girl over there now, at the edge of the Embankment! I wonder what on earth she can have come here for. Why...how pale and excited she looks.
What"s she going so near the edge for? Gracious heavens! it can"t be...yes...it is... no, no, but still it must be...that"s what the Finger was guiding me here for this afternoon. There"s no denying it. The poor creature"s tempted to destroy herself. My instinct tells me so at once, and it never tells me wrong. Oh, Inscrutable Wisdom, help me, help me: give me light to act rightly! I must go up this very moment and speak to her!"
The girl was walking moodily along the edge of the bank, and looking in a dreamy fashion over the parapet into the sullen fast-flowing brown water below. An eye less keen than Ronald"s might have seen in a moment, from her hara.s.sed weary face and her quick glance to right and left after the disappearing policeman, that she was turning over in her own mind something more desperate than any common everyday venture. Ronald stepped up to her hastily, and, firm in his conviction that the Finger was guiding him aright, spoke out at once with boldness on the mere strength of his rapid instinctive conjecture.
"Stop, stop," he said, laying his hand gently on her shoulder: "not for a moment, I beg of you, not for a moment. Not till you"ve at least told me what is your trouble."
Selah turned round sharply and looked up in his face with a vague feeling of indefinable wonder. "What do you mean?" she asked, in a husky voice. "Don"t do what? How do you know I was going to do anything?"
"You were going to throw yourself into the river,"Ronald answered confidently; "or at least you were debating about it in your own soul. I know you were, because a sure Guide tells me so."
Selah"s lip curled a little at the sound of that familiar language.
"And suppose I was," she replied, defiantly, in her reckless fashion; "suppose I was: what"s that to you or anybody, I should like to know? Are you your brother"s keeper, as your own Bible puts it? Well, yes, then, perhaps I WAS going to drown myself: and if I choose, as soon as your back"s turned, I shall go and do it still; so there; and that"s all I have to say about it."
Ronald turned his face towards her with an expression of the intensest interest, but before he could put in a single word, Selah interrupted him.
"I know what you"re going to say," she went on, looking up at him rebelliously. "I know what you"re going to say every bit as well as if you"d said it. You"re one of these city missionary sort of people, you are; and you"re going to tell me it"s awfully wicked of me to try and destroy myself, and ain"t I afraid of a terrible hereafter! Ugh! I hate and detest all that mummery."
Ronald looked down upon her in return with a sort of silent wondering pity. "Awfully wicked," he said slowly, "awfully wicked!
How meaningless! How incomprehensible! Awfully wicked to be friendless, or poor, or wretched, or unhappy! Awfully wicked to be driven by despair, or by heartlessness, to such a pitch of misery or frenzy that you want to fling yourself wildly into the river, only to be out of it all, anywhere, in a minute! Why you poor, unhappy girl, how on earth can you possibly help it?"
There was something in the tone of his earnest voice that melted for a moment even Selah Briggs"s pride and vehemence. It was very impertinent of him to try and interfere with her purely personal business, no doubt, but he seemed to do so in a genuinely kindly rather than in a fussy interfering spirit. At any rate he didn"t begin by talking to her that horrid cant about the attempt to commit suicide being so extremely wicked! If he had done that, Selah would have felt it was not only an unwarrantable intrusion upon her liberty of action, but a grotesque insult to her natural intelligence as well.
"I"ve a right to drown myself if I choose," she faltered out, leaning faintly as she spoke against the parapet, "and n.o.body else has any possible right to hinder or prevent me. If you people make laws against my rights in that matter, I shall set your laws aside whenever and wherever it happens to suit my personal convenience."
"Exactly so," Ronald answered, in the same tone of gentle and acquiescent persuasion. "I quite agree with you. It"s as clear as daylight that every individual human being has a perfect right to put an end to his own life whenever it becomes irksome or unpleasant to him; and n.o.body else has any right whatever to interfere with him. The prohibitions that law puts upon our freedom in that respect are only of a piece with the other absurd restrictions of our existing unchristian legislation--as opposed to the spirit of the Word as the old rule that made us bury a suicide at four cross roads with a hideously barbarous and brutal ceremonial. They"re all mere temporary survivals from a primitive paganism: the truth shall make us free. But though we mayn"t rightly interfere, we may surely inquire in a brotherly spirit of interest, whether it isn"t possible for us to make life less irksome for those who, unhappily, want to get rid of it. After all, the causes of our discontent are often quite removable. Tell me, at least, what yours are, and let me see whether I"m able to do anything towards removing them."
Selah hung back a little sullenly. This was a wonderful mixture of tongues that the strange young man was talking in! When he spoke about the right and wrong of suicide, ethically considered, it might have been Herbert Walters himself who was addressing her: when he glided off sideways to the truth and the Word, it might have been her Primitive Methodist friends at Hastings, in full meeting a.s.sembled. And, by the way, he reminded her strangely, somehow, of Herbert Walters! What manner of man could he be, she wondered, and what strange sort of new Gospel was this that he was preaching to her?
"How do I know who you are?" she asked him, carelessly. "How do I know what you want to know my story for? Perhaps you"re only trying to get something out of me."
"Trust me," Ronald said simply. "By faith we live, you know. Only trust me."
Selah answered nothing.
"Come over here to the bench by the garden," Ronald went on earnestly.
"We can talk there more at our leisure. I don"t like to see you leaning so close to the parapet. It"s a temptation; I know it"s a temptation."
Selah looked at him again inquiringly. She had never before met anybody so curious, she fancied. "Aren"t you afraid of being seen sitting with me like this," she said, "on the Embankment benches?
Some of your fine friends might come by and wonder who on earth you had got here with you." And, indeed, Selah"s dress had grown very shabby and poor-looking during a long and often fruitless search for casual work or employment in London.
But Ronald only surveyed her gently from head to foot with a quiet smile, and answered softly, "Oh, no; there"s no reason on earth why we shouldn"t sit down and talk together; and even if there were, my friends all know me far too well by this time to be surprised at anything I may do, when the Hand guides me. If you will only sit down and tell me your story, I should like to see whether I could possibly do anything to help you."
Selah let him lead her in his gentle half-womanly fashion to the bench, and sat down beside him mechanically. Still, she made no attempt to begin her pitiful story. Ronald suspected for a second some special cause for her embarra.s.sment, and ventured to suggest a possible way out of it. "Perhaps," he said timidly, "you would rather speak to some older and more fatherly man about it, or to some kind lady. If so, I have many good friends in London who would listen to you with as much interest and attention as I should."
The old spirit flared up in Selah for a second, as she answered quickly, "No, no, sir, it"s nothing of that sort. I can tell YOU as well as I can tell anybody. If I"ve been unfortunate, it"s been through no fault of my own, thank goodness, but only through the hard-heartedness and unkindness of other people. I"d rather speak to you than to anyone else, because I feel somehow--why, I don"t know--as if you had something or other really good in you."
"I beg your pardon," Ronald said hastily, "for even suggesting it but you see, I often have to meet a great many people who"ve been unhappy through a great many different causes, and that leads one occasionally for a time into mistaken inferences. Let me hear all your history, please, and I firmly believe, through the aid that never forsakes us, I shall be able to do something or other to help you in your difficulties."