Selah burst at once into a wild flood of uncontrollable tears: "Oh, Ronald," she cried in her old almost fiercely pa.s.sionate manner, flinging her arms around his neck and covering him with kisses; "Oh, Ronald, how can you ever ask me whether I really really love you! You know I love you! You know I love you! You"ve given me back life and everything that"s dear in it, and I never want to live for anything any longer except to love you, and wait upon you, and make you happy. I"m stronger than you, Ronald, and I shall be able to do a little to make you happy, I do believe. My ways are not your ways, nor my thoughts your thoughts, my darling; but I love you all the better for that, Ronald, I love you all the better for that; and if you were to kick me, beat me, trample on me now, Ronald, I should love you, love you, love you for ever still."
So they two were quietly married, with no audience save Ernest and Edie, on that very Monday fortnight.
When Herbert Le Breton heard of it from his mother a few days later, he went home at once to his own eminently cultured home and told Mrs. Le Breton the news, of course without much detailed allusion to Selah"s earlier antecedents. "And do you know, Ethel," he added significantly, "I think it was an excellent thing that you decided not to call after all upon Ernest"s wife, for I"m sure it"ll be a great deal safer for you and me to have nothing to say in any way to the whole faction of them. A greengrocer"s daughter, you know--quite unpresentable. They"ll be all mixed up together in future, which"ll make it quite impossible to know the one without at the same time knowing the other. Now, it"d be just practicable for you to call upon Mrs. Ernest, I must admit, but to call upon Mrs. Ronald would be really and truly too inconceivable."
At the end of the first year of the "Social Reformer," the annual balance was duly audited, and it showed a very considerable and solid surplus to go into the pocket of the enterprising Radical proprietor. Ernest and Herr Max scanned it closely together, and even Ernest could not refrain from a smile of pleasure when he saw how thoroughly successful the doubtful venture had finally turned out. "And yet," he said regretfully, as he looked at the heavy balance-sheet, "what a strange occupation after all for the author of "Gold and the Proletariate," to be looking carefully over the sum-total of a capitalist"s final balance! To think, too, that all that money has come out of the hard-earned sc.r.a.ped-up pennies of the toiling poor! I often wish, Herr Max, that even so I had been brought up an honest shoemaker! But whether I"m really earning my salt at the hands of humanity now or not is a deep problem I often have many an uncomfortable internal sigh over to this day."
"There is work and work, friend Ernest," Herr Max answered, as gently as had been his wont in older years; "and for my part it seems to me you are better here writing your Social Reformers than making shoes for a single generation. One man builds for to-day, another man builds for to-morrow; and he that plants a fruit tree for his children to eat of is doing as much good work in the world as he that sows the corn in spring to be reaped and eaten at this autumn"s harvest."
"Perhaps so," Ernest answered softly. "I wish I could think so.
But after all I"m not quite sure whether, if we had all starved eighteen months ago together, as seemed so likely then, it wouldn"t have been the most right thing in the end that could possibly have happened to all of us. As things are const.i.tuted now, there seems only one life that"s really worth living for an honest man, and that"s a martyr"s. A martyr"s or else a worker"s. And I, I greatly fear, have managed somehow to miss being either. The wind carries us this way and that, and when we would do that which is right, it drifts us away incontinently into that which is only profitable."
"Dear Ernest," Edie cried in her bright old-fashioned manner from the office door, "Dot has come in her new frock to bring Daddy home for her birthday dinner as she was promised. Come quick, or your little daughter"ll be very angry with you. And Lady Hilda Berkeley has come, too, to drive us back in her own brougham. Now don"t be a silly, there"s a dear, or say that you can"t drive away from the office of the "Social Reformer" in Lady Hilda"s brougham!"