"Why, a phrase-maker is a person who recklessly launches a saying, winged by wit, and of superior brevity and distinctness, but not necessarily true--a saying which flies direct to the mind, and, being of a cutting nature, carves an indelible impression there," said Mrs.
Kilroy--"an impression which numbs the intellect and prevents us reasoning for ourselves. Opinion is formed for the most part of phrases, not of knowledge and observation. The things people say smartly are quoted, not because they are true, but because they are smart. A lie well put will carry conviction to the average mind more surely than a good reason if ill-expressed, because most people have an aesthetic sense that is satisfied by a happy play upon words, but few have reason enough to discriminate when the brilliant ingenuity of the phrase-maker is pitted against a plain statement of the bald truth."
"As, for instance?" asked Sir George.
"Man"s love is of his life a thing apart, "Tis woman"s whole existence,"
Mrs. Kilroy responded glibly. "That is quoted everywhere, and I have never heard it questioned, yet it is a flagrant case of confounding smartness with accuracy. Love of the kind that Byron meant is quite as much a thing apart from woman"s life as from man"s; more men, in fact, make the pursuit of it their whole existence than women do."
"You are right," said Sir George thoughtfully. "Love is certainly not a modern woman"s whole existence, and she never dies of it. She feels it strongly, but it does not swamp her. In a bad attack, she may go to bed young one night and rise next day with grey hairs in her head, and write a book about it; but then she recovers: and I think you are right about phrases, too. "Syllables govern the world," John Selden said; but "phrases" would have been the better word. Phrases are the keynotes to life; they set the tune to which men insensibly shape their course, and so rule us for good and ill. This is a time of talk, and formidable is the force of phrases. Catch-words are creative; they do not prove that a thing is--they cause it to be."
"Then an unscrupulous phrase-maker may be a danger to the community,"
Beth observed.
"Yes," said Sir George; "but on the other hand, one who is scrupulous would be a philanthropist of extraordinary power."
"Now, isn"t that like his craft and subtlety, Evadne?" said Mrs.
Kilroy to Lady Galbraith. "He has been gradually working up to that in order to make Mrs. Maclure suppose I intended to pay him a compliment when I called him a phrase-maker."
"You are taking a mean advantage of an honest attempt on my part to arrive at the truth," said Sir George.
"I believe you blundered into that without seeing in the least where you were going," Beth observed navely.
Everybody smiled, except Dan, who told her on the way home she had made a great mistake to say such a thing, and she must be careful in future, or she would give offence and make enemies for him.
"No fear with people like that," said Beth. "They all understood me."
"Which is as much as to say that your husband does not," said Dan, a.s.suming his hurt expression. "Very well. Go your own way. But you"ll be sorry for it."
"What a delightful person Mrs. Orton Beg is," Beth observed, to make a diversion; "and so nice-looking too!"
"You are easily pleased! Why, she"s forty if she"s a day!" Dan e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed, speaking as if that were to her discredit, and must deprive her of any consideration from him.
The next excitement was a military ball. Dan determined to go, and Beth was ready enough; she had never been to a ball.
"But how about a dress?" she said. "There has been such a sudden change in the fashion since mine were made, I"m afraid I have nothing that will do."
"Then get a new one," Dan said.
"What! and add to the bills?" Beth objected.
"Oh, bother the bills!" he answered in the tone he called cheery.
"I"ve had them coming in all my life and I"m still here. Get a thing when you want it, and pay for it when you can--that"s my motto. Why, my tailor"s bill alone is up in the hundreds.
"But that was the bill mamma gave you the money to settle," Beth exclaimed.
"I know," he answered casually. "I got the money out of her for that, but I had to spend it on your amus.e.m.e.nt in town, my dear."
"Oh!" Beth e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed--"how could you?"
"How could I?" he answered coolly. "Well, I couldn"t of course if I hadn"t been clever; but I can always get anything I like out of old ladies. They dote on me. You"ve only got to amuse them, you know, and pour in a little sentiment on occasion. Let them understand you"ve been rather a naughty man, but you know what"s right--that always fetches them. Your mother would have sold out all she had to help me when she found I meant to repent and settle. But of course I wouldn"t take anything that was not absolutely necessary," he added magnanimously.
Beth compressed her lips and frowned. "Do you mean to say you obtained money from a poor woman like my mother for a special purpose which she approved, and spent that money on something else?" she asked.
Dan changed countenance. "I got the money from your mother to pay my tailor"s bill; but the circ.u.mstance of your spending more money in town than I could afford compelled me to use it for another purpose,"
he answered in rather a bl.u.s.tering tone.
"I spent no money in town," Beth said.
"I had to spend it on you then," he rejoined, "and a nice lament you would have made if I hadn"t! But it"s all the same. Husband and wife are one; and I maintain that the money was given to me to pay a just debt, and I paid a just debt with it. Now, what have you to say against that to the disparagement of your husband?"
He looked Beth straight in the face as he spoke, as if the nature of the transaction would be changed by staring her out of countenance, and she returned his gaze unflinchingly; but not another word would she say on the subject. There is a sad majority of wives whose att.i.tude towards their husbands must be one of contemptuous toleration--toleration of their past depravity and of their present deceits, whatever form they may take. Such a wife looks upon her husband as a hopeless incurable, because she knows that he has not the sense, even if he had the strength of character, to mend his moral defects. Beth fully realised her husband"s turpitude with regard to the money, and also realised the futility of trying to make him see his own conduct in the matter in any light not flattering to himself, and she was deeply pained. She had taken it for granted that Dan would pay interest on the money, but had not troubled herself to find out if he were doing so, as she now thought that she ought to have done, for clearly she should have paid it herself if he did not. True, she never had any money; but that was no excuse, for there were honest ways of making money, and make it she would. She was on her way upstairs to her secret chamber to think the matter out undisturbed when she came to this determination; and as soon as she had shut herself in, she sank upon her knees, and vowed to G.o.d solemnly to pay back every farthing, and the interest in full, if she had to work her fingers to the bone. Curiously enough, it was with her fingers she first thought of working, not with her brain. She had seen an advertis.e.m.e.nt in a daily paper of several depots for the sale of "ladies" work" in London and other places, and she determined at once to try that method of making money. Work of all kinds came easily to her, and happily she still had her two sovereigns, which would be enough to lay in a stock of materials to begin with. Her pin-money Dan regularly appropriated as soon as it arrived, with the facetious remark that it would just pay for her keep; and so far Beth had let him have it without a murmur, yielding in that as in all else, however much against her own inclinations, for gentleness, and also with a vague notion of making up to him in some sort for his own shortcomings, which she could not help fancying must be as great a trouble to him as they were to her.
She had grown to have a very real affection for Dan, as indeed she would have had for any one who was pa.s.sably kind to her; but her estimate of his character, as she gradually became acquainted with it, was never influenced by her affection, except in so far as she pitied him for traits which would have made her despise another man.
Since her marriage she had given up her free, wild, wandering habits.
She would go into the town to order things at the shops in the morning, and take a solitary walk out into the country in the afternoon perhaps, but without any keen enjoyment. Her natural zest for the woods and fields was suspended. She had lost touch with nature. Instead of looking about her observantly, as had been her wont, she walked now, as a rule, with her eyes fixed on the ground, thinking deeply. She was losing vitality too; her gait was less buoyant, and she was becoming subject to aches and pains she had never felt before. Dan said they were neuralgic, and showed that she wanted a tonic, but troubled himself no more about them. He always seemed to think she should be satisfied when he found a name for her complaint.
She had also become much thinner, which made her figure childishly young; but in the face she looked old for her age--five-and-twenty at least--although she was not yet eighteen.
There was one particularly strong and happy point in Beth"s character: she wasted little or no time in repining for the thing that was done.
All her thought was how to remedy the evil and make amends; so now, when she had recovered from the first shock of her husband"s revelation, she put the thought of it aside, pulled herself together quickly, and found relief in setting to work with a will. The exertion alone was inspiriting, and re-aroused the faculty which had been dormant in her of late. She went at once to get materials for her work, and stepped out more briskly than she had done for many a day.
She perceived that the morning air was fresh and sweet, and she inhaled deep draughts of it, and rejoiced in the sunshine. Just opposite their house, across the road, on the other side of a wooden paling, the park-like meadow was intensely green; old horse-chestnuts dotted about it made refreshing intervals of shade; in the hedgerows the tall elms stood out clear against the sky, and the gnarled oaks cast fantastic shadows on the gra.s.s; while beyond it, at the farther side of the meadow by the brook, the row of Canadian poplars which bordered it kept up a continuous whispering, as was their wont, even on the stillest days. When Beth first heard them, they spoke a language to her which she comprehended but could not translate; but the immediate effect of her life with Dan had been to deaden her perception, so that she could not comprehend. Then the whispering became a mere rustle of leaves, appealing to nothing but her sense of hearing, and her delight in their murmur lapsed when its significance was lost to her spirit.
But that morning Nature spoke to her again and her eyes were opened.
She saw the grey-green poplars, the gnarled oaks, the dark crests of the elms upraised against the radiant blue of the sky, and felt a thrill like triumph as she watched the great ma.s.ses of cloud, dazzlingly white, floating in infinite s.p.a.ce majestically. The life about her, too--the twittering of birds in the hedgerows; an Alderney cow with its calf in the fields; a young colt careering wildly, startled by a pa.s.sing train; a big dog that saluted her with friendly nose as he trotted by--all these said something to her which made her feel that, let what might happen, it was good to be alive.
On her way into town she thought out a piece of work, something more original and effective than the things usually sold in fancy-work shops, which did not often please her. When she had bought all the materials that she required, there was very little of her two pounds left, but she returned in high spirits, carrying the rather large parcel herself, lest, if it were sent, it should arrive when Dan was at home and excite his curiosity. He always appeared if he heard the door-bell ring, and insisted on knowing who or what had come, an inquisitive trick that irritated Beth into baffling him whenever she could.
She carried her precious packet up to her secret chamber, and set to work at once. Dan, when he came in to lunch, was surprised to find her unusually cheerful. After the temper she had displayed at breakfast, he had expected to have anything but a pleasant time of it for a little. Seeing her in good spirits put him also into a genial mood, and he began at once to talk about himself--his favourite topic.
"Well, I"ve had a rattling hard day," he observed. "You"d be surprised at the amount I"ve done in the time. I don"t believe any other man here could have done it. I was at that confounded hospital a couple of hours, and after that I had a round! People are beginning to send for me now as the last from school. They think I"m up to the latest dodges. The old men won"t like it! I had to go out to the Pettericks to see that girl Bertha again. Their family doctor could make nothing of her case, but it"s simple enough. The girl"s hysterical, that"s what she is; and I know what I"d like to prescribe for her, and that"s a husband. Hee-hee! Soon cure her hysterics! As to the old girl, her mother, she"s got"--then followed a minute description of her ailments, told in the baldest language. Of two words Dan always chose the coa.r.s.est in talking to Beth, now that they were married, which had made her writhe at first; but when she had remonstrated, he a.s.sumed an injured air, after which she silently endured the infliction for fear of wounding him. And it was the same with regard to his patients. The first time he described the ailment of a lady patient, and made gross comments about her, Beth had exclaimed--
"O Dan! what would she think of you if she knew you had told me?
Surely it is a breach of confidence!"
"Well," he exclaimed, trying to wither her with a look, "you _have_ a nice opinion of your husband! Is it possible that I cannot speak to my own wife without bringing such an accusation upon myself! Well, well!
And I"m slaving for you morning, noon, and night, to keep you in some sort of decency and comfort; and when I come home, and do my best to be cheery and amuse you, instead of being morose after the strain of the day, as most men are, all the thanks I get is a speech like that!
O holy matrimony!"
"I did not mean to annoy you, Dan; I"m sorry," Beth protested.
"So you should be!" he said; "so you should be! It"s mighty hard for me to feel that my own wife hasn"t confidence enough in me to be sure that I should never say a word either to her or anybody else about any of my patients to which they"d object."
"People feel differently on the subject, perhaps," Beth ventured. "I only know that if I had a doctor who talked to his wife about my complaints, I should"--despise him, was what she was going to say, but she changed the phrase--"I should not like it. But you should know what your own patients feel about it better than I do."
Even as she spoke, however, her mother"s remark of long ago about a "talking doctor" recurred to her, and she felt lowered in her own estimation by the kind of concession she was making to him. The tragedy of such a marriage consists in the effect of the man"s mind upon the woman"s, shut up with him in the closest intimacy day and night, and all the time imbibing his poisoned thoughts. Beth"s womanly grace pleaded with her continually not to hurt her husband since he meant no offence, not to damp his spirits even when they took a form so distasteful to her. To check him was to offend him and provoke a scene for nothing, since his taste was not to be improved; and she would have to have checked him perpetually, and made a mere nag of herself; for to talk in this way to her, to tell her objectionable stories, and harp on depravity of all kinds, was his one idea of pleasurable conversation. It was seldom, therefore, that she remonstrated--especially in those early days when she had not as yet perceived that by tacitly acquiescing she was lending herself to inevitable corruption.
Just at that time, too, she did not trouble herself much about anything. She was entirely absorbed in her new object in life--to get the work done, to make the money, to pay her mother with interest; there was continual exaltation of spirit in the endeavour. Every moment that she could safely secure, she spent in her secret chamber, hard at work. Her outlook was on the sky above, for ever changing; on the gay garden below, whence light airs wafted the fragrance of flowers from time to time, to her delight; and on a gentle green ascent, covered and crowned with trees, which shut out the world beyond. Here there was a colony of rooks, where the birds were busy all day long sometimes, and from which they were sometimes absent from early morning till sundown, when they came back cawing by ones and twos and threes, a long straggling procession of them, their dark iridescent forms with broad black wings outspread, distinct and decorative, against the happy blue. Beth loved the birds, and even as she worked she watched them, their housekeepings and comings and goings; and heard their talk; and often as she worked she looked out at the fair prospect and up at the sky hopefully, and vowed again to accomplish one act of justice at all events. She stopped her regular studies at this time, because she conceived them to be for her own mere personal benefit, while the task which she had set herself was for a better purpose. But, although she did not study as had been her wont, while she sewed she occupied her mind in a way that was much more beneficial to it than the purposeless acquisition of facts, the solving of mathematical problems, or conning of parts of speech.
Beside her was always an open book, it might be a pa.s.sage of Scripture, a scene from Shakespeare, a poem or paragraph rich in the wisdom and beauty of some great mind; and as she sewed she dwelt upon it, repeating it to herself until she was word-perfect in it, then making it even more her own by earnest contemplation. These pa.s.sages became the texts of many observations; and in them was also the light which showed her life as it is, and as it should be lived. In meditating upon them she taught herself to meditate; and in following up the clues they gave her in the endeavour to discriminate and to judge fairly, by slow degrees she acquired the precious habit of clear thought. This lifted her at once above herself as she had been; and what she had lost of insight and spiritual perception since her marriage, she began to recover in another and more perfect form.
Wholesome consideration of the realities of life now took the place of fanciful dreams. Her mind, wonderfully fertilised, teemed again--not with vain imaginings, however, as heretofore, but with something more substantial. Purposeful thought was where the mere froth of sensuous seeing had been; and it was thought that now clamoured for expression instead of the verses and stories--fireworks of the brain, pleasant, transient, futile distractions with nothing more nourishing in them than the interest and entertainment of the moment--which had occupied her chiefly from of old. It was natural to Beth to be open, to discuss all that concerned herself with her friends; but having no one to talk to now, she began on a sudden to record her thoughts and impressions in writing; and having once begun, she entered upon a new phase of existence altogether. She had discovered a recreation which was more absorbing than anything she had ever tried before; for her early scribbling had been of another kind, not nearly so entrancing. Then it had been the idle gossip of life, and the mere pictorial art of word-painting, an ingenious exercise, that had occupied her; now it was the more soul-stirring themes in the region of philosophy and ethics which she pursued, and scenes and phases of life interested her only as the raw material from which a goodly moral might be extracted.
Art for art"s sake she despised, but in art for man"s sake she already discovered n.o.ble possibilities. But her very delight in her new pursuit made her think it right to limit her indulgence in it. Duty she conceived to be a painful effort necessarily, but writing was a pleasure; she therefore attended first conscientiously to her embroidery, and any other task she thought it right to perform, although her eager impatience to get back to her desk made each in turn a toil to her. Like many another earnest person, she mistook the things of no importance for things that matter because the doing of them cost her much; and it was the intellectual exercise, the delicate fancy work of her brain, a matter of enormous consequence, that she neglected. Not knowing that "_If a man love the labour of any trade, apart from any question of success or fame, the G.o.ds have called him_," she made the fitting of herself for the work of her life her last exercise at the tired end of the day. She rose early and went to bed late in order to gain a little more time to write, but never suspected that her delight in the effort to find expression for what was in her mind of itself proclaimed her one of the elect.