Drake laughed merrily at her delicious duplicity and could hardly resist an impulse to take her in his arms and kiss her. Meantime his friends were slapping him on the back and people were crushing up to offer him congratulations. He turned to take his horse into the Paddock, and Lord Robert took Glory down after him. The trainer and jockey were there, looking proud and happy, and Drake, with a pale and triumphant face, was walking the great creature about as if reluctant to part with it. It was breathing heavily, and sweat stood in drops on its throat, head, and ears.
"Oh, you beauty! How I should love to ride you!" said Glory.
"But dare you?" said Drake.
"Dare I! Only give me the chance."
"I will, by----I will, or it won"t be my fault."
Somebody brought champagne and Glory had to drink a b.u.mper to "the best horse of the century, bar none." Then her gla.s.s was filled afresh and she had to drink to the owner, "the best fellow on earth, bar none," and again she was compelled to drink "to the best bit of history ever made at Epsom, bar none." With that she was excused while the men drank at Drake"s proposal "to the loveliest, liveliest, leeriest little woman in the world, G.o.d bless her!" and she hid her face in her hands and said with a merry laugh:
"Tell me when it"s over, boys, and I"ll come again."
After Drake had despatched telegrams and been bombarded by interviewers, he led the way back to the coach on the Hill, and the company prepared for their return. The sun had now gone, a thick veil of stagnant clouds had gathered over it, the sky looked sulky, and Glory"s head tad begun to ache between the eyes. Rosa was to go home by train in order to reach her office early, and Glory half wished to accompany her. But an understudy was to play her part that night and she had no excuse. The coach wormed its way through the close pack of vehicles at the top of the Hill and began to follow the ebbing tide of humanity back to London.
"But what about my pair of gloves?"
"Oh, you"re a hard man, reaping where you have not sowed and gathering----"
"There, then, we"re quits," said Drake, leaning over from the box seat and s.n.a.t.c.hing a kiss of her. It was now clear that he had been drinking a good deal.
V.
Before the race had been run, a solitary man with a dog at his heels had crossed the Downs on his way back to the railway station. Jealousy and rage possessed his heart between them, but he would not recognise these pa.s.sions; he believed his emotions to be horror and pity and shame.
John Storm had seen Glory on the race-course, in Drake"s company, under Drake"s protection: he proud and triumphant, she bright and gay and happy.
"O Lord, help me! Help me, O Lord!"
"And now, dragging along the road, in his mind"s eye he saw her again as the victim of this man, his plaything, his pastime to takeup or leave--no better than any of the women about her, and where they were going she would go also. Some day he would find her where he had found others--outcast, deserted, forlorn, lost; down in the trough of life, a thing of loathing and contempt!
"O Lord, help her! Help her, O Lord!"
There were few pa.s.sengers by the train going back to London, nearly all traffic at this hour being the other way, and there was no one else in the compartment he occupied. He threw himself down in a corner, consumed with indignation and a strange sense of dishonour. Again he saw her bright eyes, her red lips--the glow of her whole radiant face and a paroxysm of jealousy tore his heart to pieces. Glory was his. Though a bottomless abyss was yawning between them, her soul belonged to him, and a great upheaval of hatred for the man who possessed her body surged up to his throat. Against all this his pride as well as his religion rebelled. He crushed it down, and tried to turn his mind to another current of ideas. How could he save her? If she should go down to perdition, his remorse would be worse to bear than flames of fire and brimstone. The more unworthy she was, the more reason he should strive to rescue her soul from the pangs of eternal torment.
The rattling of the carriage broke in upon these visions, and he got up and paced to and fro like a bear in a cage. And, like a bear with its slow, strong grip, he seemed to be holding her in his wrath and saying: "You shall not destroy yourself; you shall not, you shall not, for I, I, I forbid it!" Then he sank back in his seat, exhausted by the conflict which made his soul a battlefield of spiritual and sensual pa.s.sions.
Every limb shook and quivered. He began to be afraid of himself, and he felt an impulse to fly away somewhere. When he alighted at Victoria his teeth were chattering, although the atmosphere was stifling and the sky was now heavy with black and lowering clouds.
To avoid the eyes of the people who usually followed him in the streets, he cut through a narrow thoroughfare and went back to Brown"s Square by way of the park. But the park was like a vast camp. Thousands of people seemed to cover the gra.s.s as far as the eye could reach, and droves of workmen, followed by their wives and children, were trudging to other open s.p.a.ces farther out. It was the panic terror. Afterward it was calculated that fifty thousand persons from all parts of London had quitted the doomed city that day to await the expected catastrophe under the open sky.
The look of fierce pa.s.sion had faded from his face by the time he reached his church, but there another ordeal awaited him. Though it still wanted an hour of the time of evening service a great crowd had gathered in the square. He tried to escape observation, but the people pressed upon him, some to shake his hand, others to touch his ca.s.sock, and many to kneel at his feet and even to cover them with kisses. With a sense of shame and hypocrisy he disengaged himself at length, and joined Brother Andrew in the sacristy. The simple fellow was full of marvellous stories. There had been wondrous manifestations of the workings of the Holy Spirit during the day. The knocker-up, who was a lame man, had shaken hands with the Father on his way home that morning, and now he had thrown away his stick and was walking firmly and praising G.o.d.
The church was large and rectangular and plain, and looked a well-used edifice, open every day and all day. The congregation was visibly excited, but the service appeared to calm them. The ritual was full, with procession and incense, but without vestments, and otherwise monastic in its severity. John Storm preached. The epistle for the day had been from First Corinthians, and he took his text from that source also: "Deliver him up to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, that the spirit may be saved in the day of the Lord."
People said afterward that they had never heard anything like that sermon. It was delivered in a voice that was low and tremulous with emotion. The subject was love. Love was the first inheritance that G.o.d had given to his creatures--the purest and highest, the sweetest and best. But man had degraded and debased it, at the temptation of Satan and the l.u.s.t of the world. The expulsion of our first parents from Eden was only the poetic figure of what had happened through all the ages. It was happening now--and London, the modern Sodom, would as surely pay its penalty as did the cities of the ancient East. No need to think of flood or fire or tempest--of any given day or hour. The judgment that would fall on England, like the plagues that fell on Egypt, would be of a kind with the offence. She had wronged the spirit of love, and who knows but G.o.d would punish her by taking out of the family of man the pa.s.sion by which she fell, lifting it away with all that pertained to it--good and bad, spiritual and sensual, holy and corrupt?
The burning heat clouds of the day seemed to have descended into the church, and in the gathering darkness the preacher, his face just visible, with its eyes full of smouldering fire, drew an awful picture of the world under the effects of such a curse. A place without unselfishness, without self-sacrifice, without heroism, without chivalry, without loyalty, without laughter, and without children!
Every man standing alone, isolated, self-centred, self-cursed, outlawed, loveless, marriageless, going headlong to degeneracy and death! Such might be G.o.d"s punishment on this cruel and wicked city for its sensual sins.
Then the preacher lost control of his imagination and swept his hearers along with him as he fabricated horrible fancies. The people were terror-stricken, and not until the last hymn was given out did they recover the colour of their blanched faces. Then they sang as with one voice, and after the benediction had been p.r.o.nounced and they were surging down the aisles in close packs, they started the hymn again.
Even when they had left the church they could not disperse. Out in the square were the thousands who had not been able to get inside the doors, and every moment the vast proportions of the crowd were swelled. The ground was covered, the windows round about were thrown up and full of faces, and people had clambered on to the railings of the church, and even on to the roofs of the houses.
Somebody went to the sacristy and told the Father what was happening outside. He was now like a man beside himself, and going out on to the steps of the church where he could be seen by all, he lifted his hands and p.r.o.nounced a prayer in a sonorous and fervent voice:
"How long, O Lord, how long? From the bosom of G.o.d, where thou reposest, look down on the world where thou didst walk as a man. Didst thou not teach us to pray "Thy kingdom come"? Didst thou not say thy kingdom was near; that some who stood with thee should not taste of death till they had seen it come with power; that when it came the poor should be blessed, the hungry should be fed, the blind should see, the heavy-laden should find rest, and the will of thy Father should be done on earth even as it is done in heaven? But nigh upon two thousand years lave gone, O Lord, and thy kingdom hath not come. In thy name now doth the Pharisee give alms in the streets to the sound of a trumpet going before him. In thy name now doth the Levite pa.s.s by on the other side when a man has fallen among thieves. In thy name now doth the priest buy and sell the glad tidings of the kingdom, giving for the gospel of G.o.d the commandments of men, living in rich men"s houses, faring sumptuously every day, praying with his lips, "Give us this day our daily bread,"
but saying to his; soul: "Soul, thou hast much goods laid up for many years; take thine ease, eat, drink, and be merry." How long, O Lord, how long?"
Hardly had John Storm stepped back when the heavy clouds broke into mutterings of thunder. So low were the sounds at first that in the general tumult they were scarcely noticed; but they came again and again, louder and louder with every fresh reverberation, and then the excitement of the people became intense and terrible. It was as if the heavens themselves had spoken to give sign and a.s.surance of the calamity that had been foretold.
First a woman began to scream as if in the pains of labour. Then a young girl cried out for mercy, and accused herself of countless and nameless offences. Then the entire crowd seemed to burst into sobs and moans and agonizing expressions of despair, mingled with shouts of wild laughter and mad thanksgiving. "Pardon, pardon!" "O Jesus, save me!" "O Saviour of sinners!" "O G.o.d, have mercy upon me!" "O my heart, my heart!" Some threw themselves on the ground, stiff and motionless and insensible as dead men. Others stood over the stricken people and prayed for their relief from the power of Satan. Others fell into convulsions, and yet others, with wild and staring eyes, rejoiced in their own salvation.
It was now almost dark and some of the people who had been out to the Derby were returning home in their gigs and coster"s carts, laughing, singing, and nearly all of them drunk. There were wild encounters. A young soldier (it was Charlie Wilkes) came upon Pincher the p.a.w.nbroker.
"Wot tcher, myte? Wot"s yer amoosemint now?"
"Silence, you evil liver, you gambler, you son of Belial!"
"Stou thet now--d"ye want a kepple er black eyes or a pench on the nowze?"
At nine o"clock the police of Westminster, being unable to disperse the crowd, seat to Scotland Yard for the mounted constabulary.
VI.
Meantime the man who was the first cause of the tumult sat alone in his cell-like chamber under the church, a bare room without carpet or rug, and having no furniture except a block bed, a small washstand, two chairs, a table, a prayer stool and crucifix, and a print of the Virgin and Child. He heard the singing of the people outside, but it brought him neither inspiration nor comfort. Nature could no longer withstand the strain he had put upon it, and he was in deep dejection. It was one of those moments of revulsion which comes to the strongest soul when at the crown or near the crown of his expectations he asks himself, "What is the good?" A flood of tender recollections was coming over him. He was thinking of the past, the happy past, the past of love and innocence which he had spent with Glory, of the little green isle in the Irish Sea, and of all the sweetness of the days they had pa.s.sed together before she had fallen to the temptations of the world and he had become the victim of his hard if lofty fate. Oh, why had he denied himself the joys that came to all others? To what end had he given up the rewards of life which the poorest and the weakest and the meanest of men may share?
Love, woman"s love, why had he turned his back upon it? Why had he sacrificed himself? O G.o.d, if, indeed, it were all in vain!
Brother Andrew put his head in at the half-open door. His brother, the p.a.w.nbroker, was there and had something to say to the Father. Pincher"s face looked over Andrew"s shoulder. The muscles of the man"s eyes were convulsed by religious mania.
"I"ve just sold my biziness, sir, and we "aven"t a roof to cover us now!" he cried, in the tone of one who had done something heroic.
John asked him what was to become of his mother.
"Lor", sir, ain"t it the beginning of the end? That"s the gawspel, ain"t it? "The foxes hev "oles and the birds of the air hev nests----""
And then close behind the man, interrupting him and pushing him aside, there came another with fixed and staring eyes, crying: "Look "ere, Father! Look! Twenty years I "obbled on a stick, and look at me now!
Praise the Lawd, I"m cured, en" no bloomin" errer! I"m a brand as was plucked from the burnin" when my werry ends "ad caught the flames!
Praise the Lawd, amen!"
John rebuked them and turned them out of the room, but he was almost in as great a frenzy. When he had shut the door his mind went back to thoughts of Glory. She, too, was hurrying to the doom that was coming on all this wicked city. He had tried to save her from it, but he had failed. What could he do now? He felt a desire to do something, something else, something extraordinary.
Sitting on the end of the bed he began again to recall Glory"s face as he had seen it at the race-course. And now it came to him as a shock after his visions of her early girlhood. He thought there was a certain vulgarity in it which, he had not observed before--a slight coa.r.s.ening of its expression, an indescribable degeneracy even under the glow of its developed beauty. With her full red lips and curving throat and dancing eyes, she was smiling into the face of the man who was sitting by her side. Her smile was a significant smile, and the bright and eager look with which the man answered it was as full of meaning. He could read their thoughts. What had happened? Were all barriers broken down?
Was everything understood between them?