"Don"t be so sure. Come and take me a turn in the lime avenue before lunch."
The two disappeared. James followed them. Marcia, full of disquiet, was going off to find Lady Coryston when Coryston stopped her.
"I say, Marcia--it"s true--isn"t it? You"re engaged to Newbury?"
She turned proudly, confronting him.
"I am."
"I"m not going to congratulate you!" he said, vehemently. "I"ve got a deal to say to you. Will you allow me to say it?"
"Whenever you like," said Marcia, indifferently.
Coryston perched himself on the edge of a table beside her, looking down upon her, his hands thrust into his pockets.
"How much do you know of this Betts business?" he asked her, abruptly.
"A good deal--considering you sent Mrs. Betts to see me this morning!"
"Oh, she came, did she? Well, do you see any common sense, any justice, any Christianity in forcing that woman to leave her husband--in flinging her out to the wolves again, just as she has got into shelter?"
"In Edward"s view, Mr. Betts is not her husband," said Marcia, defiantly.
"You seem to forget that fact."
""Edward"s view"?" repeated Coryston, impatiently. "My dear, what"s Edward got to do with it? He"s not the law of the land. Let him follow his own law if he likes. But to tear up other people"s lives by the roots, in the name of some private particular species of law that you believe in and they don"t, is really too much--at this time of day. You ought to stop it, Marcia!--and you must!"
"Who"s tyrannizing now?" said Marcia. "Haven"t other people as good a right to live their beliefs as you?"
"Yes, so long as they don"t destroy other people in the process. Even I am not anarchist enough for that."
"Well," said Marcia, coolly, "the Newburys are making it disagreeable for Mr. and Mrs. Betts because they disapprove of them. And what else are you doing with mamma?"
She threw a triumphant look at her brother.
"Stuff and nonsense!" cried Coryston, jumping up. "The weakest "score" I ever heard. Don"t you know the difference between the things that are vital and the things that are superficial--between fighting opinions, and _destroying a life_, between tilting and boxing, however roughly--and _murdering_?"
He looked at her fiercely.
"Who talks of murdering!" The tone was scornful.
"I do! If the Newburys drive those two apart they will have a murder of souls on their conscience. And if you talked to that woman this morning you know it as well as I!"
Marcia faltered a little.
"They could still meet as friends."
"Yes, under the eyes of holy women!--spying lest any impropriety occur!
That"s the proposal, I understand. Of all the vile and cold-blooded suggestions!--"
And restraining himself with the utmost difficulty, as one might hang on to the curb of a bolting horse, Coryston stamped up and down the room, till speech was once more possible. Then he came to an abrupt pause before his sister.
"Are you really in love with this man, Marcia?"
So challenged, Marcia did not deign to answer. She merely looked up at Coryston, motionless, faintly smiling. He took his answer, dazzled at the same time by her emerging and developing beauty.
"Well, if you do love him," he said, slowly, "and he loves you, _make_ him have pity! Those two, also, love each other. That woman is a poor common little thing. She was a poor common little actress with no talent, before her first husband married her--she"s a common little actress now, even when she feels most deeply. You probably saw it, and it repelled you. _You_ can afford, you see, to keep a fine taste, and fastidious feelings! But if you tear her from that man, you kill all that"s good in her--you ruin all her miserable chances. That man"s raising her. Bit by bit he"ll stamp his own character into hers--because she loves him. And Betts himself, a great, silent, hard man, who has once in his life done a splendid thing!--forgotten himself head over ears for a woman--and is now doing his level best to make a good job of her--you Christians are going to reward him first by breaking his heart, and tearing his life-work to pieces!--G.o.d!--I wish your Master were here to tell you what He"d think of it!"
"You"re not His only interpreter!" cried Marcia, breathing quickly. "It"s in His name that Edward and his father are acting. You daren"t say--you daren"t _think_--that it"s for mere authority"s sake--mere domination"s sake!"
Coryston eyed her in silence a little.
"No use in arguing this thing on its merits," he said, curtly, at last.
"You don"t know enough about it, and Newbury and I shouldn"t have a single premise in common. But I just warn you and him--it"s a ticklish game playing with a pair of human lives like these. They are sensitive, excitable people--I don"t threaten--I only say--_take care_!"
""Game," "play"--what silly words to use about such men as Edward and his father, in such a matter!" said Marcia as she rose, breathing contempt. "I shall talk to Edward--I promised Mrs. Betts. But I suppose, Corry, it"s no good saying, to begin with, that when you talk of tyranny, you seem to _me_ at any rate, the best tyrant of the lot."
The girl stood with her head thrown back, challenging her brother, her whole slender form poised for battle.
Coryston shook his head.
"Nonsense! I play the gadfly--to all the tyrants." "_A tyrant_,"
repeated his sister, steadily. "And an unkind wretch into the bargain! I was engaged--yesterday--and have you said one nice, brotherly word to me?"
Her lips trembled. Coryston turned away.
"You are giving yourself to the forces of reaction," he said, between his teeth, "the forces that are everywhere fighting liberty--whether in the individual--or the State. Only, unfortunately "--he turned with a smile, the sudden gaiety of which fairly startled his sister--"as far as matrimony is concerned, I seem to be doing precisely the same thing myself."
"Corry! what on earth do you mean?"
"Ah! wouldn"t you like to know? Perhaps you will some day," said Coryston, with a provoking look. "Where"s my hat?" He looked round him for the battered article that served him for head-gear. "Well, good-by, Marcia. If you can pull this thing off with your young man, I"m your servant and his.
I"d even grovel to Lord William. The letter I wrote him was a pretty stiff doc.u.ment, I admit. If not--"
"Well, if not?"
"War!" was the short reply, as her brother made for the door.
Then suddenly he came back to say:
"Keep an eye on mother. As far as Arthur"s concerned--she"s dangerous. She hasn"t the smallest intention of letting him marry that girl. And here too it"ll be a case of meddling with forces you don"t understand. Keep me informed."
"Yes--if you promise to help him--and her--to break it off," said Marcia, firmly.
Coryston slowly shook his head; and went.
Meanwhile Lady Coryston, having shaken off all companions, had betaken herself for greater privacy to a solitary walk. She desired to see neither children nor friends nor servants till she had made up her mind what she was going to do. As generally happened with her in the bad moments of life, the revelation of what threatened her had steeled and nerved her to a surprising degree. Her stately indoor dress had been exchanged for a short tweed gown, and, as she walked briskly along, her white hair framed in the drawn hood of black silk which she wore habitually on country walks, she had still a wonderful air of youth, and indeed she had never felt herself more vigorous, more alert. Occasionally a strange sense of subterranean peril made itself felt in the upper regions of the mind, caused by something she never stopped to a.n.a.lyze. It was not without kinship with the feeling of the gambler who has been lucky too long, and knows that the next stroke may--probably will--end it, and bring down the poised ruin. But it made no difference whatever to the gradual forging of her plan and the clearness of her resolve.
So now she understood all that during the two preceding months had increasingly perplexed her. Arthur had been laid hands on by the temptress just before his maiden speech in Parliament, and had done no good ever since. At the time when his mother had inflicted a social stigma as public as she could make it on a Minister who in her eyes deserved impeachment, by refusing to go through even the ordinary conventions of allowing him to arm her down to dinner and take his seat beside her at a large London party, Arthur was courting the daughter of the criminal; and the daughter was no doubt looking forward with glee to the moment of her equally public triumph over his mother. Lady Coryston remembered the large mocking eyes of Enid Glenwilliam, as seen amid the shadows of a dark drawing-room, about a fortnight later than the dinner-party, when with a consistency which seemed to her natural, and also from a wish to spare the girl"s feelings, she had declined to be introduced, at the suggestion of another blundering hostess, to Glenwilliam"s daughter. And all the time--all the time--the handsome, repellent creature was holding Arthur"s life and Arthur"s career in the hollow of her hand!