"Mr. Finn"--she shook hands with him--"I hope you"re proud of your son." And then she shook hands with Jane and Barney Bill. "I"m glad to meet such old friends of Paul." And to Paul, as he held the door open, she said, her clear kind eyes full on him, "Remember, we want men in England."
"Thank G.o.d, we"ve got women," said he, with lips from which he could not keep a sudden quiver.
He closed the door and came up to his father standing on the hearthrug.
"And now, why shouldn"t I speak? Why shouldn"t I be an honest man instead of an impostor?"
"Out of pity for me, my son."
"Pity? Why, what harm would it do you? There"s nothing dishonourable in father and son fighting an election." He laughed without much mirth.
"It"s what some people would call sporting. As for me, personally, I don"t see why you should be ashamed of owning me. My record is clean enough."
"But mine isn"t, Paul," said Silas mournfully.
For the first time Paul bowed his head. "I"m sorry," said he. "I forgot." Then he raised it again. "But that"s all over and buried in the past."
"It may be unburied."
"How?"
"Don"t you see?" cried Jane. "Even I can. If you spring your relationship upon the public, it will create an enormous sensation--it will set the place on fire with curiosity. They"ll dig up everything they can about you--everything they can about him. Oh, Paul, don"t you see.
"It"s up agin a man, sonny," said Barney Bill, limping towards them, "it"s up agin a candidate, you understand, him not being a Fenian or a Irish patriot, that he"s been in gaol. Penal servitude ain"t a nice state of life to be reminded of, sonny. Whereas if you leaves things as they is, n.o.body"s going to ask no questions."
"That"s my point," said Silas Finn.
Paul looked from one to the other, darkly. In a kind of dull fierce pa.s.sion he had made up his mind to clear himself before the world, to rend to tatters his garments of romance, to snap his fingers at the stars and destiny and such-like deluding toys, to stand a young Ajax defying the thunderbolts. Here came the first check.
"If they found out as how he"d done time, they"d find out for why,"
said Bill, c.o.c.king his head earnestly.
As Paul, engaged in sombre thought, made no reply, Silas turned away, his hands uplifted in supplication, and prayed aloud. He had sinned in giving way to his anger. He prostrated himself before the divine vengeance. If this was his apportioned punishment, might G.o.d give him meekness and strength to bear it. The tremulous, crying voice, the rapt, fanatical face, and the beseeching att.i.tude struck a bizarre note in the comfortable and worldly room. Supported on either side by Jane, helpless and anxious, and Barney Bill, crooked, wrinkled, with his close-cropped white hair and little liquid diamond eyes, still nervously tearing his hat-brim, he looked almost grotesque. To Paul he seemed less a man than a creation of another planet, with unknown and incalculable instincts and impulses, who had come to earth and with foolish hand had wiped out the meaning of existence. Yet he felt no resentment, but rather a weary pity for the stranger blundering through an unsympathetic world. As soon as there came a pause in the prayer, he said not ungently:
"The Almighty is not going to use me as an instrument to punish you, if I can help it. I quite appreciate your point. I"ll say nothing."
Barney Bill jerked his thumb towards the chair where the Princess had been sitting:
"She won"t give it away?"
Paul smiled sadly. "No, old man. She"ll keep it to herself."
That marked the end of the interview. Paul accompanied the three downstairs.
"I meant to act for the best, Paul," said Silas piteously, on parting.
"Tell me that I haven"t made you my enemy."
"G.o.d forbid," said Paul.
He went slowly up to his room again and threw himself in his writing chair. His eye fell upon the notes on the sheet of foolscap. The Radical candidate having been chosen, they were no longer relevant to his speech. He crumpled up the paper and threw it into the waste-paper basket. His speech! He held his head in both hands. A couple of hours hence he would be addressing a vast audience, the centre of the hopes of thousands of his fellow countrymen. The thought beat upon his brain.
He had had the common nightmare of standing with conductor"s baton in front of a mighty orchestra and being paralyzed by sense of impotence.
No less a nightmare was his present position. A couple of hours ago he was athrill with confidence and joy of battle. But then he was a different man. The morning stars, the stars of his destiny, sang together in the ever-deepening glamour of the Vision Splendid. He was entering into the lists of Camelot to fight for his Princess. He was the Mysterious Knight, parented in fairy-far Avilion, the Fortunate Youth, the Awakener of England. Now he was but a base-born young man who had attained a high position by false pretences; an ordinary adventurer with a glib tongue; a self-educated, self-seeking, commonplace fellow. At least, so he saw himself in his Princess"s eyes.
And he had meant that she should thus behold him. No longer was he entering lists to fight for her. For what hopeless purpose was he entering them? To awaken England? The awakener must have his heart full of dreams and visions and glamour and joy and throbbing life; and in his heart there was death.
He drew out the little cornelian talisman at the end of his watch-chain and looked at it bitterly. It was but a mocking symbol of illusion. He unhooked it and laid it on the table. He would carry it about with him no longer. He would throw it away.
Ursula Winwood quietly entered the room.
"You must come down and have something to eat before the meeting."
Paul rose. "I don"t want anything, thank you, Miss Winwood."
"But James and I do. So come and join us."
"Are you coming to the meeting?" he asked in surprise.
"Of course." She lifted her eyebrows. "Why not?"
"After what you have heard?"
"All the more reason for us to go." She smiled as she had smiled on that memorable evening six years ago when she had stood with the horrible p.a.w.n-ticket in her hand. "James has to support the Party. I have to support you. James will do the same as I in a day or two. Just give him time. His mind doesn"t work very quickly, not as quickly as a woman"s. Come," she said. "When we have a breathing s.p.a.ce you can tell me all about it. But in the meantime I"m pretty sure I understand."
"How can you?" he asked wearily. "You have other traditions."
"I don"t know about traditions; but I don"t give my love and take it away again. I set rather too much value on it. I understand because I love you."
"Others with the same traditions can"t understand."
"I"m not proposing to marry you," she said bluntly. "That makes a difference."
"It does," said he, meeting her eyes unflinchingly.
"If you weren"t a brave man, I shouldn"t say such a thing to you.
Anyhow I understand you"re the last man in the world who should take me for a fool."
"My G.o.d!" said Paul in a choky voice. "What can I do to thank you?"
"Win the election."
"You are still my dearest lady--my very very dearest lady," said he.
Her shrewd eyes fell upon the cornelian heart. She picked it up and held it out to him on her plump palm.
"Why have you taken this off your watch-chain?"
"It"s a little false G.o.d," said he.
"It"s the first thing yon asked for when you recovered from your illness. You said you had kept it since you were a tiny boy. See? I remember. You set great value on it then?"
"I believed in it," said Paul.