In his flippant way Sidney spoke the truth. He had an almost physical repugnance for his fathers" ways of looking at things.
"I think you"re the two most wicked people in the world," exclaimed Addie gravely.
"We are," said Sidney lightly. "I wonder you consent to sit in the same box with us. How you can find my company endurable I can never make out."
Addie"s lovely face flushed; and her lip quivered a little.
"It"s your friend who"s the wickeder of the two," pursued Sidney, "for she"s in earnest, and I"m not. Life"s too short for us to take the world"s troubles on our shoulders, not to speak of the unborn millions. A little light and joy, the flush of sunset or of a lovely woman"s face, a fleeting strain of melody, the scent of a rose, the flavour of old wine, the flash of a jest, and, ah, yes, a cup of coffee--here"s yours, Miss Ansell--that"s the most we can hope for in life. Let us start a religion with one commandment, "Enjoy thyself.""
"That religion has too many disciples already," said Esther, stirring her coffee.
"Then why not start it if you wish to reform the world?" asked Sidney.
"All religions survive merely by being broken. With only one commandment to break, everybody would jump at the chance. But so long as you tell people they mustn"t enjoy themselves, they will. It"s human nature, and you can"t alter that by Act of Parliament or Confession of Faith. Christ ran amuck at human nature, and human nature celebrates his birthday with pantomimes."
"Christ understood human nature better than the modern young man,"
said Esther scathingly, "and the proof lies in the almost limitless impress he has left on history."
"Oh, that was a fluke," said Sidney lightly. "His real influence is only superficial. Scratch the Christian and you find the pagan--spoiled."
"He divined by genius what science is slowly finding out," said Esther, "when he said, "Forgive them, for they know not what they do.""
Sidney laughed heartily. "That seems to be your King Charles"s head, seeing divinations of modern science in all the old ideas. Personally I honour him for discovering that the Sabbath was made for man, not man for the Sabbath. Strange he should have stopped half-way to the truth."
"What is the truth?" asked Addie curiously.
"Why, that morality was made for man, not man for morality," said Sidney. "That chimera of meaningless virtue which the Hebrew has brought into the world is the last monster left to slay. The Hebrew view of life is too one-sided. The Bible is a literature without a laugh in it. Even Raphael thinks the great Radical of Galilee carried spirituality too far."
"Yes, he thinks he would have been reconciled to the Jewish doctors, and would have understood them better," said Addie, "only he died so young."
"That"s a good way of putting it," said Sidney admiringly. "One can see Raphael is my cousin, despite his religious aberrations. It opens up new historical vistas. Only it is just like Raphael to find excuses for everybody, and Judaism in everything. I am sure he considers the devil a good Jew at heart. If he admits any moral obliquity in him, he puts it down to the climate."
This made Esther laugh outright, even while there were tears for Raphael in the laugh. Sidney"s intellectual fascination rea.s.serted itself over her; there seemed something inspiring in standing with him on the free heights that left all the clogging vapours and fogs of moral problems somewhere below, where the sun shone and the clear wind blew, and talk was a game of bowls with Puritan ideals for ninepins.
He went on amusing her till the curtain rose, with a pretended theory of Mohammedology which he was working at. Just as for the Christian apologist the Old Testament was full of hints of the New, so he contended was the New Testament full of foreshadowings of the Koran, and he cited as a most convincing text, "In heaven there shall be no marrying, nor giving in marriage." He professed to think Mohammedanism was the dark horse that would come to the front in the race of religions, and win in the West, as it had won in the East.
"There"s a man staring dreadfully at you, Esther," said Addie, when the curtain fell on the second act.
"Nonsense," said Esther, reluctantly returning from the realities of the play to the insipidities of actual life. "Whoever it is, it must be at you."
She looked affectionately at the great glorious creature at her side, tall and stately, with that winning gentleness of expression which spiritualises the most voluptuous beauty.
Addie wore pale sea-green, and there were lilies of the valley at her bosom, and a diamond star in her hair. No man could admire her more than Esther, who felt quite vain of her friend"s beauty, and happy to bask in its reflected sunshine. Sidney followed her glance, and his cousin"s charms struck him with almost novel freshness. He was so much with Addie that he always took her for granted. The semi-unconscious liking he had for her society was based on other than physical traits.
He let his eyes rest upon her for a moment in half-surprised appreciation, figuring her as half-bud, half-blossom. Really, if Addie had not been his cousin--and a Jewess! She was not much of a cousin when he came to cipher it out, but then she was a good deal of a Jewess.
"I"m sure it"s you he"s staring at," persisted Addie.
"Don"t be ridiculous!" persisted Esther. "Which man do you mean?"
"There! The fifth row of stalls, the one, two, four, seven--the seventh man from the end. He"s been looking at you all through, but now he"s gone in for a good long stare. There! next to that pretty girl in pink."
"Do you mean the young man with the dyed carnation in his b.u.t.tonhole and the crimson handkerchief in his bosom?"
"Yes, that"s the one. Do you know him?"
"No," said Esther, lowering her eyes and looking away. But when Addie informed her that the young man had renewed his attentions to the girl in pink, she levelled her opera-gla.s.s at him. Then she shook her head.
"There seems something familiar about his face, but I cannot for the life of me recall who it is."
"The "something familiar about his face" is his nose," said Addie, laughing, "for it is emphatically Jewish."
"At that rate," said Sidney, "nearly half the theatre would be familiar, including a goodly proportion of the critics, and Hamlet and Ophelia themselves. But I know the fellow."
"You do? Who is he?" asked the girls eagerly.
"I don"t know. He"s one of the mashers of the _Frivolity_. I"m another, and so we often meet. But we never speak as we pa.s.s by. To tell the truth, I resent him."
"It"s wonderful how fond Jews are of the theatre," said Esther, "and how they resent other Jews going."
"Thank you," said Sidney. "But as I am not a Jew, the arrow glances off."
"Not a Jew?" repeated Esther in amaze.
"No. Not in the current sense. I always deny I"m a Jew."
"How do you justify that?" said Addie incredulously.
"Because it would be a lie to say I was. It would be to produce a false impression. The conception of a Jew in the mind of the average Christian is a mixture of f.a.gin, Shylock, Rothschild, and the caricatures of the American comic papers. I am certainly not like that, and I"m not going to tell a lie and say I am. In conversation always think of your audience. It takes two to make a truth. If an honest man told an old lady he was an atheist, that would be a lie, for to her it would mean he was a dissolute reprobate. To call myself Abrahams would be to live a daily lie. I am not a bit like the picture called up by Abrahams. Graham is a far truer expression of myself."
"Extremely ingenious," said Esther, smiling. "But ought you not rather to utilise yourself for the correction of the portrait of Abrahams?"
Sidney shrugged his shoulders.
"Why should I subject myself to petty martyrdom for the sake of an outworn creed and a decaying sect?"
"We are not decaying," said Addie indignantly.
"Personally you are blossoming," said Sidney, with a mock bow. "But n.o.body can deny that our recent religious history has been a series of dissolving views. Look at that young masher there, who is still ogling your fascinating friend, rather, I suspect, to the annoyance of the young lady in pink, and compare him with the old hard-sh.e.l.l Jew. When I was a lad named Abrahams, painfully training in the way I wasn"t going to go, I got an insight into the lives of my ancestors. Think of the people who built up the Jewish Prayer-Book, who added line to line and precept to precept, and whose whole thought was intertwined with religion; and then look at that young fellow with the dyed carnation and the crimson silk handkerchief, who probably drives a drag to the Derby, and for aught I know runs a music-hall. It seems almost incredible he should come of that Puritan old stock!"
"Not at all," said Esther. "If you knew more of our history, you would see it is quite normal. We were always hankering after the G.o.ds of the heathen, and we always loved magnificence--remember our Temples. In every land we have produced great merchants and rulers, prime ministers, viziers, n.o.bles. We built castles in Spain (solid ones) and palaces in Venice. We have had saints and sinners, free-livers and ascetics, martyrs and money-lenders. "Polarity" Graetz calls the self-contradiction which runs through our history. I figure the Jew as the eldest-born of Time, touching the Creation and reaching forward into the Future, the true _blase_ of the universe--the Wandering Jew who has been everywhere, seen everything, done everything, led everything, thought everything, and--suffered everything."
"Bravo! Quite a bit of Beaconsfieldian fustian," said Sidney, laughing yet astonished. "One would think you were anxious to a.s.sert yourself against the ancient peerage of this mushroom realm!"
"It is the bare historical truth," said Esther quietly. "We are so ignorant of our own history--can we wonder at the world"s ignorance of it? Think of the part the Jew has played: Moses giving the world its morality, Jesus its religion, Isaiah its millennial visions, Spinoza its cosmic philosophy, Ricardo its political economy, Karl Marx and La.s.salle its Socialism, Heine its loveliest poetry, Mendelssohn its most restful music, Rachel its supreme acting; and then think of the stock Jew of the American comic papers! There lies the real comedy, too deep for laughter."
"Yes; but most of the Jews you mention were outcasts or apostates,"
retorted Sidney. "There lies the real tragedy, too deep for tears. Ah!
Heine summed it up best: "Judaism is not a religion--it is a misfortune." But do you wonder at the intolerance of every nation towards its Jews? It is a form of homage. Tolerate them, and they spell "Success"--and patriotism is an ineradicable prejudice. Since when have you developed this extraordinary enthusiasm for Jewish history? I always thought you were an anti-Semite."
Esther blushed, and meditatively sniffed at her bouquet, but fortunately the rise of the curtain relieved her of the necessity for a reply. It was only a temporary relief, however, for the quizzical young artist returned to the subject immediately the act was over.
"I know you"re in charge of the aesthetic department of the _Flag_," he said. "I had no idea you wrote the leaders."