Indulgences are our recompenses, our rights, when we have obtained dominion and they have become our slaves; to be enjoyed only when, and for so long as, our wills permit. When you say a thing is _"plus fort que vous"_--then you had better throw up the sponge--you have lost the fight, and your indulgence will scourge you with a scorpion whip."
"You say this, and yet you are so far from being an ascetic!"
"As far as possible, I hope! They are self-acknowledged failures; they dare not permit themselves the smallest indulgence, they are weaklings afraid to enter the arena at all. To me they are at a stage further back than the sensualists--what are they accomplishing? They have withered nature, they are things of nought! A man or woman should realise what plane he or she is living on, and try to live to the highest of the best of the physical, mental and moral life on that plane, but not try to alter all its workings, and live as though in a different sphere altogether, where another scheme of nature obtained. It is colossal presumption in human beings to give examples to be followed, which, should they be followed, would end the human race. The Supreme Being will end it in His own time; it is not for us to usurp authority."
"You reason in this in the same way that you did about the smoking."
"Naturally--that is the only form of sensible reasoning. You must keep your judgment perfectly balanced and never let it be obscured by prejudice, tradition, custom, or anything but the actual common-sense view of the case."
"I think we English like that better than any other quality in people--common sense."
Verisschenzko looked away from her to a new stream of guests who had come out on the terrace--a splendid-looking group of tall young men and exquisite women.
"With all your faults you are a great nation, because although these latter years seem often to have destroyed the sense of duty in the individual in regard to his own life, the ingrained sense of it had become a habit and the habit still continues in regard to the community--you are not likely to have upheavals of great magnitude here.
Now all other countries are moved by different spirits, some by patriotism and gallantry like the French, some by superst.i.tion and ignorance worked on by mystic religion, as in my country--some by ruthless materialism like Germany; but that dull, solid sense of duty is purely English--and it is really a glorious thing."
Amaryllis thought how John represented it exactly!
"I feel that I want to do my duty," she said softly, "but..."
"Continue to feel that and Fate will show you the way. Now I must take you back to your husband whom I see in the distance there--he is with Harietta Boleski. I wonder what he thinks of her?"
"I have asked him! He says that she is so obvious as to be innocuous, and that he likes her clothes!"
Verisschenzko did not answer, and Amaryllis wondered if he agreed with John!
They had to pa.s.s along a corridor to reach the staircase, upon the landing of which they had seen Sir John and Madame Boleski leaning over the bal.u.s.trade, and when they got there they had moved on out of sight, so Verisschenzko, bowing, left Amaryllis with Lady de la Paule.
As he retraced his steps later on he saw Sir John Ardayre in earnest conversation with Lemon Bridges, the fashionable rising surgeon of the day. They stood in an alcove, and Verisschenzko"s alert intelligence was struck by the expression on John Ardayre"s face--it was so sad and resigned, as a brave man"s who has received death sentence. And as he pa.s.sed close to them he heard these words from John: "It is quite hopeless then--I feared so--"
He stopped his descent for a moment and looked again--and then a sudden illumination came into his yellow-green eyes, and he went on down the stairs.
"There is tragedy here--and how will it affect the Lady of my soul?"
He walked out of the House and into Pall Mall, and there by the Rag met Denzil Ardayre!
"We seem doomed to have unexpected meetings!" cried that young man delightedly. "Here I am only up for one night on regimental business, and I run into you!"
They walked on together, and Denzil went into the Ritz with Verisschenzko and they smoked in his sitting-room. They talked of many things for a long time--of the unrest in Europe and the clouds in the Southeast--of Denzil"s political aims--of things in general--and at last Verisschenzko said:
"I have just left your cousin and his wife at the German Emba.s.sy; they have now gone on to a ball. He makes an indulgent husband--I suppose the affair is going well?"
"Very well between them, I believe. That sickening cad Ferdinand is circulating rumours--that they can never have any children--but they are for his own ends. I must arrange to meet them when I come up next time--I hear that the family are enchanted with Amaryllis--"
"She is a thing of flesh and blood and flame--I could love her wildly did I think it were wise."
Denzil glanced sharply at his friend. He had not often known him to hesitate when attracted by a woman--
"What aspect does the unwisdom take?"
"Certain absorption--I have other and terribly important things to do.
The husband is most worthy--one wonders what the next few years will bring. Their temperaments must be as the poles.
"No one seems to think of temperament when he marries, or heredity, or anything, but just desire for the woman--or her money--or something quite outside the actual fact." Denzil lit another cigarette. "Marriage appears a perfect terror to me--how could one know one was going to continue to feel emotion towards some one who might prove to be the most awful physical or mental disappointment on intimate acquaintance? I believe _affaires de convenance_ selected with thought-out reasoning are the best."
Verisschenzko shrugged his shoulders.
"That is not necessary. If the brain is disciplined, it is in a condition to use its judgment, even when in love, and ought therefore to be able to resist the desire to mate if the woman"s character or tendencies are unsuitable, but most men"s brains are only disciplined in regard to mental things, and have no real control over their physical desires. I have been this morning with Stanisla.s.s Boleski--there is a case and a warning. Stanisla.s.s was a strong man with a splendid brain and immense ambition, but no dominion over his senses, so that Succubus has completely annihilated all force in him. He should have strangled her after the first _etreinte_ as I should have done, had I felt that she could ever have any power over me!"
Denzil smiled--Stepan was such a mixture of tenderness and complete savagery.
"I always thought the Russian character was the most headstrong and undisciplined in the world, and took what it desired regardless of costs.
But you belie it, old boy!"
"I early said to myself on looking at my countrymen--and especially my countrywomen--these people are half genius, half fool; they have all the qualities and ruin most of them through being slaves, not masters to their own desires. If with his qualities a Russian could be balanced and deductive, and rule his vagrant thoughts, to what height could he not attain!"
"And you have attained."
"I am on the road, but did not affairs of vital importance occupy me at the moment I might be capable of ancient excess!"
"It is as well for the head of the Ardayre family that you are occupied then!" and Denzil smiled, and then he said, his thoughts drifting back to what interested him most:
"You think Europe will be blazing soon, Stepan? I have wondered myself in the last month if this hectic peace could continue."
"It cannot. I am here upon business with great issues, but I must not speak of facts, and what I say now is not from my knowledge of current events, but from my study of etheric currents which the thoughts and actions of over-civilised generations have engendered. You do not cram a sh.e.l.l with high explosives and leave it among matches with impunity."
The two men looked at one another significantly, and then Denzil said:
"I think I will not retire from the old regiment yet--I shall wait another year."
"Yes--I would if I were you."
They smoked silently for a moment--Verisschenzko"s Calmuck face fixed and inscrutable and Denzil"s debonnaire English one usually grave.
"Some one told me that your friend, Madame Boleski, was having a tremendous success in London. I wish I could have got leave, I should like to have seen the whole thing."
"Harietta is enjoying her luck-moment; she is in her zenith. She has baffled me as to where she receives her information from--she is capable of betraying both sides to gain some material, and possibly trivial, end.
She is worth studying if you do come up, for she is unique. Most criminals have some stable point in immorality; Harietta is troubled by nothing fixed, no law of G.o.d or man means anything to her, she is only ruled by her sense of self-preservation. Her career is picturesque."
"Had she ever any children?"
Verisschenzko crossed himself.
"Heaven forbid! Think of watching Harietta"s instincts coming out in a child! Poor Stanisla.s.s is at least saved that!"
"What a terrible thought that would be to one! But no man thinks of such things in selecting a wife!"
"You will not marry yet--no?"