Hehadbeenrestlessallthisweek,sincehisattempttoprosecutetrusteeship,uneasyinhisconsciencewhichwaseveracute,disturbedinhissenseofcompassionwhichwaseasilyexcited,andwithaqueersensationasifhisfeelingforbeautyhadreceivedsomedefiniteembodiment。Autumnwasgettingholdoftheoldoak-tree,itsleaveswerebrowning。Sunshinehadbeenplentifulandhotthissummer。Aswithtrees,sowithmen’slives!’Ioughttolivelong,’thoughtJolyon;’I’mgettingmildewedforwantofheat。IfIcan’twork,IshallbeofftoParis。’ButmemoryofParisgavehimnopleasure。Besides,howcouldhego?HemuststayandseewhatSoameswasgoingtodo。’I’mhertrustee。I
can’tleaveherunprotected,’hethought。IthadbeenstrikinghimascurioushowveryclearlyhecouldstillseeIreneinherlittledrawing-roomwhichhehadonlytwiceentered。Herbeautymusthaveasortofpoignantharmony!Noliteralportraitwouldeverdoherjustice;theessenceofherwas——ahIwhat?……Thenoiseofhoofscalledhimbacktotheotherwindow。Hollywasridingintotheyardonherlong-tailed’palfrey。’Shelookedupandhewavedtoher。Shehadbeenrathersilentlately;gettingold,hesupposed,beginningtowantherfuture,astheyalldid——youngsters!
Timewascertainlythedevil!Andwiththefeelingthattowastethisswift-travellingcommoditywasunforgivablefolly,hetookuphisbrush。Butitwasnouse;hecouldnotconcentratehiseye——
besides,thelightwasgoing。’I’llgouptotown,’hethought。
Inthehallaservantmethim。”Aladytoseeyou,sir;Mrs。Heron。”
Extraordinarycoincidence!Passingintothepicture-gallery,asitwasstillcalled,hesawIrenestandingoverbythewindow。
Shecametowardshimsaying:”I’vebeentrespassing;Icameupthroughthecoppiceandgarden。
IalwaysusedtocomethatwaytoseeUncleJolyon。””Youcouldn’ttrespasshere,”repliedJolyon;”historymakesthatimpossible。Iwasjustthinkingofyou。”
Irenesmiled。Anditwasasifsomethingshonethrough;notmerespirituality——serener,completer,morealluring。”History!”sheanswered;”IoncetoldUncleJolyonthatlovewasforever。Well,itisn’t。Onlyaversionlasts。”
Jolyonstaredather。HadshegotoverBosinneyatlast?”Yes!”hesaid,”aversion’sdeeperthanloveorhatebecauseit’sanaturalproductofthenerves,andwedon’tchangethem。””IcametotellyouthatSoameshasbeentoseeme。Hesaidathingthatfrightenedme。Hesaid:’Youarestillmywife!’””What!”ejaculatedJolyon。”Yououghtnottolivealone。”Andhecontinuedtostareather,afflictedbythethoughtthatwhereBeautywas,nothingeverranquitestraight,which,nodoubt,waswhysomanypeoplelookedonitasimmoral。”Whatmore?””Heaskedmetoshakehands。”Didyou?””Yes。WhenhecameinI’msurehedidn’twantto;hechangedwhilehewasthere。””Ah!youcertainlyoughtnottogoonlivingtherealone。””IknownowomanIcouldask;andIcan’ttakealovertoorder,CousinJolyon。””Heavenforbid!”saidJolyon。”Whatadamnableposition!Willyoustaytodinner?No?Well,letmeseeyoubacktotown;Iwantedtogoupthisevening。””Truly?””Truly。I’llbereadyinfiveminutes。”
Onthatwalktothestationtheytalkedofpicturesandmusic,contrastingtheEnglishandFrenchcharactersandthedifferenceintheirattitudetoArt。ButtoJolyonthecoloursinthehedgesofthelongstraightlane,thetwitteringofchaffincheswhokeptpacewiththem,theperfumeofweedsbeingalreadyburned,theturnofherneck,thefascinationofthosedarkeyesbentonhimnowandthen,thelureofherwholefigure,madeadeeperimpressionthantheremarkstheyexchanged。Unconsciouslyheheldhimselfstraighter,walkedwithamoreelasticstep。
Inthetrainheputherthroughasortofcatechismastowhatshedidwithherdays。
Madeherdresses,shopped,visitedahospital,playedherpiano,translatedfromtheFrench。
Shehadregularworkfromapublisher,itseemed,whichsupplementedherincomealittle。Sheseldomwentoutintheevening。”I’vebeenlivingalonesolong,yousee,thatIdon’tminditabit。IbelieveI’mnaturallysolitary。””Idon’tbelievethat,”saidJolyon。”Doyouknowmanypeople?””Veryfew。”
AtWaterlootheytookahansom,andhedrovewithhertothedoorofhermansions。Squeezingherhandatparting,hesaid:”Youknow,youcouldalwayscometousatRobinHill;youmustletmeknoweverythingthathappens。Good-bye,Irene。””Good-bye,”sheansweredsoftly。
Jolyonclimbedbackintohiscab,wonderingwhyhehadnotaskedhertodineandgotothetheatrewithhim。Solitary,starved,hung-uplifethatshehad!”HotchPotchClub,”hesaidthroughthetrap-door。AshishansomdebouchedontotheEmbankment,amanintop-hatandovercoatpassed,walkingquickly,soclosetothewallthatheseemedtobescrapingit。
’ByJove!’thoughtJolyon;’Soameshimself!What’sheuptonow?’
And,stoppingthecabroundthecorner,hegotoutandretracedhisstepstowherehecouldseetheentrancetothemansions。Soameshadhaltedinfrontofthem,andwaslookingupatthelightinherwindows。’Ifhegoesin,’thoughtJolyon,’whatshallIdo?WhathaveItherighttodo?’Whatthefellowhadsaidwastrue。Shewasstillhiswife,absolutelywithoutprotectionfromannoyance!
’Well,ifhegoesin,’hethought,’Ifollow。’Andhebeganmovingtowardsthemansions。AgainSoamesadvanced;hewasintheveryentrancenow。Butsuddenlyhestopped,spunroundonhisheel,andcamebacktowardstheriver。’Whatnow?’thoughtJolyon。’Inadozenstepshe’llrecogniseme。’Andheturnedtail。Hiscousin’sfootstepskeptpacewithhisown。Buthereachedhiscab,andgotinbeforeSoameshadturnedthecorner。”Goon!”hesaidthroughthetrap。Soames’figurerangedupalongside。”Hansom!”hesaid。”Engaged?Hallo!””Hallo!”answeredJolyon。”You?”
Thequicksuspiciononhiscousin’sface,whiteinthelamplight,decidedhim。”Icangiveyoualift,”hesaid,”ifyou’regoingWest。””Thanks,”answeredSoames,andgotin。”I’vebeenseeingIrene,”saidJolyonwhenthecabhadstarted。”Indeed!””Youwenttoseeheryesterdayyourself,Iunderstand。””Idid,”saidSoames;”she’smywife,youknow。”
Thetone,thehalf-liftedsneeringlip,rousedsuddenangerinJolyon;buthesubduedit。”Yououghttoknowbest,”hesaid,”butifyouwantadivorceit’snotverywisetogoseeingher,isit?Onecan’trunwiththehareandhuntwiththehounds?””You’reverygoodtowarnme,”saidSoames,”butIhavenotmadeupmymind。””Shehas,”saidJolyon,lookingstraightbeforehim;”youcan’ttakethingsup,youknow,astheyweretwelveyearsago。””Thatremainstobeseen。””Lookhere!”saidJolyon,”she’sinadamnableposition,andIamtheonlypersonwithanylegalsayinheraffairs。””Exceptmyself,”retortedSoames,”whoamalsoinadamnableposition。Hersiswhatshemadeforherself;minewhatshemadeforme。IamnotatallsurethatinherowninterestsIshan’trequirehertoreturntome。””What!”exclaimedJolyon;andashiverwentthroughhiswholebody。”Idon’tknowwhatyoumaymeanby’what,’”answeredSoamescoldly;”yoursayinheraffairsisconfinedtopayingoutherincome;
pleasebearthatinmind。Inchoosingnottodisgraceherbyadivorce,Iretainedmyrights,and,asIsay,IamnotatallsurethatIshan’trequiretoexercisethem。””MyGod!”ejaculatedJolyon,andheutteredashortlaugh。”Yes,”saidSoames,andtherewasadeadlyqualityinhisvoice。”I’venotforgottenthenicknameyourfathergaveme,’Themanofproperty’!I’mnotcallednamesfornothing。””Thisisfantastic,”murmuredJolyon。Well,thefellowcouldn’tforcehiswifetolivewithhim。Thosedayswerepast,anyway!