Tales of Unrest — 16 - The Return, part 5
I hope you see now the folly--the utter folly of wickedness, he began in a dull, solemn manner.
You must respect the conditions of your life or lose all it can give you.
All!
Everything!
He waved his arm once, and three exact replicas of his face, of his clothes, of his dull severity, of his solemn grief, repeated the wide gesture that in its comprehensive sweep indicated an infinity of moral sweetness, embraced the walls, the hangings, the whole house, all the crowd of houses outside, all the flimsy and inscrutable graves of the living, with their doors numbered like the doors of prison-cells, and as impenetrable as the granite of tombstones.
Yes!
Restraint, duty, fidelity--unswerving fidelity to what is expected of you.
This--only this--secures the reward, the peace.
Everything else we should labour to subdue--to destroy.
Its misfortune; its disease.
It is terrible--terrible.
We must not know anything about it--we neednt. It is our duty to ourselves--to others.
You do not live all alone in the world--and if you have no respect for the dignity of life, others have.
Life is a serious matter.
If you dont conform to the highest standards you are no one--its a kind of death.
Didnt this occur to you?
Youve only to look round you to see the truth of what I am saying.
Did you live without noticing anything, without understanding anything?
From a child you had examples before your eyes--you could see daily the beauty, the blessings of morality, of principles.
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His voice rose and fell pompously in a strange chant.
His eyes were still, his stare exalted and sullen; his face was set, was hard, was woodenly exulting over the grim inspiration that secretly possessed him, seethed within him, lifted him up into a stealthy frenzy of belief.
Now and then he would stretch out his right arm over her head, as it were, and he spoke down at that sinner from a height, and with a sense of avenging virtue, with a profound and pure joy as though he could from his steep pinnacle see every weighty word strike and hurt like a punishing stone.
Rigid principles--adherence to what is right, he finished after a pause.
What is right?
she said, distinctly, without uncovering her face.
Your mind is diseased!
he cried, upright and austere.
Such a question is rot--utter rot.
Look round you--theres your answer, if you only care to see.
Nothing that outrages the received beliefs can be right.
Your conscience tells you that.
They are the received beliefs because they are the best, the noblest, the only possible.
They survive.
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He could not help noticing with pleasure the philosophic breadth of his view, but he could not pause to enjoy it, for his inspiration, the call of august truth, carried him on.
You must respect the moral foundations of a society that has made you what you are.
Be true to it.
Thats duty--thats honour--thats honesty.
He felt a great glow within him, as though he had swallowed something hot.
He made a step nearer.
She sat up and looked at him with an ardour of expectation that stimulated his sense of the supreme importance of that moment.
And as if forgetting himself he raised his voice very much.
Whats right?
you ask me.
Think only.
What would you have been if you had gone off with that infernal vagabond?
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What would you have been?
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You!
My wife!
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He caught sight of himself in the pier glass, drawn up to his full height, and with a face so white that his eyes, at the distance, resembled the black cavities in a skull.
He saw himself as if about to launch imprecations, with arms uplifted above her bowed head.
He was ashamed of that unseemly posture, and put his hands in his pockets hurriedly.
She murmured faintly, as if to herself-- Ah!
What am I now?
As it happens you are still Mrs. Alvan Hervey--uncommonly lucky for you, let me tell you, he said in a conversational tone.
He walked up to the furthest corner of the room, and, turning back, saw her sitting very upright, her hands clasped on her lap, and with a lost, unswerving gaze of her eyes which stared unwinking like the eyes of the blind, at the crude gas flame, blazing and still, between the jaws of the bronze dragon.
He came up quite close to her, and straddling his legs a little, stood looking down at her face for some time without taking his hands out of his pockets.
He seemed to be turning over in his mind a heap of words, piecing his next speech out of an overpowering abundance of thoughts.
Youve tried me to the utmost, he said at last; and as soon as he said these words he lost his moral footing, and felt himself swept away from his pinnacle by a flood of passionate resentment against the bungling creature that had come so near to spoiling his life.
Yes; Ive been tried more than any man ought to be, he went on with righteous bitterness.
It was unfair.
What possessed you to?
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What possessed you?
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Write such a .
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After five years of perfect happiness!
Pon my word, no one would believe.
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Didnt you feel you couldnt?
Because you couldnt .
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it was impossible--you know.
Wasnt it?
Think.
Wasnt it?
It was impossible, she whispered, obediently.
This submissive assent given with such readiness did not soothe him, did not elate him; it gave him, inexplicably, that sense of terror we experience when in the midst of conditions we had learned to think absolutely safe we discover all at once the presence of a near and unsuspected danger.
It was impossible, of course!
He knew it.
She knew it.
She confessed it.
It was impossible!
That man knew it, too--as well as any one; couldnt help knowing it.
And yet those two had been engaged in a conspiracy against his peace--in a criminal enterprise for which there could be no sanction of belief within themselves.
There could not be!
There could not be!
And yet how near to .
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With a short thrill he saw himself an exiled forlorn figure in a realm of ungovernable, of unrestrained folly.
Nothing could be foreseen, foretold--guarded against.
And the sensation was intolerable, had something of the withering horror that may be conceived as following upon the utter extinction of all hope.
In the flash of thought the dishonouring episode seemed to disengage itself from everything actual, from earthly conditions, and even from earthly suffering; it became purely a terrifying knowledge, an annihilating knowledge of a blind and infernal force.
Something desperate and vague, a flicker of an insane desire to abase himself before the mysterious impulses of evil, to ask for mercy in some way, passed through his mind; and then came the idea, the persuasion, the certitude, that the evil must be forgotten--must be resolutely ignored to make life possible; that the knowledge must be kept out of mind, out of sight, like the knowledge of certain death is kept out of the daily existence of men.
He stiffened himself inwardly for the effort, and next moment it appeared very easy, amazingly feasible, if one only kept strictly to facts, gave ones mind to their perplexities and not to their meaning.
Becoming conscious of a long silence, he cleared his throat warningly, and said in a steady voice-- I am glad you feel this .
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uncommonly glad .
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you felt this in time.
For, dont you see .
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Unexpectedly he hesitated.
Yes .
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I see, she murmured.
Of course you would, he said, looking at the carpet and speaking like one who thinks of something else.
He lifted his head.
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cannot believe--even after this--even after this--that you are altogether--altogether .
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other than what I thought you.
It seems impossible--to me.
And to me, she breathed out.
Now--yes, he said, but this morning?
And to-morrow?
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This is what .
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He started at the drift of his words and broke off abruptly.
Every train of thought seemed to lead into the hopeless realm of ungovernable folly, to recall the knowledge and the terror of forces that must be ignored.
He said rapidly-- My position is very painful--difficult .
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I feel .
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He looked at her fixedly with a pained air, as though frightfully oppressed by a sudden inability to express his pent-up ideas.
I am ready to go, she said very low.
I have forfeited everything .
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to learn .
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to learn .
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Her chin fell on her breast; her voice died out in a sigh.
He made a slight gesture of impatient assent.
Yes!
Yes!
Its all very well .
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of course.
Forfeited--ah!
Morally forfeited--only morally forfeited .
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if I am to believe you .
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She startled him by jumping up.
Oh!
I believe, I believe, he said, hastily, and she sat down as suddenly as she had got up.
He went on gloomily-- Ive suffered--I suffer now.
You cant understand how much.
So much that when you propose a parting I almost think.
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But no. There is duty.
Youve forgotten it; I never did.
Before heaven, I never did.
But in a horrid exposure like this the judgment of mankind goes astray--at least for a time.
You see, you and I--at least I feel that--you and I are one before the world.
It is as it should be.
The world is right--in the main--or else it couldnt be--couldnt be--what it is.
And we are part of it.
We have our duty to--to our fellow beings who dont want to .
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He stammered.
She looked up at him with wide eyes, and her lips were slightly parted.
He went on mumbling-- .
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Pain.
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Indignation.
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Sure to misunderstand.
Ive suffered enough.
And if there has been nothing irreparable--as you assure me .
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then .
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Alvan!
she cried.
What?
he said, morosely.
He gazed down at her for a moment with a sombre stare, as one looks at ruins, at the devastation of some natural disaster.
Then, he continued after a short pause, the best thing is .
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the best for us .
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for every one.
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Yes .
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least pain--most unselfish.
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His voice faltered, and she heard only detached words.
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Duty.
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Burden.
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Ourselves.
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Silence.
A moment of perfect stillness ensued.
This is an appeal I am making to your conscience, he said, suddenly, in an explanatory tone, not to add to the wretchedness of all this: to try loyally and help me to live it down somehow.
Without any reservations--you know.
Loyally!
You cant deny Ive been cruelly wronged and--after all--my affection deserves .
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He paused with evident anxiety to hear her speak.
I make no reservations, she said, mournfully.
How could I?
I found myself out and came back to .
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her eyes flashed scornfully for an instant .
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to what--to what you propose.
You see .
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I .
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I can be trusted .
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now.
He listened to every word with profound attention, and when she ceased seemed to wait for more.
Is that all youve got to say?
he asked.
She was startled by his tone, and said faintly-- I spoke the truth.
What more can I say?
Confound it!
