第66章 BOOK III:THE HEART OF MAN(19)

"That is true.I said nothing to him.He had the right to court her -and he did,you say;wrote:to her;imposed himself upon her,drove her mad with importunities she was forced to rebuke;and -and what else?There is something else.Tell me ;I will know it all."He was standing now,his feebleness all gone,passion in every lineament and his eye alive and feverish,with emotion."Tell me,"he repeated,with unrestrained vehemence."Tell me all.Kill me with sorrow but save me from being unjust.""He wrote her a letter;it frightened her.He followed it up by a visit -"Doris paused;the sentence hung suspended.She had heard a step -a hand on the door.

Orlando had entered the room.

XXXIII

ALONE

Oswald had heard nothing,seen nothing.But he took note of Doris'

silence,and turning towards her in frenzy saw what had happened,and so was in a measure prepared for the stern,short sentence which now rang through the room:

"Wait,Miss Scott!you tell the story badly.Let him listen to me.

>From my mouth only shall he hear the stern and seemingly unnatural part I played in this family tragedy."The face of Oswald hardened.Those pliant features -beloved for their gracious kindliness -set themselves in lines which altered them almost beyond recognition;but his voice was not without some of its natural sweetness,as,after a long and hollow look at the other's composed countenance,he abruptly exclaimed:

"Speak!I am bound to listen;you are my brother."Orlando turned towards Doris.She was slipping away.

"Don't go,"said he.

But she was gone.

Slowly he turned back.

Oswald raised his hand and checked the words with which he would have begun his story.

"Never mind the beginnings,"said he."Doris has told all that.

You saw Miss Challoner in Lenox -admired her -offered yourself to her and afterwards wrote her a threatening letter because she rejected you.""It is true.Other men have followed just such unworthy impulses -and been ashamed and sorry afterwards.I was sorry and I was ashamed,and as soon as my first anger was over went to tell her so.

But she mistook my purpose and -"

"And what?"

Orlando hesitated.Even his iron nature trembled before the misery he saw -a misery he was destined to augment rather than soothe.

With pains altogether out of keeping with his character,he sought in the recesses of his darkened mind for words less bitter and less abrupt than those which sprang involuntarily to his lips.But he did not find them.Though he pitied his brother and wished to show that he did,nothing but the stern language suitable to the stern fact he wished to impart,would leave his lips.

"And ended the pitiful struggle of the moment with one quick,unpremeditated blow,"was what he said."There is no other explanation possible for this act,Oswald.Bitter as it is for me to acknowledge it,I am thus far guilty of this beloved woman's death.But,as God hears me,from the moment I first saw her,to the moment I saw her last,I did not know,nor did I for a moment dream that she was anything to you or to any other man of my stamp and station.I thought she despised my country birth,my mechanical attempts,my lack of aristocratic pretensions and traditions.""Edith?"

"Now that I know she had other reasons for her contempt -that the words she wrote were in rebuke to the brother rather than to the man,I feel my guilt and deplore my anger.I cannot say more.Ishould but insult your grief by any lengthy expressions of regret and sorrow."A groan of intolerable anguish from the sick man's lips,and then the quick thrust of his re-awakened intelligence rising superior to the overthrow of all his hopes.

"For a woman of Edith's principle to seek death in a moment of desperation,the provocation must have been very great.Tell me if I'm to hate you through life -yea through all eternity -or if Imust seek in some unimaginable failure of my own character or conduct the cause of her intolerable despair.""Oswald!"The tone was controlling,and yet that of one strong man to another."Is it for us to read the heart of any woman,least of all of a woman of her susceptibilities and keen inner life?The wish to end all comes to some natures like a lightning flash from a clear sky.It comes,it goes,often without leaving a sign.But if a weapon chances to be near -(here it was in hand)-then death follows the impulse which,given an instant of thought,would have vanished in a back sweep of other emotions.Chance was the real accessory to this death by suicide.Oswald,let us realise it as such and accept our sorrow as a mutual burden and turn to what remains to us of life and labour.Work is grief's only consolation.

Then let us work."

But of all this Oswald had caught but the one word.

"Chance?"he repeated."Orlando,I believe in God.""Then seek your comfort there.I find it in harnessing the winds;in forcing the powers of nature to do my bidding."The other did not speak,and the silence grew heavy.It was broken,when it was broken,by a cry from Oswald:

"No more,"said he,"no more."Then,in a yearning accent,"Send Doris to me,"Orlando started.This name coming so close upon that word comfort produced a strange effect upon him.But another look at Oswald and he was ready to do his bidding.The bitter ordeal was over;let him have his solace if it was in her power to give it to him.