Tongues of Conscience Part 20
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Catherine felt the breath fluttering in her throat as she murmured,
"Your scheme is ready?"
"Yes. It's a great one. Berrand thinks so. I have written something of it to him. I am going to trace the downfall of a nature from n.o.bility to utter degradation."
His eyes sparkled with enthusiasm, as he repeated in thrilling tones,
"Utter degradation."
Catherine thought of the spring night, in which such holy preparations for joy were silently being carried on, of all the youthful things just coming into life. An inspiration came to her. She caught her husband's hand and drew him to the window.
"Pull up the blind, Mark," she said.
He obeyed, smiling at her as if in wonder at this freak.
"Now open the window."
"Yes, dear. There! What next?"
In front of the window there was a riband of pavement protected by an overhanging section of roof. Catherine stepped out on this pavement.
Mark followed her. They stood together facing the spring night. There was no moon, but the sky was clear and starlit. Nature seemed breathing quietly, like a thing alive but asleep. The surrounding woods were a dusky wall. The clearing was a vague sea of dew. And the air was full of that wonderful scent that all things seem to have in spring. It is like the perfume of life, of life that G.o.d has consecrated, of life that might have been in Eden. It is odorous with hope. It stings and embraces. It stirs the imagination to magic. It stirs the heart to tears. For it is ineffably beautiful and expectant.
"How delicious!" Mark said.
Catherine's hand tightened on his arm.
"The trees are talking," he said. "That damp scent comes from their roots, and the flowers and gra.s.ses round them."
He drew in his breath with a gasp of pleasure.
"Yes?" Catherine said.
He bent down and touched the lawn with his hand.
"What a dew! Look, Kitty, there goes a rabbit!"
A hunched shadow suddenly flattened and vanished.
"Little beggar! He's gone into the wood. What a jolly time he and his relations must have."
"Yes, Mark. Isn't the night happy, and the spring?"
He drew in his breath again.
"Yes."
"Mark!"
"Well, dear?"
"Mark--don't write this book."
Mark started slightly with surprise.
"Kitty! what are you saying?"
"Write a happy book."
"My dear babe--how uninteresting!"
"Write a good book, a book to make people better and happier."
"A book with a purpose! No, Kitty."
"Well then, a spring book. This night isn't a night with a purpose, because it's lovely."
He laughed quite gaily.
"Humorist! Why did you bring me out into it?"
"To influence you against that book."
He was silent.
"Are you angry, Mark?"
"No, dear."
"Will you do what I ask?"
"No, Kitty."
He spoke very quietly and gently, then changed the subject, talked of the coming summer, the garden, prospective pleasures. But he talked no more of his work. Next day he shut himself up in his study, and thenceforward his life became a repet.i.tion of his life during the previous summer. A fortnight later Frederic Berrand arrived.
Catherine had long felt an eager desire to see this one intimate friend of Mark's. She expected him to be no ordinary man, and she was not mistaken. Berrand was much older than Mark. He looked about forty. He was thin, sallow, eager in manner, with s.h.i.+ning eyes--almost toad-like--a yellowish-white complexion, and coal-black hair. His vivacity was un-English, yet at the back of his nature there lay surely a stagnant reservoir of melancholy. He was a pessimist, full of ardour.
He revelled, intellectually, in the sorrows and in the evils that afflict the world.
It was easy to see that he had a great influence over Mark. And it was easy to see also that the dismal genius of "William Foster" appealed to all the peculiarities of his nature with intense force. He was at once on friendly terms with Catherine, to whom he spoke openly of his admiration of her husband.
"Mrs. Sirrett," he said one evening, when Mark was working--he had taken to working at night now as well as in the morning--"your husband will do great things. He will found a school. The young men will be captivated by his sombre genius, and we shall have less of the thoughtless rubbish that the journalist loves and calls sane, healthy, and all the rest of it."
"But surely sanity and health----"
"My dear Mrs. Sirrett, we want originality and imagination."
"Yes, indeed. But can't they be sane and healthy?"
"Was Gautier healthy when he wrote of the Priest and of the Vampire?
Tongues of Conscience Part 20
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