Demos Part 44
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When the coffee arrived a decanter of cognac accompanied it. Richard had got into the habit of using the latter rather freely of late. He needed a stimulant in view of the conversation that was before him. The conversation was difficult to begin. For a quarter of an hour he strayed over subjects, each of which, he thought, might bring him to the point.
A question from Alice eventually gave him the requisite impulse.
'What's the bad news you've got to tell me, d.i.c.k?' she asked shyly.
'Bad news? Why, yes, I suppose it is bad, and it's no use pretending anything else. I've brought you down here just to tell it you. Somebody must know first, and it had better be somebody who'll listen patiently, and perhaps help me to get over it. I don't know quite how you'll take it, Alice. For anything I can tell you may get up and be off, and have nothing more to do with me.'
'Why, what ever can it be, d.i.c.k? Don't talk nonsense. You're not afraid of _me_, I should think.'
'Yes, I am a bit afraid of you, old girl. It isn't a nice thing to tell you, and there's the long and short of it. I'm hanged if I know how to begin.'
He laughed in an irresolute way. Trying to light a new cigarette from the remnants of the one he had smoked, his hands shook. Then he had recourse again to cognac.
Alice was drumming with her foot on the floor. She sat forward, her arms crossed upon her lap. Her eyes were still on the fire.
'Is it anything about Emma, d.i.c.k?' she asked, after a disconcerting silence.
'Yes, it is.'
'Hadn't you better tell me at once? It isn't at all nice to feel like this.'
'Well, I'll tell you. I can't marry Emma; I'm going to marry someone else.'
Alice was prepared, but the plain words caused her a moment's consternation.
'Oh, what ever will they all say, d.i.c.k?' she exclaimed in a low voice.
'That's bad enough, to be sure, but I think more about Emma herself. I feel ashamed of myself, and that's the plain truth. Of course I shall always give her and her sisters all the money they want to live upon, but that isn't altogether a way out. If only I could have hinted something to her before now. I've let it go on so long. I'm going to be married in a fortnight.'
He could not look Alice in the face, nor she him. His shame made him angry; he flung the half-smoked cigarette violently into the fire-place, and began to walk about the room. Alice was speaking, but he did not heed her, and continued with impatient loudness.
'Who the devil could imagine what was going to happen? Look here, Alice; if it hadn't been for mother, I shouldn't have engaged myself to Emma. I shouldn't have cared much in the old kind of life; she'd have suited me very well. You can say all the good about her you like, I know it'll be true. It's a cursed shame to treat her in this way, I don't need telling that. But it wouldn't do as things are; why, you can see for yourself--would it now? And that's only half the question: I'm going to marry somebody I do really care for. What's the good of keeping my word to Emma, only to be miserable myself and make her the same? It's the hardest thing ever happened to a man. Of course I shall be blackguarded right and left. Do I deserve it now? Can I help it?'
It was not quite consistent with the tone in which he had begun, but it had the force of a genuine utterance. To this Richard had worked himself in fretting over his position; he was the real sufferer, though decency compelled him to pretend it was not so. He had come to think of Emma almost angrily; she was a clog on him, and all the more irritating because he knew that his brute strength, if only he might exert it, could sweep her into nothingness at a blow. The quietness with which Alice accepted his revelation encouraged him in self-defence. He talked on for several minutes, walking about and swaying his arms, as if in this way he could literally shake himself free of moral obligations.
Then, finding his throat dry, he had recourse to cognac, and Alice could at length speak.
'You haven't told me, d.i.c.k, who it is you're going to marry.'
'A lady called Miss Waltham--Adela Waltham. She lives here in Wanley.'
'Does she know about Emma?'
The question was simply put, but it seemed to affect Richard very disagreeably.
'No, of course she doesn't. What would be the use?'
He threw himself into a chair, crossed his feet, and kept silence.
'I'm very sorry for Emma,' murmured his sister.
Richard said nothing.
'How shall you tell her, d.i.c.k?'
'I can't tell her!' he replied, throwing out an arm. 'How is it likely I can tell her?'
'And Jane's so dreadfully bad,' continued Alice in the undertone.
'She's always saying she cares for nothing but to see Emma married.
What _shall_ we do? And everything seemed so first-rate. Suppose she summonses you, d.i.c.k?'
The n.o.ble and dignified legal process whereby maidens right themselves naturally came into Alice's thoughts. Her brother scouted the suggestion.
'Emma's not that kind of girl. Besides, I've told you I shall always send her money. She'll find another husband before long. Lots of men 'ud be only too glad to marry her.'
Alice was not satisfied with her brother. The practical aspects of the rupture she could consider leniently, but the tone he a.s.sumed was jarring to her instincts. Though nothing like a warm friends.h.i.+p existed between her and Emma, she sympathised, in a way impossible to Richard, with the sorrows of the abandoned girl. She was conscious of what her judgment would be if another man had acted thus; and though this was not so much a matter of consciousness, she felt that Richard might have spoken in a way more calculated to aid her in taking his side. She wished, in fact, to see only his advantage, and was very much tempted to see everything but that.
'But you can't keep her in the dark any longer,' she urged. 'Why, it's cruel!'
'I can't tell her,' he repeated monotonously.
Alice drew in her feet. It symbolised retiring within her defences. She saw what he was aiming at, and felt not at all disposed to pleasure him.
There was a long silence; Alice was determined not to be the first to break it.
'You refuse to help me?' Richard asked at length, between his teeth.
'I think it would be every bit as bad for me as for you,' she replied.
'That you can't think,' he argued. 'She can't blame you; you've only to say I've behaved like a blackguard, and you're out of it.'
'And when do you mean to tell mother?'
'She'll have to hear of it from other people. I can't tell her.'
Richard had a suspicion that he was irretrievably ruining himself in his sister's opinion, and it did not improve his temper. It was a foretaste of the wider obloquy to come upon him, possibly as hard to bear as any condemnation to which he had exposed himself. He shook himself out of the chair.
'Well, that's all I've got to tell you. Perhaps you'd better think over it. I don't want to keep you away from home longer than you care to stay. There's a train at a few minutes after nine in the morning.'
He shuffled for a few moments about the writing-table, then went from the room.
Alice was unhappy. The reaction from her previous high spirits, as soon as it had fully come about, brought her even to tears. She cried silently, and, to do the girl justice, at least half her sorrow was on Emma's account. Presently she rose and began to walk about the room; she went to the window, and looked out on to the white garden. The sky beyond the thin boughs was dusking; the wind, which sang so merrily a few hours ago, had fallen to sobbing.
It was too wretched to remain alone; she resolved to go into the drawing-room; perhaps her brother was there. As she approached the door somebody knocked on the outside, then there entered a dark man of spruce appearance, who drew back a step as soon as he saw her.
'Pray excuse me,' he said, with an air of politeness. 'I supposed I should find Mr. Mutimer here.'
'I think he's in the house,' Alice replied.
Richard appeared as they were speaking.
Demos Part 44
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