Demos Part 66
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Yet he durst not as much as touch her hand when she sat before him. Her purity, which was her safeguard, stirred his venom; he wors.h.i.+pped it, and would have smothered it in foulness.
'Hadn't you better have the doctor to see you?' he began one morning when he had followed her from the dining-room to her boudoir.
'The doctor? Why?'
'You don't seem up to the mark,' he replied, avoiding her look.
Adela kept silence.
'You were well enough in London, I suppose?'
'I am never very strong.'
'I think you might be a bit more cheerful.'
'I will try to be.'
This submission always aggravated his disease--by what other name to call it? He would have had her resist him, that he might know the pleasure of crus.h.i.+ng her will.
He walked about the room, then suddenly:
'What is that man Eldon doing?'
Adela looked at him with surprise. It had never entered her thoughts that the meeting with Eldon would cost him more than a pa.s.sing annoyance--she knew he disliked him--and least of all that such annoyance would in any way be connected with herself. It was possible, of course, that some idle tongue had gossiped of her former friends.h.i.+p with Hubert, but there was no one save Letty who knew what her feelings really had been, and was not the fact of her marriage enough to remove any suspicion that Mutimer might formerly have entertained? But the manner of his question was so singular, the introduction of Eldon's name so abrupt, that she could not but discern in a measure what was in his mind.
She made reply:
'I don't understand. Do you mean how is he engaged?'
'How comes he to know Mrs. Westlake?'
'Through common friends--some people named Boscobel. Mr. Boscobel is an artist, and Mr. Eldon appears to be studying art.'
Her voice was quite steady through this explanation. The surprise seemed to have enabled her to regard him unmoved, almost with curiosity.
'I suppose he's constantly there--at the Westlakes'?'
'That was his first visit. We met him a few evenings before at the Boscobels', at dinner. It was then he made Mrs. Westlake's acquaintance.'
Mutimer moved his head as if to signify indifference. But Adela had found an unexpected relief in speaking thus openly; she was tempted to go further.
'I believe he writes about pictures. Mrs. Boscobel told me that he had been some time in Italy.'
'Well and good; I don't care to hear about his affairs. So you dined with these Boscobel people?'
'Yes.'
He smiled disagreeably.
'I thought you were rather particular about telling the truth. You told Alice you never dined out.'
'I don't think I said that,' Adela replied quietly.
He paused; then:
'What fault have you to find with Alice, eh?'
Adela was not in the mood for evasions; she answered in much the same tone as she had used in speaking of Hubert.
'I don't think she likes me. If she did, I should be able to be more friendly with her. Her world is very different from ours.'
'Different? You mean you don't like Rodman?'
'I was not thinking of Mr. Rodman. I mean that her friends are not the same as ours.'
Mutimer forgot for a moment his preoccupation in thought of Alice.
'Was there anything wrong with the people you met there?'
She was silent.
'Just tell me what you think. I want to know. What did you object to?'
'I don't think they were the best kind of people.'
'The best kind? I suppose they are what you call ladies and gentlemen?'
'You must have felt that they were not quite the same as the Westlakes, for instance.'
'The Westlakes!'
He named them sneeringly, to Adela's astonishment. And he added as he walked towards the door:
'There isn't much to be said for some of the people you meet there.'
A new complexity was introduced into her life. Viewed by this recent light, Mutimer's behaviour since the return from London was not so difficult to understand; but the problem of how to bear with it became the harder. There were hours when Adela's soul was like a bird of the woods cage-pent: it dashed itself against the bars of fate, and in anguish conceived the most desperate attempts for freedom. She could always die, but was it not hard to perish in her youth and with the world's cup of bliss untasted? Flight? Ah! whither could she flee? The thought of the misery she would leave behind her, the disgrace that would fall upon her mother--this would alone make flight impossible. Yet could she conceive life such as this prolonging itself into the hopeless years, renunciation her strength and her reward, duty a grinning skeleton at her bedside? It grew harder daily. More than a year ago she thought that the worst was over, and since then had known the solace of self-forgetful idealisms, of ascetic striving. It was all illusion, the spinning of a desolate heart. There was no help now, for she knew herself and the world. Foolish, foolish child, who with her own hand had flung away the jewel of existence like a thing of no price! Her lot appeared single in its haplessness. She thought of Stella, of Letty, even of Alice; _they_ had not been doomed to learn in suffering. To her, alone of all women, knowledge had come with a curse.
A month pa.s.sed. Since Rodman's departure from Wanley, 'Arry Mutimer was living at the Manor. Her husband and 'Arry were Adela's sole companions; the former she dreaded, the approach of the latter always caused her insuperable disgust. To Letty there was born a son; Adela could not bend to the little one with a whole heart; her own desolate motherhood wailed the more bitterly.
Once more a change was coming. Alice and her husband were going to spend August at a French watering-place, and Mutimer proposed to join them for a fortnight; Adela of course would be of the party. The invitation came from Rodman, who had reasons for wis.h.i.+ng to get his brother-in-law aside for a little quiet talk. Rodman had large views, was at present pondering a financial scheme in which he needed a partner--one with capital of course. He knew that New Wanley was proving anything but a prosperous concern, commercially speaking; he divined, moreover, that Mutimer was not wholly satisfied with the state of affairs. By judicious management the Socialist might even be induced to abandon the non-paying enterprise, and, though not perhaps ostensibly, embark in one that promised very different results--at all events to Mr. Rodman. The scheme was not of mushroom growth; it dated from a time but little posterior to Mr. Rodman's first meeting with Alice Mutimer. 'Arry had been granted appetising sniffs at the cookery in progress, though the youth was naturally left without precise information as to the ingredients. The result was a surprising self-restraint on 'Arry's part. The influence which poor Keene had so bunglingly tried to obtain over him, the more astute Mr. Rodman had compa.s.sed without difficulty; beginning with the loan of small sums, to be repaid when 'Arry attained his majority, he little by little made the prospective man of capital the creature of his directions; in something less than two more years Rodman looked to find ample recompense for his expenditure and trouble. But that was a mere parergon; to secure Richard Mutimer was the great end steadily held in view.
Rodman and his wife came to Wanley to spend three days before all together set out for the Continent. Adela accepted the course of things, and abandoned herself to the stream. For a week her husband had been milder; we know the instinct that draws the cat's paws from the flagging mouse.
Alice, no longer much interested in novels, must needs talk with some one; she honoured Adela with much of her confidence, seeming to forget and forgive, in reality delighted to recount her London experiences to her poor tame sister-in-law. Alice, too, had been at moments introduced to her husband's kitchen; she threw out vague hints of a wonderful repast in preparation.
'Willis is going to buy me a house in Brighton,' she said, among other things. 'I shall run down whenever I feel it would do me good. You've no idea how kind he is.'
There was, in fact, an 'advancement clause' in Alice's deed of settlement. If Mr. Rodman showed himself particularly anxious to cultivate the friends.h.i.+p of Mr. Alfred Waltham, possibly one might look for the explanation to the terms of that same doc.u.ment.
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