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第8章

  Seeingitforthefirsttime,Courtiersaid:
  "Finething——that!Onlywantsasoul。"
  Miltounnodded:
  "Sitdown,"hesaid。
  Courtiersatdown。
  Therefollowedoneofthosesilencesinwhichmenwhosespirits,thoughdifferent,haveacertainbignessincommon——cansaysomuchtooneanother:
  AtlastMiltounspoke:
  "Ihavebeenlivingintheclouds,itseems。Youareheroldestfriend。Theimmediatequestionishowtomakeiteasiestforherinfaceofthismiserablerumour!"
  NotevenCourtierhimselfcouldhaveputsuchwhip—lashstingintotheword'miserable。'
  Heanswered:
  "Oh!takenonoticeofthat。Letthemstewintheirownjuice。Shewon'tcare。"
  Miltounlistened,notmovingamuscleofhisface。
  "Yourfriendshere,"wentonCourtierwithatouchofcontempt,"seeminaflutter。Don'tletthemdoanything,don'tletthemsayaword。
  Treatthethingasitdeservestobetreated。It'lldie。"
  Miltoun,however,smiled。
  "I'mnotsure,"hesaid,"thattheconsequenceswillbeasyouthink,butIshalldoasyousay。"
  "Asforyourcandidature,anymanwithasparkofgenerosityinhissoulwillrallytoyoubecauseofit。"
  "Possibly,"saidMiltoun。"Itwilllosemetheelection,forallthat。"
  Then,dimlyconsciousthattheirlastwordshadrevealedthedifferenceoftheirtemperamentsandcreeds,theystaredatoneanother。
  "No,"saidCourtier,"Ineverwillbelievethatpeoplecanbesomean!"
  "Untiltheyare。"
  "Anyway,thoughwegetatitindifferentways,weagree。"
  Miltounleanedhiselbowonthemantelpiece,andshadinghisfacewithhishand,said:
  "Youknowherstory。Isthereanywayoutofthat,forher?"
  OnCourtier'sfacewasthelookwhichsooftencamewhenhewasspeakingforoneofhislostcauses——asifthefumesfromafireinhishearthadmountedtohishead。
  "Onlytheway,"heansweredcalmly,"thatIshouldtakeifIwereyou。"
  "Andthat?"
  "Thelawintoyourownhands。"
  Miltoununshadedhisface。HisgazeseemedtohavetotravelfromanimmensedistancebeforeitreachedCourtier。Heanswered:
  "Yes,Ithoughtyouwouldsaythat。"
  CHAPTERXVII
  Wheneverything,thatnight,wasquiet,Barbara,herhairhanginglooseoutsideherdressinggown,slippedfromherroomintothedimcorridor。Withbarefeetthrustintofur—crownedslipperswhichmadenonoise,shestolealonglookingatdoorafterdoor。ThroughalongGothicwindow,uncurtained,themildmoonlightwascoming。Shestoppedjustwherethatmoonlightfell,andtapped。Therecamenoanswer。Sheopenedthedooralittleway,andsaid:
  "Areyouasleep,Eusty?"
  Therestillcamenoanswer,andshewentin。
  Thecurtainsweredrawn,butachinkofmoonlightpeeringthroughfellonthebed。Thiswasempty。Barbarastooduncertain,listening。Intheheartofthatdarknessthereseemedtobe,notsound,but,asitwere,themuffledsoulofsound,asortofstrangevibration,likethatofaflamenoiselesslylickingtheair。Sheputherhandtoherheart,whichbeatasthoughitwouldleapthroughthethinsilkcovering。Fromwhatcorneroftheroomwasthatmutetremorcoming?Stealingtothewindow,shepartedthecurtains,andstaredbackintotheshadows。There,onthefarside,lyingonthefloorwithhisarmspressedtightlyroundhisheadandhisfacetothewall,wasMiltoun。Barbaraletfallthecurtains,andstoodbreathless,withsuchaqueersensationinherbreastasshehadneverfelt;asenseofsomethingoutraged—ofscarredpride。Itwasgoneatonce,inarushofpity。Shesteppedforwardquicklyinthedarkness,wasvisitedbyfear,andstopped。Hehadseemedabsolutelyhimselfalltheevening。Alittlemoretalkative,perhaps,alittlemorecausticthanusual。Andnowtofindhimlikethis!TherewasnogreatshareofreverenceinBarbara,butwhatlittleshepossessedhadalwaysbeenkeptforhereldestbrother。Hehadimpressedher,fromachild,withhisaloofness,andshehadbeenproudofkissinghimbecauseheneverseemedtoletanybodyelsedoso。Thosecaresses,nodoubt,hadthesavourofconquest;hisfacehadbeentheundiscoveredlandforherlips。Shelovedhimasonelovesthatwhichministerstoone'spride;hadforhim,too,atouchofmotherlyprotection,asforadollthatdoesnotgetontoowellwiththeotherdolls;andwithalalittleunaccustomedawe。
  Daredshenowplungeinonthisprivateagony?Couldshehavebornethatanyoneshouldseeherselfthusprostrate?Hehadnotheardher,andshetriedtoregainthedoor。Butaboardcreaked;sheheardhimmove,andflingingawayherfears,said:"It'sme!Babs!"anddroppedonherkneesbesidehim。Ifithadnotbeensopitchdarkshecouldneverhavedonethat。Shetriedatoncetotakehisheadintoherarms,butcouldnotseeit,andsucceededindifferently。Shecouldbutstrokehisarmcontinually,wonderingwhetherhewouldhatehereverafterwards,andblessingthedarkness,whichmadeitallseemasthoughitwerenothappening,yetsomuchmorepoignantthanifithadhappened。Suddenlyshefelthimslipawayfromher,andgettingup,stoleout。Afterthedarknessofthatroom,thecorridorseemedfullofgreyfilmylight,asthoughdream—spidershadjoinedthewallswiththeircobwebs,inwhichinnumerablewhitemoths,sotinythattheycouldnotbeseen,werestruggling。Smalleerienoisescreptabout。Asuddenfrightenedlongingforwarmth,andlight,andcolourcametoBarbara。Shefledbacktoherroom。Butshecouldnotsleep。Thatterriblemuteunseenvibrationintheunlightedroom—likethenoiselesslickingofaflameatblandair;thetouchofMiltoun'shand,hotasfireagainsthercheekandneck;thewholetremulousdarkepisode,possessedherthroughandthrough。ThushadthewaywardforceofLovechosentomanifestitselftoherinallitswistfulviolence。Atthisfiatsightoftheredflowerofpassionhercheeksburned;upanddownher,betweenthecoolsheets,littlehotcruelshiversran;shelay,wide—eyed,staringattheceiling。
  Shethought,ofthewomanwhomhesoloved,andwonderedifshetoowerelyingsleepless,flungdownonabarefloor,tryingtocoolherforeheadandlipsagainstacoldwall。
  Notforhoursdidshefallasleep,andthendreamedofrunningdesperatelythroughfieldsfulloftallspikyasphodel—likeflowers,andbehindherwasrunningherself。
  Inthemorningshedreadedtogodown。CouldshemeetMiltounnowthatsheknewofthepassioninhim,andheknewthatsheknewit?
  Shehadherbreakfastbroughtupstairs。BeforeshehadfinishedMiltounhimselfcamein。Helookedmorethanusuallyself—contained,nottosayironic,andonlyremarked:"Ifyou'regoingtorideyoumighttakethisnoteformeovertooldHalidayatWippincott。"Byhiscomingsheknewthathewassayingallheevermeanttosayaboutthatdarkincident。Andsympathizingcompletelywithareticencewhichsheherselffelttobetheonlypossiblewayoutforbothofthem,Barbaralookedathimgratefully,tookthenoteandsaid:"Allright!"
  Then,afterglancingonceortwiceroundtheroom,Miltounwentaway。
  Heleftherrestless,divestedofthecloak'ofcourse,'inastrangemoodofquestioning,readyasitwereforthesightofthemagpiewingsofLife,andtoheartheirquickflutterings。Talkjarredonherthatmorning,withitssamenessandattachmenttothefactsofthepresentandthefuture,itsessentialconcernwiththeworldasitwas—sheavoidedallcompanionshiponherride。Shewantedtobetoldofthingsthatwerenot,yetmightbe,topeepbehindthecurtain,andseetheveryspiritofmortalhappeningsescapedfromprison。AndthiswasallsounusualwithBarbara,whosebodywastooperfect,toosanelygovernedbytheflowofherbloodnottorevelinthemomentandthethingsthereof。Sheknewitwasunusual。Afterherridesheavoidedlunch,andwalkedoutintothelanes。Butabouttwoo'clock,feelingveryhungry,shewentintoafarmhouse,andaskedformilk。There,inthekitchen,likeyoungjackdawsinarowwiththeirmouthsalittleopen,werethethreefarmboys,seatedonabenchgrippedtothealcoveofthegreatfire—way,munchingbreadandcheese。Abovetheirheadsagunwashung,triggerupwards,andtwohamsweremellowinginthesmoke。Atthefeetofablack—hairedgirl,whowasslicingonions,layasheepdogoftremendousage,withnosestretchedoutonpaws,andinhislittleblueeyesagleamofapproachingimmortality。Theyallstaredat,Barbara。Andoneoftheboys,whosefacehadthedelightfullookofhimwholosesallsenseofotherthingsinwhatheisseeingatthemoment,smiled,andcontinuedsmiling,withsheerpleasure。Barbaradrankhermilk,andwanderedoutagain;passingthroughagateatthebottomofasteep,rockytor,shesatdownonasun—warmedstone。Thesunlightfellgreedilyonherhere,likeaninvisibleswifthandtouchingherallover,andspeciallycaressingherthroatandface。Averygentlewind,whichdivedoverthetortopsintotheyoungfern;stoledownather,spicedwiththefernsap。Allwaswarmthandpeace,andonlythecuckoosonthefarthorntrees——asthoughstationedbytheWistfulMasterhimself——weretheretodisturbherheart:Butallthesweetnessandpipingofthedaydidnotsootheher。Intruth,shecouldnothavesaidwhatwasthematter,exceptthatshefeltsodiscontented,andasitwereemptyofallbutasortofachingimpatiencewith——whatexactlyshecouldnotsay。Shehadthatratherdreadfulfeelingofsomethingslippingbywhichshecouldnotcatch。
  Itwassonewtohertofeellikethat——fornogirlwaslessgiventomoodsandrepinings。Andallthetimeasortofcontemptforthissoftandalmostsentimentalfeelingmadehertightenherlipsandfrown。Shefeltdistrustfulandsarcastictowardsamoodsoutterlysubversiveofthatfetich'Hardness,'totheunconsciousworshipofwhichshehadbeenbroughtup。Tostandnosentimentornonsenseeitherinherselforotherswasthefirstarticleoffaith;nottoslop—overanywhere。SothattofeelasshedidwasalmosthorribletoBarbara。Yetshecouldnotgetridofthesensation。Withsuddenrecklessnessshetriedgivingherselfuptoitentirely。Undoingthescarfatherthroat,shelettheairplayonherbaredneck,andstretchedoutherarmsasiftohugthewindtoher;then,withasigh,shegotup,andwalkedon。Andnowshebeganthinkingof'Anonyma';turningherpositionoverandover。Theideathatanyoneyoungandbeautifulshouldthusbeclippedoffinherlife,rousedherimpatientindignation。Letthemtryitwithher!Theywouldsoonsee!Forallhercultivated'hardness,'Barbarareallyhatedanythingtosuffer。Itseemedtoherunnatural。SheneverwenttothathospitalwhereLadyValleyshadaward,nortotheirsummercampforcrippledchildren,nortohelpintheirannualconcertforsweatedworkers,withoutafeelingofsuchvehementpitythatitwaslikebeingseizedbythethroat:Once,whenshehadbeensingingtothem,therowsofwan,pinchedfacesbelowhadbeentoomuchforher;
  shehadbrokendown,forgottenherwords,lostmemoryofthetune,andjustendedherperformancewithasmile,worthmoreperhapstoheraudiencethanthoselostverses。Shenevercameawayfromsuchsightsandplaceswithoutafeelingofrevoltamountingalmosttorage;andsheonlycontinuedtogobecauseshedimlyknewthatitwasexpectedofhernottoturnherbackonsuchthings,inhersectionofSociety。
  ButitwasnotthisfeelingwhichmadeherstopbeforeMrs。Noel'scottage;norwasitcuriosity。Itwasaquitesimpledesiretosqueezeherhand。
  'Anonyma'seemedtakinghertroubleasonlythosewomenwhoarenogoodatself—assertioncantakethings——doingexactlyasshewouldhavedoneifnothinghadhappened;alittlepalerthanusual,withlipspressedrathertightlytogether。
  Theyneitherofthemspokeatfirst,butstoodlooking,notateachother'sfaces,butateachother'sbreasts。AtlastBarbarasteppedforwardimpulsivelyandkissedher。
  Afterthat,liketwochildrenwhokissfirst,andthenmakeacquaintance,theystoodapart,silent,faintlysmiling。Ithadbeengivenandreturnedinrealsweetnessandcomradeship,thatkiss,forasignofwomanhoodmakingfaceagainsttheworld;butnowthatitwasover,bothfeltalittleawkward。WouldthatkisshavebeengivenifFatehadbeenauspicious?Wasitnotproofofmisery?SoMrs。Noel'ssmileseemedsaying,andBarbara'ssmileunwillinglyadmitted。Perceivingthatiftheytalkeditcouldonlybeaboutthemostordinarythings,theybeganspeakingofmusic,flowers,andthequeernessofbees'legs。Butallthetime,Barbara,thoughseeminglyunconscious,wasnotingwithhersmilingeyes,thetinymovement's,bywhichonewomancantellwhatispassinginanother。Shesawalittlequivertightenthecornerofthelips,theeyessuddenlygrowlargeanddark,thethinblousedesperatelyriseandfall。Andherfancy,quickenedbylastnight'smemory,sawthiswomangivingherselfuptothememoryofloveinherthoughts。Atthissightshefeltalittleofthatimpatiencewhichtheconqueringfeelforthepassive,andperhapsjustatouchofjealousy。
  WhateverMiltoundecided,thatwouldthiswomanaccept!Suchresignation,whileitsimplifiedthings,offendedthepartofBarbarawhichrebelledagainstallinaction,alldictation,evenfromherfavouritebrother。Shesaidsuddenly:
  "Areyougoingtodonothing?Aren'tyougoingtotryandfreeyourself?IfIwereinyourposition,IwouldneverresttillI'dmadethemfreeme。"
  ButMrs。Noeldidnotanswer;andsweepingherglancefromthatcrownofsoftdarkhair,downthesoftwhitefigure,totheveryfeet,Barbaracried:
  "Ibelieveyouareafatalist。"
  Soonafterthat,notknowingwhatmoretosay,shewentaway。Butwalkinghomeacrossthefields,wherefullsummerwasswingingonthedeliciousairandtherewasnownobullbutonlyredcowstocropshortthe'milk—maids'andbuttercups,shesufferedfromthisstrangerevelationofthestrengthofsoftnessandpassivity——asthoughshehadseeninthewhitefigureof'Anonyma,'andheardinhervoicesomethingfrombeyond,symbolic,inconceivable,yetreal。
  CHAPTERXVIII
  LordValleys,relievedfromofficialpressurebysubsidenceofthewarscare,hadreturnedforalongweek—end。TosaythathehadbeenintenselyrelievedbythenewsthatMrs。Noelwasnotfree,wouldbetoputitmildly。Thoughnotold—fashioned,likehismother—in—law,inregardtothemixingofthecastes,preparedtoadmitthatexclusivenesswasoutofdate,topassoverwithashrugandalaughthosenumerousalliancesbywhichhisorderwererenewingthesinewsofwar,andindeedinhiscapacityofanexpert,oftenpointingoutthedangersoftoomuchin—breeding——yethehadapeculiarpersonalfeelingabouthisownfamily,andwasperhapsalittleextrasensitivebecauseofAgatha;forShropton,thoughagoodfellow,andextremelywealthy,wasonlyathirdbaronet,andhadoriginallybeenmadeofiron。Itwasinadvisabletogooutsidetheinnercirclewheretherewasnomaterialnecessityforsodoing。Hehadnotdoneithimself。Moreovertherewasasentimentaboutthesethings!
  Onthemorningafterhisarrival,visitingthekennelsbeforebreakfast,hestoodchattingwithhisheadman,andcaressingthewetnosesofhistwofavouritepointers,——withsomethingofthefeelingofaboyletoutofschool。Thosepleasantcreatures,coweringandquiveringwithprideagainsthislegs,andturningupathimtheiryellowChineseeyes,gavehimthatsenseofwarmthandcomfortwhichvisitsmeninthepresenceoftheirhobbies。Withthisparticularpair,inbredtotheuttermost,hehadsuccessfullysurmountedagreatrisk。Itwasnowtouchandgowhetherhedaredventureononemorecrosstotheoriginalstrain,inthehopeofeliminatingthelastclingingoflivercolour。Itwasagamble——anditwasjustthatwhichrendereditsovastlyinteresting。
  Asmallvoicedivertedhisattention;helookedroundandsawlittleAnn。Shehadbeeninbedwhenhearrivedthenightbefore,andhewasthereforethenewestthingabout。
  Shecarriedinherarmsaguinea—pig,andbeganatonce:
  "Grandpapa,Grannywantsyou。She'sontheterrace;she'stalkingtoMr。Courtier。Ilikehim——he'sakindman。IfIputmyguinea—pigdown,willtheybiteit?Poordarling——theyshan't!Isn'titadarling!"
  LordValleys,twirlinghismoustache,regardedtheguinea—pigwithoutfavour;hehadratheradislikeforallsenselesskindsofbeasts。
  Pressingtheguinea—pigbetweenherhands,asitmightbeaconcertina,littleAnnjiggeditgentlyabovethepointers,who,wrinklinghorriblytheirlongnoses,gazedupwards,fascinated。
  "Poordarlings,theywantit——don'tthey?Grandpapa"
  "Yes。"
  "Doyouthinkthenextpuppieswillbespottedquiteallover?"
  Continuingtotwirlhismoustache,LordValleysanswered:
  "Ithinkitisnotimprobable,Ann。"
  "Whydoyoulikethemspottedlikethat?Oh!they'rekissingSambo——
  Imustgo!"
  LordValleysfollowedher,hiseyebrowsalittleraised。
  Asheapproachedtheterracehiswifecame,towardshim。Hercolourwas,deeperthanusual,andshehadthelook,higherandmoreresolute,peculiartoherwhenshehadbeenopposed。IntruthshehadjustbeenthroughapassageofarmswithCourtier,who,asthefirstrevealerofMrs。Noel'ssituation,hadbecomeentitledtoacertainconfidenceonthissubject。Ithadarisenfromwhatshehadintendedasaperfectlynaturalandnotunkindremark,totheeffectthatallthetroublehadcomefromMrs。NoelnothavingmadeherpositioncleartoMiltounfromthefirst。
  Hehadatoncegrownveryred。
  "It'seasy,LadyValleys,forthosewhohaveneverbeeninthepositionofalonelywoman,toblameher。"
  Unaccustomedtobewithstood,shehadlookedathimintently:
  "Iamthelastpersontobehardonawomanforconventional"
  reasons。ButIthinkitshowedlackofcharacter。"
  Courtier'sreplyhadbeenalmostrude。
  "Plantsarenotequallyrobust,LadyValleys。Some,asweknow,areactuallysensitive。"
  Shehadretortedwithdecision"Ifyouliketosodignifythesimplerword'weak'"
  Hehadbecomeveryrigidatthat,bitingdeeplyintohismoustache。
  "Whatcrimesarenotcommittedunderthesanctityofthatcreed'survivalofthefittest,'whichsuitsthebookofallyoufortunatepeoplesowell!"
  Pridingherselfonherrestraint,LadyValleysanswered:
  "Ah!wemusttalkthatout。Onthefaceofthemyourwordssoundalittleunphilosophic,don'tthey?
  Hehadlookedstraightatherwithaqueer,unpleasantsmile;andshehadfeltatoncedisturbedandangry。Itwasallverywelltopetandeventoadmiretheseoriginalsortofmen,buttherewerelimits。
  Remembering,however,thathewasherguest,shehadonlysaid:
  "Perhapsafterallwehadbetternottalkitout;"andmovingaway,sheheardhimanswer:"Inanycase,I'mcertainAudreyNoelneverwilfullykeptyoursoninthedark;she'smuchtooproud。"
  Thoughrude,shecouldnothelplikingthewayhestuckupforthiswoman;andshethrewbackathimthewords:
  "YouandI,Mr。Courtier,musthaveagoodfightsomeday!"
  Shewenttowardsherhusbandconsciousoftheratherpleasurablesensationwhichcombatalwaysrousedinher。
  Thesetwowereverygoodcomrades。Theirshadbeenalovematch,andmakingdueallowanceforhumannaturebesetbyopportunity,hadremained,throughout,asolidandefficientalliance。Taking,astheybothdid,suchprominentpartsinpublicandsocialmatters,thetimetheyspenttogetherwaslimited,butproductiveofmutualbenefitandreinforcement。Theyhadnotyethadanopportunityofdiscussingtheirson'saffair;and,slippingherhandthroughhisarm,LadyValleysdrewhimawayfromthehouse。
  "IwanttotalktoyouaboutMiltoun,Geoff。"
  "H'm!"saidLordValleys;"yes。Theboy'slookingworn。Goodthingwhenthiselection'sover。"
  "Ifhe'sbeatenandhasn'tsomethingnewandserioustoconcentratehimselfon,he'llfrethisheartoutoverthatwoman。"
  LordValleysmeditatedalittlebeforereplying。
  "Idon'tthinkthat,Gertrude。He'sgotplentyofspirit。"
  "Ofcourse!Butit'sarealpassion。And,youknow,he'snotlikemostboys,who'lltakewhattheycan。"
  Shesaidthisratherwistfully。
  "I'msorryforthewoman,"musedLordValleys;"Ireallyam。"
  "Theysaythisrumour'sdonealotofharm。"
  "Ourinfluenceisstrongenoughtosurvivethat。"
  "It'llbeasqueak;IwishIknewwhathewasgoingtodo。Willyouaskhim?"
  "You'reclearlythepersontospeaktohim,"repliedLordValleys。
  "I'mnohandatthatsortofthing。"
  ButLadyValleys,withgenuinediscomfort,murmured:
  "Mydear,I'msonervouswithEustace。WhenheputsonthatsmileofhisI'mdonefor,atonce。"
  "Thisisobviouslyawoman'sbusiness;nobodylikeamother。"
  "Ifitwereonlyoneoftheothers,"mutteredLadyValleys:"Eustacehasthatqueerwayofmakingyoufeellumpy。"
  LordValleyslookedatheraskance。Hehadthatkindofcriticalfastidiousnesswhichawordwillrouseintoactivity。Wasshelumpy?
  Theideahadneverstruckhim。
  "Well,I'lldoit,ifImust,"sighedLadyValleys。
  WhenafterbreakfastsheenteredMiltoun's'den,'hewasbucklingonhisspurspreparatory,toridingouttosomeoftheremotervillages。
  UnderthemaskoftheApachechief,Bertiewasstanding,moreinscrutableandneatthanever,inaperfectlytiedcravatte,perfectlycutridingbreeches,andbootswornandpolishedtillasootyglowshonethroughtheirnaturalrusset。Notspeciallydandifiedinhisusualdress,BertieCaradocwouldalmostsoonerhavediedthandisgraceahorse。Hiseyes,thesharperbecausetheyhadonlyhalfthespaceoftheordinaryeyetoglancefrom,atoncetookinthefactthathismotherwishedtobealonewith'oldMiltoun,'
  andhediscreetlylefttheroom。
  ThatwhichdisconcertedallwhohaddealingswithMiltounwasthediscoverymadesoonorlate,thattheycouldnotbesurehowanythingwouldstrikehim。Inhismind,asinhisface,therewasacertainregularity,andthen——impossibletosayexactlywhere——itwould,shootoffandtwistroundacorner。Thiswasthelegacynodoubtofthehard—bittenindividuality,whichhadbroughttothefrontsomanyofhisancestors;forinMiltounwasthebloodnotonlyoftheCaradocsandFitz—Harolds,butofmostotherprominentfamiliesinthekingdom,allofwhom,inthoseagesbeforemoneymadetheman,musthavehadaforbearconspicuousbyreasonofqualities,notalwaysfine,butalwayspoignant。
  Andnow,thoughLadyValleyshadtheaudacityofherphysique,andwasnotcustomarilyabashed,shebeganbyspeakingofpolitics,hopinghersonwouldgiveheranopening。Buthegavehernone,andshegrewnervous。Atlast,summoningallhercoolness,shesaid:
  "I'mdreadfullysorryaboutthisaffair,dearboy。Yourfathertoldmeofyourtalkwithhim。Trynottotakeittoohard。"
  Miltoundidnotanswer,andsilencebeingthatwhichLadyValleyshabituallymostdreaded,shetookrefugeinfurtherspeech,outliningforhersonthewholeepisodeasshesawitfromherpointofview,andendingwiththesewords:
  "Surelyit'snotworthit。"
  Miltounheardherwithhispeculiarlook,asofamanpeeringthroughavizor。Thensmiling,hesaid:
  "Thankyou;"andopenedthedoor。
  LadyValleys,withoutquiteknowingwhetherheintendedhertodoso,indeedwithoutquiteknowinganythingatthemoment,passedout,andMiltounclosedthedoorbehindher。
  TenminuteslaterheandBertiewereseenridingdownthedrive。
  CHAPTERXIX
  Thatafternoonthewind,whichhadbeenrisingsteadily,broughtaflurryofcloudsupfromtheSouth—West。FormedoutontheheartoftheAtlantic,theysailedforward,swiftandfleecyatfirst,liketheskirmishingwhiteshallopsofagreatfleet;then,inserriedmasses,darkenedthesun。Aboutfouro'clocktheybrokeinrain,whichthewinddrovehorizontallywithacoldwhifflingmurmur。Asyouthandglamourdieinafacebeforethecoldrainsoflife,soglorydiedonthemoor。Thetors,frombeingupliftedwildcastles,becamemeregreyexcrescences。Distancefailed。Thecuckoosweresilent。Therewasnoneofthebeautythatthereisindeath,notragicgreatness——allwasmoaningandmonotony。Butaboutseventhesuntoreitswaybackthroughtheswathe,andflaredout。Likesomehugestar,whoserayswerestretchingdowntothehorizon,anduptotheverytopofthehillofair,itshonewithanamazingmurkyglamour;thecloudssplinteredbyitsshafts,andtingedsaffron,piledthemselvesupasifinwonder。Underthesultrywarmthofthisnewgreatstar,theheatherbegantosteamalittle,andtheglitterofitswetunopenedbellswaslikethatofinnumerabletinysmokingfires。Thetwobrothersweredrenchedastheycanteredsilentlyhome。Goodfriendsalways,theyhadnevermuchtosaytooneanother。ForMiltounwasconsciousthathethoughtonadifferentplanefromBertie;andBertiegrudgedeventohisbrotheranyinklingofwhatwaspassinginhisspirit,justashegrudgedpartingwithdiplomaticknowledge,orstablesecrets,orindeedanythingthatmightleavehimlessincommandoflife。Hegrudgedit,becauseinaprivatesortofwayitloweredhisestimationofhisownstoicalself—sufficiency;ithurtsomethingproudinthewithdrawing—roomofhissoul。Butthoughhetalkedlittle,hehadthepowerofcontemplation——oftenfoundinmenofdecidedcharacter,withatendencytoliver。OnceinNepal,wherehehadgonetoshoot,hehadpassedamonthquitehappilywithonlyaGhoorkaservantwhocouldspeaknoEnglish。Tothosewhoaskedhimifhehadnotbeenhorriblybored,hehadalwaysanswered:"Notabit;didalotofthinking。"
  WithMiltoun'stroublehehadtheprofessionalsympathyofabrotherandthenaturalintoleranceofaconfirmedbachelor。Womenweretohimverykittle—cattle。Hedistrustedfromthebottomofhissoulthosewhohadsuchmanifestpowertodrawthingsfromyou。Hewasoneofthosemeninwhomsomedayawomanmightawakenareallyfineaffection;butwho,untilthattime,wouldmaintaintheperfectlymaleattitudetotheentiresex,and,afterit,toallthesexbutone。Womenwere,likeLifeitself,creaturestobewatched,carefullyused,andkeptdulysubservient。TheonlyallusionthereforethathemadetoMiltoun'stroublewasverysudden。
  "Oldman,Ihopeyou'regoingtocutyourlosses。"
  Thewordswerefollowedbyundisturbedsilence:ButpassingMrs。
  Noel'scottageMiltounsaid:
  "Takemyhorseon;Iwanttogoinhere。"
  Shewassittingatherpianowithherhandsidle,lookingatalineofmusic……Shehadbeensittingthusformanyminutes,buthadnotyettakeninthenotes。