The
New
Antigone
:
A
Romance
:
In
Three
Volumes
VOL.
I
.
Προβᾶσ᾽ἐπ᾽σχατονθράσους
προσέπεςτέκνονπολύ·
πατρῷονδ᾽ἐκτίνειςτιν᾽θλον
Antig
.
853-857
THE
FOLLOWING
PAGES
,
FINISHED
ON
HER
BIRTHDAY
,
ARE
DEDICATED
TO
MY
SISTER
30th
January
1887.
PART
I
THE
HOUSE
OF
TRELINGHAM
CHAPTER
I
A
JOURNEY
TOWARDS
THE
SUNSET
The
train
had
been
rushing
westward
for
hours
,
and
the
genius
of
the
steam-kettle
who
drove
it
along
was
plainly
intent
neither
on
the
landscapes
that
in
momentary
glimpses
might
be
seen
from
the
carriage-windows
,
nor
on
the
babble
of
conversation
which
,
in
fitful
gusts
,
rose
and
fell
among
the
company
it
was
bearing
to
their
several
destinies
.
All
that
the
scientific
,
yet
not
time-keeping
,
demon
cared
for
was
to
reach
his
last
station
by
the
shortest
route
.
Nevertheless
,
glimpses
of
scenery
caught
in
this
way
from
the
train
have
an
extraordinary
fascination
,
sometimes
giving
a
whole
country-side
in
one
vivid
sheet
of
lightning
,
where
every
line
is
fixed
as
in
a
daguerreotype
and
can
never
be
forgotten
.
And
what
confessional
or
ear
of
Dionysius
can
gather
up
such
confidences
as
may
be
heard
among
chance
people
in
railway
travelling
?
It
would
seem
that
the
silent
Briton
,
fenced
round
about
with
reserve
as
with
Arctic
icebergs
,
fancies
himself
stranded
on
a
desert
island
with
the
companion
who
has
got
into
his
compartment
at
Basingstoke
or
Rugby
.
Certain
it
is
that
he
is
apt
,
after
exhibiting
the
most
profound
indifference
for
his
vis-à-vis
,
to
unbosom
himself
under
such
circumstances
,
as
Robinson
Crusoe
would
have
done
to
the
first
Englishman
landing
on
Juan
Fernandez
.
And
,
as
it
fell
out
,
the
spirit
of
the
steam
,
or
any
other
,
might
have
witnessed
a
scene
of
this
kind
,
had
he
crept
into
a
certain
first-class
carriage
and
lain
snug
in
a
corner
thereof
,
watching
until
a
couple
of
young
men
who
were
its
occupants
should
awake
from
their
slumbers
.
Each
had
taken
his
ticket
at
the
same
ticket-office
;
each
had
made
for
the
same
compartment
,
and
had
established
himself
in
a
corner
diagonally
as
regarded
the
other
.
Each
had
veiled
his
features
behind
a
newspaper
,
and
tried
his
best
to
imagine
that
the
impudent
fellow
who
shared
his
solitude
did
not
exist
.
And
each
hoped
to
see
the
other
take
himself
off
when
the
train
stopped
.
But
in
vain
;
it
was
not
to
be
.
One
station
after
another
was
left
behind
;
the
country
grew
more
countrified
;
the
towns
became
of
less
account
;
the
clouds
began
to
move
slowly
towards
the
west
,
as
though
summoned
to
attend
the
last
moments
of
a
dying
king
who
would
shroud
his
head
in
their
splendours
;
the
hours
drew
out
to
twice
their
length
,
as
they
will
do
in
travelling
,
and
still
no
sign
appeared
of
these
unwilling
companions
parting
from
one
another
.
When
they
had
studied
their
fill
of
the
daily
wisdom
purchased
at
the
London
bookstall
,
each
glared
out
of
his
window
,
noted
what
seemed
notable
along
the
line
,
fixed
his
eyes
steadily
—
upon
nothing
,
and
at
last
,
drawing
back
his
head
,
fell
into
uneasy
sleep
.
And
the
train
rushed
on
.
Its
genius
might
have
fallen
asleep
too
,
and
have
been
travelling
in
his
dreams
,
for
all
the
tokens
of
life
in
this
compartment
.
Then
the
sun
's
light
came
more
slanting
,
and
the
train
seemed
to
be
moving
ever
more
and
more
into
its
pathway
,
as
if
in
time
it
would
leave
the
solid
earth
behind
and
on
its
wings
of
white
vapour
float
into
the
sunset
and
be
there
transfigured
among
the
cloud-splendours
.
And
as
the
light
filled
their
compartment
,
both
young
men
woke
up
.
That
one
of
them
who
had
been
sitting
by
the
dark
windows
of
the
carriage
,
away
from
the
sun
,
changed
his
corner
,
and
came
and
sat
opposite
the
other
.
He
was
desirous
,
apparently
,
of
catching
a
glimpse
of
the
sea
,
which
for
more
then
an
hour
the
train
had
been
nearing
,
as
the
dull
thunder
of
waves
on
a
shingly
beach
,
somewhere
below
,
had
testified
.
Being
in
such
close
neighbourhood
,
with
only
a
foot
or
so
of
space
between
them
,
it
would
have
been
incumbent
on
any
except
British
railway-travellers
to
exchange
some
civil
speeches
.
Perhaps
that
may
have
been
the
reason
why
one
of
them
,
who
did
not
look
entirely
English
,
at
last
,
after
some
hesitation
,
opened
his
lips
and
said
(
but
still
with
the
haughty
indifference
which
young
Englishmen
assume
towards
those
to
whom
they
have
not
been
introduced
)
,
'
Is
the
next
station
Yalden
?
'
'
No
;
the
next
but
one
,
'
answered
his
vis-à-vis
,
sinking
thereupon
into
stony
or
,
as
a
Greek
might
express
it
,
adamantine
silence
.
The
next
station
appeared
,
paused
a
moment
,
vanished
,
and
a
reach
of
wild
country
came
flying
at
the
carriage-windows
.
The
first
speaker
looked
at
his
watch
,
and
began
again
.
'
The
train
is
due
at
Yalden
now
,
'
he
said
;
'
we
are
late
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
the
other
,
'
nearly
half
an
hour
late
;
trains
always
are
on
this
part
of
the
line
.
'
The
ice
was
broken
,
or
rather
,
part
of
the
iceberg
gave
way
.
A
remark
about
Bradshaw
,
another
to
the
effect
that
the
tide
was
coming
in
,
a
third
suggesting
that
it
would
be
a
stormy
night
to
judge
by
the
clouds
,
led
to
the
first
speaker
's
asking
,
as
he
looked
once
more
out
of
the
carriage-window
,
'
Do
you
know
whether
Trelingham
Court
is
far
from
Yalden
?
'
Now
was
the
time
for
any
hidden
,
curiosity-loving
sprite
in
the
down
train
to
prick
up
his
ears
and
listen
.
'
Trelingham
Court
?
'
said
the
other
in
an
inquiring
tone
.
'
Why
,
about
six
miles
if
one
is
a
stranger
;
under
six
,
a
good
deal
,
taking
the
short
cut
by
St.
Mirian
.
'
And
as
he
looked
across
at
his
companion
with
more
attention
than
before
an
idea
seemed
to
strike
him
as
possible
,
which
in
a
moment
or
two
must
have
grown
from
possible
to
probable
,
for
he
said
:
'
Excuse
me
,
sir
,
perhaps
you
are
going
to
Trelingham
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
answered
the
other
;
'
that
is
my
journey
's
end
.
'
'
And
mine
,
'
said
his
questioner
.
'
How
very
odd
!
'
He
added
,
after
a
pause
,
and
with
considerable
diffidence
,
'
I
am
very
likely
going
to
ask
an
absurd
question
,
but
I
happened
to
see
a
portrait
in
this
year
's
Academy
of
which
you
strongly
remind
me
,
and
my
cousin
pointed
it
out
as
—
'
The
first
speaker
interrupted
him
courteously
.
'
My
name
,
'
he
said
,
'
is
Rupert
Glanville
,
and
a
portrait
of
me
there
certainly
was
,
hung
rather
too
near
the
sky-line
,
on
those
much-enduring
walls
.
But
you
must
have
observed
it
closely
to
see
a
likeness
between
it
and
a
chance
traveller
on
the
railway
.
'
'
I
was
about
to
remark
,
'
said
the
other
,
'
that
my
cousin
pointed
it
out
as
that
of
the
artist
who
was
coming
down
to
Trelingham
to
paint
the
Great
Hall
.
Else
,
I
know
so
little
of
art
matters
that
I
should
hardly
have
remembered
it
.
'
'
Your
cousin
said
so
,
did
he
?
'
asked
Mr.
Glanville
with
an
accent
of
surprise
.
'
I
thought
no
one
—
'
'
It
was
not
he
,
'
said
the
other
,
laughing
;
'
it
was
she
.
Not
my
cousin
,
Lord
Trelingham
,
but
his
daughter
,
Lady
May
,
who
was
inspecting
the
pictures
that
afternoon
with
other
young
ladies
,
and
made
some
of
us
fellows
walk
in
her
train
.
'
'
Ah
,
'
said
Mr.
Glanville
,
'
I
have
never
met
Lady
May
Davenant
;
and
I
thought
,
I
imagined
,
that
only
Lord
Trelingham
knew
what
was
proposed
.
Until
I
have
seen
the
Great
Hall
,
and
heard
his
plans
more
in
detail
,
I
cannot
tell
whether
anything
will
come
of
it
,
so
far
as
I
am
concerned
.
That
is
why
I
am
now
on
my
way
to
Trelingham
Court
.
'
'
Oh
,
'
said
the
Earl
's
cousin
,
or
Lady
May
's
cousin
,
—
but
I
think
Lady
May
's
cousin
sounds
the
prettier
,
the
more
sentimental
,
as
introducing
this
young
gentleman
(
he
seemed
about
twenty
)
,
who
should
of
course
,
were
mine
not
a
story
of
real
life
,
be
our
first
or
second
lover
,
and
devoted
to
the
Earl
's
daughter
,
—
'
my
cousin
made
no
secret
of
it
,
and
I
suppose
her
father
made
none
.
And
though
I
am
such
an
ignoramus
that
I
do
n't
know
one
style
of
painting
from
another
,
I
remembered
your
portrait
all
the
more
because
a
great
deal
was
said
about
you
manner
—
is
n't
that
the
word
?
If
I
understood
Lady
May
,
it
is
quite
unlike
what
they
supposed
Lord
Trelingham
would
have
chosen
.
They
were
all
loud
in
its
praise
;
but
they
seemed
to
agree
,
or
all
except
Lady
May
,
that
you
,
—
that
,
in
short
,
there
was
a
deal
of
Paganism
in
your
pictures
.
Is
that
so
?
'
'
Quite
,
I
should
fancy
,
'
said
Mr.
Glanville
,
much
amused
at
the
courteous
bluntness
,
or
blunt
courtesy
,
of
this
young
man
,
to
whom
painting
was
clearly
a
far-off
mystery
,
like
Chinese
chess
.
'
Paganism
would
be
the
word
for
it
in
the
Earl
's
entourage
.
For
he
himself
is
by
no
means
a
Pagan
.
'
'
I
should
think
not
,
'
said
the
other
emphatically
;
'
not
at
all
a
pagan
,
unless
Ritualists
are
Pagans
.
But
that
was
the
wonder
.
For
,
of
course
,
he
will
not
want
painting
all
round
him
in
which
he
cannot
believe
.
'
'
That
is
just
it
,
'
replied
Mr.
Glanville
;
'
you
have
hit
the
nail
on
the
head
.
Lord
Trelingham
does
not
want
pictures
in
which
he
cannot
believe
.
He
is
no
artist
;
but
of
all
the
men
I
have
come
across
he
has
the
finest
sense
of
what
is
genuine
art
and
what
is
mere
make-up
and
pretence
.
He
went
to
certain
well-known
masters
and
asked
them
how
they
would
paint
the
Epic
of
king
Arthur
;
and
they
designed
,
every
man
of
them
,
and
impossible
boudoir
idyll
,
a
medieval
dream
,
in
the
style
of
Tennyson
.
He
looked
round
for
some
one
that
professed
,
at
all
events
,
to
paint
realities
;
and
I
know
how
astonished
he
was
on
finding
the
"
paganism
"
of
my
canvases
more
real
than
the
"
dim
rich
"
Christianity
of
Launcelot
and
Guinevere
in
the
Laureate
's
blank
verse
.
So
we
are
going
to
make
trial
whether
I
can
paint
the
Arthurian
history
as
it
must
have
happened
,
if
it
happened
at
all
.
'
To
this
learned
speech
the
Earl
's
cousin
made
no
reply
,
perhaps
because
he
did
not
understand
it
.
About
epics
,
classical
or
medieval
,
Homeric
or
Arthurian
,
he
never
had
troubled
himself
since
he
left
school
;
and
there
he
cared
only
for
the
fighting
in
the
Iliad
,
in
which
he
would
have
liked
to
join
.
Poetry
meant
less
to
him
even
than
painting
;
but
he
did
not
lack
brains
,
and
he
said
by
and
by
:
'
Lord
Trelingham
is
fond
of
art
,
but
I
always
fancied
he
mixed
it
up
with
religion
.
He
is
ever
so
High
Church
,
and
such
a
Tory
that
I
heard
him
say
once
there
were
none
left
but
himself
and
Lord
Hallamshire
.
Shall
you
put
all
that
into
your
King
Arthur
?
For
unless
you
do
,
he
will
not
know
what
to
make
of
it
.
'
'
I
may
,
'
said
Mr.
Glanville
;
'
who
knows
?
'
And
he
laughed
as
if
the
suggestion
had
roused
his
fancy
.
'
King
Arthur
was
certainly
High
Church
,
and
the
Round
Table
a
brotherhood
of
Tory
knights
.
But
Lord
Trelingham
is
many
things
besides
a
Ritualist
.
He
is
an
excellent
art-critic
;
and
when
he
came
to
my
studio
he
talked
much
of
colouring
and
gradation
of
tone
,
without
a
syllable
of
religion
.
'
'
He
is
certainly
,
as
you
remark
,
'
said
the
other
,
'
not
one
man
,
but
several
—
half
a
dozen
,
perhaps
.
For
instance
,
when
you
see
him
at
home
,
you
will
take
him
by
his
dress
for
—
what
do
you
think
?
'
Mr.
Glanville
could
not
say
.
'
No
,
of
course
,
no
one
could
guess
.
But
with
his
long
velvet
coat
reaching
below
his
knees
,
his
skullcap
,
and
flowing
white
beard
,
he
might
very
well
pass
in
a
play
for
some
sort
of
astrologer
.
And
the
curious
thing
,
as
you
will
find
,
is
that
he
has
been
given
that
way
,
and
practises
now
occasionally
.
'
'
Astrology
and
Ritualism
,
—
a
strange
mixture
!
'
said
Mr.
Glanville
;
'
how
does
he
reconcile
them
?
'
'
Beyond
me
to
say
,
'
replied
the
Earl
's
cousin
;
'
but
he
does
.
He
will
probably
draw
your
horoscope
if
you
can
tell
him
the
day
,
hour
,
and
minute
when
you
were
born
,
and
whether
the
room
in
which
you
first
saw
the
light
,
as
he
calls
it
,
looked
east
or
west
.
'
Mr.
Glanville
's
lip
curled
scornfully
.
'
He
will
not
draw
my
horoscope
,
'
he
said
;
'
has
he
drawn
yours
?
'
'
I
believe
so
,
'
answered
the
other
;
'
but
what
is
to
befall
the
unlucky
Tom
Davenant
nobody
knows
,
for
it
is
apparently
something
too
terrible
,
and
my
cousin
has
locked
up
the
prediction
and
never
speaks
of
it
.
'
A
pity
if
anything
should
befall
him
,
let
me
tell
the
reader
,
for
Tom
Davenant
,
as
he
sat
there
with
the
fun
breaking
out
at
the
corners
of
his
mouth
,
was
a
marvellously
good-looking
fellow
,
well-made
in
every
limb
,
tall
and
broad-shouldered
,
with
a
face
so
clear
and
open
that
to
see
him
was
to
like
him
.
The
artist
,
since
their
conversation
began
,
had
been
scanning
with
his
practised
eye
the
almost
too
delicate
features
of
this
young
English
Apollo
,
meaning
hereafter
to
translate
him
into
his
own
realm
of
paganism
,
putting
a
little
more
mind
into
the
great
blue
eyes
(
there
was
enough
in
the
mobile
lips
)
,
and
surrounding
him
with
the
graceful
Hellenic
forms
to
which
,
in
spite
of
his
modern
garb
,
he
was
manifestly
akin
.
'
An
Apollo
,
'
said
Mr.
Glanville
to
himself
,
'
much
exercised
at
the
silver
bow
—
that
is
to
say
,
in
slaying
birds
and
beasts
,
fox-hunting
and
hare-hunting
,
but
destitute
of
lute
and
learning
,
and
very
shy
of
the
Muses
.
'
And
he
went
on
with
his
mental
portraiture
.
I
wonder
what
Tom
Davenant
would
have
made
of
these
reflections
had
his
companion
uttered
them
.
He
was
not
conscious
in
the
least
of
the
beauty
Nature
had
given
him
,
and
thought
fishing
,
hunting
,
and
boating
were
the
only
business
a
man
had
in
life
,
with
smoking
for
a
relaxation
.
He
was
a
perfectly
beautiful
,
healthy
,
guileless
,
and
good-tempered
youth
,
fond
of
every
beast
he
did
not
kill
.
But
as
for
Apollo
and
his
lute
,
he
preferred
a
good
fowlingpiece
to
all
the
lutes
in
the
world
.
And
he
was
not
exactly
shy
of
the
Muses
,
if
Mr.
Glanville
meant
thereby
feminine
society
;
but
he
thought
them
uninteresting
.
Whether
he
cared
for
Lady
May
the
uneven
tenor
of
this
chronicle
must
show
.
The
train
was
stopping
at
Yalden
,
a
steep
,
scrambling
,
irregular
village
that
came
stumbling
down
the
red
sandstone
cliff
as
though
it
had
meant
,
in
a
frenzied
or
heroic
mood
,
to
plunge
straight
into
the
sea
,
but
had
been
pulled
up
at
the
last
moment
and
was
now
unable
to
get
back
again
.
But
the
sea
dealt
kindly
with
it
,
not
suffering
trees
to
grow
indeed
,
and
often
sending
great
sheets
of
spray
high
up
into
its
face
,
yet
tempering
the
air
and
encouraging
the
fuchsias
and
rhododendrons
to
flourish
plenteously
in
the
open
,
so
that
when
our
travellers
arrived
the
village
was
all
colour
,
fragrance
,
freshness
,
its
houses
embowered
in
the
exquisite
long
creeping
plants
which
knew
how
to
shield
themselves
from
the
sea-wind
,
and
the
red
sandstone
glowing
,
as
the
rays
of
sunset
kindled
it
,
like
a
heavy
purple
cloak
flung
carelessly
on
the
ground
.
The
waters
were
restless
under
a
freshening
breeze
,
thin
lines
of
foam
stretching
themselves
along
and
curling
back
as
they
touched
the
sands
,
which
at
this
point
make
a
shelly
,
narrow
,
and
undulating
beach
.
A
little
way
beyond
the
village
,
where
the
sandstone
yielded
to
some
harder
and
more
primitive
rock
,
might
be
seen
a
tiny
creek
hemmed
in
by
huge
cliffs
,
under
which
,
brawling
and
defiant
,
rushed
one
of
those
short
,
swift
rivers
that
delight
in
quarrelling
with
every
stone
they
meet
and
fall
into
the
sea
all
foam
and
trouble
.
It
was
the
Yale
,
from
which
Yalden
takes
its
name
;
and
its
brief
journey
began
on
the
moor
above
.
There
,
too
,
the
railway
paused
,
shareholders
not
being
in
love
with
steep
gradients
and
preferring
to
economise
their
resources
,
while
the
one
or
two
small
inns
of
Yalden
added
to
theirs
by
sending
flys
to
meet
passengers
on
alighting
.
Mr.
Tom
Davenant
had
telegraphed
that
he
might
be
looked
for
by
such
a
train
,
and
as
he
and
Mr.
Glanville
leaped
on
the
platform
they
saw
the
Earl
's
brougham
awaiting
them
.
With
windows
down
and
the
carriage
going
at
a
good
pace
over
the
moor
,
it
was
a
pleasant
evening
drive
;
though
Tom
Davenant
would
have
preferred
riding
,
which
was
to
him
,
as
to
an
Usbeg
Tartar
,
the
natural
way
of
getting
from
one
place
to
another
.
He
had
talked
a
great
deal
for
him
,
being
of
a
silent
and
self-contained
disposition
,
in
the
last
half-hour
of
their
journey
;
and
he
was
not
sorry
that
Mr.
Glanville
left
him
to
his
thoughts
as
they
drove
along
.
The
artist
,
indeed
,
was
no
more
inclined
to
speak
than
the
hunting-man
by
his
side
.
He
was
all
eye
,
gazing
out
upon
the
rolling
moor
which
unfolded
itself
before
them
,
now
up
,
now
down
,
seemingly
boundless
,
except
in
one
direction
where
the
sky
bent
over
it
to
the
western
waters
,
fringing
it
in
this
light
with
a
golden
line
that
never
wavered
,
while
on
the
wide
waste
there
lay
a
stillness
,
intensified
by
the
dying
murmur
of
the
sea
they
were
leaving
behind
.
And
here
again
the
red
sandstone
glowed
purple
,
the
heather
looked
glorious
as
the
rain
of
sunshine
fell
upon
it
,
the
clouds
grew
more
solemn
and
appeared
to
be
drawing
together
,
trailing
after
them
fiery
streamers
,
and
leaving
wide
spaces
of
tender
pale
green
vapour
,
which
would
melt
later
on
into
the
dark
blue
of
the
evening
sky
and
make
room
for
the
stars
.
Strange
,
too
,
it
was
to
see
the
lonely
boulders
,
each
like
a
ghost
standing
in
his
place
on
the
moor
,
brought
thither
in
the
long
past
time
when
a
river
of
ice
travelled
over
it
,
one
knows
not
how
,
one
cannot
reckon
when
,
grinding
its
slow
way
onward
till
it
slipped
into
the
ocean
,
leaving
these
tokens
that
once
it
had
been
.
There
were
dips
full
of
verdure
and
flowering
shrubs
,
reaches
of
bare
sand
,
and
,
as
the
road
bent
down
and
away
from
the
sea
,
a
dark
copse
or
two
,
sheltered
,
as
on
a
lee
shore
,
by
the
higher
ground
,
to
whose
sides
they
clung
timorously
.
As
the
carriage
turned
a
steep
corner
and
began
to
ascend
again
,
Glanville
perceived
that
they
were
entering
a
narrow
valley
,
which
widened
as
it
went
up
to
the
moor
by
easy
steps
,
and
was
clothed
to
the
right
with
underwood
which
the
sun
had
now
ceased
to
illuminate
,
while
to
the
left
all
was
heath
and
furze
.
They
were
entering
the
Park
.
They
passed
one
gate
and
then
another
;
above
the
trees
,
which
here
found
no
difficulty
in
growing
,
came
out
the
turrets
of
a
great
house
.
A
few
more
minutes
brought
the
carriage
to
the
broad
gravel
sweep
of
a
terrace
facing
south-west
,
along
which
ran
the
massive
undecorated
front
of
Trelingham
Court
;
and
the
Earl
himself
,
who
was
walking
to
and
fro
as
if
in
expectation
of
his
guests
,
came
forward
to
meet
them
.
He
gave
each
a
hand
,
and
bade
the
artist
welcome
.
Lord
Trelingham
certainly
bore
out
his
cousin
's
half-mocking
description
of
him
as
'
an
astrologer
in
a
play
'
;
neither
white
beard
,
nor
velvet
gown
,
nor
skull-cap
was
wanting
.
He
wore
on
his
little
finger
an
amethyst
inscribed
with
Solomon
's
seal
;
and
his
wrinkled
,
tawny
face
,
dim
eyes
,
and
lean
,
tremulous
figure
heightened
the
effect
,
making
him
altogether
like
a
man
who
had
stepped
down
out
of
a
picture
and
was
taking
his
evening
walk
,
regardless
of
the
fact
that
he
had
been
buried
and
his
portrait
counted
among
the
family
heirlooms
for
a
couple
of
centuries
.
He
was
not
so
tall
as
his
young
cousin
,
but
had
an
air
of
dignity
which
softened
to
the
utmost
good-nature
when
the
shyness
or
embarrassment
of
others
called
it
forth
.
As
he
stood
on
the
terrace
,
enjoying
the
prospect
and
pointing
out
the
way
they
had
come
to
Glanville
,
the
artist
could
not
help
admiring
the
beautiful
old
man
,
and
asking
himself
whether
immense
wealth
and
high
rank
always
did
spoil
human
goodness
,
as
is
commonly
said
.
Here
was
an
unspoiled
rich
man
,
one
of
the
great
ones
of
the
earth
,
yet
so
gentle
and
unaffected
that
to
live
with
him
would
imply
neither
time-serving
nor
ceremonious
posture-making
.
It
might
,
however
,
involve
superstitious
practices
,
if
the
Earl
were
bent
on
winning
disciples
to
astrology
.
And
Glanville
,
who
had
a
lively
fancy
,
began
to
smile
at
a
Burke
's
Peerage
recorded
in
the
stars
.
They
went
in
,
passing
through
the
Great
Hall
which
was
to
be
the
scene
of
Glanville
's
achievements
.
It
was
a
magnificent
room
,
opening
straight
on
the
terrace
,
and
designed
for
the
solemn
banquets
of
former
days
,
when
a
man
feasted
his
tenants
and
neighbours
at
the
same
tables
and
counted
his
guests
by
the
hundred
.
It
was
lighted
from
above
,
but
at
the
farther
end
an
immense
window
reaching
from
floor
to
ceiling
gave
a
view
of
the
inner
court
,
with
its
lawn
and
fountain
now
in
shadow
,
and
a
screen
of
dark
foliage
,
the
beginning
of
an
extensive
plantation
.
Trelingham
Court
was
built
in
collegiate
fashion
,
sheltering
its
woods
from
the
sea
,
and
sheltered
by
then
in
turn
from
the
north-east
.
'
In
half
an
hour
.
'
said
the
Earl
;
'
we
shall
dine
,
but
in
a
less
formal
dining-room
;
'
and
he
left
Glanville
in
the
butler
's
charge
.
That
stately
gentleman
,
it
is
needless
to
observe
,
was
though
perfectly
well-bred
,
much
more
ceremonious
than
his
master
.
He
perpetuated
in
a
lower
sphere
what
one
has
heard
of
the
manners
of
la
vieille
cour
,
that
Versailles
the
graces
of
which
must
have
been
hopelessly
lost
during
the
French
Revolution
but
for
such
fortunate
survivals
.
In
this
diginfied
way
Glanville
was
shown
to
an
apartment
overlooking
the
front
terrace
,
and
giving
views
of
the
broken
and
rock-strewn
line
of
coast
,
beyond
which
the
waters
spread
out
in
a
golden
sheet
.
The
sun
was
sinking
,
clear
and
ruddy
,
on
their
extreme
edge
.
It
was
an
hour
to
muse
or
write
verses
rather
than
to
dine
.
But
the
great
British
evenign
sacrifice
called
for
its
votary
,
and
Glanville
proceeded
to
attire
himself
in
the
garb
of
blackness
appropriate
thereto
.
CHAPTER
II
SIBYLLINE
MUSIC
On
entering
the
drawing-room
he
found
some
ten
or
twelve
persons
,
of
whom
he
knew
none
but
his
host
,
standing
about
in
the
mournful
way
which
seems
to
have
been
prescribed
by
a
Plutonian
master
of
ceremonies
for
the
minutes
preceding
dinner
.
Every
one
was
hungry
,
and
even
the
ladies
looked
pensive
or
distracted
,
for
the
hour
was
late
.
Glanville
had
no
gift
of
taking
in
a
company
at
a
glance
;
he
was
led
forward
blindly
,
introduced
to
Lady
May
Davenant
,
who
presided
over
her
father
's
household
(
for
the
Earl
was
a
widower
)
,
and
whose
face
,
as
she
was
standing
with
her
back
to
the
light
,
he
could
scarcely
see
,
—
bowed
submissively
to
another
lady
whose
name
he
did
not
catch
,
but
to
whom
he
offered
his
arm
with
the
readiness
required
of
him
,
dinner
being
that
instant
announced
;
and
moved
on
to
the
dining-room
not
unwillingly
,
for
all
the
romantic
scene
of
lights
upon
the
sea
which
curtains
now
shut
out
and
the
flowers
and
subdued
lamps
of
a
dinner-table
replaced
.
Dazzled
though
he
often
was
on
coming
into
a
room
,
Glanville
had
quick
eyes
and
ears
.
When
,
in
Homeric
phrase
,
his
mind
was
getting
the
better
of
its
desire
of
meat
and
drink
,
—
in
other
words
,
when
an
excellent
soup
and
a
glass
of
old
sherry
left
him
philosophically
calm
and
capable
of
observation
,
—
he
looked
across
the
ferns
and
surveyed
the
assembled
guests
at
his
leisure
.
Mr.
Tom
Davenant
,
who
had
followed
him
into
the
drawing-room
,
was
now
sitting
opposite
by
the
side
of
a
clerical-looking
lady
whose
partner
in
life
was
not
far
to
seek
;
for
the
only
clergyman
present
(
he
had
said
grace
,
but
of
course
Glanville
did
not
hear
him
)
at
that
moment
drew
all
eyes
by
remarking
in
a
cheerful
voice
to
the
Earl
that
his
two
volumes
of
the
Life
of
King
Arthur
would
be
out
to-morrow
.
Glanville
,
a
little
alarmed
at
the
announcement
,
earnestly
scrutinised
the
speker
's
countenance
.
It
was
a
bright
,
good
humoured
face
,
betokening
no
malice
,
and
made
veneable
by
the
crown
of
white
hair
which
set
off
a
noble-looking
head
.
Lord
Trelingham
,
however
,
replied
that
Mr.
Truscombe
's
work
could
not
have
appeared
at
a
better
time
;
it
would
no
doubt
help
Mr.
Glanville
to
more
vividly
reproduce
the
local
colouring
which
their
frescoes
in
the
Great
Hall
would
demand
.
Mr.
Truscombe
was
the
clergyman
of
the
parish
,
expressly
invited
to
meet
the
artist
on
the
ground
of
his
being
learned
beyond
all
others
in
British
antiquities
,
and
already
famous
by
his
great
book
on
the
holy
wells
of
Cornwall
and
Cumbria
.
Glanville
received
this
piece
of
news
with
a
polite
air
,
but
inwardly
began
to
chafe
at
the
appearance
of
King
Arthur
and
British
antiquities
during
dinner
.
No
one
could
be
more
sensitive
,
or
less
given
to
the
jargon
of
his
trade
than
he
.
So
sensitive
,
indeed
,
was
the
man
,
that
he
had
not
yet
overcome
his
vexation
on
hearing
from
Tom
Davenant
that
the
Earl
had
spoken
of
him
as
'
the
artist
who
was
to
paint
the
Great
Hall
.
'
He
did
not
know
that
he
should
paint
it
.
One
thing
was
certain
:
if
he
undertook
the
design
he
must
be
left
to
his
own
inspirations
,
or
it
would
be
a
failure
.
He
had
hoped
to
come
down
as
an
invited
guest
with
no
preliminary
flourish
of
trumpets
,
to
meditate
upon
the
work
in
solitude
,
alone
with
Art
,
his
unseen
mistress
;
and
here
was
a
whole
dinner-table
ready
perhaps
to
ask
him
,
'
What
were
his
ideas
?
'
or
,
worse
still
,
to
brings
out
their
own
by
way
of
suggestion
.
Glanville
was
a
fiery
,
shy
,
unmanageable
spirit
,
quite
beyond
Lord
Trelingham
's
comprehension
.
The
Earl
could
not
have
dreamt
what
thoughts
were
passing
through
his
mind
at
the
mention
of
Mr.
truscombe
's
King
Arthur
and
the
short
discussion
to
which
it
gave
rise
.
For
an
instant
the
design
which
had
brought
Glanville
from
London
was
in
danger
.
He
had
more
than
once
started
at
the
shadow
of
interference
and
flung
his
work
aside
.
Could
he
but
have
done
so
now
!
Innocent
Mr.
Truscombe
would
then
have
proved
himself
the
Deus
ex
machina
,
the
divine
agency
that
cuts
an
otherwise
insoluble
knot
and
gives
the
tragic
story
a
happy
ending
,
—
or
rather
,
in
this
case
,
the
tragedy
would
never
have
begun
.
But
no
,
the
personages
of
the
play
,
on
the
very
point
of
falling
asunder
and
going
out
by
their
several
exits
,
were
drawn
once
more
by
invisible
threads
into
a
fated
group
.
Glanville
mastered
,
though
not
without
an
effort
,
the
spasm
of
rage
that
had
seized
upon
him
.
At
clever
evasions
he
was
skilful
;
and
,
while
he
took
care
that
there
should
be
no
talk
of
King
Arthur
that
evening
,
so
far
as
he
was
concerned
,
only
a
very
keen
observer
would
have
known
how
angry
the
allusion
had
made
him
.
It
was
an
evil
omen
.
Instead
of
the
'
auspicious
bird
'
with
which
he
had
hoped
to
begin
,
he
felt
as
if
a
raven
or
other
illboding
visitant
were
flapping
its
wings
over
the
painted
scene
in
which
already
his
imagination
was
roving
.
Conversation
at
the
Earl
's
end
of
the
table
floated
to
a
fresh
topic
.
Another
voice
struck
in
,
that
of
Lord
Hallamshire
,
one
of
his
oldest
friends
,
and
,
like
himself
,
devoted
to
the
interests
of
the
catholicising
party
in
the
Church
of
England
.
Lord
Hallamshire
presided
at
meeting
innumerable
for
the
adoption
,
defence
,
or
further
strengthening
of
the
eastward
position
;
visited
the
confessors
of
the
faith
in
prison
;
subscribed
handsomely
to
missionary
efforts
for
explaining
to
the
natives
of
the
Andaman
and
neighbouring
islands
the
exact
difference
between
a
cope
and
a
chasuble
;
and
was
a
large
,
good
,
dull
man
,
with
heavy
brows
and
an
immovable
countenance
.
His
enormous
nose
,
as
I
have
often
observed
in
persons
of
Lord
Hallamshire
's
type
,
indicated
solidity
rather
than
sagacity
,
and
a
firm
grasp
of
the
prosaic
side
of
things
.
He
was
now
,
after
some
floundering
about
,
holding
straight
on
in
an
account
of
what
had
been
acccomplished
by
the
Guild
of
St.
Austell
to
get
the
orders
of
the
English
Church
fully
recognised
by
their
Eastern
brethren
.
Their
success
with
the
Catholicus
of
babylon
,
so
far
,
had
been
all
they
could
wish
.
'
The
Catholicus
of
Babylon
!
'
said
Glanville
,
who
had
recovered
his
good-humour
;
'
is
that
the
same
as
the
Pope
of
Rome
?
'
Tom
Davenant
looked
at
the
Earl
and
broke
into
a
very
pleasant
smile
.
But
Lord
Trelingham
,
who
had
no
sense
of
the
ludicrous
,
replied
with
much
gravity
,
'
The
same
as
the
Pope
of
Rome
!
Oh
dear
,
no
!
I
see
your
mistake
,
which
was
quite
natural
.
It
is
true
that
St.
Peter
dates
an
epistle
from
Babylon
which
our
brethren
of
the
Western
Obedience
interpret
as
Rome
.
But
the
Catholicus
is
independent
of
Rome
,
like
our
own
archbishop
.
He
sits
in
the
place
of
St.
—
'
He
hesitated
,
trying
to
remember
the
name
.
'
St
.
Daniel
?
'
inquired
Tom
Davenant
,
to
the
Earl
's
consternation
,
who
became
yet
more
confused
and
quite
at
a
loss
.
The
young
man
continued
innocently
,
'
I
know
I
learnt
some
poetry
at
school
about
Babylon
where
Daniel
comes
in
as
a
sort
of
bishop
.
It
began
—
"
'
Belshazzar
gave
a
feast
at
Babylon
in
his
hall
.
'
"
'
Be
quiet
,
Tom
,
'
said
lady
May
,
from
the
end
of
the
table
.
'
You
might
at
least
quote
accurately
.
You
have
spoilt
the
rhythm
of
the
verse
.
'
Then
,
turning
to
her
father
,
'
St
.
Paphnutius
is
the
name
,
'
she
said
.
Glanville
,
who
had
not
observed
Lady
May
hitherto
,
looked
at
her
in
amazement
.
It
was
rude
,
but
how
could
he
help
it
?
Was
she
an
embodied
dictionary
of
ecclesiastical
worthies
,
—
a
blue-stocking
,
thus
to
hand
her
father
a
name
like
Paphnutius
as
unconcerned
and
gracefully
as
though
it
were
a
cup
of
tea
?
What
was
her
age
?
She
seemed
six
or
seven-and-twenty
;
yes
,
it
was
the
period
when
ladies
began
to
do
these
things
.
He
disliked
learned
women
;
they
seemed
to
him
unfeminine
,
the
most
beautiful
thing
in
the
world
spoilt
.
And
so
he
looked
too
steadfastly
at
Lady
May
.
She
might
have
noticed
,
had
not
the
younger
lady
whom
Glanville
had
taken
into
dinner
,
and
who
had
been
hitherto
very
quiet
,
added
to
the
bizarre
effect
of
Daniel
and
Belshazzar
by
remarking
,
'
My
dear
May
,
I
met
this
very
Catholicus
of
Babylon
,
who
has
said
such
civil
things
of
your
church
,
last
week
in
Paris
,
at
Madame
de
Mont-Bazeille
's
.
An
extraordinarily
handsome
man
,
of
about
thirty-six
.
He
has
a
face
like
a
statue
,
and
the
darkest
of
dark
eyes
.
But
his
beard
was
not
so
long
as
I
expected
.
His
costume
was
splendid
,
—
a
kind
of
Oriental
satin
,
of
which
even
Worth
does
not
know
the
name
,
for
I
asked
him
.
And
charmingly
made
up
with
a
ruche
,
you
know
,
of
strange
old
lace
.
I
daresay
it
cost
a
fortune
.
Monseigneur
Sidarlik
they
called
him
.
'
'
That
is
the
name
,
'
said
Lord
Hallamshire
;
'
it
is
odd
you
should
have
met
him
in
Paris
.
His
letter
to
the
Guild
was
dated
Constantinople
.
'
'
Oh
,
he
came
on
account
of
the
slave-trade
,
'
said
the
lady
.
'
I
heard
why
,
but
it
has
gone
out
of
my
head
.
'
'
Doubtless
,
'
said
Lord
Trelingham
in
his
gentle
voice
,
'
it
was
to
ask
the
French
Government
whether
they
could
not
stop
the
importation
of
slaves
into
Syria
.
I
hope
he
succeeded
in
his
benevolent
mission
.
'
'
I
remember
now
,
'
said
the
young
lady
;
'
no
,
it
was
very
amusing
.
Monseigneur
Sidarlik
came
to
consult
a
great
firm
in
Paris
which
gives
young
girls
a
dot
,
—
what
are
they
called
?
Ah
,
yes
,
the
Prix
Montyon
de
l
'
Orient
;
they
send
them
to
the
East
,
and
by
way
of
Armenia
to
Russia
,
where
they
marry
into
the
households
of
our
great
nobles
.
The
Catholicus
is
their
agent
in
his
part
of
the
world
;
and
the
number
exported
had
fallen
off
,
and
he
came
to
make
fresh
arrangements
.
We
were
all
so
much
amused
at
the
idea
of
going
to
Asia
for
a
husband
.
'
Lord
Trelingham
looked
aghast
.
'
My
dear
Countess
,
'
he
said
,
'
you
must
be
mistaken
.
This
is
dreadful
.
The
Catholicus
would
never
engage
in
such
proceedings
;
he
is
perfectly
orthodox
.
You
must
have
heard
the
wrong
story
.
'
Lord
Hallamshire
thought
so
too
.
The
Countess
shrugged
her
shoulders
and
did
not
argue
the
point
;
but
she
held
her
own
opinion
.
Whether
,
indeed
,
she
were
maligning
a
blameless
prelate
,
or
casting
a
powerful
side-light
on
the
manners
and
customs
of
Babylonian
Christians
,
in
any
case
,
the
subject
became
too
difficult
to
dwell
upon
.
Lady
May
inquired
of
Tom
Davenant
what
he
had
been
doing
.
He
bethought
himself
of
the
remarkable
meeting
with
Glanville
,
and
drew
the
artist
into
the
conversation
;
and
the
Earl
's
daughter
,
though
her
sentences
were
brief
,
and
she
guided
their
talk
rather
than
shared
in
it
,
kept
them
off
the
dangerous
themes
of
painting
and
religion
.
Her
expression
,
while
she
thus
fulfilled
the
duties
of
her
place
,
was
somewhat
fatigued
.
She
wore
an
air
of
listlessness
.
But
her
lips
were
proud
and
firm
;
and
Glanville
found
himself
comparing
her
voice
to
the
sound
of
a
harp
.
It
was
a
rich
contralto
,
full
of
depth
and
resonance
,
which
gave
the
commonest
words
a
feeling
.
What
she
spoke
was
not
trivial
,
but
it
could
not
be
intimate
,
uttered
across
a
dining-table
;
yet
there
was
something
,
—
there
was
a
story
to
make
out
,
Glanville
fancied
,
though
he
could
not
have
said
why
.
If
she
were
a
blue-stocking
,
then
blue-stockings
might
be
wonderfully
impressive
.
Lady
May
rose
,
and
the
gentlemen
fell
into
politics
when
they
were
left
to
themselves
.
But
Glanville
sat
considering
.
He
was
haunted
by
the
look
and
still
more
by
the
voice
of
his
hostess
.
She
was
not
exactly
beautiful
—
or
was
she
?
The
features
were
regular
,
the
eyes
dark
and
full
;
cheek
and
throat
of
a
ruddy
brown
,
and
hair
as
black
as
night
.
There
was
intelligence
in
the
forehead
,
and
a
proud
decision
in
her
movements
.
Yet
in
those
dark
eyes
was
a
far-off
look
,
uncertain
,
questioning
,
in
the
closed
lips
a
habit
of
self-repression
.
Could
it
be
that
she
was
unhappy
?
passionate
she
seemed
by
temperament
,
inclinning
to
despise
those
about
her
.
And
the
voice
again
,
—
'
fire
and
sweetness
,
'
he
said
to
himself
.
'
Am
I
falling
in
love
?
'
he
concluded
,
with
and
inward
smile
.
But
he
was
glad
when
the
Earl
invited
them
to
join
the
ladies
.
He
wanted
to
hear
the
harp-like
tones
,
to
study
the
character
a
little
more
.
He
was
fortunate
.
The
windows
of
the
drawing-room
opened
on
the
terrace
;
and
a
mild
evening
,
with
the
moon
making
daylight
all
over
the
land
and
shimmering
softly
out
at
sea
,
drew
them
into
the
open
air
.
It
was
not
a
formal
party
.
Except
Glanville
,
they
were
all
old
acquaintance
;
and
Mr.
and
Mrs.
Truscombe
were
,
that
night
,
staying
like
the
rest
at
Trelingham
.
Tom
Davenant
went
away
to
smoke
with
the
clergyman
;
the
others
fell
into
little
groups
;
and
lady
May
,
in
her
quality
of
hostess
,
came
to
Mr.
Glanville
where
he
stood
with
the
Earl
,
and
inquired
whether
he
found
his
room
comfortable
.
Her
father
turned
to
her
,
'
Thank
you
so
much
,
my
dear
,
'
he
said
,
'
for
helping
me
to
the
name
of
St.
Paphnutius
.
What
a
wonderful
memory
you
have
!
I
cannot
remember
names
at
all
,
and
it
gets
one
into
such
difficulties
when
one
has
to
make
a
speech
.
But
you
never
forget
them
.
'
'
It
is
easier
,
'
said
Lady
May
gently
,
'
to
remember
a
name
for
you
,
papa
,
even
if
it
is
so
out
of
the
way
as
Paphnutius
than
to
see
you
in
trouble
over
it
.
'
'
So
,
'
thought
Glanville
,
'
she
is
not
a
church
dictionary
after
all
;
she
is
only
an
affectionate
daughter
.
I
am
glad
of
it
.
'
Just
then
Lord
Trelingham
was
called
away
.
The
artist
found
himself
alone
with
the
lady
,
and
was
not
a
little
surprised
when
,
after
a
pause
of
a
moment
or
two
,
she
began
,
'
I
fear
Mr.
Truscombe
's
new
book
will
not
be
so
agreeable
to
you
as
to
the
good
man
himself
.
It
is
a
pity
the
publication
should
occur
just
whem
you
are
designing
your
plans
for
the
great
Hall
.
'
Glanville
could
only
say
in
some
confusion
,
'
Really
,
I
do
n't
know
.
Why
do
you
think
so
?
Perhaps
I
did
not
show
sufficient
interest
in
the
Life
of
King
Arthur
.
I
hope
I
was
not
in
any
way
rude
to
Mr.
truscombe
?
'
'
Oh
no
,
'
said
Lady
May
;
'
but
there
was
something
you
did
not
like
.
My
father
is
the
most
considerate
of
men
,
and
admires
art
and
artists
.
But
he
does
not
quite
,
I
think
,
enter
into
the
nture
of
their
work
;
he
does
not
know
that
inspiration
is
easily
checked
.
He
would
fancy
that
you
and
mr.
Truscombe
might
,
to
some
extent
,
combine
your
gifts
in
the
decoration
on
which
he
has
set
his
heart
.
But
if
I
understand
—
perhaps
I
do
not
—
the
quality
of
your
painting
,
I
should
think
it
impossible
for
you
to
do
so
.
And
I
saw
you
were
annoyed
.
'
'
Well
,
'
said
Glanville
,
half
ashamed
of
himself
,
'
I
was
.
I
may
not
have
any
inspiration
to
boast
of
;
and
no
doubt
Mr.
Truscombe
could
teach
me
about
the
local
colour
.
But
I
have
always
worked
alone
,
and
a
partner
would
be
unendurable
to
me
.
At
least
,
'
he
continued
,
with
a
sort
of
laugh
,
'
there
is
only
one
from
whom
I
ask
advice
,
and
I
seldom
take
it
then
.
'
'
He
must
be
a
man
of
genius
,
'
said
Lady
May
,
not
sarcastically
,
but
as
if
she
really
thought
so
,
'
for
your
painting
has
so
much
that
is
peculiar
.
I
cannot
imagine
two
minds
,
much
less
two
pairs
of
hands
,
engaged
in
it
.
'
The
artist
felt
astonished
;
had
this
lady
studied
his
works
closely
?
And
why
was
her
admiration
so
unreserved
?
He
answered
:
'
My
friend
does
not
paint
,
but
he
knows
all
that
has
been
done
in
painting
,
and
everything
else
,
I
think
.
His
advice
,
like
that
of
the
demon
of
Socrates
,
is
chiefly
negative
.
But
it
is
the
serverest
criticism
;
it
takes
down
the
studio
walls
and
lets
in
the
sun
.
'
'
How
very
interesting
!
'
cried
Lady
May
;
'
and
is
he
known
?
Has
he
written
anything
?
'
'
Not
a
line
.
He
is
quite
unknown
,
and
will
never
be
famous
.
'
They
fell
into
silence
.
The
Earl
did
not
return
.
His
daughter
,
as
if
absorbed
in
thought
,
looked
out
over
the
moor
towards
the
distant
sparkle
of
the
waves
.
At
last
she
said
again
,
'
I
wonder
by
what
secret
association
it
is
that
one
thinks
of
rain
and
storm
on
such
an
evening
as
this
?
There
is
not
a
cloud
to
be
seen
.
'
'
And
are
you
thinking
of
rain
and
storm
?
'
said
the
artist
.
'
My
imagination
,
I
suppose
I
must
call
it
,
has
been
whispering
to
me
of
rain
since
we
came
on
the
terrace
.
Rain
,
coming
down
soft
and
steady
,
without
a
moment
's
pause
;
and
the
wind
sighing
through
it
,
yet
not
blowing
it
away
.
It
is
strange
that
fancy
should
play
these
tricks
.
What
is
the
association
with
a
still
landscape
and
radiant
moon
?
'
'
Contrast
,
'
said
Glanville
;
'
if
we
only
knew
why
contrasts
suggest
each
other
,
or
why
extremes
meet
.
It
is
too
deep
a
philosophy
.
But
,
'
he
went
on
slowly
,
'
there
is
something
in
your
description
of
dark
rain
and
wind
that
reminds
me
of
I
know
not
what
musician
;
of
some
one
who
has
put
into
his
composition
the
voice
of
a
long-continued
,
hopeless
,
weeping
tempest
,
which
sobs
as
though
it
would
fain
hush
itself
to
sleep
and
could
not
.
'
'
Oh
,
'
said
Lady
May
,
looking
pleased
,
'
have
you
those
feelings
when
you
hear
music
?
Do
you
translate
it
into
figures
of
people
moving
,
scenery
,
a
sense
that
you
are
journeying
on
and
on
into
unknown
lands
?
I
am
constantly
doing
so
.
'
'
And
I
,
too
,
'
replied
he
;
'
but
in
my
fanciful
accompaniment
there
are
always
battles
.
mighty
conflicts
upon
which
the
fate
of
the
world
seems
to
hanf
.
Yes
,
it
was
a
movement
of
Chopin
's
that
you
described
,
the
very
spirit
of
the
rain
moaning
to
itself
secretly
.
Do
you
play
?
You
may
have
the
music
.
'
'
Yes
,
I
play
,
'
said
the
lady
,
'
and
there
are
many
of
Chopin
's
works
in
the
drawing-room
.
'
She
turned
and
looked
towards
it
.
No
lights
were
visible
.
The
moon
made
a
great
square
of
silver
where
it
shone
in
at
the
long
windows
opening
to
the
ground
.
'
Then
,
'
said
Glanville
,
'
let
me
ask
you
to
lay
the
rain-spirit
with
Chopin
's
nocturne
.
Let
it
weep
itself
to
death
on
the
piano
.
'
They
walked
towards
the
entrance
;
and
as
they
were
going
in
the
Countess
joined
them
.
'
May
,
'
she
said
,
'
are
you
going
to
play
?
I
want
you
to
choose
something
that
will
take
the
moonlight
out
of
my
eyes
.
It
has
made
me
quite
sleepy
;
and
you
must
wake
me
up
.
'
And
she
threw
herself
with
the
look
of
a
tired
child
on
a
sofa
near
the
open
window
.
'
No
,
karina
,
'
replied
Lady
May
;
'
I
shall
send
you
to
sleep
now
.
You
can
wake
up
afterwards
.
'
Glanville
lit
the
wax
candles
in
a
pair
of
antique
sconces
which
adorned
the
piano
.
Their
feeble
light
left
a
deep
shadow
in
the
centre
of
the
room
.
The
moon
looked
in
at
the
window
;
on
the
terrace
outside
nothing
stirred
.
It
was
a
lovely
scene
,
hushed
in
silence
;
a
world
all
fresh
,
calm
,
and
beautiful
,
lifted
up
into
night
and
poesy
.
The
music
,
found
as
soon
as
looked
for
,
was
opened
;
Glanville
stood
by
,
to
turn
over
the
leaves
;
and
Lady
May
,
seating
herself
,
struck
the
opening
chords
.
A
few
bars
of
sad
,
slow
meditation
,
passing
into
lament
,
into
longing
,
expectancy
,
disappointment
;
and
then
the
sighing
music
seemed
to
gather
the
winds
out
of
heaven
,
and
breathe
all
its
sorrow
into
them
and
send
them
wandering
abroad
;
and
by
and
by
,
as
the
listner
fancied
,
the
skies
had
turned
to
rain
,
and
all
round
were
the
falling
showers
,
soft
,
steady
,
unbroken
,
as
they
had
been
pictured
to
him
,
every
moment
more
sombre
,
blotting
out
the
light
.
He
seemed
to
hear
the
thunderous
harmonies
with
their
muffed
,
threatening
roll
;
and
fire
came
into
the
rain
and
struck
through
it
;
and
the
music
grew
shrill
and
weird
,
only
to
sink
down
again
into
faint
monotonous
sobbing
.
All
at
once
,
as
it
seemed
coming
to
an
end
,
there
rose
up
as
from
the
heart
of
the
spent
storm
a
human
voice
.
With
not
unlike
cadence
and
alternation
of
feeling
,
now
proudly
defiant
,
now
self-accusing
and
full
of
regret
,
now
fainting
to
utter
weariness
,
it
in
some
way
repeated
and
intensified
the
passionate
throbbings
of
Chopin
's
nocturne
.
Glanville
started
from
his
reverie
.
It
was
lady
May
,
improvising
as
in
subtle
reminiscence
of
the
notes
before
her
a
chant
in
some
southern
tongue
,
that
recalled
the
phases
of
the
strange
composition
and
put
upon
them
a
definite
and
heart-shaking
meaning
.
The
words
were
foreign
to
Glanville
's
ear
;
the
accents
of
grief
were
not
;
and
he
stood
motionless
and
embarrassed
,
like
one
who
witnesses
an
outbreak
of
unsuspected
wildness
where
all
has
hitherto
been
self-control
.
Lady
May
took
no
heed
of
him
;
she
had
forgotten
his
existence
it
seemed
,
and
she
went
on
shaping
,
as
he
could
not
doubt
,
her
words
to
the
music
,
until
in
the
gentlest
whisperings
of
resignation
they
became
softer
and
softer
,
and
at
last
went
out
in
silence
.
It
was
like
seeing
the
curtain
fall
on
a
tragedy
.
'
Oh
,
May
,
'
cried
the
Countess
,
starting
up
,
'
do
you
call
that
playing
me
to
sleep
?
I
am
trembling
all
over
.
Where
did
you
find
that
horrible
piece
of
music
?
It
was
enough
to
curdle
the
blood
in
one
's
veins
.
Do
you
not
think
,
'
she
said
to
the
artist
,
'
that
my
cousin
ought
to
be
ashamed
of
frightening
us
so
?
I
always
say
she
has
the
voice
of
a
Medea
,
or
a
stage-murderess
.
Do
n't
you
agree
with
me
?
'
Glanville
muttered
dissent
of
acquiescence
,
it
would
be
impossible
to
say
which
,
and
could
not
take
his
eyes
off
Lady
May
.
What
sort
of
temperament
was
it
that
broke
loose
in
such
perilous
fashion
?
Was
it
only
te
genius
of
an
actress
,
metamorphosed
by
fate
into
an
earl
's
daughter
,
yet
unable
to
subdue
its
natural
longings
and
in
this
way
satisfying
them
?
A
Medea
!
There
could
be
no
question
of
it
.
Were
that
untamable
disposition
to
be
roused
,
it
would
,
while
the
frenzy
lasted
,
be
as
little
capable
of
pity
as
the
tigress
.
And
yet
how
tender
had
some
passages
of
the
improvisation
sounded
!
He
was
at
a
loss
;
he
could
not
tell
what
to
think
,
except
that
in
this
high-born
,
delicately-nurtured
lady
there
were
unknown
possibilities
of
good
and
evil
.
She
met
his
glance
,
and
said
,
with
a
shade
of
diffidence
,
'
I
learned
to
improvise
when
I
was
a
child
in
Italy
;
and
the
pleasure
of
attempting
it
is
sometimes
irresistible
.
I
hope
you
were
not
frightened
,
like
my
cousin
Karina
.
She
is
terrified
at
everything
.
'
'
Indeed
,
I
am
not
,
'
said
Karina
petulantly
;
'
but
I
never
could
endure
your
grand
style
of
singing
—
you
know
I
adore
you
when
you
are
quiet
—
since
the
day
it
made
me
fall
off
the
steps
at
Genoa
with
surprise
.
'
'
You
were
a
silly
child
,
'
said
Lady
May
,
'
and
you
fell
because
you
would
look
back
and
make
faces
at
me
,
instead
of
seeing
where
you
were
going
.
'
And
they
both
laughed
at
the
remembrance
.
The
rest
of
the
party
now
came
in
;
tea
was
handed
by
the
orthodox
ministers
that
accompanied
the
urn
;
Lady
May
did
all
that
could
be
required
at
the
hands
of
an
attentive
daughter
and
hostess
;
and
Glanville
struggled
with
an
eerie
feeling
,
as
if
he
had
seen
her
in
the
form
of
panther
or
tigress
vanishing
in
the
twilight
,
which
had
now
succeeded
on
the
moon
's
going
down
.
When
he
retired
to
his
room
the
feeling
was
still
upon
him
,
uncanny
,
disagreeable
.
He
was
not
equal
to
much
railway
travelling
,
and
fatigue
soon
sent
him
to
sleep
;
but
in
the
dim
caverns
of
unconsciousness
he
seemed
again
and
again
to
hear
the
falling
rain
,
drip
,
drip
,
drip
,
and
the
murmurs
,
fierce
or
tender
,
of
unassuaged
passion
,
its
endless
long-drawn
sighings
,
till
he
sank
into
depths
of
slumber
where
no
voice
came
.
CHAPTER
III
O
RICHEST
FORTUNE
SOURLY
CROST
!
When
Glanville
awoke
,
rather
late
next
morning
,
and
glanced
out
of
his
window
,
he
found
that
his
dream
had
not
been
all
a
dream
.
The
early
hours
must
have
been
stormy
,
for
the
air
had
a
moist
fragrance
,
and
the
foliage
on
every
side
seemed
to
be
glistening
with
raindrops
.
It
would
be
an
uncertain
,
changing
day
,
rather
dark
than
light
,
and
not
favourable
for
painting
had
he
intended
it
.
But
the
painting
of
the
Great
Hall
was
a
long
way
off
.
He
did
not
know
whether
his
designs
would
meet
with
approval
now
that
a
professed
(
and
probably
ridiculous
)
antiquarian
had
come
on
the
scene
,
to
vex
him
with
pedantic
theories
.
He
knew
that
Lord
Trelingham
had
in
these
matters
sound
sense
and
judgement
,
however
little
of
either
he
might
display
where
the
ritual
of
his
creed
was
concerned
.
But
he
wanted
no
Mr.
Truscombe
to
meddle
;
and
he
was
resolved
to
keep
him
at
arm
's
length
.
Whilst
girding
himself
up
with
these
and
the
like
fierce
thoughts
of
combat
,
he
heard
the
breakfast-bell
.
It
was
,
for
a
wonder
,
sweet-toned
and
musical
;
and
,
as
he
hurried
down
,
he
asked
himself
whether
Lady
May
shared
his
intense
dislike
of
gongs
and
other
such
barbaric
instruments
,
and
whether
it
was
by
her
doing
that
the
first
morning-sounds
were
made
pleasant
to
waking
ears
.
'
You
see
,
'
he
said
,
on
wishing
her
good-morning
,
'
it
was
your
prophetic
sense
that
made
you
think
of
rain
.
It
seems
to
have
come
in
good
earnest
.
Last
night
you
must
have
heard
it
creeping
over
the
sea
.
'
'
Then
I
am
a
prophetess
of
evil
,
'
said
Lady
May
,
'
for
there
has
not
been
such
a
storm
this
long
while
.
I
could
not
sleep
for
the
uproar
it
made
.
'
'
No
,
'
said
Tom
Davenant
,
coming
in
,
'
you
are
too
nervous
.
But
have
you
seen
what
has
happened
in
the
picture-gallery
?
'
The
Earl
followed
him
in
haste
.
'
Oh
,
my
dear
May
,
'
he
said
,
'
such
a
misfortune
!
One
of
the
windows
in
the
picture-gallery
blew
in
during
the
storm
,
and
has
been
shattered
to
pieces
.
And
the
portrait
of
Lady
Elizabeth
is
ruined
—
utterly
ruined
.
'
Lord
Trelingham
never
lost
his
temper
at
the
worst
of
times
.
He
would
have
gone
to
the
scaffold
with
placidity
in
a
good
cause
.
But
he
looked
exceedingly
distressed
now
.
'
Lady
Elizabeth
's
portrait
,
'
he
murmured
;
'
I
should
not
have
cared
for
any
other
.
'
'
Oh
,
father
,
what
a
pity
!
'
said
May
in
a
feeling
voice
.
'
How
sorry
you
will
be
!
Did
it
fall
,
or
what
was
the
accident
?
'
His
distress
instantly
called
out
her
sympathy
.
'
Ruined
,
ruined
!
'
her
father
reiterated
.
'
It
was
found
this
morning
by
Redwood
lying
across
some
chairs
;
the
canvas
not
only
scratched
,
but
torn
in
several
places
,
as
if
it
had
been
paper
,
and
the
face
of
the
portrait
damaged
worse
than
all
the
rest
.
'
'
It
must
have
been
struck
bodily
from
the
wall
,
'
said
Tom
Davenant
,
'
by
the
window
frame
when
it
was
blown
in
.
You
never
saw
such
confusion
.
Glass
,
woodwork
,
and
canvas
all
in
a
heap
together
.
But
can
nothing
be
done
?
Here
is
Mr.
Glanville
,
'
he
went
on
,
turning
to
the
artist
;
'
he
can
tell
us
better
than
any
one
whether
the
harm
can
be
put
right
.
'
'
I
am
at
lord
trelingham
's
service
,
'
replied
Glanville
;
'
shall
I
go
at
once
and
examine
the
picture
?
'
'
You
are
very
kind
,
'
said
the
Earl
,
'
but
you
must
not
stir
till
you
have
breakfasted
.
There
is
no
haste
.
The
workmen
have
boarded
up
the
window
,
and
laid
the
picture
in
a
safe
place
.
'
There
was
a
pause
,
during
which
,
with
subdued
mien
,
the
others
addressed
themselves
to
the
duty
of
breakfasting
.
But
the
Earl
could
scarcely
eat
.
'
We
shall
feel
the
loss
of
it
,
May
,
'
he
said
to
his
daughter
in
