shall,
until
it
is
likely
to
do
him
good
.
Ivor
has
other
things
now
to
trouble
about
besides
his
parentage
.
'
The
artist
could
not
believe
that
his
friend
,
who
appeared
so
subdued
and
patient
,
would
be
standing
by
in
silence
had
he
given
credit
to
these
words
.
Yet
the
Duke
spoke
with
authority
,
and
the
rest
seemed
to
take
it
as
a
matter
of
course
.
'
You
perhaps
thought
,
'
resumed
this
tamer
of
men
,
who
saw
the
deep
impression
his
words
were
making
on
Rupert
,
'
that
by
taking
a
few
oaths
and
professing
general
principles
you
might
be
free
of
the
brotherhood
.
You
must
now
realise
that
our
bond
is
not
so
easily
put
on
,
and
that
it
never
can
be
taken
off
.
There
is
,
or
has
been
,
in
the
life
of
each
one
here
—
and
of
those
outside
who
belong
to
us
—
a
personal
reason
why
he
should
despair
of
the
society
that
has
made
him
what
he
is
.
Those
only
give
up
the
past
who
have
nothing
more
to
hope
from
it
.
Tell
me
,
then
,
what
injury
has
society
inflicted
on
you
?
The
artist
thought
of
Hippolyta
,
and
was
beside
himself
with
rage
.
What
but
the
stupid
,
immoral
,
mercenary
,
polluting
conventions
of
the
world
had
first
made
their
marriage
impossible
,
and
now
flung
her
out
into
danger
and
loneliness
,
far
from
his
love
and
care
?
That
pure
and
lofty
spirit
had
been
immolated
to
the
crying
social
sin
which
makes
of
wedlock
the
worst
prostitution
.
From
first
to
last
she
had
been
a
victim
whose
innocence
did
but
make
her
the
easier
prey
.
What
had
he
lost
?
'
You
need
not
ask
me
whether
I
am
a
wrecked
and
miserable
man
,
'
he
replied
,
with
a
firmness
equal
to
the
Duke
's
.
'
Society
has
done
me
a
harm
it
can
never
repair
;
and
I
am
yours
,
soul
and
body
,
heart
,
hands
,
and
brain
,
if
you
will
undertake
to
restore
that
which
has
been
reft
from
me
.
I
will
not
publish
the
history
in
this
room
,
to
men
who
are
doubtless
worthy
of
all
confidence
,
but
whose
names
I
do
not
even
know
.
If
you
care
to
receive
it
as
a
secret
,
I
am
willing
to
inform
you
whenever
and
wherever
you
choose
.
Provided
only
,
'
he
concluded
with
a
glance
towards
Ivor
,
'
that
my
friend
is
spared
the
trouble
of
being
present
.
'
'
Your
friend
,
'
said
Ivor
quietly
,
'
has
never
asked
to
know
any
man
's
secrets
.
He
will
respect
yours
so
far
as
to
decline
knowing
them
.
'
'
Be
more
considerate
,
Ivor
,
'
said
the
Duke
,
laying
a
hand
on
his
shoulder
.
'
Can
you
not
see
that
it
is
passion
,
not
your
friend
Mr.
Glanville
,
that
speaks
?
Were
he
not
thrown
off
his
balance
by
that
loss
,
which
must
yet
be
recent
,
I
might
be
slow
to
credit
his
sincerity
.
Whereas
I
believe
and
honour
it
.
'
Ivor
hung
down
his
head
.
He
was
ashamed
of
his
resentment
.
After
a
few
moments
he
came
forward
to
where
Rupert
was
seated
and
took
his
hand
,
which
the
artist
,
overcome
by
conflicting
emotions
,
did
not
refuse
.
The
Duke
smiled
,
'
You
have
not
lost
everything
,
Mr.
Glanville
,
'
he
said
,
'
while
you
can
count
on
the
friendship
of
Ivor
Mardol
.
'
'
But
come
,
'
he
exclaimed
after
a
pause
,
in
the
lighter
tone
which
he
had
affected
during
dinner
;
'
you
want
to
hear
what
has
made
me
,
the
Duke
of
—
of
Adullam
,
'
he
said
,
smiling
maliciously
,
'
a
Nihilist
.
Can
you
not
see
for
yourself
?
'
Rupert
shook
his
head
.
He
wanted
the
Duke
to
go
on
.
Then
said
his
Grace
,
'
Look
at
me
.
The
one
sufficient
reason
why
I
should
detest
the
present
order
of
things
is
that
I
not
only
was
born
great
,
but
have
had
greatness
thrust
upon
me
.
You
ask
what
society
has
taken
from
me
.
I
answer
,
a
motive
for
exertion
,
an
interest
in
life
.
'
'
But
you
have
enormous
interests
,
'
said
Rupert
.
'
True
;
but
no
interest
.
I
cannot
go
to
seek
my
fortune
as
young
heroes
do
in
the
story-books
.
I
have
more
already
than
I
know
how
to
manage
.
If
I
were
capable
of
earning
a
name
in
science
or
literature
I
must
not
attempt
it
.
A
Duke
that
writes
verses
or
volumes
on
chemistry
is
always
slightly
ridiculous
.
Besides
,
I
could
do
neither
.
One
thing
lay
within
my
reach
.
As
Leader
.
of
the
House
of
Commons
,
as
a
democratic
Prime
Minister
,
I
might
have
governed
the
nation
and
put
into
effect
the
true
principles
of
social
order
.
But
,
'
he
concluded
,
laughing
,
'
when
I
was
on
the
point
of
beginning
,
and
had
nearly
broken
up
the
party
lines
which
have
made
injustice
and
oppression
secure
for
the
last
two
centuries
,
fate
stepped
in
and
insisted
on
my
becoming
a
Duke
and
a
nonentity
.
'
'
That
was
hard
,
'
observed
Glanville
,
smiling
gravely
.
'
No
wonder
you
wish
to
pull
down
the
House
of
Lords
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
replied
his
host
;
'
a
state
of
things
in
which
a
man
must
become
a
Duke
,
whether
he
likes
it
or
no
,
is
simply
unreasonable
.
In
the
world
of
the
future
those
only
shall
have
prizes
that
are
capable
of
enjoying
them
.
'
When
he
had
reached
this
point
in
his
half-serious
,
half-satirical
remarks
,
the
Duke
rose
and
,
taking
one
of
the
guests
with
him
,
went
away
.
Another
who
had
been
standing
near
in
silence
addressed
Rupert
,
as
he
seemed
hesitating
whether
to
follow
them
or
remain
.
'
The
Duke
will
come
back
presently
,
'
he
said
.
And
then
,
after
a
while
,
'
Our
host
finds
pleasure
in
making
his
earnest
appear
like
jest
.
But
you
may
take
for
granted
that
no
man
living
has
had
a
more
melancholy
experience
.
'
'
How
so
,
if
it
is
not
a
secret
?
'
inquired
Rupert
.
'
Oh
,
there
are
secrets
and
secrets
.
The
history
of
the
Duke
of
Adullam
would
be
frightfully
strange
in
your
ears
were
you
told
merely
what
I
know
,
and
some
others
in
this
room
.
But
,
as
he
remarked
,
you
have
only
to
look
at
him
and
you
can
imagine
what
kind
of
secrets
have
made
up
his
life
and
taken
the
glamour
from
it
.
He
is
the
victim
of
nature
as
of
society
.
The
trial
has
been
too
much
for
a
mere
man
.
Consider
his
fascination
,
grace
,
and
accomplishments
.
They
would
make
him
miserable
in
any
station
,
high
or
low
.
They
have
given
him
every
pleasure
without
stint
;
they
have
filled
his
cup
to
overflowing
with
the
enjoyment
of
which
others
crave
a
single
drop
to
intoxicate
them
.
He
has
drained
the
goblet
,
and
for
him
the
intoxication
is
past
.
He
cannot
be
deluded
any
more
.
Were
he
a
great
genius
he
might
go
on
forging
delusions
for
himself
and
living
upon
them
,
as
we
lesser
mortals
accept
delusions
ready
made
,
with
docility
and
gratitude
,
never
asking
how
they
came
to
be
.
The
Duke
,
for
his
misfortune
,
is
neither
a
fool
nor
a
poet
.
He
is
clear-headed
,
self-controlled
,
accustomed
to
the
childlike
devices
of
men
who
come
to
him
enamoured
of
his
influence
,
and
of
women
that
have
fallen
under
the
spell
of
his
enchantments
.
He
understands
the
human
animal
whose
governing
motive
is
self-interest
.
I
do
not
say
he
cannot
love
,
but
he
cannot
believe
in
love
,
and
hardly
in
friendship
.
He
is
,
therefore
,
very
exquisite
,
—
and
very
corrupt
.
And
he
knows
it
,
and
wonders
whether
in
the
boundless
universe
there
may
not
be
something
which
would
cure
him
of
his
disease
of
realism
,
—
an
ideal
the
possession
of
which
should
not
be
fatuity
,
disappointment
,
and
sickness
of
spirit
.
'
'
You
describe
an
old
complaint
,
'
said
Rupert
;
'
I
suppose
that
his
private
ennui
has
been
endeavouring
to
transform
itself
into
the
pain
of
the
world
.
It
is
a
pity
he
has
not
something
to
cry
for
.
'
'
A
great
pity
,
'
replied
the
other
;
'
but
I
do
not
see
how
he
can
be
wounded
.
His
most
dreadful
quality
is
to
be
invulnerable
.
Who
was
the
man
at
the
stake
that
shrieked
out
to
the
bystanders
,
"
I
cannot
burn
;
for
God
's
sake
,
help
me
to
burn
"
?
'
'
Ridley
or
Latimer
,
I
forget
which
,
'
answered
the
artist
;
adding
,
'
now
I
understand
the
Duke
a
little
better
.
Ennui
is
,
I
daresay
,
the
torment
of
the
damned
;
and
in
those
who
have
never
felt
it
not
likely
to
excite
compassion
.
'
'
I
do
not
believe
,
'
said
Ivor
,
who
had
been
sitting
by
all
this
while
without
a
word
,
'
that
the
Duke
was
ever
in
love
,
though
he
may
have
fancied
he
was
.
He
has
been
too
much
adored
—
a
god
enshrined
above
the
multitude
for
their
worship
.
'
'
And
now
,
'
said
the
stranger
,
taking
him
up
,
'
he
has
got
tired
of
them
and
their
worship
,
and
has
leaped
down
from
the
altar
and
begun
demolishing
the
temple
.
'
'
It
is
the
story
of
the
French
noblesse
repeating
itself
,
'
said
Rupert
;
'
first
,
Louis
Quinze
and
Voltaire
,
then
the
Fourth
of
August
.
'
While
they
were
talking
,
the
subject
of
their
conversation
returned
.
He
took
Ivor
affectionately
by
the
arm
and
,
whispering
some
words
in
his
ear
,
seemed
to
be
sending
him
away
.
Ivor
left
the
room
;
and
the
Duke
,
approaching
Rupert
,
said
graciously
,
'
Will
you
come
to
my
study
for
a
moment
?
'
The
artist
bowed
and
followed
him
as
he
led
the
way
through
the
verandah
.
They
traversed
several
rooms
,
which
were
brilliantly
lighted
,
and
only
looked
the
more
solitary
for
the
air
of
expectation
that
seemed
to
hang
over
them
.
Glanville
as
he
passed
could
not
forbear
the
tribute
of
an
admiring
glance
at
the
paintings
,
statuary
,
and
curious
furniture
with
which
they
were
adorned
.
The
Duke
's
study
,
in
comparison
,
was
plain
and
simple
,
containing
all
the
requisites
,
daintily
mounted
,
of
that
extensive
correspondence
,
much
of
it
in
cypher
,
which
his
Grace
of
Adullam
carried
on
.
At
no
time
had
he
been
indolent
;
perhaps
the
secret
of
his
unhappiness
lay
,
as
he
said
,
in
the
excess
of
energy
for
which
he
could
find
neither
scope
nor
occasion
.
He
motioned
the
artist
to
a
chair
,
took
one
himself
,
and
while
the
fire
sparkled
in
front
of
them
,
turned
down
the
lamp
till
only
a
ruddy
twilight
reigned
in
the
room
.
'
Now
,
'
he
said
,
'
we
are
alone
,
as
you
desired
.
Ivor
Mardol
is
not
hidden
behind
the
arras
;
and
what
you
tell
me
shall
sink
into
silence
on
the
instant
.
I
have
received
many
a
confession
here
,
but
none
has
gone
over
the
threshold
.
'
While
he
had
been
following
the
Duke
,
Rupert
's
mind
had
not
ceased
to
busy
itself
with
the
question
whether
he
should
still
try
to
fence
,
or
surrender
,
and
throw
himself
on
his
opponent
's
generosity
.
The
figure
of
the
Jew
,
Bernstein
,
seemed
to
rise
and
mock
his
hesitation
.
Confide
in
the
Duke
?
But
that
would
be
the
same
thing
as
confessing
to
Ivor
.
How
could
he
possibly
tell
that
they
were
not
in
collusion
?
Nay
,
the
horrible
thought
crossed
his
mind
that
Hippolyta
might
be
in
that
very
house
,
hidden
where
he
was
least
likely
to
seek
her
out
.
His
blood
turned
cold
as
he
dwelt
on
it
.
However
,
he
was
sick
of
dissembling
.
He
did
not
doubt
that
if
he
chose
he
could
go
on
playing
his
part
as
hitherto
,
but
the
recoil
when
the
play
was
at
an
end
would
be
terrible
.
Why
should
he
not
speak
and
have
done
with
it
?
Were
these
men
guilty
of
the
abduction
?
Had
Hippolyta
consented
to
be
taken
away
?
In
that
case
they
would
know
already
as
much
as
he
could
tell
them
.
He
resolved
to
fling
his
cards
on
the
table
,
and
let
them
decide
the
contest
as
they
fell
.
The
Duke
waited
,
without
a
sign
of
impatience
.
He
was
mild
and
calm
,
and
imperturbable
.
'
If
I
am
to
say
anything
,
'
Rupert
at
last
began
,
'
it
must
be
everything
.
And
the
history
is
strange
—
incredible
,
in
fact
.
'
'
I
shall
not
find
it
incredible
if
you
tell
it
me
,
'
replied
the
Duke
.
'
Well
,
then
,
'
said
Glanville
,
'
I
must
go
back
to
the
Hermitage
at
Trelingham
.
'
A
picturesque
locale
,
'
said
the
Duke
of
Adullam
,
'
as
I
remember
it
when
I
stayed
with
the
Earl
some
years
ago
,
in
my
Tory
days
.
Something
quaintly
conceived
,
with
the
water
and
the
hills
round
it
.
'
'
And
do
you
know
Colonel
Valence
as
well
as
the
Hermitage
?
'
inquired
Rupert
.
'
He
was
not
at
Trelingham
,
'
the
Duke
answered
quietly
;
'
however
,
yes
,
I
know
him
.
'
'
Good
,
'
said
Rupert
to
himself
;
'
now
we
are
coming
on
the
track
.
I
will
give
him
every
bit
of
the
chronicle
,
from
the
Madonna
of
San
Lucar
onward
.
'
And
he
did
so
,
condensing
the
narrative
where
he
could
,
but
leaving
out
nothing
that
he
deemed
of
consequence
,
except
the
affection
that
Lady
May
had
indulged
for
him
,
and
the
immediate
motives
connected
with
it
which
had
induced
Hippolyta
to
quit
Falside
and
seek
him
in
London
.
He
found
an
admirable
listener
.
When
Rupert
grew
excited
the
Duke
said
not
a
word
,
but
allowed
him
to
recover
himself
at
leisure
;
and
when
the
sudden
remembrance
of
his
great
loss
choked
his
utterance
and
would
not
suffer
him
to
proceed
,
a
gentle
whisper
,
the
expression
of
profound
and
delicate
sympathy
,
restored
his
spirits
and
animated
him
to
complete
the
recital
.
Experienced
as
the
Duke
was
in
all
possible
combinations
of
passion
,
at
certain
points
he
displayed
a
keen
interest
,
and
even
amazement
.
Once
or
twice
he
seemed
about
to
interrupt
the
narrative
;
but
,
checking
himself
,
bade
Rupert
,
by
a
gesture
,
continue
.
When
at
length
,
after
describing
his
return
to
Forrest
House
,
the
indications
of
Hippolyta
's
flight
which
he
there
came
upon
,
and
,
in
general
terms
,
his
fruitless
efforts
to
find
her
,
he
paused
and
looked
down
,
the
Duke
of
Adullam
only
said
,
'
Have
you
Miss
Valence
's
portrait
?
'
The
artist
gave
a
half
smile
,
which
was
not
pleasant
to
see
,
as
he
thought
of
the
person
to
whom
he
had
confided
that
portrait
and
the
man
who
now
asked
him
about
it
.
He
preferred
Bernstein
to
have
it
before
any
Duke
.
But
that
it
should
be
in
the
hands
of
either
—
!
'
No
,
'
he
replied
shortly
;
'
your
Grace
will
have
to
draw
on
your
memory
if
you
desire
to
know
what
she
is
like
.
'
'
I
have
hardly
any
memory
,
'
answered
the
Duke
,
who
was
as
quick
at
discovering
other
people
's
thoughts
about
him
as
they
were
in
thinking
them
.
'
I
never
saw
her
but
once
,
'
he
continued
,
'
and
that
was
some
years
ago
,
when
she
was
a
mere
child
.
But
she
knows
I
am
her
father
's
sincere
friend
.
'
For
some
time
he
sat
lost
in
reflection
,
after
which
,
turning
up
the
lamp
and
looking
full
at
Glanville
,
he
said
:
'
Your
suspicions
of
Ivor
Mardol
are
absurd
and
unjust
.
I
am
sure
that
he
knows
nothing
of
Miss
Valence
.
To
conjecture
,
as
you
did
in
the
first
instance
,
that
she
had
gone
under
his
directions
on
a
revolutionary
errand
was
ingenious
;
but
you
should
have
accepted
his
denial
.
You
have
been
very
near
losing
your
other
self
,
who
will
be
true
when
all
the
women
you
have
ever
cared
for
have
turned
out
false
.
'
'
But
,
except
Ivor
,
she
saw
nobody
,
'
returned
the
artist
.
'
What
reason
,
unconnected
with
the
movement
,
as
he
calls
it
,
can
she
have
had
for
flying
in
a
moment
from
Forrest
House
?
'
'
It
is
idle
to
talk
of
reasons
,
'
said
the
Duke
,
'
where
a
woman
is
concerned
.
Find
me
a
passion
,
and
I
will
unravel
the
knot
,
which
at
present
,
I
confess
,
is
insoluble
.
Enthusiasm
—
we
want
some
infusion
of
enthusiasm
to
account
for
the
madness
.
'
'
Ah
,
good
heavens
!
'
groaned
Rupert
,
'
there
was
no
lack
of
enthusiasm
.
Hippolyta
was
capable
of
going
the
length
of
England
to
discover
Annie
Dauris
,
or
of
joining
her
father
in
Siberia
.
Do
you
think
,
'
he
said
,
with
a
sudden
gesture
,
'
that
she
has
done
it
?
Where
is
Colonel
Valence
?
'
'
Not
in
Siberia
yet
,
'
returned
the
Duke
,
with
a
peculiar
smile
.
'
I
believe
I
can
find
him
for
you
.
But
oh
,
young
man
,
'
he
continued
,
between
jest
and
earnest
,
'
how
happy
are
you
to
feel
such
a
human
,
such
a
natural
grief
and
excitement
!
Do
not
be
in
a
hurry
to
extinguish
them
.
You
are
living
through
the
most
delectable
chapters
of
your
romance
.
You
have
come
to
the
thrilling
part
where
one-third
is
love
,
and
another
third
anguish
,
and
the
last
third
uncertain
hope
and
longing
mixed
in
about
equal
proportions
.
Believe
me
,
you
will
never
live
it
through
a
second
time
.
What
would
I
not
give
for
the
despair
,
the
active
,
poignant
despair
,
no
mere
dull
and
chronic
feeling
,
which
I
underwent
in
the
days
of
my
first
abandonment
,
—
not
where
I
forsook
,
that
would
have
been
tame
—
but
where
I
was
forsaken
?
The
throbbing
of
exquisite
pain
,
the
life
in
all
its
fiery
ebullition
,
the
changing
dread
and
sudden
palpitations
of
joy
as
the
heavens
above
me
closed
or
opened
!
That
was
a
divine
anguish
.
And
will
you
hasten
to
bring
in
the
heavy
father
from
a
side-scene
,
where
the
old
man
is
waiting
in
hat
and
cloak
,
leaning
on
his
absurd
staff
,
merely
that
you
and
Miss
Hippolyta
may
go
down
on
your
knees
before
him
for
his
blessing
,
and
live
happy
—
that
is
to
say
,
bored
to
death
—
ever
after
?
Foolish
,
foolish
young
man
.
!
'
The
Duke
in
his
fervour
rose
and
paced
the
room
,
while
Glanville
,
provoked
and
miserable
,
did
not
know
whether
to
laugh
,
to
storm
,
or
to
take
himself
out
of
the
house
.
It
was
not
long
,
however
,
before
the
eccentric
peer
sat
down
again
,
and
resumed
a
little
more
seriously
,
'
But
I
perceive
what
I
suspected
to
be
true
;
you
are
not
miserable
enough
to
join
us
at
this
stage
of
your
experience
.
The
evil
done
to
you
may
be
repaired
,
Miss
Valence
may
come
back
,
and
your
discontent
with
social
institutions
will
give
place
to
an
ardent
desire
for
the
delights
of
a
fashionable
wedding
.
St.
George
's
,
Hanover
Square
,
will
quite
satisfy
your
aspirations
towards
the
Ideal
,
and
serve
as
your
Rome
and
Mecca
.
"
Journeys
end
in
lovers
'
meetings
,
every
wise
man
's
son
doth
know
.
"
Is
it
not
so
?
But
he
that
would
join
us
must
have
seen
through
the
veil
,
and
become
convinced
that
the
most
solid-looking
and
utterly
venerable
institutions
,
from
matrimony
to
the
House
of
Lords
,
are
cobwebs
to
hide
the
nakedness
of
existence
.
When
you
have
got
so
far
—
five
years
,
say
,
after
your
union
with
Miss
Valence
—
you
may
knock
at
the
door
of
our
smoking-room
again
.
Meanwhile
,
we
will
allow
you
to
be
an
honorary
member
,
and
to
see
anything
in
which
you
feel
an
interest
.
As
regards
pains
and
penalties
,
why
,
you
are
a
gentleman
,
and
will
keep
your
word
to
be
secret
about
these
mysteries
of
the
nineteenth
century
.
I
will
not
even
say
,
Vous
en
serez
quitte
pour
la
peur
.
You
are
not
the
sort
of
man
to
be
frightened
.
'
Glanville
heard
,
but
he
was
scarcely
attending
.
When
the
Duke
stopped
in
his
talk
he
seemed
to
wake
from
a
reverie
in
which
he
had
been
plunged
during
the
last
few
moments
,
and
he
said
with
decision
,
'
I
must
mention
that
I
have
seen
your
Grace
,
and
I
will
not
promise
anything
as
regards
Colonel
Valence
.
Not
all
the
fathers
in
the
world
,
nor
all
the
societies
,
shall
come
between
me
and
Hippolyta
.
'
'
Beautiful
enthusiasm
!
'
sighed
the
Duke
;
'
would
that
I
could
share
in
it
.
Were
I
in
your
place
,
knowing
the
disenchantments
that
must
come
by
and
by
,
I
should
try
to
believe
that
Hippolyta
was
divided
between
love
for
me
and
some
other
love
equally
strong
,
which
made
her
existence
a
flame
of
fire
like
my
own
.
Oh
,
you
need
have
no
scruple
in
mentioning
your
visit
here
.
And
it
may
be
some
time
before
you
meet
Colonel
Valence
.
He
resembles
your
friend
Ivor
in
being
as
much
at
home
with
the
Spartans
as
with
the
Athenians
.
However
,
I
will
send
you
word
should
he
come
this
way
.
'
The
conference
was
at
an
end
.
Returning
to
the
salon
which
he
had
first
entered
,
Rupert
,
after
bidding
farewell
to
the
Duke
,
who
accompanied
him
so
far
,
was
joined
by
Ivor
Mardol
.
The
other
guests
had
vanished
.
It
was
brilliant
starlight
as
they
drove
to
the
artist
's
abode
,
where
Ivor
was
to
take
up
his
quarters
that
night
.
The
Duke
's
conversation
,
sarcastic
and
odd
though
it
had
been
,
did
not
fail
to
do
Rupert
one
good
service
.
It
almost
persuaded
him
that
,
in
suspecting
Ivor
,
he
had
committed
an
injustice
.
His
heart
was
not
so
heavy
.
On
the
other
hand
,
his
friend
made
no
inquiries
,
did
not
appear
to
feel
resentment
,
and
spoke
at
intervals
in
his
usual
affectionate
tone
,
remarking
,
with
some
degree
of
malice
,
on
the
unexpected
nature
of
the
initiation
which
Rupert
had
gone
through
.
'
You
were
wondering
when
the
daggers
and
death's-head
would
be
brought
in
,
I
could
see
,
'
observed
Mardol
,
'
and
were
much
disappointed
when
the
dusky
page
offered
you
mere
pipes
and
tobacco
.
'
'
I
am
still
inclined
to
think
it
was
mostly
make-believe
,
'
said
Rupert
.
'
Nihilism
is
the
fashion
,
and
your
Duke
of
Adullam
likes
playing
at
it
.
'
'
Hush
!
'
exclaimed
Ivor
.
They
were
driving
along
the
Knightsbridge
Road
,
and
sound
of
belated
newsboys
crying
out
an
extraordinary
edition
of
the
evening
journals
came
through
the
open
carriage-window
.
'
Tell
the
coachman
to
stop
;
there
is
news
.
'
The
coachman
stopped
.
They
heard
the
word
'
assassination
'
repeated
many
times
.
Ivor
got
out
,
caught
hold
of
a
newsboy
,
and
held
up
the
paper
under
the
street
lamp
.
He
came
running
back
.
'
What
is
it
?
'
inquired
Rupert
languidly
.
His
friend
sprang
in
,
pulled
up
the
window
,
and
said
in
a
low
voice
,
'
They
have
done
it
at
last
.
'
'
Done
what
?
'
said
the
artist
.
At
that
moment
he
caught
the
announcement
distinctly
which
was
filling
the
air
,
and
he
heard
the
words
,
again
and
again
,
'
Assassination
of
the
Emperor
of
Russia
.
'
He
started
in
his
seat
,
and
tried
in
the
gloom
to
make
out
his
companion
's
face
,
but
could
not
.
'
Ivor
,
Ivor
,
'
he
cried
,
'
did
you
know
this
was
going
to
happen
?
Tell
me
,
for
God
's
sake
.
'
'
Do
n't
ask
me
what
I
knew
,
'
returned
Ivor
;
'
it
is
unspeakable
,
appalling
.
'
There
was
silence
in
the
carriage
till
they
came
within
sight
of
Rupert
's
door
.
A
ray
of
light
penetrated
the
gloom
and
showed
Ivor
,
with
his
face
buried
in
his
hands
.
He
looked
up
,
and
said
after
some
deliberation
,
'
Rupert
,
I
am
not
in
any
way
acquainted
with
your
Colonel
Valence
.
But
I
heard
to-night
that
he
was
in
Russia
.
If
he
is
mixed
up
in
this
,
there
will
shortly
be
news
of
him
.
He
may
escape
,
and
he
will
come
,
as
they
all
do
,
to
London
.
If
,
on
the
contrary
,
he
is
captured
,
we
shall
have
the
photographs
of
the
prisoners
sent
over
to
us
,
and
you
will
be
allowed
to
see
them
and
discover
his
features
,
should
he
be
among
them
.
'
'
Do
you
think
,
'
said
Rupert
,
his
voice
sinking
to
a
hoarse
whisper
,
'
that
he
would
have
exposed
Hippolyta
,
his
own
child
,
to
a
danger
like
this
?
'
'
A
Nihilist
has
no
children
where
the
society
is
concerned
,
'
replied
Ivor
.
'
I
fear
from
your
description
of
Miss
Valence
that
her
daring
and
enthusiasm
would
have
pointed
her
out
as
the
very
one
to
be
selected
for
the
post
of
danger
.
Anyhow
,
if
her
father
is
not
dead
or
in
the
hands
of
the
Russian
police
,
you
will
soon
be
in
the
way
of
meeting
him
.
I
must
say
good-night
here
,
'
he
went
on
,
as
the
carriage
stopped
at
the
door
,
and
they
alighted
on
the
pavement
.
'
Why
,
'
said
Rupert
,
'
you
promised
to
sleep
here
.
'
'
Yes
,
but
'
—
he
paused
and
looked
round
—
'
I
may
be
wanted
at
home
.
There
will
be
letters
,
—
visitors
,
—
early
in
the
morning
.
Oh
,
you
need
not
take
alarm
,
'
he
continued
,
seeing
Rupert
's
countenance
growing
troubled
.
'
This
was
none
of
my
doing
.
I
am
only
an
ambulance
officer
,
one
of
the
Geneva
Red
Cross
,
on
the
battlefield
.
But
I
ought
to
be
at
my
post
.
Good-night
,
Rupert
.
Do
not
distrust
me
again
.
I
could
not
bear
it
.
'
And
he
hurried
away
.
His
friend
took
the
journal
which
he
had
left
,
went
into
his
study
,
and
sat
down
to
read
it
.
The
account
was
brief
,
as
might
be
supposed
,
and
he
saw
only
that
women
,
as
well
as
men
,
were
implicated
.
He
watched
and
thought
into
the
small
hours
of
the
morning
;
his
mind
was
busy
reckoning
the
times
,
possibilities
,
probabilities
,
which
would
throw
light
on
Hippolyta
's
connection
with
the
plot
.
He
could
make
nothing
of
it
all
.
She
might
have
been
there
,
such
was
his
conclusion
.
When
the
murky
light
of
day
came
into
the
room
he
was
watching
still
.
CHAPTER
XXXII
LIGHT
OR
LIGHTNING
?
The
torment
of
the
next
few
days
in
Rupert
's
soul
no
words
can
express
.
He
seemed
to
be
lying
on
the
rack
,
waiting
,
palpitating
,
suffering
new
anguish
every
moment
,
while
the
hours
drew
on
and
on
,
and
would
not
finish
.
There
was
excitement
all
over
Europe
,
of
which
the
daily
papers
gave
a
vivid
reflection
,
—
excitement
among
the
adherents
of
governments
and
aristocracies
,
which
had
received
a
deadly
shock
in
the
assassination
of
the
Tsar
;
excitement
as
great
,
but
felt
like
a
subterranean
earthquake
,
among
the
revolutionists
that
had
dealt
it
.
Rupert
's
one
anxiety
was
to
catch
in
the
welter
of
confused
voices
the
name
of
Hippolyta
.
He
scanned
the
journals
eagerly
,
and
went
every
morning
and
evening
to
Grafton
Place
,
in
the
hope
of
hearing
through
Ivor
Mardol
that
some
one
had
brought
information
from
St.
Petersburg
.
And
as
refugee
after
refugee
appeared
in
London
,
but
Colonel
Valence
did
not
return
,
and
nothing
was
said
of
his
daughter
,
the
artist
's
despair
became
uncontrollable
.
His
suspicions
of
Mardol
woke
from
the
slumber
into
which
they
had
been
cast
by
that
evening
at
the
Duke
of
Adullam
's
.
He
began
to
devise
wild
schemes
of
penetrating
into
the
Russian
prisons
and
seeing
with
his
own
eyes
whether
they
held
Hippolyta
.
Wandering
restless
and
uncertain
,
he
forgot
to
eat
or
drink
,
he
could
not
sleep
,
his
studio
was
abandoned
,
his
whole
existence
seemed
to
be
falling
into
confusion
.
Ivor
was
all
kindness
and
brotherly
love
;
but
he
could
not
enlighten
Rupert
,
for
he
was
still
in
the
dark
himself
.
He
did
not
dare
to
hint
what
he
surmised
.
Things
were
in
this
condition
,
and
Rupert
was
looking
the
picture
of
fatigue
and
disappointment
,
when
Bernstein
the
Jew
presented
himself
one
afternoon
to
complain
that
for
several
days
Glanville
had
sent
him
no
report
,
not
even
that
of
his
first
meeting
with
the
anarchists
,
which
,
he
said
,
must
have
taken
place
.
The
artist
looked
at
him
wearily
.
'
What
is
the
use
of
my
telling
you
?
'
he
said
;
'
you
will
not
find
out
anything
.
You
have
failed
utterly
up
to
this
.
'
'
Yes
,
'
answered
Bernstein
composedly
,
'
I
have
failed
.
Did
I
not
warn
you
that
so
it
might
be
,
when
I
heard
of
the
twofold
motive
?
I
said
,
"
To
find
Mrs.
Malcolm
I
cannot
promise
.
"
But
,
we
say
in
German
,
no
thread
so
fine
is
spun
that
it
comes
not
to
the
sun
.
And
thus
it
will
prove
.
I
have
caused
to
be
inserted
your
advertisements
in
the
Times
.
There
is
no
answer
yet
.
Perhaps
the
true
answer
was
the
news
from
Russia
.
We
must
wait
But
,
'
continued
he
,
'
two
things
I
have
found
.
One
is
that
there
is
search
going
on
for
Miss
Valence
by
the
side
of
ours
.
My
people
have
met
other
people
below
,
in
the
under-world
of
which
I
did
speak
to
you
when
first
I
came
.
And
the
second
,
I
can
tell
you
what
has
happened
to
the
young
woman
,
Annie
Dauris
.
'
'
What
?
'
inquired
Rupert
.
He
did
not
care
much
.
Annie
Dauris
was
nothing
to
him
.
'
She
is
dead
,
'
said
the
Jew
calmly
.
'
Dead
?
'
echoed
the
artist
in
his
absent
voice
;
'
it
was
soon
over
then
.
How
do
you
know
?
'
'
Because
I
saw
her
lying
dead
in
—
Hospital
,
'
was
the
answer
.
Rupert
became
interested
.
'
Ah
,
'
he
said
,
'
it
was
the
first
hospital
I
went
into
that
night
.
Stay
,
'
he
continued
,
turning
to
the
Jew
,
'
was
Annie
Dauris
fair
,
light-haired
,
rather
pretty
,
but
with
a
careworn
expression
?
Can
it
have
been
the
patient
I
saw
that
could
not
speak
and
looked
at
me
attentively
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
said
Bernstein
,
'
yes
,
it
is
the
same
.
She
was
brought
from
the
lodging-house
poisoned
,
and
was
,
in
a
manner
,
restored
to
life
.
But
she
was
never
able
to
speak
.
While
she
had
the
fever
her
child
was
born
.
The
mother
and
the
child
are
dead
.
The
inquest
was
yesterday
.
Her
father
and
her
companion
,
Charlotte
Fraser
,
identified
the
body
.
It
was
Annie
Dauris
,
and
I
think
she
knew
too
much
and
was
murdered
.
'
'
By
whom
?
'
asked
Rupert
.
The
Jew
shrugged
his
shoulders
.
'
You
would
not
believe
me
,
'
he
said
,
'
therefore
I
hold
my
tongue
.
You
are
not
a
strong
character
,
Mr.
Glanville
.
Your
friend
Mr.
Mardol
is
the
strong
character
.
He
can
and
will
turn
you
round
his
finger
,
and
lead
you
about
by
the
nose
.
Pardon
me
,
but
is
it
not
so
?
You
go
to
him
twice
daily
;
you
sit
long
with
him
.
You
do
not
send
me
a
memorandum
.
It
is
clear
that
you
believe
him
your
friend
again
.
'
'
What
if
I
do
?
'
exclaimed
Rupert
;
'
you
can
go
on
searching
,
all
the
same
.
Who
else
,
I
wonder
,
is
looking
for
Hippolyta
?
'
he
said
to
himself
thoughtfully
;
'
it
must
be
the
Duke
of
Adullam
.
'
Bernstein
caught
the
words
and
frowned
till
his
black
eyebrows
met
.
An
expression
of
alarm
passed
over
his
countenance
.
'
I
know
that
name
,
'
he
said
;
'
it
is
a
mock-name
of
a
great
noble
who
does
much
in
my
world
.
You
and
Mr.
Mardol
went
to
his
house
and
stayed
there
many
hours
such
a
night
.
Why
went
you
?
'
'
That
is
my
business
,
'
answered
Rupert
;
'
and
now
,
Mr.
Bernstein
,
understand
that
I
give
you
full
permission
to
go
on
with
your
search
,
but
I
have
no
longer
the
assurance
that
my
friend
Mardol
has
done
me
an
injury
.
'
'
Your
friend
Mardol
,
I
say
,
is
the
clever
man
,
'
repeated
Bernstein
.
'
I
will
search
,
for
it
is
a
strange
case
.
But
if
I
make
clear
to
myself
that
Mrs.
Malcolm
was
in
Petersburg
,
and
is
taken
,
or
—
,
'
he
stopped
;
then
after
a
pause
went
on
,
'
shall
I
bring
you
the
news
,
whatever
it
may
happen
to
be
?
'
'
Yes
,
'
answered
Rupert
in
a
low
but
steady
tone
;
'
let
me
know
the
worst
.
'
He
perceived
that
Bernstein
's
conjectures
were
taking
the
same
direction
as
his
own
.
It
shook
him
violently
.
When
the
Jew
left
and
he
was
sitting
alone
,
with
his
head
bowed
,
thinking
,
always
thinking
,
as
the
day
went
on
,
the
most
terrible
imaginations
came
flocking
round
him
;
and
one
,
which
recurred
like
a
monomania
,
drove
him
from
the
house
.
He
saw
himself
lying
on
the
floor
of
his
dressing-room
,
shot
through
the
heart
,
a
pistol
lying
at
his
right
hand
.
There
was
a
gloomy
fascination
in
imagining
the
look
of
deadly
calm
on
his
face
,
the
attitude
of
his
limbs
as
he
lay
where
he
had
fallen
,
the
disorder
in
the
room
,
and
the
silence
brooding
over
it
.
A
little
more
and
he
would
have
begun
to
mount
the
stairs
which
led
to
his
bedchamber
.
It
must
not
be
.
'
Not
yet
,
not
yet
,
'
he
murmured
,
as
though
soothing
a
child
.
He
would
go
to
Ivor
.
He
would
stay
under
his
roof
tonight
and
to-morrow
,
in
the
neighbourhood
of
his
schoolboy
friend
.
He
felt
chill
and
heartsick
beyond
all
he
had
experienced
.
But
he
did
not
venture
to
sleep
in
his
own
house
.
Ivor
was
waiting
,
not
to
give
him
news
,
—
there
was
none
,
—
but
to
say
that
an
old
friend
had
requested
him
to
be
that
evening
at
the
Spartans
'
,
in
Denzil
Lane
.
He
proposed
to
take
Rupert
.
'
It
will
be
a
stormy
meeting
,
'
Ivor
continued
,
'
for
I
have
not
attended
a
lodge
,
except
one
,
since
you
called
me
to
Trelingham
,
and
that
ended
in
my
banishment
.
But
there
is
always
some
comfort
.
The
friend
I
am
going
to
meet
has
more
acquaintance
with
the
inner
circles
of
our
society
than
any
man
living
.
He
is
sure
to
know
Colonel
Valence
under
some
name
or
other
.
I
wish
you
could
tell
me
all
that
you
have
learnt
about
that
mysterious
personage
.
But
the
Duke
of
Adullam
has
warned
me
not
to
ask
.
'
The
low
fever
that
had
taken
possession
of
Rupert
grew
upon
him
every
hour
.
He
did
not
talk
;
and
when
dinner
came
,
eating
was
impossible
.
His
friend
began
to
think
he
had
better
go
to
Denzil
Lane
by
himself
and
bring
back
what
news
there
might
be
.
But
he
no
sooner
proposed
it
than
the
artist
,
rising
up
,
said
in
a
melancholy
tone
,
'
For
God
's
sake
,
Ivor
,
do
not
leave
me
to-night
.
I
have
lost
all
control
of
my
imagination
.
My
thoughts
,
my
fancies
are
suicidal
.
Find
Hippolyta
I
must
,
or
go
mad
.
'
They
left
the
house
late
,
in
silence
,
walking
along
the
crowded
streets
without
exchanging
an
observation
.
Ivor
had
his
own
sad
thoughts
,
apart
from
the
anguish
of
his
friend
.
He
did
not
know
whose
fate
trembled
in
the
balance
that
evening
,
his
or
Rupert
's
.
The
strange
acquaintance
between
himself
and
the
Duke
of
Adullam
had
made
it
comparatively
easy
to
face
the
so-called
Athenians
,
with
whom
he
had
never
entirely
broken
.
The
Spartans
,
as
their
name
denoted
,
were
much
less
tolerant
of
private
opinion
,
and
ready
to
inflict
the
severest
penalties
on
dissentients
or
renegades
.
Ivor
was
walking
up
to
the
cannon
's
mouth
.
He
knew
his
men
,
and
did
not
promise
himself
a
speedy
reconciliation
with
them
or
an
untroubled
lease
of
life
.
And
the
reception
he
met
on
entering
would
have
discouraged
a
bolder
man
.
It
was
the
large
,
bare
committee-room
,
which
we
remember
,
in
the
decayed
house
at
Denzil
Lane
,
where
Hippolyta
and
Ivor
held
their
first
conversation
.
The
passage
was
not
lighted
,
and
Ivor
,
leading
Rupert
in
the
dark
,
had
to
knock
twice
ere
he
gained
admission
.
A
species
of
warder
,
wearing
a
red
sash
across
his
breast
,
stood
inside
,
jealously
guarding
the
entrance
.
On
opening
he
recognised
the
engraver
,
drew
back
,
and
seemed
uncertain
whether
he
should
be
allowed
to
pass
.
But
at
the
sight
of
Rupert
closely
following
on
the
heels
of
his
friend
the
warder
put
out
his
hand
,
laying
it
rather
heavily
on
the
artist
's
shoulder
,
and
said
in
a
quick
,
rough
undertone
,
'
What
do
you
want
here
?
'
Rupert
stood
perfectly
still
.
Ivor
,
just
looking
at
the
doorkeeper
,
said
two
or
three
words
and
held
out
a
scrap
of
paper
.
The
effect
was
instantaneous
.
The
grim
warder
drew
aside
;
Rupert
passed
in
;
and
the
two
friends
,
making
their
way
up
the
room
,
seated
themselves
,
by
Ivor
's
choice
,
where
they
could
see
all
that
was
going
forward
and
keep
an
eye
on
the
door
.
Rupert
,
somewhat
roused
from
his
lethargy
,
looked
round
and
thought
he
had
never
been
in
such
a
place
before
.
The
scene
resembled
a
night-school
rather
than
a
Socialist
meeting
.
The
great
windows
at
either
end
were
closed
with
wooden
shutters
and
iron
bars
;
three
jets
of
gas
hanging
from
the
plastered
ceiling
threw
a
crude
light
on
the
benches
occupied
by
some
thirty
or
forty
men
,
who
seemed
,
by
their
dress
and
general
appearance
,
to
belong
to
the
steadier
sort
of
mechanics
.
There
was
a
tribune
,
or
master
's
pulpit
,
at
the
upper
end
away
from
the
door
,
which
was
at
present
empty
.
Near
it
was
the
table
,
covered
with
green
baize
,
at
which
Hippolyta
had
seated
herself
while
Ivor
uttered
his
thoughts
to
her
the
first
morning
they
met
.
But
Rupert
did
not
know
that
Hippolyta
had
ever
been
in
the
room
.
He
felt
almost
as
much
surprise
here
as
at
the
Duke
of
Adullam
's
.
He
had
expected
a
larger
meeting
,
and
not
this
kind
of
people
.
In
his
mind
there
went
with
Socialism
something
squalid
,
frowsy
,
unkempt
,
and
forlorn
.
But
these
men
seemed
to
be
in
receipt
of
wages
enabling
them
to
dress
decently
;
they
had
an
educated
look
;
and
many
of
them
were
turning
over
the
journals
or
reading
written
documents
.
Among
them
were
evidently
a
certain
number
of
foreigners
.
They
all
looked
up
on
the
entrance
of
Ivor
Mardol
.
Seeing
Rupert
,
they
looked
inquiringly
at
one
another
;
and
a
second
officer
,
in
red
sash
like
the
doorkeeper
,
came
up
and
asked
him
who
he
was
.
Rupert
pointed
to
Ivor
;
again
the
scrap
of
paper
was
shown
,
again
the
magic
working
followed
.
The
men
bent
over
their
journals
and
documents
.
There
was
apparently
no
business
going
on
,
or
it
had
not
begun
.
In
the
midst
of
the
silence
a
slight
young
man
went
from
his
place
at
the
side
of
the
hall
into
the
pulpit
,
carrying
with
him
a
bundle
of
papers
.
The
rest
laid
down
what
they
were
reading
,
and
threw
themselves
into
listening
attitudes
.
The
secretary
,
if
such
he
was
,
began
to
run
over
what
seemed
an
interminable
list
of
meetings
,
resolutions
,
and
subscriptions
—
a
recital
which
,
tedious
though
it
proved
to
Rupert
,
had
clearly
a
deep
interest
for
the
assembly
,
Ivor
himself
appearing
to
follow
it
point
by
point
.
More
than
once
the
reader
was
interrupted
,
now
by
low
earnest
murmurs
of
approbation
,
and
now
by
marks
of
the
reverse
.
A
bystander
would
have
said
that
in
this
committee
of
anarchists
the
old
sections
of
the
Revolution
had
renewed
themselves
.
But
the
artist
,
weary
of
these
monotonous
proceedings
,
and
attending
but
little
to
the
hum
of
conversation
,
which
by
degrees
grew
louder
,
could
hardly
have
told
when
the
secretary
ended
,
or
what
shape
of
man
took
his
place
in
the
pulpit
.
He
did
not
suppose
Colonel
Valence
would
haunt
assemblies
of
this
species
;
and
Ivor
's
friend
apparently
was
yet
to
arrive
.
From
such
stupor
,
consequent
partly
on
the
illness
he
was
feeling
,
Rupert
awakened
at
the
sound
of
Ivor
's
voice
.
He
opened
his
eyes
and
looked
about
.
His
friend
had
arisen
in
his
place
,
and
the
speaker
in
the
pulpit
had
come
to
a
pause
.
The
rest
were
dead
silent
.
'
Ay
,
'
said
Ivor
,
with
a
fine
ring
of
scorn
in
his
accents
,
'
things
are
going
the
way
I
foretold
.
But
they
shall
not
without
one
more
protest
from
me
.
After
that
,
you
may
do
with
me
as
you
like
.
I
suppose
there
must
be
martyrs
of
the
new
Gospel
as
there
were
of
the
old
.
You
,
'
he
continued
,
facing
the
man
in
the
pulpit
,
'
are
preaching
assassination
.
You
tell
us
it
is
an
article
in
the
creed
of
anarchy
.
And
I
tell
you
,
here
,
not
for
the
first
time
,
that
it
is
no
article
in
the
creed
of
humanity
.
'
'
Sit
down
,
ca
n't
you
?
'
shouted
one
of
the
men
across
the
room
;
'
your
turn
'
ll
come
by
and
by
.
Why
ca
n't
you
let
the
man
speak
?
'
'
By
all
means
,
'
said
Ivor
.
'
It
is
out
of
order
,
I
suppose
,
to
protest
that
our
society
is
not
a
company
of
assassins
.
'
And
he
sat
down
,
flushed
and
excited
.
Rupert
pressed
his
hand
.
The
other
took
up
his
interrupted
speech
;
and
the
artist
for
the
first
time
heard
a
sermon
,
in
well-chosen
language
and
with
apposite
illustrations
,
on
the
text
of
dynamite
.
A
stern
gospel
,
which
the
fanatic
standing
before
them
clearly
believed
in
.
He
was
a
thoughtful
,
mild-looking
man
,
young
,
well
educated
,
and
fluent
in
address
,
a
foreigner
,
or
of
foreign
descent
.
He
was
much
applauded
,
though
not
by
all
;
and
he
knew
when
to
leave
off
.
The
impression
made
was
deep
and
solemn
,
like
that
which
a
High
Calvinist
might
have
produced
in
his
epoch
by
proclaiming
that
hardly
any
one
present
would
be
saved
,
and
by
adding
that
the
more
of
them
were
lost
the
greater
would
be
God
's
glory
.
As
soon
as
he
turned
to
come
down
from
the
pulpit
,
Ivor
stood
up
again
.
Voices
cried
,
'
To
the
front
,
to
the
front
;
'
but
he
did
not
stir
.
The
noise
died
away
.
Looking
very
steadily
at
the
brethren
who
crowded
nearer
to
him
,
he
said
,
'
I
doubt
that
I
belong
to
you
,
and
I
will
not
go
into
your
tribune
.
'
There
was
a
strong
murmur
of
disapproval
,
which
seemed
to
loosen
his
tongue
.
'
How
should
I
belong
to
you
,
'
he
cried
,
'
when
you
will
take
warning
neither
by
the
Revolution
nor
by
the
Governments
,
when
you
are
mad
enough
to
dream
of
creating
a
new
world
by
the
methods
which
have
ruined
the
old
?
You
disown
your
greatest
teachers
.
You
—
I
say
you
—
are
restoring
absolute
government
,
the
Council
of
Ten
,
the
Inquisition
,
and
the
Committee
of
Public
Safety
.
You
,
as
much
as
any
king
,
or
priest
,
or
aristocrat
,
stand
in
the
way
of
progress
.
'
There
was
a
great
outcry
.
'
Proof
,
proof
,
'
exclaimed
some
;
'
renegade
,
'
'
reactionary
,
'
'
traitor
,
'
came
hurled
from
the
lips
of
others
,
while
Ivor
stood
unmoved
amid
the
commotion
he
had
excited
.
He
smiled
disdainfully
,
and
lifted
his
hand
to
command
silence
,
but
for
a
time
it
seemed
as
if
the
meeting
would
break
up
in
confusion
.
There
were
two
or
three
,
however
,
bent
on
restoring
order
and
hearing
what
he
had
to
say
.
The
tumult
grew
less
,
and
Ivor
,
as
soon
as
he
could
make
himself
audible
,
exclaimed
,
'
Do
you
want
proof
?
It
is
waiting
for
you
.
I
will
prove
myself
no
renegade
by
showing
who
is
.
I
say
that
this
lodge
was
founded
on
our
faith
in
humanity
.
Its
creed
,
when
I
joined
it
,
condemned
regicide
,
assassination
,
and
private
war
.
It
would
have
condemned
dynamite
,
had
that
hellish
weapon
been
invented
.
I
say
again
that
I
am
a
son
of
the
Revolution
,
which
has
made
freedom
possible
and
will
make
it
a
universal
fact
,
if
we
and
the
like
of
us
do
not
throw
it
back
a
thousand
years
.
What
are
my
proofs
?
you
ask
.
They
are
illustrious
and
decisive
parallels
;
they
are
the
principles
on
which
alone
a
scientific
and
progressive
reconstruction
of
society
can
be
attempted
.
Do
you
believe
that
Voltaire
or
Goethe
would
have
countenanced
regicide
while
the
printing-press
remained
?
Would
Rousseau
have
taught
Émile
the
Gospel
of
dynamite
?
Is
Victor
Hugo
a
mere
and
sheer
anarchist
?
'
'
Bah
,
'
said
a
thickset
,
deep-toned
German
,
interrupting
him
.
'
Why
quote
men
of
letters
?
'
'
Because
they
are
the
priests
and
prophets
without
whom
no
revolution
could
have
existed
,
'
returned
Ivor
;
'
because
they
see
the
scope
,
and
measure
the
path
,
of
our
endeavouring
;
because
it
is
by
their
methods
,
and
not
by
yours
,
that
we
shall
win
.
'
'
Slow
methods
,
'
retorted
another
,
'
while
the
people
are
starving
.
'
'
Dynamite
will
not
help
them
to
live
,
'
said
Ivor
.
'
You
may
blow
up
Winter
Palaces
and
kill
Emperors
with
it
.
You
will
not
gain
the
intelligent
,
or
the
men
of
science
,
or
the
good
anywhere
,
by
the
sound
of
its
explosion
.
'
'
We
want
a
mental
and
spiritual
democracy
as
well
as
the
rest
,
'
interrupted
a
third
;
'
we
care
not
a
jot
for
aristocracies
of
intelligence
or
benevolence
.
That
is
why
we
call
ourselves
Sparta
.
'
'
I
know
,
'
said
Ivor
,
his
face
kindling
;
'
but
your
new
Sparta
is
worse
than
the
old
.
You
aim
at
a
democracy
!
Yes
,
at
one
which
seen
from
behind
is
despotism
.
You
will
not
tolerate
differences
of
opinion
;
they
must
be
abolished
with
the
dagger
.
That
is
your
Inquisition
.
You
make
a
slave
of
every
man
that
joins
you
,
and
punish
his
so-called
infractions
of
the
rule
with
death
.
That
is
your
Council
of
Ten
.
You
decree
the
destruction
of
the
innocent
,
the
blowing-up
of
cities
,
the
plunder
of
the
poor
by
your
howling
rabble
.
That
is
Saint
Bartholomew
and
the
Committee
of
Public
Safety
.
Oh
,
my
friends
,
you
need
not
lose
patience
,
'
he
went
on
,
as
the
interruptions
began
again
.
'
When
I
have
spoken
to
the
end
there
will
be
time
enough
to
kill
me
.
But
this
,
in
the
face
of
your
threatenings
,
I
repeat
,
that
you
have
forgotten
the
very
purpose
of
the
Revolution
.
'
'
Have
we
?
'
was
the
cry
.
'
Let
us
hear
it
,
then
.
'
'
Read
it
in
Victor
Hugo
,
'
he
replied
,
'
if
nowhere
else
.
The
Revolution
means
liberty
and
light
.
It
means
equality
in
the
best
things
,
the
only
things
worth
having
—
love
and
justice
and
truth
.
It
means
reason
,
not
dynamite
.
Ah
,
my
brothers
,
'
said
Ivor
,
his
voice
softening
,
'
how
comes
it
that
we
have
lost
faith
in
the
heart
,
the
mind
,
the
brain
of
Humanity
?
Why
must
we
turn
,
like
wild
beasts
,
to
our
fangs
and
our
claws
,
to
the
poison
of
the
rattle-snake
and
the
teeth
of
the
tiger
?
'
'
Why
?
'
exclaimed
one
who
had
not
yet
spoken
;
'
because
we
are
fighting
with
tigers
and
rattle-snakes
.
How
else
are
we
to
conquer
?
'
'
Your
conception
of
humanity
,
then
,
'
said
Ivor
,
'
does
not
include
the
governing
classes
.
Have
all
revolutionists
been
ignorant
?
have
all
sprung
from
the
people
?
You
invert
the
pyramid
;
but
your
anarchy
is
only
aristocracy
turned
upside
down
.
You
want
the
guillotine
,
the
infernal
machine
,
the
flask
of
nitro-glycerine
,
as
the
Governments
want
their
hangman
and
their
headsman
.
Oh
,
worthy
successor
of
Robespierre
,
I
congratulate
you
.
'
'
Robespierre
was
the
greatest
and
holiest
of
revolutionists
,
always
excepting
Marat
,
'
answered
the
other
sullenly
.
Ivor
was
not
to
be
daunted
.
He
went
on
with
his
theme
.
'
How
did
Robespierre
differ
from
Torquemada
?
'
he
inquired
.
'
Their
views
of
the
next
world
might
not
be
the
same
,
but
they
were
pretty
much
of
a
mind
in
dealing
with
this
.
If
the
Jesuits
were
regicides
on
principle
,
were
the
Jacobins
any
better
?
A
fine
revolution
,
'
he
exclaimed
,
'
when
you
change
the
men
,
but
carry
out
the
measures
more
obstinately
than
before
;
when
you
snatch
the
people
from
the
lion
's
mouth
to
fling
them
to
jackals
and
hyenas
!
You
tell
me
that
force
alone
will
conquer
force
.
It
was
not
by
force
that
Christianity
won
its
way
to
Empire
.
When
it
took
up
the
sword
it
struck
,
indeed
,
a
deadly
blow
,
but
into
its
own
heart
.
Are
we
going
to
repeat
the
mistake
,
and
abolish
the
principles
of
'
89
by
the
guillotine
of
'
93
?
Conquer
force
by
force
?
Not
in
this
battle
,
be
you
sure
of
that
.
It
is
a
battle
against
darkness
,
and
only
light
will
scatter
it
.
Therefore
I
conclude
,
'
he
said
,
raising
his
voice
and
speaking
with
impassioned
earnestness
,
'
that
the
resolution
which
would
commit
our
lodge
to
a
policy
of
dynamite
is
nothing
short
of
apostasy
from
the
principles
on
which
it
was
founded
;
and
I
,
for
one
,
will
dare
or
endure
the
utmost
rather
than
assent
to
it
.
'
'
What
will
you
put
in
its
stead
?
'
The
question
rang
out
clear
through
the
room
,
drawing
every
eye
towards
the
speaker
,
who
had
come
in
while
Ivor
was
replying
to
the
interruptions
of
his
opponents
.
He
was
a
tall
man
,
wrapped
in
a
cloak
with
which
until
now
he
had
covered
his
face
where
he
sat
by
the
door
.
At
the
sound
of
his
voice
Ivor
gave
a
start
.
Rupert
,
looking
that
way
,
saw
the
man
rise
from
his
seat
and
press
towards
the
tribune
.
He
let
his
cloak
fall
,
and
from
that
moment
the
artist
's
eyes
were
rivetted
on
his
pale
and
haughty
countenance
.
Again
,
as
at
the
beginning
of
Ivor
's
speech
,
there
was
complete
silence
,
and
the
men
present
looked
at
one
another
in
expectation
of
something
unusual
.
Ivor
,
standing
up
while
the
stranger
passed
,
made
no
attempt
to
resume
.
The
stillness
became
intense
.
'
You
are
debating
a
question
to-night
,
'
said
the
stranger
,
as
he
looked
at
them
from
the
tribune
he
had
mounted
,
'
on
which
the
future
of
the
world
hangs
.
Let
me
help
you
to
solve
it
.
All
the
lodges
in
Europe
have
been
debating
it
too
,
since
a
certain
afternoon
when
the
telegraph
brought
news
from
Petersburg
.
The
French
Revolution
has
become
cosmopolitan
;
the
nations
are
on
the
march
,
and
they
must
have
their
'
93.
Anarchy
first
,
then
order
.
When
France
challenged
the
kings
to
battle
,
it
flung
them
the
head
of
a
king
.
We
have
done
more
;
we
are
going
to
pull
down
the
Europe
of
the
kings
,
with
all
its
wealth
,
feudalism
,
ranks
,
and
classes
,
till
we
have
swept
the
place
clean
.
And
,
'
he
paused
,
'
our
gage
of
battle
is
the
shattered
body
of
the
Tsar
.
'
There
could
be
no
mistaking
how
the
applause
went
now
.
It
was
violent
and
vociferous
.
The
stranger
hardly
seemed
to
notice
it
.
When
silence
was
restored
he
went
on
in
a
musing
voice
,
low
but
exceedingly
distinct
,
as
if
speaking
to
himself
.
'
When
I
was
a
boy
I
too
had
my
dreams
,
'
he
said
,
and
he
glanced
towards
Ivor
.
'
I
believed
in
Goethe
and
Voltaire
,
in
Victor
Hugo
and
the
sentimentalists
.
I
thought
the
struggle
was
for
light
.
I
see
it
is
for
bread
.
Look
out
in
the
streets
to-night
and
consider
the
faces
that
pass
.
Beyond
these
walls
,
'
his
voice
sank
lower
,
but
it
was
wonderfully
clear
throughout
,
'
lies
the
anarchy
of
London
.
Rags
,
hunger
,
nakedness
,
tears
,
filth
,
incest
,
squalor
,
decay
,
disease
,
the
human
lazar-house
,
the
black
death
eating
its
victims
piecemeal
,
—
that
is
three-fourths
of
the
London
lying
at
these
doors
.
Whose
care
is
it
?
Nay
,
who
cares
for
it
?
The
piles
of
the
royal
palace
are
laid
deep
in
a
lake
of
blood
.
And
you
will
leave
it
standing
?
You
talk
of
light
;
you
prefer
sentiment
to
dynamite
and
assassination
!
What
a
meek
Christian
you
are
!
'
'
No
,
'
returned
Ivor
,
with
heightened
colour
in
his
face
,
'
I
am
neither
meek
nor
a
Christian
.
The
lake
of
blood
is
a
terror
to
me
as
to
you
.
That
is
not
the
question
.
You
know
me
too
well
to
