Can You Forgive Her? (12 page)

‘Then you’re as bad as she is.’

‘Quite as bad; – and that’s what makes me want to run away. But it isn’t my own fault altogether. It’s the fault of the world at large. Does anybody ever drop their rich relatives? When she proposed to take me to Yarmouth, wasn’t it natural that the squire
should ask me to go? When I told George, wasn’t it natural that he should say, ‘Oh, go by all means. She’s got forty thousand pounds!” One can’t pretend to be wiser or better than one’s relatives. And after all what can I expect from her money?’

‘Nothing, I should say.’

‘Not a halfpenny. I’m nearly thirty and she’s only forty, and of course she’ll many again. I will say of myself, too, that
no person living cares less for money.’

‘I should think no one.’

‘Yet one sticks to one’s rich relatives. It’s the way of the world.’ Then she paused a moment. ‘But shall I tell you, Alice, why I do stick to her? Perhaps you’ll think the object as mean as though I wanted her money myself.’

‘Why is it?’

‘Because it is on the cards that she may help George in his career. I do not want money,
but he may. And for such purposes as his, I think it fair that all the family should contribute. I feel sure that he would make a name for himself in Parliament; and if I
had my way I would spend every shilling of Vavasor money in putting him there. When I told the squire so I thought he would have eaten me. I really did think he would have turned me out of the house.’

‘And serve you right too
after what had happened.’

‘I didn’t care. Let him turn me out. I was determined he should know what I thought. He swore at me; and then he was so unhappy at what he had done that he came and kissed me that night in my bedroom, and gave me a ten-pound note. What do you think I did with it? I sent it as a contribution to the next election and George has it now locked up in a box. Don’t you tell
him that I told you.’

Then they stopped and leaned for a while over the parapet of the bridge
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. ‘Come here, George,’ said Kate; and she made room for him between herself and Alice. ‘Wouldn’t you like to be swimming down there as those boys were doing when we went out into the balcony? The water looks so enticing.’

‘I can’t say I should; – unless it might be a pleasant way of swimming into the
next world.’

‘I should so like to feel myself going with the stream,’ said Kate; ‘particularly by this light. I can’t fancy in the least that I should be drowned.’

‘I can’t fancy anything else,’ said Alice.

‘It would be so pleasant to feel the water gliding along one’s limbs, and to be carried away headlong, – knowing that you were on the direct road to Rotterdam.’

‘And so arrive there without
your clothes,’ said George.

‘They would be brought after in a boat. Didn’t you see that those boys had a boat with them? But if I lived here, I’d never do it except by moonlight. The water looks so clear and bright now, and the rushing sound of it is so soft! The sea at Yarmouth won’t be anything like that I suppose.’

Neither of them any longer answered her, and yet she went on talking about
the river, and their aunt, and her prospects at Yarmouth. Neither of them answered her, and yet it seemed that they had not a word to say to each other. But still they stood there looking down upon the river, and every now and then Kate’s voice
was to be heard, preventing the feeling which might otherwise have arisen that their hearts were too full for speech.

At last Alice seemed to shiver.
There was a slight trembling in her arms, which George felt rather than saw. ‘You are cold,’ he said.

‘No indeed.’

‘If you are let us go in. I thought you shivered with the night air.’

It wasn’t that. I was thinking of something. Don’t you ever think of things that make you shiver?’

‘Indeed I do, very often; – so often that I have to do my shiverings inwardly. Otherwise people would think
I had the palsy.’

‘I don’t mean things of moment,’ said Alice. ‘Little bits of things make me do it; – perhaps a word that I said and ought not to have said ten years ago; – the most ordinary little mistakes, even my own past thoughts to myself about the merest trifles. They are always making me shiver.’

‘It’s not because you have committed any murder then.’

‘No; but it’s my conscience all
the same, I suppose.’

‘Ah! I’m not so good as you. I doubt it’s not my conscience at all. When I think of a chance I’ve let go by, as I have thousands, then it is that I shiver. But, as I tell you, I shiver inwardly. I’ve been in one long shiver ever since we came out because of one chance that I let go by. Come, we’ll go in. We’ve to be up at five o’clock, and now it’s eleven. I’ll do the rest
of my shivering in bed.’

‘Are you tired of being out?’ said Kate, when the other two began to move.

‘Not tired of being out, but George reminds me that we have to be up at five.’

‘I wish George would hold his tongue. We can’t come to the bridge at Basle every night in our lives. If one found oneself at the top of Sinai I’m afraid the first feeling would be one of fear lest one wouldn’t be down
in time to dress for dinner. Are you aware, George, that the king of rivers is running beneath your feet, and that the moon is shining with a brilliance you never see at home?’

‘I’ll stay here all night if you’ll put off going tomorrow,’ said George.

‘Our money wouldn’t hold out,’ said Kate.

‘Don’t talk about Sinai any more after that,’ said he, ‘but let’s go in to bed.’

They walked across
the bridge back to the hotel in the same manner as before, the two girls going together with the young man after them, and so they went up the front steps of the hotel, through the hall, and on to the stairs. Here George handed Alice her candle, and as he did so he whispered a few words to her. ‘My shivering fit has to come yet,’ said he, ‘and will last me the whole night.’ She would have given much
to be able to answer him lightly, as though what he had said had meant nothing; – but she couldn’t do it; the light speech would not come to her. She was conscious of all this, and went away to her own room without answering him at all. Here she sat down at the window looking out upon the river till Kate should join her. Their rooms opened through from one to the other, and she would not begin
her packing till her cousin should come.

But Kate had gone with her brother, promising, as she did so, that she would be back in half a minute. That half minute was protracted beyond half an hour. ‘If you’ll take my advice,’ said Kate, at last, standing up with her candle in her hand, ‘you’ll ask her in plain words to give you another chance. Do it tomorrow at Strasbourg; you’ll never have a
better opportunity.’

‘And bid her throw John Grey over!’

‘Don’t say anything about John Grey; leave her to settle that matter with herself. Believe me that she has quite courage enough to dispose of John Grey, if she has courage enough to accept your offer.’

‘Kate, you women never understand each other. If I were to do that, all her most powerful feelings would be arrayed in arms against me.
I must leave her to find out first that she wishes to be rid of her engagement.’

‘She has found that out long ago. Do you think I don’t know what she wishes? But if you can’t bring yourself to speak to her, she’ll marry him in spite of her wishes.’

‘Bring myself! I’ve never been very slow in bringing myself to speak to any one when there was need. It isn’t very pleasant sometimes, but I do it,
if I find occasion.’

‘But surely it must be pleasant with her. You must be glad to find that she still loves you. You still love her, I suppose?’

‘Upon my word I don’t know.’

‘Don’t provoke me, George. I’m moving heaven and earth to bring you two together; but if I didn’t think you loved her, I’d go to her at once and bid her never see you again.’

‘Upon my word, Kate, I sometimes think it
would be better if you’d leave heaven and earth alone.’

‘Then I will. But of all human beings, surely you’re the most ungrateful.’

‘Why shouldn’t she marry John Grey if she likes him?’

‘But she doesn’t like him. And I hate him. I hate the sound of his voice, and the turn of his eye, and that slow, steady movement of his, – as though he was always bethinking himself that he wouldn’t wear out
his clothes.’

‘I don’t see that your hating him ought to have anything to do with it.’

‘If you’re going to preach morals, I’ll leave you. It’s the darling wish of my heart that she should be your wife. If you ever loved anybody, – and I sometimes doubt whether you ever did, – but if you did, you loved her.’

‘Did and do are different things.’

‘Very well, George; then I have done. It has been
the same in every twist and turn of my life. In everything that I have striven to do for you, you have thrown yourself over, in order that I might be thrown over too. But I believe you say this merely to vex me.’

‘Upon my word, Kate, I think you’d better go to bed.’

‘But not till I’ve told her everything. I won’t leave her to be deceived and ill used again.’

‘Who is ill using her now? Is it
not the worst of ill usage, trying to separate her from that man?’

‘No; – if I thought so, I would have no hand in doing it. She would be miserable with him, and make him miserable as well. She
does not really love him. He loves her, but I’ve nothing to do with that. It’s nothing to me if he breaks his heart.’

‘I shall break mine if you don’t let me go to bed.’

With that she went away and hurried
along the corridor, till she came to her cousin’s room. She found Alice still seated at the window, or rather kneeling on the chair, with her head out through the lattice. ‘Why, you lazy creature,’ said Kate; ‘I declare you haven’t touched a thing.’

‘You said we’d do it together.’

‘But he has kept me. Oh, what a man he is! If he ever does get married, what will his wife do with him?’

‘I don’t
think he ever will,’ said Alice.

‘Don’t you? I dare say you understand him better than I do. Sometimes I think that the only thing wanting to make him thoroughly good, is a wife. But it isn’t every woman that would do for him. And the woman who marries him should have high courage. There are moments with him when he is very wild; but he never is cruel and never hard. Is Mr Grey ever hard?’

‘Never; – nor yet wild.’

‘Oh, certainly not that. I’m quite sure he’s never wild.’

‘When you say that, Kate, I know that you mean to abuse him.’

‘No; upon my word. What’s the good of abusing him to you? I like a man to be wild, – wild in my sense. You knew that before.’

‘I wonder whether you’d like a wild man for yourself?’

‘Ah! that’s a question I’ve never asked myself. I’ve been often curious
to consider what sort of husband would suit you, but I’ve had very few thoughts about a husband for myself. The truth is, I’m married to George. Ever since –’

‘Ever since what?’

‘Since you and he were parted, I’ve had nothing to do in life but to stick to him. And I shall do so to the end, – unless one thing should happen.’

‘And what’s that?’

‘Unless you should become his wife after all. He
will never marry anybody else.’

Kate, you shouldn’t allude to such a thing now. You know that it’s impossible.’

‘Well, perhaps so. As far as I’m concerned, it is all the better for me. If George ever married, I should have nothing to do in the world; – literally nothing – nothing – nothing – nothing!’

‘Kate, don’t talk in that way,’ and Alice came up to her and embraced her.

‘Go away,’ said
she. ‘Go, Alice; you and I must part. I cannot bear it any longer. You must know it all. When you are married to John Grey, our friendship must be over. If you became George’s wife I should become nobody. I’ve nothing else in the world. You and he would be so all-sufficient for each other, that I should drop away from you like an old garment But I’d give up all, everything, every hope I have, to
see you become George’s wife. I know myself not to be good. I know myself to be very bad, and yet I care nothing for myself. Don’t Alice, don’t; I don’t want your caresses. Caress him, and I’ll kneel at your feet and cover them with kisses.’ She had now thrown herself upon a sofa, and had turned her face away to the wall.

‘Kate, you shouldn’t speak in that way.’

‘Of course I shouldn’t, – but
I do.’

‘You, who know everything, must know that I cannot many your brother, – even if he wished it’

‘He does wish it’

‘Not though I were under no other engagement’

‘And why not?’ said Kate, again starting up. ‘What is there to separate you from George now, but that unfortunate affair, that will end in the misery of you all. Do you think I can’t see? Don’t I know which of the two men you like
best?’

‘You are making me sorry, Kate, that I have ventured to come here in your brother’s company. It is not only unkind of you to talk to me in this way, but worse than that – it is indelicate.’

‘Oh, indelicate! How I do hate that word. If any word in the language reminds me of a whited sepulchre it is that; – all clean and polished outside with filth and rottenness within. Are your thoughts
delicate? that’s the thing. You are engaged to marry
John Grey. That may be delicate enough if you love him truly, and feel yourself fitted to be his wife; but it’s about the most indelicate thing you can do, if you love any one better than him. Delicacy with many women is like their cleanliness. Nothing can be nicer than the whole outside get-up, but you wouldn’t wish to answer for anything beneath.’

‘If you think ill of me like that –’

‘No; I don’t think ill of you. How can I think ill of you when I know that all your difficulties have come from him? It hasn’t been your fault; it has been his throughout. It is he who has driven you to sacrifice yourself on this altar. If we can, both of us, manage to lay aside all delicacy and pretence, and dare to speak the truth, we shall acknowledge that
it is so. Had Mr Grey come to you while things were smooth between you and George, would you have thought it possible that he could be George’s rival in your estimation? It is Hyperion to Satyr
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