the lesson of the master-第5章
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perfect?〃
〃Far from it。 Some of his later books seem to me of a queerness …
!〃
〃Yes; yes … he knows that。〃
Paul Overt stared。 〃That they seem to me of a queerness … !〃
〃Well yes; or at any rate that they're not what they should be。 He
told me he didn't esteem them。 He has told me such wonderful
things … he's so interesting。〃
There was a certain shock for Paul Overt in the knowledge that the
fine genius they were talking of had been reduced to so explicit a
confession and had made it; in his misery; to the first comer; for
though Miss Fancourt was charming what was she after all but an
immature girl encountered at a country…house? Yet precisely this
was part of the sentiment he himself had just expressed: he would
make way completely for the poor peccable great man not because he
didn't read him clear; but altogether because he did。 His
consideration was half composed of tenderness for superficialities
which he was sure their perpetrator judged privately; judged more
ferociously than any one; and which represented some tragic
intellectual secret。 He would have his reasons for his psychology
e fleur de peau; and these reasons could only be cruel ones; such
as would make him dearer to those who already were fond of him。
〃You excite my envy。 I have my reserves; I discriminate … but I
love him;〃 Paul said in a moment。 〃And seeing him for the first
time this way is a great event for me。〃
〃How momentous … how magnificent!〃 cried the girl。 〃How delicious
to bring you together!〃
〃Your doing it … that makes it perfect;〃 our friend returned。
〃He's as eager as you;〃 she went on。 〃But it's so odd you
shouldn't have met。〃
〃It's not really so odd as it strikes you。 I've been out of
England so much … made repeated absences all these last years。〃
She took this in with interest。 〃And yet you write of it as well
as if you were always here。〃
〃It's just the being away perhaps。 At any rate the best bits; I
suspect; are those that were done in dreary places abroad。〃
〃And why were they dreary?〃
〃Because they were health…resorts … where my poor mother was
dying。〃
〃Your poor mother?〃 … she was all sweet wonder。
〃We went from place to place to help her to get better。 But she
never did。 To the deadly Riviera (I hate it!) to the high Alps; to
Algiers; and far away … a hideous journey … to Colorado。〃
〃And she isn't better?〃 Miss Fancourt went on。
〃She died a year ago。〃
〃Really? … like mine! Only that's years since。 Some day you must
tell me about your mother;〃 she added。
He could at first; on this; only gaze at her。 〃What right things
you say! If you say them to St。 George I don't wonder he's in
bondage。〃
It pulled her up for a moment。 〃I don't know what you mean。 He
doesn't make speeches and professions at all … he isn't
ridiculous。〃
〃I'm afraid you consider then that I am。〃
〃No; I don't〃 … she spoke it rather shortly。 And then she added:
〃He understands … understands everything。〃
The young man was on the point of saying jocosely: 〃And I don't …
is that it?〃 But these words; in time; changed themselves to
others slightly less trivial: 〃Do you suppose he understands his
wife?〃
Miss Fancourt made no direct answer; but after a moment's
hesitation put it: 〃Isn't she charming?〃
〃Not in the least!〃
〃Here he comes。 Now you must know him;〃 she went on。 A small
group of visitors had gathered at the other end of the gallery and
had been there overtaken by Henry St。 George; who strolled in from
a neighbouring room。 He stood near them a moment; not falling into
the talk but taking up an old miniature from a table and vaguely
regarding it。 At the end of a minute he became aware of Miss
Fancourt and her companion in the distance; whereupon; laying down
his miniature; he approached them with the same procrastinating
air; his hands in his pockets and his eyes turned; right and left;
to the pictures。 The gallery was so long that this transit took
some little time; especially as there was a moment when he stopped
to admire the fine Gainsborough。 〃He says Mrs。 St。 George has been
the making of him;〃 the girl continued in a voice slightly lowered。
〃Ah he's often obscure!〃 Paul laughed。
〃Obscure?〃 she repeated as if she heard it for the first time。 Her
eyes rested on her other friend; and it wasn't lost upon Paul that
they appeared to send out great shafts of softness。 〃He's going to
speak to us!〃 she fondly breathed。 There was a sort of rapture in
her voice; and our friend was startled。 〃Bless my soul; does she
care for him like THAT? … is she in love with him?〃 he mentally
enquired。 〃Didn't I tell you he was eager?〃 she had meanwhile
asked of him。
〃It's eagerness dissimulated;〃 the young man returned as the
subject of their observation lingered before his Gainsborough。 〃He
edges toward us shyly。 Does he mean that she saved him by burning
that book?〃
〃That book? what book did she burn?〃 The girl quickly turned her
face to him。
〃Hasn't he told you then?〃
〃Not a word。〃
〃Then he doesn't tell you everything!〃 Paul had guessed that she
pretty much supposed he did。 The great man had now resumed his
course and come nearer; in spite of which his more qualified
admirer risked a profane observation: 〃St。 George and the Dragon
is what the anecdote suggests!〃
His companion; however; didn't hear it; she smiled at the dragon's
adversary。 〃He IS eager … he is!〃 she insisted。
〃Eager for you … yes。〃
But meanwhile she had called out: 〃I'm sure you want to know Mr。
Overt。 You'll be great friends; and it will always be delightful
to me to remember I was here when you first met and that I had
something to do with it。〃
There was a freshness of intention in the words that carried them
off; nevertheless our young man was sorry for Henry St。 George; as
he was sorry at any time for any person publicly invited to be
responsive and delightful。 He would have been so touched to
believe that a man he deeply admired should care a straw for him
that he wouldn't play with such a presumption if it were possibly
vain。 In a single glance of the eye of the pardonable Master he
read … having the sort of divination that belonged to his talent …
that this personage had ever a store of friendly patience; which
was part of his rich outfit; but was versed in no printed page of a
rising scribbler。 There was even a relief; a simplification; in
that: liking him so much already for what he had done; how could
one have liked him any more for a perception which must at the best
have been vague? Paul Overt got up; trying to show his compassion;
but at the same instant he found himself encompassed by St。
George's happy personal art … a manner of which it was the essence
to conjure away false positions。 It all took place in a moment。
Paul was conscious that he knew him now; conscious of his handshake
and of the very quality of his hand; of his face; seen nearer and
consequently seen better; of a general fraternising assurance; and
in particular of the circumstance that St。 George didn't dislike
him (as yet at least) for being imposed by a charming but too
gushing girl; attractive enough without such danglers。 No
irritation at any rate was reflected in the voice with which he
questioned Miss Fancourt as to some project of a walk … a general
walk of the company round the park。 He had soon said something to
Paul about a talk … 〃We must have a tremendous lot of talk; there
are so many things; aren't there?〃 … but our friend could see this
idea wouldn't in the present case take very immediate effect。 All
the same he was extremely happy; even after the matter of the walk
had been settled … the three presently passed back to the other
part of the gallery; where it was discussed with several members of
the party; even when; after they h