phyllis of philistia-第27章
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father； having acquired some knowledge of men as well as of phrases； would not have asked for any explanation； knowing that a man's philosophy is； in its relation to a man's life； a good deal less important than the fuse is to a bomb。 He would have known that a scheme of philosophy no more brings wisdom into a man's life than a telescope brings the moon nearer to the earth。 He would have known that for a man to build up a doctrine of philosophy around himself； hoping that the devil will keep on the other side of the paling； is as ridiculous as it is to raise a stockade of roses against a tiger。
Herbert Courtland； however； thought neither of philosophical consistency nor of the advantages of having on one's side a sound Principle。 He thought of the stockade of roses； not to keep out the beast but to keep love in。 They would live together in the midst of roses forever； and though each might possibly lose something by the transaction； yet what they might lose was nothing compared to what they should certainly win。 Of that he was certain； and therefore he posted his impassioned line with a light heart。
That was on Tuesday。 He had still two days that he might employ thinking over the enterprise to which he was committed； and he certainly made the most of his time in this direction。 Now and again； as he thought of what was in store for himfor herhe felt as if he were lifted off the earth； and at other times he felt that he was crushed into the earthcrushed into it until he had become incapable of any thought that was not of the earth； earthy。 At such moments he felt inclined to walk down to the docks and step aboard the first vessel that was sailing eastward or westward or northward or southward。 Then it was that he found but the scantiest comfort in the consideration of the loveliness of love。 Glorifying life！ No； corrupting life until life is more putrid than death。
That was what love wassomething to fly from。 But still he did not fly from the vision that came to him when he found himself alone after spending the evenings in brilliant companya vision of the lovely woman who was waiting for him！ What had she said？ Her soulher soul would be lost forevermore？
Well； that showed that she was a woman； at any rate； and he loved her all the better for her womanliness。 He knew very well that if God is a Figure of Speech with men； the losing of a soul is a figure of speech with women。 The expression means only that they have lost the chance of drinking a number of cups of tea in drawing rooms whose doors are now shut to them。 That was what Ella meant； no doubt。 If she were openly to set at defiance certain of those laws by the aid of which society was kept together with a moderate degree of consistency； she would be treated as an outlaw。
After all； such a fate was not without its bright side。 Some happiness may remain to human beings in that world which is on the hither side of London drawing rooms； and it would be his aim in life to see that she had all the happiness that the world could give her。
Pah！ He felt his sentiment becoming a trifle brackish。 He loved her； and she loved him。 That was more than all the laws and the profits of society to them。 That was the beginning and the end of the whole matterthe origin of the sin （people called it a sin） and the exculpation of the sinners。 There was nothing more to be said or thought about the matter。 Those who loved would understand。 Those who did not understand would condemn； and the existence of either class was of no earthly importance to himself or to Ella。
When he awoke on the Thursday morning the feeling of exultation of which he was conscious was not without a note of depression。 So it had been when the object of his explorations in New Guinea had been attained； and he looked down at that exquisite thingthat dead splendor at his feet。
He wondered if the attainment of every great object which a man may have in life brings about a feeling of sadness that almost neutralizes the exultation。 As he picked up his letters he had a fear that among them there might be one from Ella； telling him that she had come to the conclusion that she had written too hastily those lines which he had received on Tuesdaythat； on consideration； she was unwilling to lose her soul for love of him。
No such letter； however； was among his correspondence。 （Could it be possible that he was disappointed on account of this？） He received an intimation from Berlin of the conferring of an order upon him in recognition of his exploration of a territory in which Germany was so greatly interested。 He received an intimation from Vienna that a gold medal had been voted to him by one of the learned societies in recognition of his contributions to biological science。 He received an intimation from his publishers that they had just gone to press with another thousand （the twelfth） of his book； and he received thirteen cards of invitation to various functions to take place in from three to six weeks' time； but no line did he receive from Ella。
She was his forever and ever； whether her soul would be lost or saved in consequence。
He rather thought that it would be lost； but that did not matter。 She was his forever and ever。
CHAPTER XVIII。
HERBERT COURTLAND IS A MAN WHO HAS LIVED WITH HONOR。
It was a long day。
Toward evening he recollected that he had to leave cards upon his host and hostess of the Monday previous； but it was past six o'clock when he found himself at the top of the steps of Mr。 Ayrton's house。 Before his ring had been responded to a victoria drove up with Phyllis； and in a moment she was on the step beside him。
She looked radiant in the costume which she was wearing。 He thought he had never seen a lovelier girlhe was certain that he had never seen a better…dressed girl。 （Mr。 Courtland was not clever enough to know that it is only the beautiful girls who seem well dressed in the eyes of men。） There was a certain frankness in her face that made it very interestingthe frankness of a child who looks into the face of the world and wonders at its reticence。 He felt her soft gray eyes resting upon his face； as she shook hands with him and begged him to go in and have tea with her。 He felt strangely uneasy under her eyes this evening； and his self…possession failed him so far as to make it impossible for him to excuse himself。 It did not occur to him to say that he could not drink tea with her on account of having an appointment which he could not break through without the most deplorable results。 He felt himself led by her into one of her drawing rooms； and sitting with his back to the window while her frank eyes remained on his face； asking （so he thought） for the nearest approach to their frankness in response； that a man who has lived in the world of men dare offer to a maiden whose world is within herself。
〃Oh； yes！ I got the usual notification of the Order of the Bald Eagle；〃 said he； in reply to her inquiry。 〃I shall wear it next my heart until I die。 The newspapers announced the honor that had been done to me the same morning。〃
〃You cannot keep anything out of the papers；〃 said Phyllis。
〃Even if you want toa condition which doesn't apply to my case；〃 said he。 〃My publishers admitted to me last week that they wouldn't rest easy if any newspaper appeared during the next month without my name being in its columns in some place。〃
〃I'm sure they were delighted at the development of the /Spiritual Aneroid's/ attack upon you；〃 said Phyllis。
〃They told me I was a made man；〃 said he。
She threw back her headit was her wayand laughed。 Her laughter all the grace of girlhood was in its ring； it was girlhood made audiblewas lightening her fair face as she looked at him。
〃How funny！〃 she cried。 〃You fight your way through the New Guinea forests； you are in daily peril of your life； you open up a new country； and yet you are not a made man until you are attacked by a wretched newspaper。〃
〃That is the standpoint of the people who sell books； so you may depend upon its being the standpoint of the people who buy books；〃 said he。
〃I can quite believe it；〃 said she。 〃Mr。 Geraint； the novelist； took me down to dinner at Mrs。 Lemuel's last night； and he told me that the
