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really think we must have chosen the spot by tacit but mutual

consent because we felt it to be fitting。 It was so old; so

impregnated with every human experience; from the direst crime of

the tyrant who thought himself a god; to the sublimest sacrifice

of the martyr who already was half a god; with every vice and

virtue also which lies between these extremes; that it seemed to

be the most fitting altar whereon to offer our hearts and all

that caused them to beat; each to the other。



So Natalie and I were betrothed within a month of our first

meeting。 Within three we were married; for what was there to

prevent or delay? Naturally Sir Alfred was delighted; seeing that

he possessed but small private resources and I was able to make

ample provision for his daughter who had hitherto shown herself

somewhat difficult in this business of matrimony and now was

bordering on her twenty…seventh year。 Everybody was delighted;

everything went smoothly as a sledge sliding down a slope of

frozen snow and the mists of time hid whatever might be at the

end of that slope。 Probably a plain; at the worst the upward rise

of ordinary life。



That is what we thought; if we thought at all。 Certainly we

never dreamed of a precipice。 Why should we; who were young; by

comparison; quite healthy and very rich? Who thinks of precipices

under such circumstances; when disaster seems to be eliminated

and death is yet a long way off?



And yet we ought to have done so; because we should have known

that smooth surfaces without impediment to the runners often end

in something of the kind。



I am bound to say that when we returned home to Fulcombe; where

of course we met with a great reception; including the ringing

(out of tune) of the new peal of bells that I had given to the

church; Bastin made haste to point this out。



〃Your wife seems a very nice and beautiful lady; Arbuthnot;〃 he

reflected aloud after dinner; when Mrs。 Bastin; glowering as

usual; though what at I do not know; had been escorted from the

room by Natalie; 〃and really; when I come to think of it; you are

an unusually fortunate person。 You possess a great deal of money;

much more than you have any right to; which you seem to have done

very little to earn and do not spend quite as I should like you

to do; and this nice property; that ought to be owned by a great

number of people; as; according to the views you express; I

should have thought you would acknowledge; and everything else

that a man can want。 It is very strange that you should be so

favoured and not because of any particular merits of your own

which one can see。 However; I have no doubt it will all come even

in the end and you will get your share of troubles; like others。

Perhaps Mrs。 Arbuthnot will have no children as there is so much

for them to take。 Or perhaps you will lose all your money and

have to work for your living; which might be good for you。 Or;〃

he added; still thinking aloud after his fashion; 〃perhaps she

will die youngshe has that kind of face; although; of course; I

hope she won't;〃 he added; waking up。



I do not know why; but his wandering words struck me cold; the

proverbial funeral bell at the marriage feast was nothing to

them。 I suppose it was because in a flash of intuition I knew

that they would come true and that he was an appointed Cassandra。

Perhaps this uncanny knowledge overcame my natural indignation at

such super…gaucherie of which no one but Bastin could have been

capable; and even prevented me from replying at all; so that I

merely sat still and looked at him。



But Bickley did reply with some vigour。



〃Forgive me for saying so; Bastin;〃 he said; bristling all over

as it were; 〃but your remarks; which may or may not be in

accordance with the principles of your religion; seem to me to be

in singularly bad taste。 They would have turned the stomachs of a

gathering of early Christians; who appear to have been the worst

mannered people in the world; and at any decent heathen feast

your neck would have been wrung as that of a bird of ill omen。〃



〃Why?〃 asked Bastin blankly。 〃I only said what I thought to be

the truth。 The truth is better than what you call good taste。〃



〃Then I will say what I think also to be the truth;〃 replied

Bickley; growing furious。 〃It is that you use your Christianity

as a cloak for bad manners。 It teaches consideration and sympathy

for others of which you seem to have none。 Moreover; since you

talk of the death of people's wives; I will tell you something

about your own; as a doctor; which I can do as I never attended

her。 It is highly probable; in my opinion; that she will die

before Mrs。 Arbuthnot; who is quite a healthy person with a good

prospect of life。〃



〃Perhaps;〃 said Bastin。 〃If so; it will be God's will and I

shall not complain〃 (here Bickley snorted); 〃though I do not see

what you can know about it。 But why should you cast reflections

on the early Christians who were people of strong principle

living in rough times; and had to wage war against an established

devil…worship? I know you are angry because they smashed up the

statues of Venus and so forth; but had I been in their place I

should have done the same。〃



〃Of course you would; who doubts it? But as for the early

Christians and their iconoclastic performanceswell; curse them;

that's all!〃 and he sprang up and left the room。



I followed him。



Let it not be supposed from the above scene that there was any

ill…feeling between Bastin and Bickley。 On the contrary they were

much attached to each other; and this kind of quarrel meant no

more than the strong expression of their individual views to

which they were accustomed from their college days。 For instance

Bastin was always talking about the early Christians and

missionaries; while Bickley loathed both; the early Christians

because of the destruction which they had wrought in Egypt;

Italy; Greece and elsewhere; of all that was beautiful; and the

missionaries because; as he said; they were degrading and

spoiling the native races and by inducing them to wear clothes;

rendering them liable to disease。 Bastin would answer that their

souls were more important than their bodies; to which Bickley

replied that as there was no such thing as a soul except in the

stupid imagination of priests; he differed entirely on the point。

As it was quite impossible for either to convince the other;

there the conversation would end; or drift into something in

which they were mutually interested; such as natural history and

the hygiene of the neighbourhood。



Here I may state that Bickley's keen professional eye was not

mistaken when he diagnosed Mrs。 Bastin's state of health as

dangerous。 As a matter of fact she was suffering from heart

disease that a doctor can often recognise by the colour of the

lips; etc。; which brought about her death under the following

circumstances:



Her husband attended some ecclesiastical function at a town

over twenty miles away and was to have returned by a train which

would have brought him home about five o'clock。 As he did not

arrive she waited at the station for him until the last train

came in about seven o'clockwithout the beloved Basil。 Then; on

a winter's night she tore up to the Priory and begged me to lend

her a dog…cart in which to drive to the said town to look for

him。 I expostulated against the folly of such a proceeding;

saying that no doubt Basil was safe enough but had forgotten to

telegraph; or thought that he would save the sixpence which the

wire cost。



Then it came out; to Natalie's and my intense amusement; that

all this was the result of her jealous nature of which I have

spoken。 She said she had never slept a night away from her

husband since they were married and with so many 〃designing

persons〃 about she could not say what might happen if she did so;

especially as he was 〃such a favourite and so handsome。〃 (Bastin

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