"You see," he said, leaning upon the mantelshelf and looking down at the gas flames, "I've never thought that we should all have to live in this crowded house for long.""All!" she interrupted in a voice that made him look up sharply."You're not going away, Ted?""Oh, no.But I hoped we should all be going away in a little time.It isn't so.""I never quite understood why you hoped that.""It was plain enough."
"How? "
"I thought I should have found something to do that would have enabled us to live in better style.I'd had a plan.""What plan?
"It's fallen through."
"But what plan was it?"
"I thought I should be able to set up a sort of broad church chapel.I had a promise."Her voice was rich with indignation."And she has betrayed you?""No," he said, "I have betrayed her."
Lady Ella's face showed them still at cross purposes.He looked down again and frowned."I can't do that chapel business," he said."I've had to let her down.I've got to let you all down.
There's no help for it.It isn't the way.I can't have anything to do with Lady Sunderbund and her chapel.""But," Lady Ella was still perplexed.
"It's too great a sacrifice."
"Of us?"
"No, of myself.I can't get into her pulpit and do as she wants and keep my conscience.It's been a horrible riddle for me.It means plunging into all this poverty for good.But I can't work with her, Ella.She's impossible.""You mean--you're going to break with Lady Sunderbund?""I must."
"Then, Teddy!"--she was a woman groping for flight amidst intolerable perplexities--"why did you ever leave the church?""Because I have ceased to believe--"
"But had it nothing to do with Lady Sunderbund?"He stared at her in astonishment.
"If it means breaking with that woman," she said.
"You mean," he said, beginning for the first time to comprehend her, "that you don't mind the poverty?""Poverty!" she cried."I cared for nothing but the disgrace.""Disgrace?"
"Oh, never mind, Ted! If it isn't true, if I've been dreaming...."Instead of a woman stunned by a life sentence of poverty, he saw his wife rejoicing as if she had heard good news.
Their minds were held for a minute by the sound of some one knocking at the house door; one of the girls opened the door, there was a brief hubbub in the passage and then they heard a cry of "Eleanor!" through the folding doors.
"There's Eleanor," he said, realizing he had told his wife nothing of the encounter in Hyde Park.
They heard Eleanor's clear voice: "Where's Mummy? Or Daddy?"and then: "Can't stay now, dears.Where's Mummy or Daddy?""I ought to have told you," said Scrope quickly."I met Eleanor in the Park.By accident.She's come up unexpectedly.To meet a boy going to the front.Quite a nice boy.Son of Riverton the doctor.The parting had made them understand one another.It's all right, Ella.It's a little irregular, but I'd stake my life on the boy.She's very lucky."Eleanor appeared through the folding doors.She came to business at once.
"I promised you I'd come back to supper here, Daddy," she said.
"But I don't want to have supper here.I want to stay out late."She saw her mother look perplexed."Hasn't Daddy told you?""But where is young Riverton?"
"He's outside."
Eleanor became aware of a broad chink in the folding doors that was making the dining-room an auditorium for their dialogue.She shut them deftly.
"I have told Mummy," Scrope explained."Bring him in to supper.
We ought to see him."
Eleanor hesitated.She indicated her sisters beyond the folding doors."They'll all be watching us, Mummy," she said."We'd be uncomfortable.And besides"But you can't go out and dine with him alone!""Oh, Mummy! It's our only chance."
"Customs are changing," said Scrope.
"But can they?" asked Lady Ella.
"I don't see why not."
The mother was still doubtful, but she was in no mood to cross her husband that night."It's an exceptional occasion," said Scrope, and Eleanor knew her point was won.She became radiant.
"I can be late?"
Scrope handed her his latch-key without a word.
"You dear kind things," she said, and went to the door.Then turned and came back and kissed her father.Then she kissed her mother."It is so kind of you," she said, and was gone.They listened to her passage through a storm of questions in the dining-room.
"Three months ago that would have shocked me," said Lady Ella.
"You haven't seen the boy," said Scrope.
"But the appearances!"
"Aren't we rather breaking with appearances?" he said.
"And he goes to-morrow--perhaps to get killed," he added."Alad like a schoolboy.A young thing.Because of the political foolery that we priests and teachers have suffered in the place of the Kingdom of God, because we have allowed the religion of Europe to become a lie; because no man spoke the word of God.You see--when I see that--see those two, those children of one-and-twenty, wrenched by tragedy, beginning with a parting....It's like a knife slashing at all our appearances and discretions....
Think of our lovemaking...."
The front door banged.
He had some idea of resuming their talk.But his was a scattered mind now.
"It's a quarter to eight," he said as if in explanation.
"I must see to the supper," said Lady Ella.
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