Part 27 (1/2)
”I said purposely, 'some other cla.s.s,' instead of 'some cla.s.s above it,'
for this reason: it is because a certain and ever-increasing number of your cla.s.s, if I may say so, are s.n.a.t.c.hing--not, indeed, from the King--but from all cla.s.ses _beneath them_, manners and morals, and absence of tenue, and absence of pride--things for which their cla.s.s was not fitted. They had their own vices formerly, which only hurt each individual and not the order, as a stain will spoil the look of a bit of machinery but will not upset its working powers like a piece of grit.
What they put into the machine now is grit. And the middle cla.s.ses are s.n.a.t.c.hing what they think is gentility, and ridiculous pretenses to birth and breeding; and the lower cla.s.ses are s.n.a.t.c.hing everything they can get from the pitiful fall of the other two, and shouting that all men are equal, when, if you come down to the practical thing, the foreman of some ironworks, say--where the opinions were purely socialistic, in the abstract--would give the last joined stoker a sound trouncing for aspirations in his actual work above his capabilities; because he would know that if the stoker were then made foreman the machinery could not work. The stokers of life should first fit themselves to be foremen before they shout.”
Then, as Lady Ethelrida looked very grave, and Francis Markrute was really a whimsical person, and seldom talked so seriously to women, he went on, smiling,
”The only really perfect governments in the world are those of the Bees, and Ants, because they are both ruled with ruthless discipline and no sentiment, and every individual knows his place!”
”I read once, somewhere, that it has been discovered,” said Lady Ethelrida gently--she never laid down the law--”that the reason why the wonderful Greeks came to an end was not really because their system of government was not a good one, but because the mosquitoes came and gave them malaria, and enervated them and made them feeble, and so they could not stand against the stronger peoples of the North. Perhaps,” she went on, ”England has got some moral malarial mosquitoes and the scientists have not yet discovered the proper means for their annihilation.”
Here Tristram who overheard this interrupted:
”And it would not be difficult to give the noisome insects their English names, would it, Francis? Some of them are in the cabinet.”
And the three laughed. But Lady Ethelrida wanted to hear something more from her left-hand neighbor, so she said,
”Then the inference to be drawn from what you have said is--we should aim at making conditions so that it is possible for every individual to have the chance to make himself practically--not theoretically--fit for anything his soul aspires to. Is that it?”
”Absolutely in a nutsh.e.l.l, dear lady,” Francis Markrute said, and for a minute he looked into her eyes with such respectful, intense admiration that Lady Ethelrida looked away.
CHAPTER XXIII
In the white drawing-room, afterwards, Lady Highford was particularly gus.h.i.+ng to the new bride. She came with a group of other women to surround her, and was so playful and charming to all her friends! She must be allowed to sit next to Zara, because, she said, ”Your husband and I are such very dear, old friends. And how lovely it is to think that now he will be able to reopen Wrayth! Dear Lady Tancred is so glad,” she purred.
Zara just looked at her politely. What a done-up ferret woman! she thought. She had met many of her tribe. At the rooms at Monte Carlo, and in another cla.s.s and another race, they were the kind who played in the smallest stakes themselves, and often s.n.a.t.c.hed the other people's money.
”I have never heard my husband speak of you,” she said presently, when she had silently borne a good deal of vitriolic gush. ”You have perhaps been out of England for some time?”
And Lady Anningford whispered to Ethelrida, ”We need not worry to be ready to defend her, pet! She can hold her own!” So they moved on to the group of the girls.
But at the end of their conversation, though Zara had used her method of silence in a considerable degree and made it as difficult as she could for Lady Highford, still, that artist in petty spite had been able to leave behind her some rankling stings. She was a mistress of innuendo.
So that when the men came in, and Tristram, from the sense of ”not funking things” which was in him, deliberately found Laura and sat down upon a distant sofa with her, Zara suddenly felt some unpleasant feeling about her heart. She found that she desired to watch them, and that, in spite of what any one said to her, her attention wandered back to the distant sofa in some unconscious speculation and unrest.
And Laura was being exceedingly clever. She scented with the cunning of her species that Tristram was really unhappy, whether he was in love with his hatefully beautiful wife or not. Now was her chance; not by reproaches, but by sympathy, and, if possible, by planting some venom towards his wife in his heart.
”Tristram, dear boy, why did you not tell me? Did you not know I would have been delighted at anything--if it pleased you?” And she looked down, and sighed. ”I always made it my pleasure to understand you, and to promote whatever seemed for your good.”
And in his astonishment at this att.i.tude Tristram forgot to recall the constant scenes and reproaches, and the paltry little selfishnesses of which he had been the victim during the year their--friends.h.i.+p--had lasted. He felt somehow soothed. Here was some one who was devoted to him, even if his wife were not!
”You are a dear, Laura,” he said.
”And now you must tell me if you are really happy--Tristram.” She lingered over his name. ”She is so lovely--your wife--but looks very cold. And I know, dear” (another hesitation over the word), ”I know you don't like women to be cold.”
”We will not discuss my wife,” he said. ”Tell me what you have been doing, Laura. Let me see, when did I see you last--in June?”
And the venom came to boiling-point in Laura's adder gland. He could not even remember when he had said good-by to her! It was in July, after the Eton and Harrow match!