Part 83 (1/2)

”Socialism,” she repeated. ”Are you a Socialist, then?”

”Of a kind,” he answered. ”Haven't you detected the cloven hoof in my leaders? I'm not violent, you know; don't be alarmed. But I have been doing a little mild propagandism lately in the evenings; land nationalization and a few other things which would bring the world more into harmony with the Law of Moses.”

”What! do you find Socialism, too, in orthodox Judaism?”

”It requires no seeking.”

”Well, you're almost as bad as my father, who found every thing in the Talmud. At this rate you will certainly convert me soon; or at least I shall, like M. Jourdain, discover I've been orthodox all my life without knowing it.”

”I hope so,” he said gravely. ”But have you Socialistic sympathies?”

She hesitated. As a girl she had felt the crude Socialism which is the unreasoned instinct of ambitious poverty, the individual revolt mistaking itself for hatred of the general injustice. When the higher sphere has welcomed the Socialist, he sees he was but the exception to a contented cla.s.s. Esther had gone through the second phase and was in the throes of the third, to which only the few attain.

”I used to be a red-hot Socialist once,” she said. ”To-day I doubt whether too much stress is not laid on material conditions. High thinking is compatible with the plainest living. 'The soul is its own place and can make a heaven of h.e.l.l, a h.e.l.l of heaven.' Let the people who wish to build themselves lordly treasure-houses do so, if they can afford it, but let us not degrade our ideals by envying them.”

The conversation had drifted into seriousness. Raphael's thoughts reverted to their normal intellectual cast, but he still watched with pleasure the play of her mobile features as she expounded her opinions.

”Ah, yes, that is a nice abstract theory,” he said. ”But what if the mechanism of compet.i.tive society works so that thousands don't even get the plainest living? You should just see the sights I have seen, then you would understand why for some time the improvement of the material condition of the ma.s.ses must be the great problem. Of course, you won't suspect me of underrating the moral and religious considerations.”

Esther smiled almost Imperceptibly. The idea of Raphael, who could not see two inches before his nose, telling _her_ to examine the spectacle of human misery would have been distinctly amusing, even if her early life had been pa.s.sed among the same scenes as his. It seemed a part of the irony of things and the paradox of fate that Raphael, who had never known cold or hunger, should be so keenly sensitive to the sufferings of others, while she who had known both had come to regard them with philosophical tolerance. Perhaps she was destined ere long to renew her acquaintance with them. Well, that would test her theories at any rate.

”Who is taking material views of life now?” she asked.

”It is by perfect obedience to the Mosaic Law that the kingdom of G.o.d is to be brought about on earth,” he answered. ”And in spirit, orthodox Judaism is undoubtedly akin to Socialism.” His enthusiasm set him pacing the room as usual, his arms working like the sails of a windmill.

Esther shook her head. ”Well, give me Shakspeare,” she said. ”I had rather see _Hamlet_ than a world of perfect prigs.” She laughed at the oddity of her own comparison and added, still smiling: ”Once upon a time I used to think Shakspeare a fraud. But that was merely because he was an inst.i.tution. It is a real treat to find one superst.i.tion that will stand a.n.a.lysis.”

”Perhaps you will find the Bible turn out like that,” he said hopefully.

”I _have_ found it. Within the last few months I have read it right through again--Old and New. It is full of sublime truths, n.o.ble apophthegms, endless touches of nature, and great poetry. Our tiny race may well be proud of having given humanity its greatest as well as its most widely circulated books. Why can't Judaism take a natural view of things and an honest pride in its genuine history, instead of building its synagogues on s.h.i.+fting sand?”

”In Germany, later in America, the reconstruction of Judaism has been attempted in every possible way; inspiration has been sought not only in literature, but in archaeology, and even in anthropology; it is these which have proved the s.h.i.+fting sand. You see your scepticism is not even original.” He smiled a little, serene in the largeness of his faith. His complacency grated upon her. She jumped up. ”We always seem to get into religion, you and I,” she said. ”I wonder why. It is certain we shall never agree. Mosaism is magnificent, no doubt, but I cannot help feeling Mr. Graham is right when he points out its limitations.

Where would the art of the world be if the second Commandment had been obeyed? Is there any such thing as an absolute system of morality? How is it the Chinese have got on all these years without religion? Why should the Jews claim the patent in those moral ideas which you find just as well in all the great writers of antiquity? Why--?” she stopped suddenly, seeing his smile had broadened.

”Which of all these objections am I to answer?” he asked merrily. ”Some I'm sure you don't mean.”

”I mean all those you can't answer. So please don't try. After all, you're not a professional explainer of the universe, that I should heckle you thus.”

”Oh, but I set up to be,” he protested.

”No, you don't. You haven't called me a blasphemer once. I'd better go before you become really professional. I shall be late for dinner.”

”What nonsense! It is only four o'clock,” he pleaded, consulting an old-fas.h.i.+oned silver watch.

”As late as that!” said Esther in horrified tones. ”Good-bye! Take care to go through my 'copy' in case any heresies have filtered into it.”

”Your copy? Did you give it me?” he inquired.

”Of course I did. You took it from me. Where did you put it? Oh, I hope you haven't mixed it up with those papers. It'll be a terrible task to find it,” cried Esther excitedly.

”I wonder if I could have put it in the pigeon-hole for 'copy,'” he said. ”Yes! what luck!”