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T H E E E B Y 
 
T H E E E B Y 
 
 BY 
 
 FAYR MADOC 
 
 AUTHOR OF THE ' STORY OF MILLICENT ' 
 
 IN TWO VOLUMES 
 VOL. 1. 
 
 WILLIAM BLACKWOOD AND SONS 
 EDINBUKGH AND LONDON 
 MDCCGLXXXV 
 
 All Rights reserved 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 CHAPTEE 1. 
 
 There was great rejoicing at Bishop's Court. 
 The old Bishop's adopted son, Noel Triamond, 
 was returning from a two years' tour round 
 the world. All the servants were agog to 
 ^'do him honour. Ever since the arrival of 
 ^liis telegram from Paris, the gardeners had 
 Jworked early and late in the perfectly kept 
 grounds. The grooms had bestirred them- 
 pelves to make the faultless stables more 
 ^rim. The maids and the footmen had re- 
 >^olished and redusted articles that were 
 ^always bright and clean. The young man s 
 
 ^ VOL. I. A 
 
2 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 suite of apartments, which had stood in rea- 
 diness for months, were prepared for imme- 
 diate occupation. Other unused rooms were 
 thrown open. A smiling expectation filled 
 the place. The dogs ran about, uttering short 
 barks of pleasure ; even blind Eover chose to 
 drag his aged limbs into the portico, and lay 
 there with his head turned in the direction 
 of the carriage-drive. The cat alone evinced 
 no feeling : he was disdainful of fuss, and 
 stretched his stately length in his usual 
 sunny corner, with his accustomed selfish 
 indifierence. 
 
 Mrs Daff^er moved hither and thither with 
 a rapid step ; it was impossible for her to sit 
 still. She made arrangements and rearrange- 
 ments. She bustled from room to room. 
 She scolded every one. She was ubiquitous. 
 Her impatience could not be restrained. 
 Noel was her darling; she had brought him up 
 almost from infancy. She had taught him the 
 alphabet, and the capitals of Europe, and the 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 3 
 
 dates of the kings and queens of England. 
 She had taught him, also, to hurt himself 
 without crying, and to open the door for the 
 ladies. She had nursed him in childish ill- 
 nesses. She had consoled him when Sandy, 
 the old Scotch terrier, died. She had man- 
 aged his wardrobe until the day when he 
 told her, blushing, that he had been recom- 
 mended to buy his clothes in London. Next 
 to the Bishop, Mrs Daffer loved no creature 
 on earth as she loved Noel. His advent 
 filled her soul with happiness ; but she could 
 not possess her happiness in calm, and it 
 made her irascible with the domestics, and 
 querulous with the Bishop. The good prelate 
 only smiled. Even he was excited, and 
 caused Mrs DafFer to place an extra cushion 
 behind his back, in order that he might 
 appear less aged and less like a confirmed 
 invalid. The old lady did his bidding 
 testily. 
 
 You vain old man ! she cried. Pray, 
 
4' 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 what colour will you have next your com- 
 plexion ? Carmine, to make you look pale 
 and interesting ? or white, to make you look 
 rosy ? Noel isn't a girl, cousin ! Though, to 
 be sure, he's as gentle as a woman, and as 
 loving ! Not that he isn't strong, too. But 
 he's got a soft place in his heart for us two 
 silly old people, just as a girl might. But 
 you needn't try and overawe him with your 
 appearance. He's seen finer things in the 
 East than any you can show, I'll be bound. 
 Not but what you do look for all the world 
 like King Solomon himself ! " 
 
 The Bishop, indeed, looked more like a 
 great king than a successor of the fishermen 
 of Galilee. The apartment in which he lay 
 was large and lofty, and lighted by several 
 windows, from all but one of which the light 
 was carefully excluded. The walls were pan- 
 elled to the roof, and the roof itself was 
 arched. The furniture was of oak, ancient 
 and priceless. Bowls of rare china, and filled 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 6 
 
 with primroses, stood upon the carved chests. 
 A few fine paintings adorned the walls — 
 there was a Raphael, a Titian, a Velasquez, 
 more than one Vandyck. Turkey carpets 
 covered the floor. The Bishop himself re- 
 clined upon a couch close to the uncurtained 
 window. The cushions at his back were 
 covered with the most curious fabrics. The 
 Bishop's robe was of stamped velvet, and its 
 hue was purple. A dull green coverlet wrap- 
 ped his body, and fell in folds upon the floor. 
 A great stand of cinerarias stood at the foot 
 of his couch. On a small table at his left 
 hand lay a few books : there was a volume of 
 Hume, a Psalter, the Thoughts of Marcus 
 Aurelius, the Comedies of Shakespeare. On 
 the wall opposite to the sumptuous bed hung 
 a thick curtain — behind it there was known 
 to be a painting. None had ever seen it, but 
 it was supposed, by those who had seen its 
 predecessors, to be a masterpiece. It was 
 the work of the Bishop's hand, and the only 
 
6 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 work that he had suffered to survive. He had 
 ruthlessly destroyed every effort by which he 
 had risen to perfection. This one veiled mon- 
 ument alone remained of the genius and the 
 energy of a man who might have been the 
 most famous of painters. 
 
 The Bishop laughed quietly. 
 Now, Daffy, don't be cross because your 
 boy is coming home," he said. How often 
 have I not told you that to be snappish, even 
 in fun, is as unphilosophical as it is irreli- 
 gious ! above all things, it is inartistic. For 
 Heaven s sake, let no inartistic thing sojourn 
 in my house ! " 
 
 " Cousin, I think you are more frivolous 
 than ever," said Mrs Daffer, reproachfully. 
 
 Don't you know that old age ought to be 
 reverend? Not but that you are reverend 
 enough, and it puzzles me to know why old 
 people should be stupid ; though, to be sure, 
 they ought to be grave, and you are as friv- 
 olous as a boy ! " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 7 
 
 Nay, DafFy, I am not frivolous ; for I 
 am an artist, and there is no frivolity in 
 Art," replied the Bishop. But I am glad, 
 and my gladness makes me young again. It 
 makes you very young too, Daffy ; and in 
 that cap and gown, which I designed in 
 order that Noel might mistake you for a 
 Psyche, you look like a girl Tell me, 
 dearest Daffy, when may we expect our boy 
 to arrive ? " 
 
 The Bishop's little compliment did not 
 displease Mrs Daffer, and she smiled as she 
 looked at the huge white face of the clock, 
 whose sonorous ticking seemed to animate 
 the chamber as with a gigantic presence. 
 
 He will be here in twenty minutes," she 
 said. ''I must run away now, cousin. I 
 have fifty things to see to still. But I shall 
 be back very soon, and bring him with me." 
 So saying, she tripped away with a light step 
 that a maiden might have envied. 
 
 The Bishop looked after her, still smiling. 
 
8 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 He was a very old man. He remembered 
 the Frencli Eevolution. He had been al- 
 ready in priest's orders when the nineteenth 
 century dawned. He had been a bishop 
 before the winning of the battle of Water- 
 loo. At the time of Wellington's famous 
 victory, he had been the bishop of a great 
 see, and people had said that Canterbury 
 lay at his finger - tips. Many years had 
 elapsed since then. George IH. and his 
 sons were dead, Queen Victoria's reign was 
 not in its beginning, and her children were 
 grown up and she was a grandmother, and 
 the prognosticated archbishop had become 
 merely Bishop Scroll. Long ago he had 
 resigned his diocese, and it had been whis- 
 pered that he had gone astray after strange 
 heresies. How this might really be, the 
 world had never known. At forty. Bishop 
 Scroll had renounced the episcopate. But 
 he had entered into no controversy, and he 
 had offered no explanation of his action or 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 9 
 
 of his views. He had simply withdrawn 
 from active public life. 
 
 At this time, Bishop's Court had been 
 long untenanted, and it was falling into de- 
 cay. It was said to be haunted, and it was 
 related that a tragedy of an unknown char- 
 acter had once occurred there. Bishop Scroll 
 took possession of the house, and turned the 
 wilderness in which it stood into beautiful 
 gardens. He restored the exterior of the 
 building, and beautified it within. He filled 
 his mansion with noble statuary, with fine 
 pictures, with rich tapestry, and with hang- 
 ings of leather and costly carpets, with 
 choice porcelain, with exquisite furniture, 
 with rare plate. He was very rich. His 
 mother had been a great heiress. He him- 
 self had married a lady of immense wealth. 
 Two personages had left him fortunes. It 
 was said that the Bishop's riches w^ere in- 
 calculable. His wife had soon died, and had 
 left him childless. But the Bishop refrained 
 
10 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 from digamy. If he were unorthodox con- 
 cerning the dogmas of the creeds, he was 
 scrupulous in obeying the Pauline injunc- 
 tion that a bishop should be the husband 
 of one wife. He remained single, and he 
 abandoned himself to the pursuit of paint- 
 ing. It was when he exchanged the crosier 
 for the brush that he introduced Mrs Daffer 
 into his establishment, and bade her regulate 
 all within it that pertained to the juris- 
 diction of woman. She had not been a 
 stranger. She was his wife's distant cousin, 
 and at his wedding she had pinned the 
 favours into the coats of the gentlemen. 
 Now she had become a widow, and she, 
 too, was childless. 
 
 You must come and keep house for me, 
 my dear Mrs Daffer," the Bishop had said. 
 
 I can't live quite alone. It isn't artistic 
 for man to do so." 
 
 So Mrs Daffer had taken up her abode 
 at Bishop's Court, and in process of time 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 11 
 
 the Bishop called her DafFy and designed 
 her costume. 
 
 As to herself, she loved the Bishop ex- 
 travagantly. She worshipped his urbanity. 
 She honoured his talents. She delighted 
 in his very eccentricity. She scolded him 
 often. But she scolded him because it was 
 her idiosyncrasy to scold, not because she 
 had any fault to find. She considered, in- 
 deed, that he was a very Solon, and she 
 was fully aware of her mental inferiority 
 to him. But she was content that it should 
 be thus. She was old-fashioned. And she 
 held that man and woman run along grooves 
 that are equal, but not identical. She be- 
 lieved man to be a classical creature, learned, 
 unpractical, generally irrational. In woman 
 she saw the embodiment of common-sense 
 and sound judgment. 
 
 When Mrs Daffer had first come to reside 
 at Bishop's Court, Mrs Triamond was still 
 alive. She was Noel's grandmother and the 
 
12 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Bishop's old friend, and every year the 
 Bishop made a journey to her distant home 
 and paid her a long visit. 
 
 "Why doesn't Mrs Triamond come and 
 see us ? '' Mrs DafFer had sometimes asked. 
 
 "Mrs Triamond rarely leaves home/' the 
 Bishop had always replied. " When she 
 does, she likes to go to cheerful places. 
 And she has a fancy that this house is 
 haunted." 
 
 " Why, she's never seen it ! " Mrs DafFer 
 would cry. " Dear, what a silly woman she 
 must be ! " 
 
 At which ejaculation the Bishop always 
 shook his head. 
 
 " My dear Daffy, it's very inartistic to 
 hurt people's feelings," he would say some- 
 times. " And it hurts my feelings that you 
 should call my friends silly." 
 
 Then old Mrs Triamond and her son and 
 her son's wife had died, and the Bishop 
 had brought little Noel home, and the child 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 13 
 
 had become the joy of Mrs DafFers life. 
 Twenty -six years had passed since then. 
 Noel was seven - and - twenty. He was a 
 Doctor of Medicine, and he had travelled 
 round the entire globe. Mrs DafFer was 
 nearly seventy. The Bishop was much 
 older. He had left off painting, and had 
 become an invalid. His body was feeble 
 and ailing. But his mind was still acute and 
 his perceptions strong. And he was happy. 
 
 " I love life," he would say. We have 
 it and we ought to love it. I shall live as 
 long as I can.'' 
 
 So he went on his peaceful way, rejoicing. 
 Mrs DafFer read prayers to the long file of 
 servants every morning, and she went to 
 church on Sundays and Saints' - days, and 
 observed Christmas and Easter with turkey 
 and lamb. And she looked with distrust 
 upon Catholics, and with contempt upon Dis- 
 senters, and she disbelieved in atheism, and 
 of agnosticism she had never heard. She 
 
14 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 told the Bishop he was a bad man ; but she 
 informed her neighbours that he was the 
 essence of goodness. 
 
 " Bishops have special ways of communing 
 with their Maker/' she had been heard to say. 
 "Not but what my cousin ought to go 
 to church, though, to be sure, he'd hear 
 nothing there he doesn't know already ! " 
 
 In the early days of the Bishop's residence 
 at Bishop's Court, he had read the morning 
 prayers to the domestics, and he had accom- 
 panied Mrs DafFer to church every week. 
 But soon after the picture was painted, he 
 gave up his outward religious exercises. His 
 health had begun to fail. His step had 
 grown slower, and the weather had begun to 
 affect him. He could creep no further than 
 the grassy terrace where the old white cross 
 stood. Then even that became too great a 
 fatigue. He invested in the purple robe of 
 stamped velvet, and he lay all day upon his 
 couch. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 15 
 
 Bishop Scroll was, without doubt, an apos- 
 tate. But the world did not revile him. 
 He was rich and liberal, and his life was 
 blameless. Moreover, he was forgotten. A 
 scandal had been created when, in the prime 
 of life, he had resigned a splendid ecclesi- 
 astical position. But those days had long 
 gone by, and the Bishop had completely out- 
 lived his notoriety. 
 
 "He is a good old man, and perfectly 
 harmless," said the vicar. 
 
 And he visited his lordly old parishioner 
 without distress. And no archbishop, no 
 dean or canon, no priest or deacon, rose up 
 to denounce the old prelate, who had no 
 chaplain, and who never went to church. In 
 truth there was nothing to denounce. The 
 old man drew no emoluments from the 
 Church that he had forsaken. Nothing re- 
 mained to him of his past glories but an 
 empty title, which he accepted, but never 
 claimed. Besides, he was godly. He ful- 
 
16 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 filled — and fulfilled well^ — more than half the 
 requirements of a Christian bishop. He was 
 not soon angry. He was not given to wine 
 or filthy lucre. He was no striker. On 
 the contrary, he was given to hospitality. 
 He was a lover of good men. He was just 
 and temperate. By those who knew him 
 best, he was deemed holy. If he did not 
 hold fast the faith as he had been taught, 
 and if he w^as neither able nor willing to 
 exhort and to convince gainsayers, no one 
 asked why. If he convinced no one of the 
 faith, he convinced no one of unfaith. To 
 the younger generation he was unknow^n. 
 By the elder generation he was ignored. 
 When chance brought his name into promi- 
 nence, people shrugged their shoulders. Some 
 said that senility had fallen upon him early. 
 Some said that he was mad. A few declared 
 that he was wicked. None dared to argue 
 with him. From the highest dignitary of 
 the Church to the humblest and last-ordained 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 17 
 
 curate, all the Anglican divines shut their 
 eyes and ears and passed him by. Bishop 
 Scroll, they would say, did not proselytise. 
 And, so long as he did no mischief, what 
 mattered his own views ? It was no business 
 of theirs. The safety of his own soul must 
 be left in his own hands. Surely a man who 
 had once been a bishop must know every 
 argument that they could adduce in support 
 of orthodoxy. 
 
 When Mrs Daffer had departed on her last 
 errand of preparation, the Bishop lay back 
 upon his gorgeous pillows motionless. His 
 eyes were half closed. His hands were 
 folded. It was an evening late in April. 
 The Bishop's window faced west. The low 
 sun flooded the room. It illuminated the 
 magnificent couch with a bright light. It 
 threw the Bishop's fine features into statu- 
 esque relief. Even in extreme old age they 
 possessed the beauty of power. 
 
 As he lay thus, Bishop Scroll thought of 
 VOL. I. B 
 
18 
 
 THEEEBY. 
 
 the young man, who was even now almost 
 at the threshold. He loved Noel. He had 
 loved Noel's grandmother, and his intimacy 
 with her had been great and of long duration. 
 They had been young together. He had 
 been a big boy when she was a little girl. 
 He had joined her hand to her husbands 
 in Holy Matrimony ; and he had been that 
 husband's friend until his death, and then 
 the consoler of the widow and the guardian 
 of her fatherless son. He had again soothed 
 his old friend when she was bereaved of her 
 only child and of her young daughter-in-law. 
 And when Mrs Triamond herself passed 
 away, he had promised to be a father to 
 her grandson, and had brought little Noel 
 home and placed him in Mrs Daffer s arms, 
 and adopted him as his own son. And Noel 
 had not proved himself unworthy of the 
 affection lavished upon him. He had re- 
 turned it fully. He had worked well. He 
 had taken prizes, and won esteem and 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 19 
 
 applause. And he had resisted tempta- 
 tion. 
 
 The Bishop had looked grave when the 
 boy first communicated to him his choice 
 of a profession. 
 
 Why do you want to be a doctor ? he 
 had asked. " Have you considered the weary 
 nights and laborious days that such a calling 
 involves ? Do you see that it is a hand-to- 
 hand fight with nature, in which nature often 
 prevails over the physician? You will be 
 very rich. Why not go into Parliament ? 
 Why not aim at being a Prime Minister?" 
 
 The boy was barely seventeen. He was 
 fair and beautiful. Mrs DafFer had but 
 one complaint to make of him. He was 
 too pretty for a boy, she sometimes said. 
 But the Bishop looked deeper, and he saw 
 that a manly beauty was not lacking. Noel 
 had coloured at the Bishop's words. Never- 
 theless, he had looked steadfastly at his 
 adopted father, and had spoken plainly. 
 
20 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 I do want to be a doctor, and I have my 
 reasons/' he had said. I don't know why, 
 but Fm always thinking of life. And I think 
 it's lovely, and I think people ought to love 
 it. Yet lots of people hate their lives, and 
 I've tried to find out why, and it always 
 seems to me that not being well and strong 
 is at the bottom of it. I believe they'd all 
 like life as much as I do if they were strong 
 like me ; and if I were a doctor, I should be 
 always helping people to get well." 
 
 The Bishop had regarded him attentively. 
 
 Good ! " he had muttered. " And yet 
 how strange ! " 
 
 I would do anything to please you, sir," 
 the boy had added. " But I should like to be 
 a doctor. Do you know, when you spoke of 
 a hand-to-hand fight with nature, it made me 
 feel as if I had to make a hundred runs off 
 my own bat to win a losing game. And you 
 know, if I had to do that, I should do it," 
 the young fellow had concluded. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 21 
 
 " I have no wish to thwart you, Noel/' the 
 Bishop had said. Nay, I am very glad. I 
 could not have desired anything more. I 
 only wanted to be sure you were in earnest." 
 
 So Noel had had his wish, and he had done 
 excellently, and the Bishop and Mrs DafFer 
 were proud of him and satisfied. In holiday 
 seasons he had travelled in Europe. When 
 he became a doctor, his adopted father had 
 despatched him on a voyage round the world. 
 See everything," the old man had said. 
 
 Go ever3^where. Don't come back for two 
 years. And don t fall in love." 
 
 And now the two years were over, and 
 Noel was at the door. 
 
 Here he is, here he is, bless his heart ! " 
 Mrs DafFer was crying out excitedly. 
 
 She came hurrying into the room, with 
 her boy beside her. The boy, however, was 
 a boy no longer. He was tall and strong. 
 His great beauty had strengthened, de- 
 veloped, fully matured itself. He stood 
 
22 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 before his adopted father clad in the glory 
 of manhood. 
 
 So you re glad to see the old people 
 again ! " said the Bishop, playfully. Well, 
 IVe stayed to welcome you, my boy ! I felt 
 I must see the play out. It isn't artistic to 
 die inopportunely." 
 
 " There you are ! " cried Mrs Daffer. " You 
 see he isn't a bit changed, Noel. Good 
 Heavens, I hope he won't die in his present 
 state of mind ! Not but what he's a better 
 man than most; though, to be sure, even 
 good men ought to hold right opinions. But 
 I really can't say why the Bishop should put 
 himself out for any one ! " 
 
 I'm sure I hope he never will," said Noel. 
 How are you, sir ? " 
 
 ''Pretty well, my dear boy," replied the 
 old man. It does me good to see you. 
 Have you enjoyed yourself?" 
 
 '' Enormously." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 23 
 
 Have you been everywhere ? 
 Well, everywhere I could." 
 And have you seen everything ? 
 As much as was possible." 
 And have you fallen in love, Noel ? " 
 Why, no, sir ! You particularly told me 
 not." 
 
 ^' You are exceedingly obedient, Noel. But 
 have you ? " 
 
 Noel smiled. 
 Well, sir, since you press me so hard," 
 he admitted, " I have done what people call 
 falling in love. But not permanently. I 
 had a delightful time with a pretty American 
 two years ago, and another with a dear little 
 girl at Sydney, and " 
 
 " Upon my word. Master Noel, j^ou ve been 
 doing sad havoc ! " interrupted Mrs DafFer. 
 
 You re a naughty boy ! Didn't I tell you 
 to bear in mind that women have hearts, if 
 men haven't ? not but what some women are 
 as heartless and flighty as butterflies, and I 
 
24 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 must say men often get the worst of it, poor 
 creatures ! Though, to be sure, they always 
 begin it, and teach the poor girls to love 
 them." 
 
 These ladies didn't fall in love with me, 
 Daffy," said the young man. 
 
 " Nonsense ; don't talk to me ! " cried she. 
 " They did — I know they did ! and you've 
 broken their hearts, most likely. Not but 
 what a woman ought to be too proud to break 
 her heart for any man. But there's no resist- 
 ing some of you ; and you're one, Noel. I dare- 
 say they're dead. 0 Noel, Noel, and you a 
 doctor, too ! You should have known better." 
 
 ''They aren't dead. Daffy — not one of 
 them. The American actually thanked me 
 for giving her an experience, and I saw her 
 marriage in the paper three months after. 
 And the little Australian told me she should 
 send me a bill for helping to complete my 
 education. And at Simla, Miss " 
 
 ''Bless the boy!" ejaculated Mrs Daffer, 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 25 
 
 " I declare Fm ashamed of you ! The conceit 
 of you young men is only equalled by the 
 vanity of the old ones. I don t believe one 
 of these young ladies ever even looked at 
 you, Noel.'' 
 
 ''I thought you said, Daffy, that they'd 
 all died for my sake,'' said Noel, slyly. 
 
 ''You see. Daffy isn't altered either," ob- 
 served the Bishop ; " and I'm glad of it. 
 She is never dull, because one never knows 
 how outrageously she will deny her last 
 statement." 
 
 ''You are too bad, cousin," said Mrs 
 Daffer. "I deny nothing. But I can see 
 on both sides of the hedge at once, and 
 that's more than most men can do. Though, 
 to be sure, some of them do see all the bear- 
 ings of a question in a very wonderful way, 
 I must confess." 
 
 " And how much oftener did you enjoy 
 these sweet experiences, Noel ? " inquired the 
 Bishop. 
 
26 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Only once, sir/' replied Noel, readily. 
 " I'm not a flirt. But I'm a firm believer in 
 the psychological bond." 
 
 The psychological bond ! " repeated the 
 Bishop. 
 
 Yes, sir. I can't explain what it is. But 
 it exists wherever there is cordiality. When 
 a man and woman meet, if this bond doesn't 
 exist between them, they are simply polite. 
 There is no friendship. Each passes on. 
 But when it exists, they like each other's 
 society. They seek each other. It isn't 
 flirting, and it isn't falling in love. It is 
 merely a psychological necessity." 
 
 '^You should beware of psychological 
 necessity," said the Bishop. " It is the 
 borderland of love, and you don't know 
 when you may begin to trespass." 
 
 Now, don't find fault with him, cousin ! " 
 cried Mrs Daff^er. I won't have it ! The 
 dear boy is too clever for me, though I'm 
 not an idiot, and understand as much as 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 27 
 
 most people. But he wants his dinner, Fm 
 sure, and I won't have him scolded and 
 questioned till he's had it. In this one par- 
 ticular I must have my own way, and dinner 
 and punctuality must go hand in hand. Not 
 but what dinner is good to a hungry man at 
 any time. But I must say it s better to 
 eat it at the right moment. Come and get 
 ready, Noel. You shall talk by-and-by. I 
 must have my way now, and that bad old 
 man knows it." 
 
 True, true," said the Bishop, smiling. 
 Woman has ruled the world ever since Eve 
 gave the apple to Adam and he ate of it." 
 
28 
 
 CHAPTEE IL 
 
 Noel Triamond had come home happy, 
 heart-free, and vigorous. Moreover, he was 
 ambitious. He desired to make the world 
 whole. He had studied and thought more 
 than most men of his age have studied and 
 thought. From early boyhood he had been 
 possessed with the idea that the splendour of 
 life was greater than most men dreamed of. 
 He rejoiced in life ; and with the generosity 
 of youth, he wished that all mankind should 
 rejoice with him. He had asked himself why 
 this joy in life was so rare. And it had 
 seemed to him that the world was sick. So 
 he had resolved to become a doctor, in order 
 that, at all events, he might cure some. He 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 29 
 
 was a man now, and he had abandoned the 
 idea of arming himself with remedies, and 
 of going from house to house to minister to 
 the diseased. He had come to feel that the 
 energies of a rich physician should be spent 
 in research. He perceived that he might 
 serve the world better by investigating 
 disease than by treating diseased persons ; 
 and he had formed a project accordingly. 
 He had already published a little paper, en- 
 titled. Is Disease necessary ? It had pro- 
 voked answers, and the answers had pursued 
 Noel into every corner of the world. Most 
 of them had been ironical. But Noel had 
 not cared; he had launched his theory on 
 the world, and it had encountered criticism. 
 When he chose to show himself among men, 
 he would not be unknown. 
 
 As he walked in the gardens of Bishop s 
 Court on the morning after his arrival, he 
 meditated on his projects, and determined 
 that he would lay them immediately before 
 
30 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 his adopted father. He knew that his 
 schemes would not be thwarted by the old 
 man. The Bishop coerced no one. Even in 
 his childhood, Noel had experienced no sub- 
 jection. It had seemed to him then, that 
 he had done always as he liked. He had 
 been wont to marvel at his own freedom, 
 when other boys complained of the rigor- 
 ousness of parental authority. Now he saw 
 that the Bishop's influence had been om- 
 nipotent. Noel had had his own way; but 
 his own way had invariably been the w^ay of 
 the Bishop. In his choice of a profession, 
 the young man had, for a long time, imag- 
 ined that he had strongly asserted his own 
 individuality. But he perceived now that 
 he had only fulfilled the Bishop's intentions. 
 He recalled to mind how frequently he had 
 been taken to Bishop Scroll's village-hospital, 
 — how the Bishop had sometimes shown him 
 a human skeleton, and pointed out to him 
 the beauty of its construction, telling him 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 31 
 
 the names of the bones, — how the Bishop 
 had taught him to set the jackdaw's broken 
 leg, and to dress the foot that Sandy 
 had wounded in a trap, — how the Bishop 
 had explained to him at length why every 
 one was anxious when the vicar's wife had 
 pneumonia. Certainly the Bishop had always 
 destined him to be a physician. Of late, 
 however, the Bishop had exerted his in- 
 fluence less. 
 
 " You are a man now," he had said when 
 Noel started on his travels. ''Go into the 
 world and bear your own fruit." 
 
 Noel had breakfasted with Mrs Daff'er, and 
 then she had sent him out into the garden. 
 
 " Go and smoke ! " she had cried impera- 
 tively. " Not that you should smoke, but I 
 suppose you must. You love it, don t you ? " 
 
 " I like it, Daff*y," replied Noel. 
 
 " Like it ! " ejaculated she, with contempt. 
 ''There's no such thing; as liking;. Liking; 
 means indiff^erence. Though, to be sure, why 
 
32 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 people shouldn't be indifferent to half the 
 things they're mad about, it passes me to 
 know. Pray, do you like me, as you call it ? " 
 she asked him, inconsequentlyi 
 
 "No, Daffy. I love you with all my 
 heart," he replied. 
 
 And did you like the poor young ladies 
 you were boasting of last night ? " she 
 pursued. 
 
 "Well, yes, Daffy; I believe I did— that 
 is, if liking is indifference — for I'm quite 
 indifferent to them now," he said. 
 
 "You wicked, heartless creature!" cried 
 Mrs Daffer. " How dare you say such things 
 to a woman — even an old woman like me ! 
 Travelling has ruined you, Noel. Though, 
 to be sure, you always had your own ideas 
 and stuck to them. And I can't say they .^ 
 were ever very bad ones either." 
 
 " 0 Daffy, how nice it is to see you 
 again ! " said he. " Don't be angry with me ! 
 Isn't it enough that I love you, and that I 
 
THEKEBY. 
 
 33 
 
 love you better than any other woman in the 
 world ? " 
 
 Get away, you ridiculous fellow ! said 
 Mrs DafFer, not ill-pleased. " Go and smoke ! 
 It's a nasty trick. My husband never did 
 it, nor the Bishop. But young people will 
 do as they like, and I suppose doctors are 
 as foolish as other men. Though, to be sure, 
 they ought to know it's not healthy." 
 
 " But it is healthy, Daffy," said Noel. It 
 prevents infection. If I catch the measles, 
 I shall make you smoke when you come to 
 see me." 
 
 Leave the room, sir!" vociferated Mrs 
 Daffer. " You are talking nonsense. Go and 
 soothe yourself with tobacco. I've heard it 
 soothes the nerves ; not but what men are 
 quite as irritable as women, though, to be 
 sure, some of them do have a great command 
 over their feelings. I suppose it's the smok- 
 ing, though I can't say why ; and the best- 
 tempered man I know never smoked in his 
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34 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 life, and that's the Bishop, and he can be as 
 perverse as the wind, if he likes — only he 
 never does like ! " 
 
 ''Oh, you sweet old Daffy!" said Noel, 
 kissing her. 
 
 And he went out. 
 
 The grounds of Bishop's Court were ex- 
 tensive. Large gardens swept round its 
 east and south aspects. To the west, a num- 
 ber of thick and winding shrubberies con- 
 verged, and ended abruptly on a terrace of 
 smoothly shaven turf. It was bounded on 
 its further side by a low stone wall, sur- 
 mounting a steep declivity, and beneath this 
 eminence nestled a little church and a pictur- 
 esque village. To this spot Noels feet led 
 him almost mechanically. Here stood the 
 white marble cross which had been the goal 
 of the Bishop's last walks. It stood in the 
 centre of the terrace, and it bore the simple 
 inscription, Disce vivere. Noel went and 
 sat upon the wall and looked at it thought- 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 35 
 
 fully. He had played beside it as a child. 
 He had often wondered why it was there. 
 Once he had asked the Bishop. 
 
 ''I put it there to mark the greatest in- 
 fluence in my life/' the old man had replied. 
 
 I wonder why he put it there," Noel 
 had thought over and over again. 
 
 The monument had always possessed a 
 singular attraction for him. As a child, the 
 white cross had fascinated him. And it had 
 given him his first Latin lesson. As a boy, 
 he had stood before it, dreaming. Perhaps 
 its mystic preaching had impressed him with 
 the beauty and the capabilities of life. As 
 a youth, he had been impatient with it. 
 Why — he had asked — did it haunt him 
 thus ? Why did it stand, with white re- 
 proachful arms extended, incessantly bidding 
 him — him whose whole soul was concentred 
 on the potentiality of existence — to learn to 
 live? Its presence had angered him. He 
 had thought that it should have stood in a 
 
36 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 crowded city, where pale and jaded men and 
 women passed to and fro — or in a gaudy 
 ball-room, where the sickly votaries of plea- 
 sure lounged in and out. Here, where none 
 came but himself and the stalwart gardeners, 
 its warning seemed to be unneeded and 
 foolish. It had vexed him. If it recorded 
 nothing, why was it there ? But the Bishop 
 had allowed that it recorded something of 
 moment to himself. 
 
 And he is the wisest of men,'' Noel had 
 said to himself, often. He said so again 
 now. The cross struck him differently after 
 a long absence. It seemed to him now that 
 it bore upon its silent heart a great lesson 
 that might instruct a prophet. The melan- 
 choly denizens of cities and the worldly crea- 
 tures of society would have passed it by 
 unnoticed. But he had felt its power. 
 What if he owed to it his resolve to furnish 
 a better fate for mankind? Perhaps the 
 Bishop, who prized life so dearly, had put it 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 37 
 
 there in order that his adopted son might 
 see it, and seeing it, might learn not only- 
 how to live himself, but how to make others 
 live. 
 
 " After all, he is the wisest of men," Noel 
 said again. " He knows that over death — 
 as over birth — the individual has no control. 
 Life alone is in our own hands." 
 
 Then the clock struck noon, and Noel 
 went back to the house. For at noon the 
 Bishop became visible, and Noel hastened to 
 bid him good morning. Mrs Daffer was 
 before him. She was sitting on a low chair 
 by the Bishop's side, and she was talking 
 fast. 
 
 Here he comes," she said, as Noel opened 
 the door. He means mischief, cousin. 
 Don't you see it in his eye ? " 
 
 The young man approached the couch, 
 smiling. 
 
 Indeed, Daffy, I never felt further from 
 mischief in my life," he said. 
 
38 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 You are going to leave us, sir ! " cried 
 Mrs DafFer. 
 
 I never said so, DafFy/' 
 
 No. But I see it in your eye, and I 
 can't be deceived even in a distressing thing. 
 Not but what you are right, my dear boy. 
 May can't wed with December, and you 
 ought to have more suitable companions. 
 Though, upon my word, I'd rather talk to 
 you, cousin, than to any young man I know, 
 tiresome as you often are. Yes, yes, Noel, 
 you must go ! AVe are as old as the 
 hills." 
 
 The old man and the young one both 
 laughed. 
 
 Go away, DafFy," said the former. 
 '^Noel and I must talk seriously to-day. 
 Last night he told us travellers' tales. To- 
 day we must talk of business. Life isn't 
 eternal, and I want to make some arrange- 
 ment^!.'' 
 
 And why mayn't I hear your arrange- 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 39 
 
 ments, you ungallant creature?'' demanded 
 the old lady. 
 
 ''You shall hear another time," said the 
 Bishop. But a trialogue is inartistic. 
 There must be many talkers, or only two." 
 
 '' Artistic nonsense ! " said Mrs Daffer, 
 angrily. "Your artistic notions make you 
 the most disagreeable of men, cousin." 
 
 " You sometimes say they make me agree- 
 able," remarked the Bishop. ''Do I ever 
 speak ungently to you, DalFy ? Well, that 
 is because I know it is inartistic to be 
 rough." 
 
 " You ought to be gentle from motives 
 of religion and morality, cousin," said Mrs 
 Daffer. " Not but what it s delightful to 
 have you the sweetest of old men for any 
 reason, and of course motives don t go for 
 much. Not but what they're very important, 
 and it's a pity you're not a better old man." 
 
 " It is," acquiesced the Bishop. " But 
 you know, dearest Daffy, to be irreligious 
 
40 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 and immoral is inartistic. Therefore, to be 
 artistic is to be religious and moral." 
 
 Mrs DafFer smiled. She drew her white 
 shawl about her and rose. 
 
 " Well, talk your business," she said. 
 Fm too busy to stay, even if you wanted 
 me. And there'd be no good, either. I 
 fail to see that business has much effect on 
 the real affairs of life. Not but what it s 
 useful as an occupation for men, which they 
 sadly want. But it doesn't order the dinner ; 
 and you'd rather have dinner than business, 
 I take it, most days of the week. Good-bye. 
 Come down to lunch when the gong sounds, 
 Noel." 
 
 Noel opened the door for her, and looked 
 after her as she vanished along the passage. 
 Then he took the seat she had vacated. 
 
 I wouldn't alter Daffy for the wealth of 
 India," he said. She represents a charm- 
 ing age when women claimed no rights, but 
 simply had them." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 41 
 
 " She does," acquiesced the Bishop. 
 
 "It is always woman who represents 
 the age/' continued Noel. " Thoughts and 
 theories don't represent the age until so- 
 ciety embraces them. And women lead 
 society, not men." 
 
 " Then you honour women, Noel ? " said 
 the Bishop. 
 
 " Indeed I do, sir." 
 
 " That is well. I am glad." 
 
 " I hope you didn t doubt it, sir ? " 
 
 " I did not. I only wished to convince 
 myself of a certainty." 
 
 I have never wronged a woman in my 
 life," said Noel, earnestly. 
 
 " Good. That is what I had ventured to 
 hope." 
 
 "As to the ladies I was speaking of last 
 night, sir, they suffered no more harm at my 
 hands than I did at theirs." 
 
 " And you are sure that you suffered no 
 harm ? " 
 
42 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " Oh, quite ! " 
 Good," reiterated the Bishop. " I am 
 glad that you like women and are acceptable 
 to them. He who neither likes women, nor 
 is liked by them, is hardly to be called a 
 man. I am specially glad, too, because I 
 want you to undertake rather a peculiar 
 quest for me. There is a certain lady 
 whom I have lost. I want you to find her 
 for me." 
 
 Noel looked astonished. The Bishop 
 smiled. 
 
 "Yes; I want you to find her, because I 
 owe her a species of reparation," he went on. 
 
 It's a long story, and I can't tell it you in 
 detail. You know the cross on the terrace, 
 and you know the tablet in the church, to 
 the memory of George Noel, who died here 
 in the summer of 1788, aged twenty -nine. 
 At that time, my father and George Noel 
 were joint - proprietors of this house, and 
 they were both widowers. They were great 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 43 
 
 friends, though my father was ten years, at 
 least, older than Noel. A little French boy, 
 called Claude d'Aubert, used to be a great 
 deal here, and he and little Molly Noel called 
 each other sweethearts, and were inseparable. 
 I was seven or eight years their senior, and 
 I was fond of them. When George Noel 
 died, we three were present. Tm not going 
 to tell you how Noel died. The circum- 
 stances of his death were very painful, and 
 my father stood by and allowed it. With 
 his latest breath, Noel expressed a wish that 
 Claude and Molly should marry, and he 
 asked me to care for them. I never saw 
 Claude again. He and Molly could never 
 be prevailed upon to meet again. And 
 Molly married your grandfather, Charles 
 Triamond, as you have already guessed. 
 Claude d'Aubert also married, and had an 
 only daughter. At one time, your grand- 
 mother and I strove to bring about a mar- 
 riage between this girl and your father. But 
 
44 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 she ran away with a man of inferior birth, 
 and soon after died, leaving one child — the 
 lady whom I have lost and whom I wish you 
 to find." 
 
 ''And how do you know I can find her?" 
 asked Noel. 
 
 ''I have reason to believe that she lives 
 in London, although my endeavours to find 
 her have proved fruitless," said the Bishop. 
 ''A gentleman — since dead — was able to 
 inform me that Claude d'Aubert abandoned 
 his grandchild to her paternal relations after 
 her mothers death, and that they were 
 London people. D'Aubert went abroad, and 
 died some years ago." 
 
 " And why do you want so much to find 
 her?" inquired Noel. 
 
 '' It is a romantic idea," replied the Bishop. 
 '' I couldn't entirely fulfil poor George Noels 
 dying injunction ; but I feel that every 
 descendant of the witnesses of his shock- 
 ing end has a peculiar claim upon me. I 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 45 
 
 feel this the more, because of the part my 
 father played in the scene." 
 
 ^'How 'did my great-grandfather die?'' 
 asked Noel. " It was a duel, I suppose ? '' 
 I would rather not tell you the particu- 
 lal'S at present," returned the Bishop. You 
 shall know some day. Meantime, find me 
 the only other descendant who exists — 
 beside yourself — of the unlucky little chil- 
 dren who were present at a terrible 
 enormity." 
 
 " Of course I will do my very best to 
 find her," said Noel, cheerfully. "What is 
 her name ? and about what age is she ? " 
 
 ''Her mother married eight -and -twenty 
 years ago, or rather more," said the old 
 man. " She must be rather older than you. 
 Her name is Eva Goldmount. It is an un- 
 common combination, and ought to have 
 rendered her recovery easier than I have 
 found it." 
 
 " Unless she has married," suggested Noel. 
 
46 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''I do not think she has married," said 
 the Bishop. 
 
 Then there was a slight pause.' 
 
 "Well, I am very much interested," said 
 Noel, presently. I will do my best to find 
 Miss Goldmount." 
 
 ''Good," said the Bishop. "And now, 
 tell me what you have come home to 
 do?" 
 
 "To work, sir." 
 
 " To work ! But you are a very rich man ; 
 rich men mustn't be slaves." 
 
 " I know. That is the very point. I don't 
 want to practise ; I want to investigate." 
 
 "Good," said the Bishop again. "And 
 of course, as DafFy says, you mean to leave 
 us?" 
 
 " Fm afraid I do," said Noel, frankly. " I 
 feel I must be in London. I must be close 
 to hospitals, and museums, and libraries. 
 Also, it will be to my advantage to mix 
 with the best men in my profession." 
 
THEREBY. 47 
 
 ''You are going to investigate causes?" 
 said the Bishop. 
 
 "Precisely. I want to find out, first, 
 what diseases are capable of being elimin- 
 ated from the human race altogether; and 
 secondly, how the effects of such as are in- 
 eradicable — if there be any such — can best 
 be mitigated." 
 
 ''That is a great field, Noel." 
 
 " Indeed it is ; and I shall do but little, 
 even if I live long. But I may do some- 
 thing; and at least I may enable less for- 
 tunate men than myself to follow the same 
 path. It shocks me to think how little 
 ground my profession has gained in cen- 
 turies ; and I believe its backwardness to 
 improve is explained by the fact that men 
 have ordinarily looked upon it merely as a 
 means for making a livelihood. Needy men 
 have no time to combat errors, or even to 
 see them. Men of leisure must do that — 
 men who don't want to make money. You 
 
48 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 read and approved my first paper. Now I 
 mean to write a pamphlet on this postulate 
 — The total abolition of disease is possible^ 
 
 ''That is a very daring hypothesis, my 
 dear boy." 
 
 " I know ; and it is possible I may find 
 it untenable. But I shall do my best to 
 prove it. I have pondered the problem 
 everywhere. The idea is part of me. I 
 am filled with an enthusiasm that I can't 
 describe. Do you remember telling me that 
 the physician's craft was a hand-to-hand 
 struggle with nature ? Well, I am ready 
 for the fight ; and if I don't win all, I 
 mean to win something. Life ought to be 
 so perfect, and disease frustrates it. I feel 
 like Perseus : a great necessity impels me 
 to slay the dragon and free my Andro- 
 meda." 
 
 " God bless you and grant you your heart's 
 desire, my son ! " said the Bishop. 
 
 For a few minutes neither of them spoke. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 49 
 
 Then Noel resumed, speaking with less 
 excitement. 
 
 "Of course I fancy I have a clue in my 
 hand, and I mean to follow it up,'' he said. 
 "But I shall only live a few years, and I 
 don't want to leave my work to perish. As 
 you remind me, I can command any aids 
 I want. Other men — probably with finer 
 intellects than mine, and as much ardour — 
 are deterred from investigation by poverty. 
 I want to establish a College of Eesearch, 
 where men of genius may do their work 
 undisturbed by sublunary cares. I can 
 afford to found such a place, and it is my 
 intention to do so." 
 
 He spoke with decision. The expression of 
 the Bishop's face implied intense satisfaction. 
 
 " This interests me extremely," he said. 
 " Tell me all about it." 
 
 " The College of Eesearch must be a build- 
 ing — without accommodation for residents, 
 but with every arrangement for the comfort 
 
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50 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 and convenience of persons passing the entire 
 day within its walls — and situated in the 
 vicinity of one of the best of the London 
 hospitals/' said Noel, slowly. " It mnst con- 
 tain dissecting-rooms, laboratories, isolated 
 studies, every aid and appliance that an 
 investigator can require, and a compendious 
 library, and ample anatomical and physiolo- 
 gical museums. It must also contain a hall, 
 where investigators will be able to lecture to 
 audiences, and demonstrate the results of their 
 researches. But the primary object of the 
 college will not be to instruct the student. 
 Its raison d'etre will be to furnish leisure 
 and maintenance to the thoughtful physician 
 and surgeon whose ideas cannot develop 
 themselves beneath the press of money- 
 making. The college will be governed by 
 a council, elected by the members of the 
 college. Under certain regulations, any mem- 
 ber of the profession will be able to become 
 a member of the College of Eesearch, upon 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 51 
 
 payment of an entrance-fee and a yearly 
 subscription. Every member will be allowed 
 access to the museums and the library, and 
 will be able to attend the lectures, which 
 will be invariably gratuitous. The work- 
 rooms and studies will only be open to 
 fellows. The awarding of fellowships will 
 be in the hands of the council. "Whether a 
 fellowship will be given away to the writer 
 of the ablest thesis, or to the man who has 
 already done some good work, must be deter- 
 mined later. But there must be no test- 
 examinations, and every care must be taken 
 that the fellows shall be high-minded men, 
 full of zeal and ardour. To this end the 
 value of the fellowships must be sufficient, 
 but not excessive. They must enable men — 
 even married men — to set aside private prac- 
 tice for a time, and to live easily. But they 
 must offer no inducement to the idle. It has 
 seemed to me that each fellowship should be 
 tenable for five years, that it should be re- 
 
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52 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 newable at the expiration of that term, 
 subject to the will of the council, and that 
 its value should be £500 a-year. I am 
 prepared to lay down £100,000 for the en- 
 dowment of ten fellowships of £500 a-year 
 each. It is to be hoped that other men will 
 found other fellowships ; thirty would not be 
 too many. Besides, there should be some 
 foreign fellowships — of the value, perhaps, 
 of £700 a-year — for the special investigation 
 of diseases of climate. This is my scheme, 
 sir," concluded Noel. Time will doubtless 
 perfect it." 
 
 I like the scheme," said the Bishop. 
 But how about the actual building ? Who 
 will erect it ? — ^who will buy its site ? " 
 
 " I shall, sir," replied Noel, simply. 
 
 " You ! " expostulated the Bishop. " But 
 you are going to spend £100,000 on endow- 
 ing fellowships ! Have you considered that 
 it will cost five times as much to erect such 
 a building as you propose, and to furnish 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 53 
 
 such libraries and museums as you speak of, 
 and five times as much again to purchase 
 ground on which to erect the building ? My 
 dear boy, you will reduce yourself to poverty." 
 
 ^' Then perhaps the council will give me 
 the first fellowship," said Noel, laughing. 
 
 Seriously, my boy, it will cost an 
 enormous sum." 
 
 " Seriously, sir, I don't care in the least 
 about riches. If I save £30,000 for myself, 
 I shall still be richer than three-fourths of 
 the world ; and if I find I can't save as much, 
 still even £15,000 would keep me from starv- 
 ing. I don't care to be rich ; but I do care 
 that life should be made beautiful to every 
 one, and I shall try my best to bring it 
 about, and I shall found the College of 
 Research, if it beggars me." 
 
 I'm glad you think thus, Noel ; but you 
 can't do this great work single-handed. You 
 must allow me to give a few volumes to your 
 library, or something of that sort." 
 
54 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Indeed I shall be very grateful, sir." 
 
 " But you will want more help than I can 
 give you, my boy." 
 
 I know. You haven't forgotten Eufus 
 Eawley, have you, sir ? He is a poor man ; 
 but he has a good head. Besides, I shall be 
 able to borrow some of his patients — some of 
 his abstruse cases." 
 
 " I didn't mean that, Noel. If you are 
 to be a successful man you must be happy ; 
 and the most gigantic health can't make 
 you happy without two other factors. One 
 is work, and of that you have plenty; the 
 other is love." 
 
 There was a moment's silence. 
 The other is love ? " repeated Noel. 
 
 ''The other is love," said the old man 
 again. '' The perfect human being is com- 
 posed^ of many needs, which spring within 
 him he knows not how. In the perfect 
 human life all these needs have been re- 
 sponded to from without. It is a truth — 
 
THEKEBY. 
 
 55 
 
 not always recognised — that the man or 
 woman is deformed in whom one human 
 instinct is lacking. Where any instinct 
 exists ungratified, the individual is griev- 
 ously crippled and his power is impaired. 
 You must be strong, therefore you must 
 love, because the need for love is one of 
 the strongest of the human instincts." 
 
 But you desired me not to love," said 
 Noel, smiling. 
 
 I did ; because I wanted you to love a 
 particular person. I have always hoped that 
 you would marry Eva Goldmount." 
 Noel did not speak. 
 
 " Apart, man and woman are imperfect : 
 each is but the half of a whole. Wedded, 
 they are one perfect thing," said the Bishop. 
 
 But why should I marry Miss Gold- 
 mount ? " said Noel, coldly. 
 
 ''It is a romantic idea, Noel. I wish it, 
 because of George Noel's dying desire." 
 
 But why should I be sacrificed because 
 
56 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 one of my ancestors was killed in a duel a 
 hundred years ago ? demanded Noel. 
 
 " It may not be a sacrifice, Noel. The 
 lady I speak of has youth, good looks, and 
 accomplishments." 
 Oh! "said Noel. 
 
 He got up and walked to the further 
 end of the room. He drew aside one of 
 the curtains, and looked out. The garden 
 lay stretched before him, flooded with sun- 
 shine. But its brilliance seemed horrible 
 to him. A ghastly picture seemed to lie 
 before him. True, he had no prior attach- 
 ment ; but he had dreamed of choosing. He 
 had anticipated the deliciousness of falling 
 in love. An unexperienced bitterness rose 
 within him. Had he guessed that an Eva 
 Goldmount lay behind his adopted father s 
 counsel to him not to fall in love, he would 
 perhaps have emulated the example of Eva's 
 mother and married clandestinely. Yet how 
 could he thwart his best friend ? 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 57 
 
 **Why do you speak so beautifully of 
 marriage, and then tell me to marry to 
 order ? " he said, coming back to the Bishop's 
 couch. " There can be no perfection in a 
 marriage of convenience — such as this would 
 be — without love." 
 
 " My dear boy, I am far from wishing 
 you to marry without love," replied the 
 Bishop. " I don't want you to do violence 
 to your feelings in any way. I hoped for 
 a marriage ; but we will let that pass. If 
 you will find Miss Goldmount, I shall be 
 grateful. I wish to make her acquaintance." 
 
 " Of course TU hunt her up willingly," 
 said Noel. " But you must understand, 
 sir, that, sorry as I am to disappoint you, 
 I can't promise to do this with any view 
 to marriage." 
 
 Then the gong sounded. Noel rose with 
 alacrity. 
 
 ''I mustn't keep Daffy waiting," he said. 
 I shall see you again by-and-by, sir." 
 
58 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 He was relieved to depart. He felt irri- 
 tated, and lie knew not why; for he was 
 neither irritable nor easily prejudiced. 
 
 Is it a hereditary instinct ? " he said to 
 himself. My grandmother wouldn't marry 
 this woman s grandfather; and I hate this 
 girl, though I've never seen her." 
 
59 
 
 CHAPTEE III. 
 
 Several days elapsed before either the 
 Bishop or Noel recurred to the subject of 
 Eva Goldmount. The latter, indeed, felt 
 no inclination to discuss it. It had strange- 
 ly annoyed him ; and it had annoyed him, 
 not only because the Bishop's suggestion 
 had outraged his sentiments, but because 
 — for the first time in his life — he had 
 thought the wisest of men unreasonable. 
 His vexation was serious. Was this all 
 that the old cross meant? Did it merely 
 speak of the foolish quarrel of two unruly 
 young men, the fatal ending of which had 
 assumed a theatrical garb ? Instinctively 
 Noel felt convinced that Claude d'Aubert s 
 
60 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 granddaughter must be disagreeable to him. 
 After an interval, he resolved to open his 
 mind to the Bishop. With him, to form a 
 resolution was to act upon it. No sooner 
 had he decided to speak, than he repaired 
 to the Bishop's apartment. Mrs Daffer and 
 the Bishop were drinking tea. 
 
 " I wish I took sugar," said the young 
 man. " Fm very cross, and I want sweet- 
 ening. Give me plenty of cream. Daffy. 
 Cream may soothe me a little. Did you 
 marry to order. Daffy ? " 
 
 ''Marry to order!" screamed Mrs Daffer. 
 " Bless the boy, no ! What do you 
 mean ? " 
 
 " You did, sir, I conclude ? " said Noel. 
 
 " No, I didn't," returned the Bishop, with 
 a smile. " I saw my wife by accident, and 
 I loved her. I wooed her, and I won her, 
 and I loved her to the end. It is exceed- 
 ingly inartistic to marry without love. I 
 couldn't have done it." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 61 
 
 " Oh!" ejaculated Noel. 
 Marriage is a joining/' said the Bishop. 
 ''If the two who are joined dont love each 
 other, the joining will not be exact. And 
 an inexact joining is inartistic." 
 
 " Oh ! " said Noel again. 
 
 ''What are you saying oh for, Noel?" 
 demanded Mrs DafFer. " The Bishop hasn't 
 said anything unusual. His sentiments are 
 no secrets. Of course no one knows what 
 he really thinks : not but what every one 
 knows he holds certain views on certain 
 subjects. Though, to be sure, no one ever 
 has arrived at the bottom of some of his 
 odd notions." 
 
 " Just so. Daffy," said Noel. " He holds 
 certain views on certain subjects, and nobody 
 knows what he thinks. But one can guess 
 people's real thoughts by their actions. / 
 know what the Bishop really thinks about 
 certain things." 
 
 " No, my boy, you don't," said the Bishop. 
 
62 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''You have misunderstood me entirely. I sug- 
 gested to you to do an artistic thing. You 
 find you can't accomplish my artistic end with- 
 out employing inartistic means. Well and 
 good. You must leave it alone. I resigned 
 my bishopric for the same reason. I found the 
 means by which I was expected to lead the 
 wwld to righteousness were inartistic. I don't 
 expect you to be less fastidious than I was." 
 
 " Why on earth do you talk in parables, 
 cousin ? '' exclaimed Mrs Daffer. '' I do be- 
 lieve you want poor Noel to marry some one 
 horrid. Not but what ladies never are horrid. 
 But some girls are highly objectionable, and 
 you ought to know it. Don't you be urged 
 into any marriage you don't like, Noel. Not 
 but what you ought to marry, though, of 
 course, no man ought to marry unless he likes. 
 You consult me, my dear. Women know more 
 about wives than men do. Though, to be 
 sure, men know best what sort of women 
 they like for their wives ! " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 63 
 
 ''Anyhow, it's an affair that every man 
 must manage for himself/' said Noel. " It's 
 not a matter that bears dictation." 
 
 '' Quite so/' assented the Bishop. " But 
 you know the proverb, ' There are no eggs in 
 the basket if they are not put there.' No 
 man can expect his suggestion to be acted 
 upon, or his pet scheme carried out, if he 
 never makes the suggestion, and never an- 
 nounces the scheme. My dearest Daffy, are 
 you going ? " 
 
 " Yes, I am," returned the old lady. " To 
 speak plainly, I don't like enigmas. Not but 
 what dark sayings may sound very pretty, 
 but I prefer to understand." 
 
 So saying, she departed. 
 
 Then Noel opened the discussion. 
 
 " I've been thinking of what you said about 
 Miss Goldmount the other day, sir," he com- 
 menced. " It has troubled me." 
 
 " I know it has," returned the Bishop. " I 
 have remarked it, and I am sorry. I never 
 
64 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 meant to vex you, my dear boy. I fancied 
 that your romantic nature would have seen 
 the case as I see it. But if that can't be, 
 never mind. I remove my embargo. Fall 
 in love as soon as you like. I wish to see 
 you married." 
 
 "But it will disappoint you if I don't 
 marry — or, at least, try to marry — Miss 
 Goldmount," said Noel. 
 
 Certainly I had wished it. But that 
 is of minor importance. Your happiness, 
 Noel, is of course my paramout consider- 
 ation." 
 
 " It concerns me greatly that I can't at 
 once fall in with your views, sir." 
 
 " Nay, don't be concerned, my boy. The 
 sentiment that appeals to me doesn't appeal 
 to you. But there's no harm in that. I 
 am 1. You are you. Absolute similarity 
 is inartistic." 
 
 ''How do you know that Miss Goldmount 
 is unmarried, sir ? " asked Noel. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 65 
 
 " Because I read the papers very carefully. 
 It is not likely that a notice of her marriage 
 would have escaped me." 
 
 " But it may not have been announced, sir." 
 Possibly. But Miss Goldmount is in 
 that station of life in which the marriage 
 announcement is considered almost as im- 
 portant as the wedding-ring." 
 
 Noel paused. 
 
 " At all events, I should be grateful if you 
 could find Miss Goldmount," said the Bishop. 
 " I wish to know her." 
 
 Well, at any rate I will try and do that," 
 said Noel. 
 
 ''Thank you, my dear boy." 
 
 " And, of course, if you wish it, sir, I can 
 try and like her." 
 
 " You could." 
 
 ''But you must understand that I am not 
 likely to like her." 
 "Why not?" 
 
 " I have an instinctive aversion to her, sir. 
 
 VOL. L B 
 
66 THEREBY. 
 
 Didn't our ancestors fight a duel, in which 
 one of them fell ? " 
 
 " Instinctive aversions are not always to 
 be trusted, Noel. They are not always ar- 
 tistic. Sometimes they spring from obstinacy 
 or from self-will." 
 
 Noel thought of the psychological bond in 
 which he believed, but he did not refer to it. 
 
 " The feeling would most likely be mutual," 
 he said. " Probably Miss Goldmount would 
 refuse me, even if I were to make her an 
 oflfer." 
 
 " She probably would. Rich and hand- 
 some young men never find it easy to provide 
 themselves with wives." 
 
 ''You are pleased to be sarcastic, sir. But 
 Miss Goldmount may not be mercenary. 
 And as to my appearance — my Sydney 
 friend told me candidly that she thought all 
 fair men ugly." 
 
 Did she, indeed ? Well, no doubt Daphne 
 fled from Apollo." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 67 
 
 Then my humour mightn't suit her, sir. 
 I have been found fault with both for over- 
 gravity and over-gaiety." 
 
 My poor boy, you will find it hard to 
 secure a wife," said the Bishop, smiling. I 
 foresaw your modesty, and I endeavoured to 
 help you. You had better adopt my sug- 
 gestion." 
 
 " No, thank you, sir," said Noel, firmly. 
 " I can find a wife for myself." 
 
 Plain and tiresome as you are, then, 
 you think you can win some woman's afi'ec- 
 tions ? " 
 
 " I hope I'm not conceited, sir ; but I 
 must say ' Yes.' " 
 The Bishop laughed. 
 
 "My dear boy, you are excellent com- 
 pany," he said. You appear to despise your 
 outward man, and your heavy purse, and 
 your varied conversation. Pray, on what 
 do you rely to make yourself acceptable to 
 some lady?" 
 
G8 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''I rely on the existence of the psy- 
 chological bond that I believe in/' replied 
 Noel. 
 
 But I thought you said that that bond 
 existed between every man and woman who 
 take pleasure in each other s society ? '' 
 
 ''So I did, sir. And so it does. But 
 there are many friendships and only one love." 
 
 " And how do you know this love, Noel ? " 
 
 " I can't explain, sir. It hasn't shown 
 itself to me yet. But I shall know it, and 
 I shan't marry without it. That is why I 
 can't promise to do as you wish about Miss 
 Goldmount." 
 
 "Your ideas are artistic, Noel." 
 
 ''I think they are vital, sir. There is a 
 psychological attraction that draws people 
 together, and there is a psychological re- 
 sistance that repels them. My being able 
 to please you in the matter of Miss Gold- 
 mount depends on this. If we are attracted 
 to each other, I shan't try to resist. If 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 69 
 
 our natures are antagonistic, it would be 
 useless for me to try and force a liking." 
 
 " It would ; and I don't ask it. You have 
 promised to look for the lady, and I am satis- 
 fied. When do you go to town ? 
 
 "If you and Daffy don't mind, I should 
 like to go soon," said the young man. I 
 seem to have a great deal before me. As 
 to the College of Research, I am building it 
 already in my heart." 
 
 ''You had better go on Monday," said the 
 Bishop. " It will be the 1st of May, and 
 you will find every one in town. Amongst 
 others, go and call on Mrs Vaynshaw. She 
 lives now in Berkeley Square and entertains. 
 She and her brother. Sir Jessamy Gerramy, 
 are silly persons, but they know all the 
 most charming people in London. And Dr 
 Gabriel — the most celebrated of physicians 
 — is their half-brother." 
 
70 
 
 CHAPTEE IV. 
 
 Noel obeyed the Bishop's injunction. He 
 left his card in Berkeley Square the day 
 after he arrived in London. That night a 
 card of invitation reached him. Mrs Vayn- 
 shaw was at home on the following evening. 
 Noel had seen his old friend, Eufus Eawley, 
 that afternoon, and the latter had asked 
 him to dinner the next day. 
 
 " I can't say to-night," Eawley had said. 
 " We are dining out ourselves. We are 
 going to-morrow to — to a house in Berke- 
 ley Square, the Vaynshaws — but we needn't 
 go till later." 
 
 I can go with them," Noel said to 
 himself. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 71 
 
 He had already plunged into business, 
 and he was ready to enter into amusement 
 as well. The gaiety, for which he had been 
 reprimanded, was as much an inherent part 
 of his nature as the gravity, on account of 
 which he had not escaped censure. He was 
 social, easily pleased, full of wide interests, 
 sympathetic. He liked men and women. 
 He enjoyed conversation. And he could 
 balance work and play. He could occupy 
 himself all day on the composition of a stir- 
 ring pamphlet, and then go to a ball and 
 dance as if he had been born dancing. He 
 could discuss practically the driest details 
 of buying and building, of founding and 
 endowing, and then join delightedly in the 
 badinages of society. In short, he could 
 enjoy life without forgetting the great end 
 for which he lived. 
 
 Dr Eufus Eawley was a small man, with 
 a beautiful complexion, an oval face, and 
 anxious eyes. He was painstaking ; but he 
 
72 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 was not clever. His sister was wont to say- 
 that if she had had her brother's dazzling 
 skin, she could have subjugated the world. 
 
 " I have all the talent and he all the 
 beauty/' she would say. " It's a great 
 shame. Nature has been unfair and very 
 stupid." 
 
 Fay Eawley was, indeed, a plain girl. 
 Her figure was angular. Her hair was dull. 
 Her colouring was thick. Her eyes were 
 small, and her features were irregular. 
 
 ''My dear, you have good hands and feet," 
 her brother would say. ''I am very short ; 
 and I assure you a not very pretty woman 
 with pretty hands and feet is less handi- 
 capped in the race of life than a handsome 
 man who hasn't height." 
 
 But Fay always treated such remarks as 
 these scornfully. 
 
 '' Men know nothing about the griefs of 
 plain women," she would say. ''Don't try 
 and comfort me. I am a blighted being. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 73 
 
 Other women just tolerate a plain woman. 
 Men cant even do that." 
 
 "But you are very popular," Eawley 
 would argue. 
 
 From pity," she would return. Luckily 
 all my acquaintances are well bred, and they 
 don't speak of my ugliness before my face. 
 Besides, I amuse them. I am, of course, 
 witty. But it's weary work. Never you 
 try to keep a plain woman alive, Rufus," she 
 exclaimed, one day. If you do, and if I 
 know it, ril poison you!" 
 
 With which threat Eawley had been greatly 
 shocked. 
 
 Nevertheless, Fay was exceedingly happy. 
 Whether from pity, or for the sake of being 
 amused, all men and women liked her, and 
 courted her society. She had many friends, 
 and she received much attention. 
 
 "But I want devotion, not popularity," 
 she would say. I am a woman, and I want 
 lovers." 
 
74 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 She received her brothers friend in a 
 drawing-room, whose walls were painted red, 
 and whose furnishings were of the same hue. 
 
 A red glow suits me," Miss Eawley often 
 said. 
 
 She had never seen Noel before. In the 
 days when Noel and Eawley had become 
 friends. Fay had been living in a distant 
 county with her mother. Mrs Eawley was 
 now dead, and the brother and sister made 
 their home together. 
 
 " I hope you think Eufus looks well," said 
 Fay, as Noel took her down to dinner. Fve 
 had the charge of him for two years now, and 
 Fve done my best. But he will fuss. He 
 never ought to have been a doctor. If a 
 child cuts its finger, he goes to sleep and 
 dreams of lock-jaw. If an old gentleman 
 has an apoplectic fit, he worries as if he didn't 
 know the days of man are threescore years 
 and ten. Isn't it a pity ? Isn't it foolish ? 
 I want him to marry, Dr Triamond, and Fve 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 75 
 
 suggested lots of ladies to him, but no one 
 will suit my lord. Are you listening, 
 Eufus?" 
 
 Yes, my dear," replied her brother, help- 
 ing the soup, " and I wish to put you right. 
 My lord, as you so facetiously call me, suits 
 none of the ladies." 
 
 Dear modest boy ! " cried Fay. Dr Tria- 
 mond, do encourage him ! Do tell him he 
 could cut you out in a moment ! " 
 
 " Of course he could," said Noel, cheer- 
 fully. " Just at present, however, he can't 
 try. The lady doesn't exist." 
 
 What a lucky fellow you are, Triamond !" 
 sighed Eawley. 
 
 Why? "inquired Noel. 
 
 Because you aren't in love," replied Eaw- 
 ley. Take my advice, and keep out of it. 
 It's the w^orst disease man is heir to." 
 
 Do you think so, seriously ? " said Noel. 
 " Yes, I do," replied the other. " It is so 
 absolutely unhinging to the mind, that it 
 
76 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 upsets every organ of the body. It is a bad 
 condition that swallows up every good con- 
 dition. Like war, it is an unmitigated evil." 
 
 Noel smiled. Fay laughed. 
 
 " Dr Triamond/' she said, in a distinct 
 whisper. ''Poor Rufus is in love." 
 
 So I should infer/' said Noel. " Cheer 
 up, Rawley ! I think love is a blessing. It 
 idealises necessity. Press your suit, my dear 
 fellow ! Isn't there any hope for him. Miss 
 Eawley !" 
 
 '' None," replied the sister, composedly. 
 
 That is, none in the quarter in which he 
 persists in looking. But he might turn his 
 thoughts elsewhere. This isn't Paradise, with 
 only one Eve. People must take what they 
 can get. No one ever gets what he wants. 
 I don't, for one. I want to be exquisitely 
 lovely. But as that's impossible, I content 
 myself with genius. You didn't know I was 
 a genius, I daresay, Dr Triamond ? " 
 
 " I'm very glad to hear it," said Noel. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 77 
 
 " Might I ask how your genius is speci- 
 fied?" 
 
 " You sarcastic creature ! said Fay. You 
 are a genius yourself. Eufus says you are 
 going to make the whole world quite well. 
 But beware ! You will make an enemy of 
 the whole medical profession, to begin with ; 
 and secondly, you will destroy the happiness 
 of thousands of old ladies and gentlemen, who 
 have no interest in life but the doctor's visit. 
 Make them well, and they'd die of ennui. 
 Make the really ill people well, and the doc- 
 tors will die of starvation. Great geniuses 
 never see the practical little stumbling-blocks 
 in their way. You asked how my genius 
 specified itself. Well, it enables me to show 
 great geniuses their weak spots.'' 
 
 ''You are exceedingly kind," said Noel. 
 "But let me explain. I don't contemplate 
 curing the world at one blow. Your old 
 ladies and gentlemen and their medical 
 advisers may go on enjoying themselves 
 
78 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 in their own way, as long as they like. 
 All I want to do is to exterminate the race 
 of hypochondriacs. I want to make people 
 see that the existence of disease is a dis- 
 grace." 
 
 " Then you must begin with love/' said 
 Eawley. I tell you, it stands at the head 
 and front of disease." 
 
 ''Nay, I won't give in to that!" cried 
 Noel. " Love isn't a disease at all. It is 
 a sympathy, and it vitalises." 
 
 "It is a passion, and it hurts," said 
 Eawley. 
 
 " Eufus has had great experience," ob- 
 served Fay. " He fell terribly in love with 
 my governess, when he was sixteen and she 
 was six-and-forty ; and he's never been out 
 of love for more than a week since. What 
 odd creatures you men are, Dr Triamond ! 
 You are always in love. We never are." 
 
 " We aren't always in love. Miss Eawley," 
 said Noel. At least, I assure you, I'm not." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 79 
 
 " But you have been ever since you saw 
 me," cried she. " Now, confess ! You needn't 
 be afraid. I fall in love with no one." 
 
 Her humour was quaint and daring ; but 
 there was a sweetness about her eccentricity 
 which made it very winning. Noel bowed, 
 with his hand upon his heart. 
 
 Cela va sans dire^^^ he said. 
 
 Thank you," returned Fay. ''You needn't 
 go any further, Dr Triamond; youVe done 
 me a service. Now I can always say that 
 the biggest doctor in London fell in love 
 with me at first sight. A thousand thanks ! " 
 
 Fay, what nonsense you talk ! " exclaimed 
 her brother. " Dr Triamond will think you 
 are mad." 
 
 " Oh no, he won t ! He's far too clever," 
 said Fay. " Eufus is always apologising 
 for me, Dr Triamond. It's a fraternal way 
 he has ; but it means nothing. Now I'll 
 tell you what my genius really consists in : 
 it's in being able to be happy. All my 
 
80 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 circumstances are adverse to happiness. Fm 
 a miserable girl, without looks, or money, or 
 pedigree ; yet I contrive to be happier than 
 any other girls I know — except, perhaps, 
 the Vaynshaws. You know them, don't 
 you?'' 
 
 I hope to make their acquaintance this 
 evening," said Noel. 
 
 ''Well, they are really happy," continued 
 Fay. " They are pretty and rich, and their 
 mother idolises them, and they have lovers ; 
 but I don't know any other girls who are 
 happy; even Clemency Damian isn't. Of 
 course you know Miss Damian ? " 
 
 ''No. Who is she?" 
 
 " She is simply the most charming woman 
 in the universe, and she makes every one 
 happy who comes near her. She is the 
 only person who dares contradict Mr Item ; 
 and hers is the only house Dr Gabriel 
 visits." 
 
 " Miss Damian is deservedly very popular. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 81 
 
 She is intelligent and amiable," said Eawley, 
 primly. 
 
 She is simply an angel ! " cried Fay. 
 " Intelligent and amiable ! You might as 
 well say the ocean was nice and pretty ! 
 For shame, Eufus ! However, your faint 
 praise has betrayed you : hasn't it, Dr 
 Triamond ? " 
 
 Well, I don't care if it has," said Eaw- 
 ley. Tm not ashamed of — of " 
 
 " He's not ashamed of having tried to 
 shoot an arrow into the sun," said Fay. 
 
 Many men have tried, and all have failed. 
 My Clemency is impervious." 
 '^Why?" asked Noel. 
 
 Why ! " echoed Fay, with scorn. If 
 I were blind, and you spoke falsetto, I 
 should know that was a masculine ques- 
 tion, Dr Triamond. I wonder if anything 
 will ever cure you men of your conceit. 
 You all seem to think that the end of a 
 woman's life is necessarily marriage, and 
 
 VOL. I. F 
 
82 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 that there must be an occult reason for it, 
 if any one of us remains single. Not a bit 
 of it ! We like receiving tribute. We don't 
 care about paying it." 
 
 Yet you nearly all of you marry at last/' 
 remarked her brother. 
 
 Yes — as a duty/' said she. 
 Both men laughed. 
 
 " But it isn't quite that. Miss Eawley/' 
 said Noel. "You yield at last out of a 
 psychological necessity, which is called love. 
 It is the spiritual attraction of each to each 
 — irresistible, imperative, inevitable." 
 
 " You are very romantic," said Fay, 
 gravely. 
 
 " You are much too romantic, Triamond," 
 said Eawley. Better regard love as I do. 
 When you introduce the idea of psycho- 
 logical necessity, you let in a great deal 
 of mischief. Besides, your idea won't stand. 
 I am attracted, and she isn't. What becomes 
 of your theory ? " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 83 
 
 It remains/' replied Noel. "It is you 
 who are mistaken. You mistook a one- 
 sided admiration for a mutual attraction.'' 
 
 " You wretched metaphysician ! " cried 
 Eawley. " If love isn't admiration, I should 
 like to know what it is." 
 
 " A psychological attraction," repeated 
 Noel, smiling. 
 
 Now this is nonsense," said Fay. Love 
 is just love, and it can't be explained. It 
 springs up out of contiguity and circum- 
 stance, just because no one else is there. 
 When people begin arguing as to what 
 love is, Dr Triamond, I always think they 
 don't know much about it." 
 
 " Then tell us what you know. Miss Eaw- 
 ley," said Noel, with good-humour. 
 
 " I shall do nothing of the sort," she re- 
 torted. I told you just now that women 
 don't love. They marry from a sense of 
 duty. They know men can't carry on their 
 business unless they are happy, and they 
 
84 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 cant be happy unless they are married. 
 But love is altogether a man's province. 
 Women accept it. They don't give it." 
 
 ''How about Juliet?" asked Noel. 
 
 ''I was going to tell you about Miss 
 Damian/' proceeded Fay, disregarding. ''You 
 will see her to-night, and you must be intro- 
 duced to her. You will like her." 
 
 " I was going to ask why Miss Damian 
 isn't happy," said Noel. 
 
 " Oh, I don't know," replied Fay. " She 
 never says she isn't happy. But we — her 
 friends — suspect that she isn't. She lives 
 with a delightful Miss Kenyard, who was 
 once her governess, and she has plenty of 
 money and a charming house in Kensing- 
 ton, overlooking Holland Park ; and she is 
 useful and popular, and very, very beautiful. 
 But sometimes she looks sad, and she never 
 says why." 
 
 "Is she an orphan?" 
 
 " Yes ; she was brought up by a grand- 
 
THEREBY. 85 
 
 father, who died about ten years ago. Now 
 she has a guardian — a Colonel Fines. She 
 has everything she wants. But with all her 
 advantages, I feel she isn't as happy as I am." 
 I suppose she is quite young/' said Noel. 
 
 " Well, she is nearly five - and - twenty. 
 She isn't to come of age till she's five-and- 
 twenty. Perhaps that's what frets her. She 
 isn't very fond of her guardian. Eufus says 
 he's not as meek as he looks." 
 
 ''He's a wolf in sheep's clothing," said 
 Rawley. "But it isn't his fault that Miss 
 Damian isn't happy. She'll be of age soon, 
 and then she'll be free of him. But she's a 
 person with a theory, and that's what frets 
 her. She wants people to make the most of 
 existence, and she is trying to circumvent 
 the wretchedness of life. Her theory is the 
 same as yours ; only she employs different 
 means." 
 
 ''And what are her means?" inquired 
 Noel, with great interest. 
 
86 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Special occupation/' said Fay. She en- 
 joins upon every one to adopt some pursuit 
 which will give a particular interest to that 
 person's life. Of course she preaches par- 
 ticularly to women. Men generally have 
 some sort of business. But she says most 
 women have leisure, and many of them have 
 nothing of interest to fill it. I can't say I 
 ever found this. I have more to do every 
 day than I know how to get through. But 
 many women can't read, and I suppose that 
 makes a difference. I know six living lan- 
 guages and three dead ones, and I can read 
 them all like the alphabet, and write and 
 talk them pretty well. You didn't know I 
 was a blue, Dr Triamond, did you? Well, 
 you see, a blue isn't such a very dreadful 
 thing ! And I'll tell you a secret. I'd 
 sooner talk nonsense to the silliest young 
 man in the world — like Rufus's friend, Mr 
 Ascot, for instance — than read Aristophanes 
 with the whole University of Oxford ! " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 87 
 
 Fay, Fay, you distract me ! " said her 
 brother, in a distressed tone. Dr Triamond 
 is scandalised." 
 
 No, he isn't ! " cried Fay, delightedly. 
 Tm a better physiognomist than you are, 
 Rufus. Dr Triamond is immensely struck 
 with me. He's in love with me, you know." 
 
 My dear girl ! " expostulated Eawley. 
 "My dear Eawley, I'm enchanted," said 
 Noel, laughing. 
 
 There, I told you so ! " said Fay. " You 
 ought to be very proud of me, Rufus, in- 
 stead of wishing to model me into an ordi- 
 nary Mary or Edith. I tell you no Mary 
 or Edith would have made Dr Triamond 
 Ksay he was in love with them. I can do a 
 great many things, and you can't alter me. 
 Now I'm going. Don't forget we have to 
 go to Mrs Vaynshaw's at half-past nine." 
 
88 
 
 CHAPTEE V. 
 
 Mrs Vaynshaw's drawing-room was thronged. 
 Her company was heterogeneous. She knew 
 every one, because she was rich, and every 
 one liked her, because she was good-natured. 
 Frivolous people frequented her house, be- 
 cause she encouraged harmless frivolities. 
 Wise people congregated there, because her 
 half-brother, Dr Gabriel, was invariably to 
 be found at her reunions, and was seldom 
 to be met anywhere else. 
 
 The two pretty Miss Vaynshaws were in 
 creamy white. , 
 
 " Baby, have you spoken to G.? " whispered 
 the younger in her sister's ear. 
 
 Yes, I have, Totty," replied the other. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 89 
 
 What fun ! How angry Fay will be ! " 
 " Indeed shell be delighted/' said Baby. 
 " And so will poor Aunt Ascot — that is, if it 
 comes to anything. I know she'd like G. to 
 marry." 
 
 " What did you say to him, Baby 
 dear ? " 
 
 ^' Oh, I said I knew Fay liked him very 
 much. And I hinted I could say more, if I 
 chose to be mean to another girl.'' 
 
 " Oh, Baby ! And what did G. say ? " 
 
 " Oh, he just grinned. But I thought he 
 seemed pleased. He's getting rather tired 
 of hanging round Clemency. Now there is 
 a possibility of Fay accepting him." 
 
 " Oh, Baby, fancy any one accepting 
 G. !" 
 
 They both laughed. 
 
 " Fay may," said Baby. " She is his only 
 hope. I thought, as a cousin, I ought to 
 make the attempt." 
 
 "Oh, Baby, there's Mr Greatly!" cried 
 
90 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Totty. He told me he didn't think he 
 should be able to come." 
 
 Oh, Totty darling, did you believe 
 him ? " said the elder sister. Ah, Mr Beau- 
 fort, is that you ? " 
 
 And the sisters separated. 
 Who is dear Angelina talking to, Sir 
 Jessamy ? " inquired a lady in grey satin 
 of Mrs Vaynshaw's brother. I don t know 
 him. What a fine man ! " 
 
 Sir Jessamy Gerramy looked towards the 
 door. The Eawleys and Noel had just 
 entered. 
 
 ''My dear Mrs Love, I really can't tell 
 you," he said. " But I can guess. I think 
 it must be Dr Triamond." 
 
 " What a striking-looking person ! " re- 
 marked the lady. 
 
 " He is going to set the Thames on fire, 
 my dear friend," said Sir Jessamy, fretfully. 
 '' I don't like those sort of men. They dis- 
 turb one's peace." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 91 
 
 What is he going to do ? " asked Mrs 
 Love. 
 
 " Heaven only knows ! " sighed Sir Jessa- 
 my. " Rumour says he is going to cleanse 
 the Augean stables. It s very stupid of him, 
 and hell die prematurely. It's such a mis- 
 take to have a hobby. People should just 
 live — gently and quietly." 
 
 Some people can't," said . Mrs Love. 
 " Look at Angelina ! " 
 
 " Yes, poor Angelina is killing herself," 
 said Sir Jessamy. It grieves me terribly. 
 She oughtn't to have married. She has 
 fidgeted about ever since she married, and 
 it's a marvel she isn't thinner. Besides, it 
 was inconsiderate to me. I try not to feel 
 aggrieved, but I can't help being rather 
 vexed ; and worry is so bad for me." 
 
 ''You are so full of feeling," said Mrs 
 Love, with sympathy. 
 
 " That is the worst of it," said Sir Jessamy. 
 "Feeling is what makes life a frightful 
 
92 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 slavery. People ought to be evolved some- 
 how — without parents, or brothers and sisters. 
 We ought to be hermits. The affections are 
 so harassing. It is most distressing to be 
 such an affectionate man as I am. Family 
 affection will shorten my days — I know it 
 will." 
 
 Mrs Love sighed. 
 I don't know that I should quite like to 
 be a hermit," she said, softly. 
 
 " It would be better for you, my dear 
 friend," said Sir Jessamy. As a hermit, 
 you couldn't perturb yourself about other 
 people. You would have a right to be self- 
 ish, and selfishness is the only peace-giver. 
 Look at poor John — the most unselfish crea- 
 ture breathing ! — always doing good — always 
 bothering over some one ! And in conse- 
 quence, he looks sixty ! " 
 
 " But he is a doctor," expostulated the 
 lady. 
 
 Sir Jessamy raised his shoulders slightly. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 93 
 
 That s where I quarrel with him," he 
 said. He ought to have done nothing and 
 lived easily, as I do. Besides, doctors are 
 the most reprehensible of men, and they 
 ought to be made illegal. They invent dis- 
 eases for the sake of curing them, and they 
 save the most unhealthy little babies, just to 
 provide patients for future generations of 
 rogues. Sickly children ought to die. If 
 Parliament wasn't so noisy and harassing, 
 rd go into it, just to bring forward a Bill 
 for the suppression of doctors and the exter- 
 mination of unhealthy babies.'' 
 
 You quite shock me. Sir Jessamy," said 
 Mrs Love. 
 
 But she was not greatly shocked. Sir 
 Jessamys sentiments were not new to 
 her. 
 
 "Who is that very tall man you were 
 shaking hands with just now, Mr Greatly ? " 
 asked Totty Vaynshaw. " I think he must 
 be Dr Triamond, or I should know him." 
 
94 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 "Yes. That is Noel Triamond/' replied 
 the young man. ''He is a visionary, Miss 
 Totty.'' 
 
 *' A visionary ! " repeated Totty. 
 
 "Yes, a visionary/' reiterated Greatly. 
 He is setting up to do the impossible. Did 
 you see his paper in the ' Sanitas ' ? But of 
 course you didn't. Neither did I. I never 
 read the ' Sanitas.' I know quite enough for 
 ordinary things, and when my patients get 
 beyond me, I send them up to your uncle. 
 You see a man in my position hasn't time to 
 study new inventions. When I come home, 
 I want recreation. I can't spend my time in 
 poring over new theories." 
 
 " Of course not," said Totty. 
 
 " But I heard of Triamond's paper, of 
 course. And now I understand he's going to 
 write a book on the same subject." 
 What is the subject, Mr Greatly ? " 
 
 "Not at all a nice subject. Miss Totty. 
 The eradication of disease." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 95 
 
 " I wonder a nice-looking man like that 
 should think of such a thing/' said Totty, 
 with a face of disgust. 
 
 So do I," acquiesced Greatly. ''And its 
 awfully mean of a rich man like Triamond 
 to do it. If he eradicates disease, hell simply 
 ruin me. And just as Fm getting such a nice 
 little practice, too ! " 
 
 '' It would be a pity,'' said Totty. 
 
 ' ' Oh, indeed it would ! " cried the young 
 man, earnestly. And when so much de- 
 pends on it, too! Why, that's why I left 
 the other place. No one was ever ill. But 
 at Claybrook it's quite another story. Every 
 one has rheumatism. It's delightful." 
 
 " I suppose it is," said Totty. But I 
 can't help being a little sorry for the people 
 who have rheumatism." 
 
 Oh, they don't mind," said Greatly, cheer- 
 fully. ''In fact. Miss Totty, they like it. 
 They must — or they wouldn't go on living 
 on a clay soil, and wearing thin shoes, and 
 
96 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 sitting on the grass. I believe some people 
 enjoy pain ! " 
 
 '^Do you?^' said Totty. 
 
 " Well, it looks like it, or they wouldn't 
 systematically do everything I tell them not 
 to do/' returned he. I always tell them 
 the truth, and they always say, ' Oh, we can't 
 do that / ' So I say it's awfully bad form of 
 Triamond to try and deprive them of their 
 enjoyments. If they like to be ill, and their 
 illness supports me, it's hard lines that a rich 
 enthusiast should interfere. Especially when 
 so much hangs on my getting on," he added. 
 
 He looked at Totty meaningly, and she 
 blushed. Then the two young people laughed. 
 Eheumatism was but a joke to them. 
 
 " I'm exceedingly glad to see you, Dr Tria- 
 mond," Mrs Vaynshaw was saying in another 
 part of the room. Indeed I'm very, very 
 glad to see you ! I used to know your grand- 
 father — the old Bishop, you know ! I lived 
 near Bishop's Court when I was a girl ; and 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 97 
 
 he's the dearest old darling ! Don't you 
 think so ? And Mrs DafFer ! — quite a speci- 
 men. I must introduce you to my daughters 
 presently. I don't see either of them just 
 now. My eldest was married last year, and 
 her husband has taken her out to India. 
 Such a disappointment to me ; especially un- 
 der existing circumstances, when a mother's 
 place is naturally at her daughter's side ! 
 But I couldn't help it. I cried, and so did 
 she ; but I couldn't refuse my consent. Be- 
 sides, Harry is the most outrageous fellow, 
 and he'd have carried her off! and I am sure 
 he's good to her, he's such a nice dear crea- 
 ture. Harry Smith is his name, and he has 
 a good appointment. I couldn't stop it, with 
 Missy crying her eyes out. But it's very 
 trying. I expect a telegram every moment. 
 Daughters are a sad anxiety, Dr Triamond. 
 But of course you can't enter into a mother's 
 feelings ; you don't know how I long to be 
 with my poor darling. I never thought of 
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98 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 such a thing happening so far off. Such a 
 trial to all parties ! " 
 
 " I hope Mrs Smith likes India/' Noel 
 contrived to say. I enjoyed being there 
 very much." 
 
 Have you been to India ? " cried the 
 mother. That is delightful ! Did you 
 meet my Missy ? You'd know her directly 
 from her likeness to me." 
 
 ^' Indeed I hadn't that pleasure/' returned 
 Noel. I was only in India a few weeks, 
 and I was travelling most of the time." 
 
 " What a pity ! " sighed Mrs Vaynshaw. 
 
 You would have liked her so much ; and 
 dear Harry, too ! They are quite an ideal 
 couple — just three years between them, and 
 six inches ! Dear Missy writes every week ; 
 otherwise I couldn't endure the separation — 
 especially just now. I did think of having 
 her home. But I didn't know how she could 
 encounter the voyage all by herself. And 
 perhaps it's almost more natural she should 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 99 
 
 be with her own husband. A man is a 
 woman's husband, you know. And he might 
 have objected. He's a very determined per- 
 son. So I said nothing. But I shed a great 
 many tears over it. I'm resolved Baby and 
 Totty shan't leave England. Now, Dr Tria- 
 mond, I'm boring you. I bore everybody. 
 Come and let me introduce you to my brother, 
 Dr Gabriel. You've heard of him, I daresay 
 — the greatest authority ! You won't meet 
 him anywhere else. He never goes out — 
 only to me and Miss Damian. A widower, 
 you know, and quite inconsolable, though it 
 happened more than twenty years ago. So 
 sad ! I can't bear to think of widowers. 
 John, let me introduce Dr Triamond to you." 
 
 Noel found himself launched into the midst 
 of a group of people in earnest conversation. 
 A gentleman, with a fine head and an expres- 
 sive countenance, was seated on a couch by 
 the side of a lady. Two gentlemen stood 
 before them. The lady was young and 
 
100 
 
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 extremely beautiful. The three men were 
 middle-aged. Dr Gabriel rose from the sofa 
 and extended his hand. 
 
 Tm glad to see you, sir/' he said, cordially. 
 Tm afraid Fve interrupted an interesting 
 discussion/' said Noel. 
 
 He looked at the lady. But she did not 
 speak. Her mien was pensive. 
 
 " Not at all/' said Dr Gabriel. " We were 
 only moving round the vexed question as to 
 the worth or worthlessness of life. We are 
 all inclined to think it must be worth some- 
 thing, hard and sad as it mostly seems and 
 is. The point at issue is — how to make life 
 universally worth a great deal. I am a pessi- 
 mist ; and though I believe life is worth the 
 having — or Nature, the omniscient, would 
 never have evolved it — I don't believe its 
 value is to the individual, but only to the 
 mass. Our friend, Mr Paradine, however, 
 thinks that it has an individual value, which 
 is to be found in religion ; and our friend. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 101 
 
 Mr Item, thinks the same, and deems that 
 life can be made blessed by law ; and Miss 
 Damian advocates perpetual employment for 
 the same reason. Give us your idea, Dr 
 Triamond. The ' Sanitas ' has heralded you 
 as a man of ideas." 
 
 Noel looked with increased interest at the 
 lady by Dr Gabriels side. This, then, was 
 Clemency Damian. 
 
 ''You know what I think, sir?" said he. 
 " I consider that life is intrinsically good. 
 Disease is the only factor that can perma- 
 nently decrease its value. With perfect 
 health, men ought to become strangers to 
 the condition of unhappiness. They must 
 experience griefs ; but misery would cease 
 to exist." 
 
 " And you expect to extirpate disease ? " 
 said Dr Gabriel. 
 
 " I expect that ultimately the knowledge 
 of man will extirpate it," returned Noel. 
 
 " I hear you are going to give us a fine 
 
102 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 place to play with disease in," observed Dr 
 Gabriel. 
 
 " I am going to give you a place where I 
 hope you will destroy man's worst foe/' said 
 Noel. 
 
 You are a Croesus, Dr Triamond ; but 
 you will beggar yourself/' said Dr Gabriel. 
 
 I don't care, sir. I look upon life as a 
 magnificent intention frustrated. I am pre- 
 pared to beggar myself in the endeavour to 
 restore its beauty and its purity." 
 
 " You will make an enemy of your profes- 
 sion, Dr Triamond. We shall all rise up and 
 slay you. If you are weak, we shall kill you 
 by ridicule ; if you are strong, we shall under- 
 mine you by slow and subtle poisons." 
 
 " I am prepared for that," said Noel. I 
 have hazarded an opinion, and I am ready to 
 risk its consequences." 
 
 " And you are right ! " cried Clemency. 
 
 She was unconscious that she had been 
 looking at Noel with glistening eyes. Her 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 103 
 
 sympathy was kindled. He looked at her 
 gratefully; but the other gentlemen were 
 tired of forming an audience. 
 
 Your ideas are honourable, sir," said Mr 
 Paradine. " But do you think they quite fit 
 in with the Christian Ideal ? The Christian 
 Ideal teaches us to embrace suffering, to 
 endure it patiently. Yet the Christian Ideal 
 makes life worth having. It must be worth 
 having, if we spend it in kneeling before 
 God, and in self-renunciation and minister- 
 ing to others." 
 
 ''Nonsense!" cried Mr Item. ''The 
 Christian Church is a monstrous asylum of 
 paupers and pauperisers. And as to your 
 Medical Ideal, Dr Triamond, begging your 
 pardon, it's only the wayward modern spirit 
 that must be always starting something new. 
 It's stuff and nonsense, I tell you. You re 
 all maniacs." 
 
 Mr Item was a large man, with a rubi- 
 cund face. He spoke loudly. His manner 
 
104 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 was assertive. Mr Paradine was small, aiid 
 liis voice was weak. 
 
 " Pray, pray. Item/' he said, with dep- 
 recation. 
 
 " Ideals are all humbug," proceeded Mr 
 Item. What we want are laws. We want 
 State intervention to enforce education, and 
 to insist upon decent dwellings and personal 
 cleanliness, and to afford fresh air and fresh 
 water and sufficient food — and proper doc- 
 toring," he added, glaring at Noel. The 
 Medical Ideal is a lunacy, and the Chris- 
 tian Ideal mere pauperisation." 
 
 " And pray, Mr Item, what is the Eadical 
 Ideal ? " asked Clemency. " It enforces the 
 charity that the Christian Ideal gives un- 
 grudgingly. Therefore it pauperises. You 
 can't give all the advantages you have 
 named to the million, without a great deal of 
 taxation. You tax the industrious, in fact, 
 to support the idle, and against this species 
 of taxation I shall always wage war. It's 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 105 
 
 stuff and nonsense ! " she concluded, archly. 
 
 It's a lunacy ! It's the wayward modern 
 spirit ! " 
 
 *^Miss Damian, if you weren't a lady, 
 I — I — I don't know what I shouldn't say 
 to you ! " stammered Mr Item. 
 
 ''You have often been angry with me 
 before," said Clemency, with animation. 
 " Your wrath doesn't affect my opinions in 
 the least. Far from it. It convinces me 
 that if ever we submit ourselves to a Eadical 
 Government, we shall lose our nationality. 
 Such laws as you would frame, Mr Item, 
 would turn the clever industrious people 
 into the slaves of the idle and the stupid. 
 Why does a man work hard ? To better 
 his own and his children's position. That 
 is a good aim, because it fosters self-respect. 
 Why should his earnings be taken from him, 
 to give good things to people who haven't 
 cared enough for them to work for them, and 
 who, besides, prefer dirt and degradation ? " 
 
106 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ^^Tch, tch!" cried Mr Item. "My dear 
 Miss Damian, you speak unadvisedly. How 
 can a man appreciate comforts he knows 
 nothing about ? " 
 
 " He knows about them quite well/' said 
 Clemency. "He likes to be poor, and 
 dirty, and lazy. If he didn't like it, he 
 would come out of his back streets and live 
 differently. Whenever superiority exists 
 among the masses, it always comes forth 
 and works." 
 
 " But he can t get work, Miss Damian." 
 
 " Then, Mr Item, I would rather see the 
 Christian Ideal step in than what you call 
 State intervention. Both are charity. Both 
 pauperise the receiver. But the individual 
 charity of the Christian Ideal ennobles and 
 makes glad the giver, while State charity 
 only makes the giver discontented. I don't 
 approve of alms -giving. But if alms are 
 given at all, they had better be given will- 
 ingly." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 107 
 
 Do you know, Miss Damian, you are 
 the only hard-hearted woman I know ? " said 
 Mr Item. 
 
 Then I wish they would all cultivate 
 hard-heartedness/' said Dr Gabriel. 
 
 "Thank you, Dr Gabriel. But I don't 
 mind the aspersion. I know it isn't true," 
 said Clemency. " But I will admit I am 
 hard-hearted. Well, at least, I am patriotic. 
 I think of 
 
 The bold peasantry, their country's pride," 
 
 and I shrink from the modern desire to 
 deprive them of their pride and self-depend- 
 ence. What is it, Mr Item, that makes the 
 difference between the (so-called) common 
 people and ourselves ? Merely this, — they 
 have no pride and no courage, and we have 
 both. At this moment, I know an able- 
 bodied woman, in the prime of life, wiio is 
 content to receive invalid dinner- tickets from 
 her district-visitor, rather than earn twelve 
 
108 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 shillings a-week as a temporary cook in a 
 kitchen lighted by gas." 
 
 " Quite right, too ! " exclaimed Mr Item, 
 hotly. Why should she spend her days in 
 an unwholesome atmosphere ? You wouldn't 
 like it yourself, Miss Damian ! " 
 
 " I should not/' said Clemency. " And I 
 shouldn't have counselled this woman to take 
 such a situation permanently. But she gave 
 it up at the end of three days, though she 
 has children depending on her. A lady 
 would have borne the gas in silence. A 
 lady would have died at her post sooner than 
 receive alms. But this woman preferred the 
 invalid dinners." 
 
 A lady ! I hate that aristocratic jargon.'* 
 
 ''It is not aristocratic jargon, Mr Item. 
 It is mere matter of fact. The lowest million 
 has no self-esteem. Men who have self-esteem 
 make their own laws and want no alms." 
 
 Still, every human being ought to pos- 
 sess certain necessities," said Mr Item. 
 
THEEEBY. 
 
 109 
 
 Then he ought to earn them," returned 
 Clemency, with spirit. I tell you, Mr 
 Item, your Eadical Ideal would not only 
 destroy our national pride, but it would sap 
 our national energy. Eespectable people 
 won't work hard for the benefit of vaga- 
 bonds. Overtax the thrifty to provide for 
 the thriftless, and you will paralyse the best 
 part of the State." 
 
 " Selfish, selfish ! " cried Mr Item. " We 
 ought to joy in helping our brother." 
 
 " So we do," acquiesced Clemency. But 
 we don't like to have generosity forced upon 
 us. The Christian Ideal says, — ' Let not thy 
 left hand know ivhat thy right hand doeth,' — 
 all noble-minded people agree to this maxim." 
 
 " It's no use arguing with a woman," said 
 Mr Item. 
 
 *'Nay, Mr Item," rejoined Clemency. You 
 mean that it's no good arguing wdth a person 
 whose standpoint is utterly at variance with 
 yours. You may be right and I wrong. Time 
 
110 
 
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 will prove. Please be friends with me/' she 
 added, holding out her hand. 
 
 Mr Item took it, smiling grimly. 
 
 " Indeed I only want to make life good/' 
 he said. " And you will let millions die in 
 wretchedness, because you won't tax the nar- 
 row-minded and the sordid." 
 
 Because I believe in evolution/' said Cle- 
 mency. " You can take a city by a coup de 
 main. But a coup de main won't destroy 
 the sloth and apathy of generations. Wait." 
 
 " ' The poor shall never cease out of the 
 land/ " quoted Mr Paradine. 
 
 Tch ! " growled Mr Item. " There must 
 be laws." 
 
 And he moved away. 
 
 " There is only one law — ' Do unto others 
 as you would they should do to you/ " said Mr 
 Paradine, following him. 
 
 " Now we can talk in peace," said Dr Ga- 
 briel, cheerfully. " Sit down, Dr Triamond ; 
 the belligerents have fled." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 Ill 
 
 Miss Damian, you have put poor Item 
 into such a state of perturbation/' said Sir 
 Jessamy, coming up. " You really ought to 
 be more careful. He is too stout to be put in 
 a passion. Some day he'll have an apoplectic 
 fit and die. It would upset me fearfully, if 
 such a thing were to happen in my presence. 
 And it's quite possible it might ; isn't it, 
 John? Look at him now ! He's as red as 
 fire. You really should think of these things, 
 my dear Miss Damian." 
 
 " But we were discussing a subject of vital 
 interest," said Clemency. 
 
 I dislike subjects of vital interest," said 
 Sir Jessamy. " They mean death. People 
 who go in for vital interests seldom live 
 long." 
 
 " Dr Triamond is going to make us all live 
 for ever," said Dr Gabriel, slily. That will 
 suit you, Jessamy." 
 
 Sir Jessamy bowed. 
 
 " But I don't propose to prolong life indef- 
 
112 
 
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 initely/' said Noel. I only propose to aug- 
 ment the happiness of living." 
 
 "Was it you who wrote that astounding 
 article in the ' Sanitas ? ' asked Sir Jessamy. 
 " It was copied into everything ; I saw it in 
 the ' Sybarite.' 
 
 " What did the ' Sybarite ' say about Dr 
 Triamond s article ? " inquired Clemency. 
 
 " I shouldn't like to say/' replied Sir Jessa- 
 my, shaking his head. It upsets me to hurt 
 people's feelings." 
 
 " Oh, it wont hurt my feelings," said Noel. 
 " Pray tell us ! " 
 
 But Sir Jessamy still refused. 
 
 " I'll tell you," said Dr Gabriel. " It said 
 it was an unsightly subject, and that disease 
 was a thing that didn't bear investigating or 
 thinking of ; and it added, I think, that well- 
 bred physicians never did think of it." 
 
 Clemency and Noel laughed. Sir Jessamy 
 looked grave. 
 
 Dr Triamond, you will die young, and so 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 113 
 
 will you, Miss Damian," he said, warningly. 
 " Whenever I see people beginning to take an 
 interest in the problems of life, I know they 
 are doomed. I tried it myself once. For 
 a whole half-year I bothered myself about 
 how the masses could be taught dancing. I 
 thought it would improve their figures and 
 soften their manners. But I found the wear 
 and tear of it was too great, and I gave it up. 
 It overwhelmed me, and I had no time for 
 myself ; and it is so delightful to have time 
 for one s self," he added, with pathos. " One 
 ought to be happy." 
 
 Just so," assented Clemency. I should 
 like to make every one happy." 
 " And so should I," said Noel. 
 
 You can't do it," said Sir Jessamy. 
 ^' I mean to try," said Clemency and Noel, 
 simultaneously. 
 
 You can't do it," repeated Sir Jessamy, 
 dogmatically. " You'll only die in the at- 
 tempt. You'll make the world much happier 
 
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114 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 if youll give up your crotchets. People with 
 crotchets always make other people uncom- 
 fortable." 
 
 I agree with my brother that you can't 
 do it/' said Dr Gabriel. " But you are young, 
 and you can try." 
 
 " You hear what he says/' said Sir Jessamy. 
 " It can't be done." 
 
 And he sauntered away. 
 
 " But why ? " demanded Noel. 
 
 " Because human nature is the ace of 
 trumps, and can't be played against," replied 
 Dr Gabriel, gravely. ''It is customary to 
 call unhappiness a curse and disease a curse. 
 But that is an error. They are no more 
 curses than rain and wind. They are part of 
 the pattern of an uninterpreted design. We 
 can't see the whole design, and therefore we 
 can't understand its intricacies. If we could, 
 we should see that everything in it is really 
 good and beautiful." 
 
 " Then, why do you spend your whole life, 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 115 
 
 sir, in restoring people to health ? " asked 
 Noel. 
 
 " Because that which is good in the aggre- 
 gate may be harmful to the individual, Dr 
 Triamond. I try to mitigate individual suf- 
 fering. You want to expunge suffering from 
 the whole human race." 
 
 " Because I believe that man was intended 
 to love life. And as he can t love life if he 
 is unhealthy, I hold that disease is a wrong 
 and unnecessary condition,'' said Noel. 
 
 That is the theological idea, Dr Triamond. 
 I don't believe in the fall of the human 
 race." 
 
 Neither do I, sir. But I believe in its 
 progression from a very incomplete begin- 
 ning. Surely it ascends. 
 
 ''And it will reach perfection," said Clem- 
 ency. 
 
 ''Possibly," said Dr Gabriel. "But I am 
 sceptical. The world hasn't altered materi- 
 ally since the beginning of history. Men 
 
116 
 
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 have invented and discovered, but human 
 nature remains the same. Even if you find 
 that it is possible to abolish disease qud 
 disease, you will still find that human nature 
 will go on contracting disease pretty much 
 the same as before. It is quite true what 
 you said to Item, Miss Damian. You can t 
 destroy the sloth and apathy of generations, 
 nor their carelessness and stupidity." 
 
 ''Not by a coup de main, I said," cried 
 Clemency. '' By evolution we can." 
 
 " Thank you," said Noel. 
 
 " I should like to hear more about your 
 scheme, Dr Triamond," said Dr Gabriel. 
 
 Will you come and dine with me to- 
 morrow ? " 
 
 Then he went away, and left the two 
 young people to themselves. They had been 
 strangers to each other half an hour earlier ; 
 but the same interest occupied the mind of 
 both of them. 
 
 " You will like seeing Dr Gabriel alone," 
 said Clemency. "And I am sure, notwitli- 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 117 
 
 standing his irony, he is deeply interested 
 in your scheme. He spoke to me of your 
 article months ago. It is a pity he is such a 
 pessimist. Many years ago he lost his wife 
 and child on the same day, and he has never 
 got over it. He could command all the skill 
 that London possessed, and yet they died. 
 It didn't embitter him, but it depressed him, 
 as you see." 
 
 I shall never agree with him," said Noel. 
 " I believe that the human race is destined 
 to become perfect." 
 
 "So do I," agreed Clemency. I have a 
 horror — not of death, but of the wish to die. 
 Life should be valued and valuable. It is a 
 great possession." 
 
 " With health," said Noel. 
 And with occupation," added Clemency. 
 " I know some very fragile persons who enjoy 
 life much, because it is full of interests and 
 occupations. When one works hard, one can 
 forget infirmity and even adverse circum- 
 stances." 
 
118 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " Do you work hard, Miss Damian ? " 
 
 I work, Dr Triamond. I try to make 
 other people see with my eyes." 
 
 I wonder if I may ask how ? " 
 
 Indeed you may. I try to make idle 
 people embrace some voluntary and absorbing 
 avocation ; and I try to induce industrious 
 people — who lead dull monotonous lives — to 
 embrace some special interest." 
 
 Miss Kawley told me something about 
 this," said Noel. 
 
 Fay never lacked either interests or occu- 
 pations, and for that very reason she seconded 
 me," said Clemency. Originally we formed 
 a small society of women in our own rank, 
 who all agreed to raise themselves above 
 themselves and to do all in their power to 
 raise others. Eventually we formed groups 
 of societies, and dived deeper and deeper. 
 We soon got to servants and shop-girls. 
 Then we reached factory hands. Now we 
 have got to very poor married women. It is 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 119 
 
 quite a ramification, I assure you. Lately we 
 Iiave started a little society for idle gentlemen. 
 Every idle person who joins us has to devote 
 his leisure to some pursuit for improving 
 himself or benefiting others, and every in- 
 dustrious person has to establish some inter- 
 est to embellish and cheer his monotony. 
 And Fay Rawley threatens to behead any 
 one of us who says life isn't delightful ! " 
 
 Are you the head of the society ? asked 
 Noel. 
 
 ''Well, they call me so," she replied. ''I 
 conduct a good deal of correspondence, be- 
 cause we have groups all over the kingdom. 
 But I don't do anything very active. My 
 principal work is to keep the energies of 
 others from flagging. Fay is the only per- 
 son who never desponds." 
 
 ''That is hard work," said Noel. "I am 
 much interested." 
 
 " Would you care to hear a paper that a 
 friend of mine is going to read on Saturday 
 
120 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 at my house ? " said Clemency. " Here is 
 Miss Kenyard. She and I shall be glad to 
 see you, if it would interest you to come. 
 Let me introduce you.'' 
 
 Fay Eawley was seated near the door, and 
 a young man stood before her. The appear- 
 ance of the latter was not altogether pre- 
 possessing. He was short and thick-set, and 
 his face was plain ; but his eyes were frank, 
 and his whole countenance bespoke good- 
 nature. 
 
 ''Miss Eawley, you are unkind," he was 
 saying. " My cousins told me you liked 
 me." 
 
 " Mr Ascot, don t you know that Baby and 
 Totty always say what comes into their heads, 
 without the least reflection?" said Fay. 
 " They don't consider their opinions as I do. 
 You musn t believe them." 
 
 " But Baby spoke so confidently," persisted 
 the young man. 
 
 "Did she?" said Fay, calmly. "Well, 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 121 
 
 you must try and get over it. Fm sorry 
 you are disappointed.'' 
 
 ''But couldn't you think about it?" he 
 pleaded. 
 
 '' And be a dernier ressort ! " cried she. 
 " I couldn't think of such a thing. You 
 forget you've been sighing at Miss Damian's 
 feet for a twelvemonth before you crawled to 
 mine. I don't like other people's leavings, 
 Mr Ascot. Don't offer me the rose you 
 picked for some one else ! " 
 
 How awfully angry you are, Miss Eawley ! " 
 groaned Ascot. " I wish you were kinder." 
 
 I daresay you do," said she. 
 
 Baby swore you liked me," he repeated. 
 ''No, she didn't, Mr Ascot," said Fay. 
 "Baby never swore in her life. Besides, 
 liked ! Believe me, I like no man but Eufus. 
 I endure them from a sense of oblio^ation, 
 and perhaps some day I may marry one of 
 you, also from a sense of obligation. But 
 like you ! Oh no ! " 
 
122 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " Can this be G. Ascot ? " said Noel, ap- 
 proaching. 
 
 Ascot turned round. 
 Why, hollo, old fellow ! is it you ? he 
 cried. " Well, I am glad to see you. What 
 are you doing in London ? and how did you 
 come here ? " 
 
 " Dr Triamond came with us. He has 
 fallen in love with me," announced Fay. I 
 don t reciprocate, of course ; I never do. But 
 my spirit of conquest is satisfied. How did 
 you two come to know each other ? " 
 
 "At the hospital. I was going to be a 
 doctor once," said Ascot, with confusion. 
 " But I didn't like it, and I came in for 
 some money. That s how. Miss Eawley." 
 
 ''And a good thing you gave it up," re- 
 marked she. '' You'd have been worse than 
 Rufus ; he saves too many people, and you'd 
 kill too many. Why didn't you tell me 
 before ? You'll never suit me, Mr Ascot, if 
 you have secrets from me." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 123 
 
 He was only at the hospital three 
 months," said Noel, laughing. I don't 
 suppose he knows an arm from a leg.'' 
 
 ril take you all over the place, Tria- 
 mond," volunteered Ascot. 111 take you 
 to the Dolce far niente, and introduce you 
 to Aura Hill. She's stunning." 
 
 " Be quiet, Mr Ascot ! " cried Fay. Aura 
 Hill is an actress, Dr Triamond, and you 
 mustn't know her. Remember you are en- 
 gaged to me ! " 
 
 Ascot stared. Noel laughed. 
 
 ^'I shan't forget," he said. ''When may 
 I come and see you ? " 
 
 Not to-day, nor to-morrow," replied she. 
 " But you may come to dinner on Saturday. 
 Mr Ascot is coming, and two ladies, and I 
 want another gentleman. Don't go away, 
 Mr Ascot. I want to explain the footing on 
 which Dr Triamond stands to me. You can 
 call on him to-morrow; I'll give you his 
 address. Good-bye, Dr Triamond. Bend 
 
124 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 your lofty head, please ; I want to say some- 
 thing in a low tone, that Mr Ascot mayn't 
 hear. You Ve been talking to Miss Damian 
 all the evening. Beware ! " 
 
 Then Noel went away. On the door-step 
 he encountered Sir Jessamy. The latter was 
 lighting a cigarette. He offered another to 
 Noel, and the two men walked away together. 
 
 My sister gives pleasant parties, doesn t 
 she?" said Sir Jessamy. ''I like them, be- 
 cause one meets nice people, who talk ration- 
 ally. Of course some of them are bores. My 
 brother, John Gabriel, is a bore. So is that 
 red-faced Item, and poor little Paradine. 
 And — if you won't be shocked — Miss Damian 
 is a bore when she airs her opinions, as she 
 did to-night. Women oughtn't to have opin- 
 ions. I like to get Miss Damian alone. 
 Then she's delicious, and I can talk freely. 
 Do you like her?" 
 
 She is very handsome," said Noel. 
 
 She's almost too handsome," sighed Sir 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 125 
 
 Jessamy. I don't like the beauty of intel- 
 lect. I like nice soft women, like my sister 
 and her daughters. Intellectual women rather 
 fuss me. They always talk about theories, 
 and those sort of tiresome things, and it 
 agitates me. That's why I never married." 
 
 But you might have married an unintel- 
 lectual woman," suggested Noel, amused. 
 
 " Yes ; but there were other reasons," said 
 Sir Jessamy. " You see, marriage isn't sooth- 
 ing; it's an upsetting sort of thing. Look 
 at my sister ! she's never known a peaceful 
 moment since she married, twenty-five years 
 ago. The little girls caught cold, and teethed, 
 and cut their fingers. And then they had 
 to be educated, and it was just a toss-up 
 whether they'd become graceful, pretty girls, 
 or awkward, plain young women. Well, 
 thank Heaven, they're as nice as three girls 
 could be ! But poor Angelina is worried to 
 death by the young men who admire them. 
 And the eldest, Missy, has married and gone 
 
126 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 out to India, and now she's going to have a 
 baby, and poor dear Angelina is nearly out of 
 her mind with anxiety. People oughtn't to 
 marry. It's a great mistake." 
 
 It's a good thing you discovered it in 
 time, Sir Jessamy," observed Noel. Most 
 people complain of a thing after they've 
 tried it." 
 
 Well, I always have been considered 
 rather a sensible man," said Sir Jessamy, 
 with complacency. " You see, I like to 
 walk on the sunny side, and to drink good 
 claret, and talk to nice women, and have a 
 servant who knows his duty, and I knew 
 marriage would disarrange all that. Marriage 
 and theories annihilate all the joy of life. 
 You'll find I'm right, Dr Triamond ; you'd 
 better give up your theory. Besides, my 
 dear fellow, you can't make it work ; you're 
 beginning at the wrong end. It's no good 
 trying to cure grown-up people ; it's the 
 children you should attack. You should 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 127 
 
 get into Parliament and pass a Bill for the 
 extermination of sickly babies. They should 
 all be examined, and the delicate ones should 
 be put away. Then you'd establish a healthy 
 race ; you won t do it any other way." 
 
 I don't think that would do/' said Noel. 
 
 " Don't you ? " murmured Sir J essamy. 
 It seems to me an admirable plan. I'd 
 bring it in myself, if the House of Commons 
 wasn't such a fatigue; I've broached it to 
 my brother, and he said nothing. The fact 
 is, my argument is unanswerable. You ask 
 John ; you're going to dine with him to- 
 morrow. You'll find him very tedious ; but 
 he's a good fellow, and I'm sorry for him. 
 He married ; and she was nice and amiable, 
 and then she died. It's always the way. It 
 quite upset poor John ; but I advised him 
 not to marry, and he would. Is this your 
 turning ? Ah, w^ell, good night ; see you 
 again soon." 
 
 And they parted. 
 
128 
 
 CHAPTEE VL 
 
 The society, of which Miss Damian was the 
 head, had arisen and had continued to thrive 
 silently. It did not advertise itself ; it held 
 no meetings in public places ; it petitioned no 
 royal personage to be on its committee. For 
 a long time it had no name ; then a number 
 of idle young men asked to be allowed to 
 affiliate themselves to Miss Damian's society, 
 and it became imperative that the society 
 should be distinguished by some title. 
 
 " But a name is impossible," said Clemency 
 to her friend Miss Prime. It can only be 
 called the Society for Making People Care 
 for Life." 
 
 Why not call it the Damian Society ? " 
 suggested Miss Prime. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 129 
 
 " Or the Prime Society/' corrected Cle- 
 mency. Since you are the secretary of the 
 principal branch it would be more applicable.'' 
 Yes, I object to its being called the Da- 
 mian Society/' said Clemency's guardian. 
 
 So it became known as the Prime Society, 
 and it ramified in all directions. Group after 
 group was formed. But it made no noise. 
 
 Once a-year Miss Damian held a private 
 meeting at her house in Kensington. All 
 the heads of groups were invited, and a 
 leading member of the Society read a paper. 
 Visitors from the outside were present. The 
 Prime Society did not agitate ; but it was 
 well that its views should be occasionally 
 advanced in the presence of a general 
 audience. 
 
 On the Saturday following Mrs Vayn- 
 shaw's reception this annual meeting took 
 place. There was no formality. No chair- 
 man introduced the lecturer. At the request 
 of Miss Damian, Miss Prime rose and read a 
 
 VOL. I. I 
 
130 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 paper. She briefly recapitulated the history 
 of the Society, and explained its object. Then 
 she named some of the good things that had 
 resulted from it. Lastly, she drew attention 
 to the need that had called it forth, and that 
 still existed in many circles. 
 
 People are unhappy and discontented,'* 
 she concluded. " They sigh ; they groan ; 
 they rail at fate ; they revile life ; they do 
 not care to live ; they wish to die ; they hope 
 to die ; some even try to die. Now this state 
 of ^.hings ought not to be ; it is altogether 
 sad and unnatural. The inevitable ought 
 not to be a burden ; people ought to be con- 
 tented. But life, some one says, is dull ; 
 it is either a routine of dreary and monot- 
 onous work, or it is a routine of still drearier 
 and more monotonous killing of time. In 
 the first instance, try interests ; in the second, 
 try occupation. The cultivation of interests 
 will enliven, the embracing of employment 
 will fill, the dullest of lives. Where there 
 
THEREBY. 131 
 
 are large and bright interests and engrossing 
 occupations, there cannot be absolute unhap- 
 piness. Life is good/' said the speaker, 
 impressively. " But living is an art, and, 
 like other arts, it requires good executing. 
 Unperformed music is a dead thing ; it is 
 the song sung that makes art beautiful. It 
 is the same with living ; it is the life well 
 lived — used and enjoyed — that is lovely and 
 valuable.'' 
 
 Noel had arrived at the moment when 
 Miss Prime rose, and he had remained stand- 
 ing near the door during the reading of her 
 paper. Now he made his way to Clemency's 
 side. 
 
 " I have been greatly interested," he said. 
 
 " I ventured to hope you would be," she 
 rejoined. " You also wish to make life bet- 
 ter worth having. Your way is much larger 
 than mine, but still " 
 
 " My way will be, perhaps, less successful, 
 and certainly less immediate than yours," he 
 
132 THEREBY. 
 
 said. " It will take decades even to persuade 
 people that disease is not an integral part of 
 the human construction, and it will take cen- 
 turies to abolish it. You touch individuals, 
 and your touch convinces them. Your 
 method is the wiser." 
 
 Do you think so ? " said she. It seems 
 to me that mine is so individual that it must 
 be evanescent. Your scheme may be slow of 
 completion. But when it comes to maturity, 
 it must permanently affect the whole world.'' 
 
 " Dr Gabriel scoffs,'' said Noel. " I dined 
 with him the other night, and he demolished 
 me without mercy." 
 
 Clemency smiled. 
 In reality, he admires you very much," 
 she said. " He told me yesterday that your 
 theory was untenable, but that it might pro- 
 duce splendid fruit." 
 
 He was very good-natured," said Noel. 
 " But he won't allow the extirpation theory. 
 He says the only thing he will encourage me 
 
THEREBY. 133 
 
 in is in discovering speedy and effectual 
 cures." 
 
 I know," said Clemency. When you 
 have built your college, he is going to found 
 a fellowship." 
 
 Noel looked at her, surprised. He was 
 about to reply ; but Mr Item came bustling 
 u.p. 
 
 " This has been a delightful meeting, Miss 
 Damian ! " he exclaimed. " I congratulate 
 you. But if you want to permeate the 
 masses, you must use legislation. Soft per- 
 suasion won t do for the million. You must 
 lift the people bodily up into a higher re- 
 gion, and then step in with your interests 
 and occupations. Ah, how do you do, Dr 
 Triamond ? Don't you agree with me ? " 
 
 " No," returned Noel. " You must shape a 
 bit of wood before you put it into a new hole." 
 
 ^'Tch, tch!" cried Mr Item. Human 
 beings, sir, aren't like bits of w^ood. They 
 give and take and receive impressions. You 
 
134 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 put Spitalfields down in Eichmond Park, and 
 youll see how my theory works." 
 
 ^'Yes, we should/' said Clemency, laugh- 
 ing. We should see Spitalfields turning 
 Eichmond Park into a second Spitalfields. 
 Eevolution is the worst statesmanship, Mr 
 Item." 
 
 I thought you wanted people to love life," 
 cried Mr Item, scowling. 
 
 So I do ; but not by force. I don't believe 
 in force. I believe in conviction." 
 
 While you are forming convictions, Miss 
 Damian, millions will die miserably." 
 
 That is true, Mr Item. And it is a very 
 sad truth that Nature is cruel, and has suf- 
 fered generations to die before she has re- 
 vealed some of her simplest and most benefi- 
 cent secrets. But she is also unassailable, 
 and she won't be hurried by powder and shot. 
 You may take the existing Spitalfields to 
 Eichmond ; but the mind of Spitalfields won't 
 be changed, and Spitalfields will go on grov- 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 135 
 
 elling in dirt and rags, and drinking its 
 wages, and beating its wife, and neglecting 
 its children — as before." 
 
 Not with good legislation," cried Mr 
 Item. Law can do everything." 
 
 " It can take a horse to the water, but it 
 can't make him drink," said Clemency. 
 
 " But, my dear lady, we are talking of the 
 mind of man," Mr Item almost shouted. 
 
 All minds are alike. Give a pariah condi- 
 tions as good as yours, and his mind will be 
 as good as yours." 
 
 I doubt it," said Clemency. 
 She glanced at Noel. 
 
 ''If all brain-power were identical, there 
 would be fewer inequalities of condition to 
 begin with," said Noel, quietly. Even my 
 scheme doesn't anticipate equalising brain- 
 power. I aim at destroying disease, not at 
 remaking individual functional power. I can't 
 hope to create a perfectly new order of human 
 beings." 
 
136 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 At this moment a gentleman approached, 
 holding out his hand. 
 
 " How do you do, Clemency ? " he said. 
 " Item, how are you ? I didn't know this 
 was your fete, my dear." 
 
 I didn't know you were in tow^n. Colonel 
 Fines," said Clemency. 
 
 " I've been in town three days," he replied. 
 
 But I couldn't come sooner. Who is your 
 tall friend ? " he whispered. 
 
 Then Clemency introduced Noel to her 
 guardian, and the two men bowed. Colonel 
 Fines was a small, slight man of five-and- 
 forty, with a handsome face and the deport- 
 ment of a gentleman. He seemed good- 
 humoured. He was full of honhomie; yet 
 Clemency seemed to shrink from him, and 
 she responded to his geniality with coldness. 
 Noel observed this, and he recollected having 
 heard that Miss Damian's guardian was not 
 to her liking. 
 
 " I am glad to make your acquaintance, Dr 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 137 
 
 Triamond/' said Colonel Fines. Your name 
 is well known to me." 
 Noel bowed again. 
 
 " It s rather a good thing you've come, 
 Fines/' said Mr Item. Miss Damian and I 
 have been quarrelling, as usual." 
 
 ^' Ah, have you indeed ? " said Colonel 
 Fines, lightly. " You shouldn't quarrel with 
 the ladies, Item." 
 
 " I shall," retorted Mr Item. " It's part of 
 my political creed that men and women are 
 equal. Therefore, if I choose to quarrel with 
 a woman, I shall." 
 
 Colonel Fines laughed pleasantly. 
 
 How I abhor Eadicalism ! " he said. 
 You're not a Eadical, I hope, Dr Tria- 
 mond ? Clemency, I want to see Miss Ken- 
 yard. Will you help me to find her ? Let 
 me give you my arm." 
 
 He led her away, and she accepted his 
 escort. But Noel fancied that she accepted 
 it with reluctance. He looked after her. 
 
138 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 vexed. It displeased and disappointed him 
 that she had been snatched away. 
 
 That's a very handsome man, that Dr 
 Triamond," remarked Colonel Fines to Cle- 
 mency, in a low voice. 
 " Yes,'' she assented. 
 
 Take care, Clemmy ! " said he. 
 She was silent. 
 
 I say, take care, Clemmy ! " he reiter- 
 ated. 
 
 How do you mean ? " asked she, coldly. 
 ^'I mean, my dear, don't fall in love with 
 him." 
 
 " I am not likely to fall in love with any 
 one. Colonel Fines." 
 
 Good girl ! That pleases me. It will 
 be your birthday soon now." 
 She made no reply. 
 
 Won't it ? " he added. 
 Still she did not speak. 
 Why don't you say something. Clemen- 
 cy ? " he asked. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 139 
 
 ''What is there to say?" she replied. 
 You might say something pleasant, 
 Clemmy." 
 
 " I have nothing pleasant to say, Colonel 
 Fines. I would rather not talk about it. 
 Besides — ah, here is Miss Kenyard ! " 
 
 Miss Kenyard was talking to Mrs Love. 
 Colonel Fines greeted both ladies with em- 
 pressement. He was delighted to see them. 
 It was ages since they had met. 
 
 " We didn't know you were in town," said 
 Miss Kenyard. 
 
 " I came back on Wednesday," said he. 
 But I had business, and I couldn't come 
 sooner. You wouldn't have had me neglect 
 business, would you. Clemency? Oh, she 
 has fled ! Miss Kenyard, the dear girl is 
 very " 
 
 " She is very busy," said Miss Kenyard. 
 
 " She is very cold, I meant," said Colonel 
 Fines. 
 
 Miss Kenyard looked pained. 
 
140 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 I think I am wanted elsewhere/' she said, 
 hastily. Excuse me a moment.'' 
 
 She, too, departed. Fines took her seat. 
 Pity me, Mrs Love ! " he sighed. My 
 dear young ward and Miss Kenyard are the 
 only ladies who ever slight me. I've man- 
 aged Miss Damian's affairs for eleven years, 
 and you can judge, by her style of living, 
 whether I've managed them ill or well. And 
 jet the dear child is as haughty with me as 
 Vashti was with Ahasuerus — only she isn't 
 my wife, I regret to say. It's very hard. 
 And it's all Miss Kenyard's doing. Miss 
 Kenyard was the one mistake my poor old 
 friend Barry made. He insisted upon it 
 that Clemency shouldn't be separated from 
 her. He little dreamed what a bad influence 
 she would exercise." 
 
 But does she ? " asked Mrs Love. " She 
 always seems to me to be one of the sweetest 
 women in the world." 
 
 " She has never married, Mrs Love, and I 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 141 
 
 believe she disapproves of marrying. She 
 would like to prevent Clemency marrying." 
 
 " Would she ? Well, that would be a pity ! 
 Dear Clemency ought to marry." 
 
 " Of course. All girls should. Besides, there 
 are special reasons why Clemency should. 
 I am obliged to urge it, and it is unpleasant 
 to have my influence constantly undermined." 
 
 " But do you really think Miss Kenyard 
 would object to Clemency being married?" 
 said Mrs Love. " Because, if so, I should 
 really be inclined to be a little bit vexed with 
 dear Miss Kenyard." 
 
 " I don t think — I know. Miss Kenyard 
 puts every difficulty in the way that she can 
 think of." 
 
 " What a pity ! " said Mrs Love. I am 
 old-fashioned enough to think people ought 
 to marry." 
 
 " Clemency must marry! " said Fines. " A 
 provision in her grandfathers will necessi- 
 tates it." 
 
142 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 I was thinking that handsome young Dr 
 Triamond would be a nice match for her/' 
 observed Mrs Love. 
 
 Fines shook his head. 
 
 " No ; that won't do/' he said. 
 
 " No ? " said Mrs Love. 
 
 " To tell you the truth, Mrs Love, poor 
 old Barry expressed a wish." 
 
 " Dear me ! You don't mean to say so ! 
 Why, he died ten or twelve years ago, didn't 
 he?" 
 
 Eleven," replied Fines. Yes, he did 
 indeed. And the bridegroom is ready. But 
 for Miss Kenyard, I could arrange matters. 
 However, it must be settled soon. I should 
 
 be a happier man if Don't mention 
 
 this, Mrs Love. I tell you in confidence. 
 Excuse me half a second ; I see some one I 
 must speak to." 
 
 He rose. Sir Jessamy Gerramy slipped 
 into his seat. 
 
 It's such a comfort to come and talk to 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 143 
 
 you, Mrs Love/' he murmured. " You never 
 disturb me. Now poor Angelina! — I really 
 can't go and see lier again till she s got this 
 news. She absolutely shattered me this 
 morning. She laughed and cried, and her 
 speech was quite incoherent. It was very 
 inconsiderate of Missy to go out to India. 
 She ought to have foreseen all this; she 
 ought to have thought of me. But young 
 people are always selfish ; they never think 
 of their uncles. Of course it all comes of 
 Angelina having married in the first in- 
 stance. She ought to have kept single for 
 my sake — knowing my peculiar nervous 
 delicacy, and how affectionate I am, and 
 how anxiety preys on me. Marriage is em- 
 phatically a bad institution. Why can't 
 people be hermits?" 
 
 "Colonel Fines has just been saying ex- 
 actly the reverse," observed Mrs Love. " He 
 wants a certain young lady to marry, and 
 she objects." 
 
144 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Pray, who is that ? " inquired Sir Jessamy. 
 " The young lady who won't marry is a de- 
 lightful creature, and ought to be encour- 
 aged. It's all the fault of the young ladies 
 that the world is so full of care. If they 
 wouldn't marry, the young men couldntJ' 
 
 " Precisely, Sir Jessamy ; but " 
 
 " Who is the dear thing who won't marry ? " 
 asked Sir J essamy, softly. 
 
 "Oh, I mustn't tell you!" replied Mrs 
 Love. ^'Colonel Fines told me not." 
 I shall never repeat it, Mrs Love." 
 
 " Are you sure. Sir Jessamy ? " 
 
 " Quite. I repeat nothing." 
 
 ''You promise ?" 
 
 He nodded. 
 
 ''Who is it?" he whispered. 
 
 " Clemency Damian." 
 
 " You don't say so ! " 
 
 "Yes, Clemency Damian. Her grand- 
 father arranged a marriage for her — bride- 
 groom and all." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 145 
 
 ''And who is he?" 
 
 " That I don't know. Colonel Fines didn't 
 tell me; but " 
 
 ''You have a suspicion?" 
 
 " Perhaps I have ; you mustn't ask." 
 
 "Is it ?" said Sir Jessamy, bending 
 
 forward and speaking in a scarcely audible 
 voice. 
 
 " I admit nothing, Sir Jessamy. I merely 
 own to having a suspicion," said Mrs Love. 
 "Eemember that you say nothing." 
 
 " Of course not," returned he. " I shouldn't 
 think of such a thing. Besides, the whole 
 affair hurts me. Marriages always hurt 
 me; they oughtn't to be allowed." 
 
 " I'm quite sure Uncle Jessamy is telling 
 Mrs Love he doesn't approve of marrying," 
 remarked Baby Vaynshaw to a young man 
 who had just supplied her with a cup of tea. 
 " I know it by the expression of his lips." 
 
 " How clever you are ! " cried her com- 
 panion, with admiration. 
 
 VOL. I. K 
 
146 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''Oh, I'm not very clever, Mr Beaufort," 
 said the young lady, modestly. ''You see, 
 I know my uncle so well." 
 
 " Why does he disapprove of marrying?" 
 asked Beaufort. 
 
 " He says it creates anxiety, Mr Beau- 
 fort." 
 
 " You don't agree with him, do you. Miss 
 Vaynshaw ? " 
 
 "I don't know," said she, dubiously. "You 
 see. Missy married and went to India. It's 
 dreadful to be separated from one's sister." 
 
 " But every one who marries doesn't go 
 to India." 
 
 "No." 
 
 " I shan't go to India." 
 
 "You are not going to be married, Mr 
 Beaufort ? " 
 
 "Not instantly. But I hope I shall be, 
 some day." 
 
 "Then you must work, Mr Beaufort." 
 
 " Yes ; I'm going to." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 147 
 
 I am glad. You must be a Judge, you 
 know." 
 
 " Oh, Miss Vaynshaw, IVe given up all 
 that. Nobody will give me a brief. Fm a 
 poor stupid idiot, and no one will employ 
 me. But IVe joined the Prime Society, and 
 Fm thinking of going on the stage." 
 
 Going on the stage ! Dear me, Mr Beau- 
 fort ! Can you act ? " 
 
 " No — but I can sing ; and — and I have 
 other advantages. Tm tall, you see, and 
 — and fellows say Fm not bad - looking. 
 And I can fence and dance, and all that. 
 G. Ascot is going to introduce me to Miss 
 Aura Hill, of the Dolce far niente. I could 
 do the sort of things they want there." 
 
 " I don't think it's a very nice plan," said 
 Baby. 
 
 " Don't you ? " said he. Why not ? " 
 
 " I don't know that I can tell you exactly, 
 Mr Beaufort; but I don't. G. knows we 
 don't approve of his knowing Miss Aura 
 
148 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Hill. I don't like the Dolce far niente. 
 Ladies don't go there." 
 Some do, indeed." 
 Yes — the horrid, fast ones." 
 " Aura Hill is an unexceptionable woman, 
 Miss Vaynshaw." 
 ''I daresay." 
 
 ''And, you see, I could do the Dolce far 
 niente parts. Aura Hill is the star. They 
 only want the rest of the company just to 
 look fairly good-looking." 
 
 ''I daresay," repeated Baby. 
 
 '' Now, Miss Vaynshaw, do be kind ! How 
 am I to make an income?" 
 
 ''You ought to go on being a barrister, 
 Mr Beaufort." 
 
 "But I can't. Fm too stupid." 
 
 "Then write a book." 
 
 " I might do that," he said, brightening. 
 " Only rd rather go on the stage." 
 
 " Then go to the Lyceum." 
 
 " Fm too stupid. They wouldn't have me. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 149 
 
 I've got nothing but my appearance. It s 
 the Dolce far niente or nothing." 
 
 " Very well, Mr Beaufort. It doesn t sig- 
 nify, of course, either to you or to me. But 
 I couldn't associate with any one who acted 
 with Aura Hill." 
 
 " She's really a good woman. Miss Vayn- 
 shaw." 
 
 I daresay," said Baby, once more. I 
 can't discuss the subject with you, Mr 
 Beaufort." 
 
 " Why do you dislike the stage. Miss 
 Vaynshaw ? " 
 
 "I don't dislike it. But " 
 
 " But " he repeated. " Do tell me ! " 
 
 She looked at him, smiling. 
 
 ''I can't tell you," she said. " I like act- 
 ing, and I respect actors, and I know Miss 
 Aura Hill is a good woman. But I shouldn't 
 
 like you Oh, Mr Beaufort, if you can't 
 
 guess, I can't tell you. There's Fay ! " she 
 cried. " I must speak to her." 
 
150 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 She was gone in a moment. Beaufort 
 looked after her, not ill-pleased. 
 
 She wouldn't like me to give Aura Hill 
 a stage-embrace," he said to himself. Dear 
 little darling Baby ! as if I cared to kiss any 
 woman but you ! " 
 
 A few guests still lingered. 
 
 ''We will wait and have a few words with 
 Clemency after all the rest have gone, Mrs 
 Wrestler," Miss Prime had said to another 
 leading member of the Society. 
 
 Mrs Wrestler had acquiesced. But the 
 ladies had not anticipated that Colonel Fines 
 would remain also. 
 
 '^Your meeting has been most successful, 
 my dear Clemency," said that gentleman, 
 leaning back in a large arm-chair. '' I wish 
 you had let me know of it, and I would 
 have been here sooner. I should like to 
 have heard your speech, Miss Prime." 
 
 " My speech ! " cried Miss Prime. I read 
 a short paper. I don't speak, Colonel Fines.' 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 151 
 
 "No?" said he, blandly. ''I beg your 
 pardon. I understood you had spoken. 
 Clemency, I came to ask if I might have 
 the honour of escorting you and Miss Ken- 
 yard to the opera to-night? I have a box." 
 
 Thank you," returned Clemency. ''You 
 are very good ; but we are dining out." 
 
 She did not smile ; her manner was simply 
 polite. As she spoke she glanced at the 
 clock. 
 
 " Does time press ? " asked Fines. '' When 
 is your dinner ? " 
 
 "At a quarter to eight." 
 
 "And you want to dress. Well, I won't 
 keep you. But could you spare me five 
 minutes, my dear? Come with me into 
 your boudoir." 
 
 Clemency did not refuse his request ; but 
 she complied with it gravely. Fines shrugged 
 his shoulders as he bade adieu to the other 
 ladies. 
 
 "Fm not going to lecture my ward," he 
 
152 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 said. ''But she looks as if she expected 
 me to do so, doesn't she?" 
 
 Then he followed Clemency from the 
 room. He found her in a small apartment 
 which she usually kept strictly private to her- 
 self. Fines was aware of this, and he laughed. 
 
 ''I like this cosy little den/' he said. 
 " What a lucky man I am, Clemmy ! " 
 
 ''You wanted to say something to me," 
 said Clemency. "What is it?" 
 
 "I did, my dear girl, and I do. I want 
 to say all sorts of things to you — all imagin- 
 able things. I thought you and I might 
 count up the days between now and your 
 birthday. I wanted to remind you of that." 
 
 " It needs no reminding," said Clemency. 
 
 She turned to the window and gazed from 
 it. It overlooked Holland Park, and the 
 trees looked green and fresh. The note of 
 a thrush was audible. There were children 
 at play in the public lane below. In the 
 distant thoroughfare omnibuses rumbled and 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 153 
 
 cabs rattled. The westering sun shone into 
 the room and surrounded Clemency's face 
 with a sort of glory. Fines stood beside 
 her with his hands behind his back. The 
 urbanity had left his face, and a strange 
 expression had settled there. It was partly 
 wrathful, partly anxious, partly domineering. 
 
 " Look here, Clemency ! " he said. " Why 
 do you fight against the inevitable ? Don't 
 you see how childish it is ? Do you forget 
 that this was your grandfather s wish ? " 
 
 ''No, I dont forget," said she. 
 
 " Then why do you make this unconscion- 
 able fuss?" he asked. ''You are a woman 
 of great dignity, my dear, and I admire 
 you. But in this one particular you're as 
 absurd and wayward as a spoilt child. Can't 
 you come round a little ? I enjoy a love- 
 chase as much as any man ; but now it's 
 so nearly over, I own I should like to see 
 some signs of yielding on your part. Why 
 do you go on so ridiculously ? " 
 
154 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 There was a look of horror in Clemency's 
 face. 
 
 "Because it is hateful to me to think of 
 this thing/' she said. ''It is a cruel wrong 
 you have done me. You took a shameful 
 advantage of my poor old grandfather's 
 weakness. If he had known," she cried, 
 passionately — ''if he had known, he would 
 never have made me promise ! " 
 
 " Why do you hate me, Clemency ? " asked 
 Fines. 
 
 " Because I have been in your power for 
 eleven years." 
 
 "Well; and haven't I treated you prop- 
 erly ? Did I stint your education ? Haven't 
 you travelled ? Didn't you choose this house ? 
 Haven't you had a carriage, and servants, 
 and everything that your coming fortune 
 warranted ? " 
 
 " Yes, Colonel Fines ; but you have em- 
 bittered my whole life." 
 
 " Have I ? Well, you see, having pledged 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 155 
 
 my word to your grandfather, I intend to 
 keep it," 
 
 " Why do you wish to keep it, Colonel 
 Fines?" 
 
 ''Why, my dear girl, how can you ask? 
 Because I love you, to be sure." 
 
 '' You do not love me. If you loved me, 
 you wouldn't — wouldn't " 
 
 She could not end her sentence. Her 
 throat swelled. With difficulty she repressed 
 her tears. Fines laughed mockingly. 
 
 ''Very well, then," he said. "Because I 
 do not love you. Because you are rich and 
 beautiful, my dear, and it suits me to have 
 a rich and beautiful wife." 
 
 " You will have the money — most of it — 
 anyhow," said Clemency. 
 
 " But I want yoii^'' said Fines. 
 
 Clemency winced. Fines saw the involun- 
 tary action, and it provoked him. 
 
 " It s no use your attempting to get out of 
 it," he said, loudly. " I mean to have you ; 
 
156 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 and if you're sensible, you'll make up your 
 mind to like me. Any woman can like any 
 man if she chooses. It's all sentimental non- 
 sense about loving and not loving. You've 
 got to be contented with the man who is 
 going to be your husband. Besides, you've 
 got to keep your word, Clemmy." 
 
 Clemency made no reply. Her hands were 
 clasped; perhaps she prayed. After a few 
 moments Fines resumed, in a less unpleasant 
 tone. 
 
 ''I didn't bring you here to have a scene 
 with you, my dear," he said. ^'What I 
 wanted to say to you was this, — Don't you 
 burn your pretty little fingers with that 
 young Dr Apollo. I confess he's a magnifi- 
 cent man to look at ; and I hear that he 
 shares your sentiments, and wants to make 
 life more agreeable to the poor sons of Adam. 
 I daresay you and he will pass many a nice 
 hour together discussing all this. Philan- 
 thropic flirting is insidious, however ; so I 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 157 
 
 thought rd warn you. You can bring him 
 to your feet, if that's the sort of game that 
 amuses you. But remember, it can't go any 
 further ; so you keep your head cool. That's 
 all. I merely wished to put you on your 
 guard. Now I won't hinder you any longer. 
 You want to dress. Is it to be pink this 
 evening ? You look a little pale. You won't 
 say ? What a peevish little Clemmy ! Ta-ta. 
 I shall see you again very soon." 
 
 He held out his hand. 
 
 '^Good-bye," said Clemency. 
 Won't you shake hands with me, 
 Clemmy ? " 
 
 She appeared not to hear. 
 
 "You naughty little thing!" he cried, 
 playfully. " Well, well ! girls will be cross 
 sometimes. I can bide my time. Adieu, 
 dear child." 
 
 He approached his hand to her face, and 
 stroked her cheek. In an instant her frigid- 
 ity vanished. Her eyes shone with passion ; 
 
158 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 her cheeks became crimson ; her whole frame 
 quivered with excitement. 
 
 You coward ! " she exclaimed. 
 Her tone expressed an unutterable con- 
 tempt. Fines laughed ; but his laughter was 
 not easy. 
 
 You act very well," he said ; " you would 
 make a fine tragedy-queen. Well, Tm glad 
 of it ! I like a woman of spirit. It makes 
 the taming process livelier and more interest- 
 ing. But I really mustn't keep you. Good- 
 bye, my dear." 
 
 ''Did I hear the front door shut?" said 
 Miss Kenyard to the two ladies, who still sat 
 with her in the drawing-room. ''Colonel 
 Fines must have gone." 
 
 " You seem quite relieved," remarked Mrs 
 Wrestler. 
 
 " Well, I want Clemency to rest a little," 
 said Miss Kenyard. " She is strong and well, 
 I am happy to say ; but even she can't go on 
 for ever." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 159 
 
 Then Clemency came back. 
 " How pale you look, dear ! cried Mrs 
 Wrestler. 
 
 I am rather tired/' admitted Clemency. 
 
 "And Miss Kenyard wants you to rest/' 
 said Miss Prime, rising. "We are going 
 away at once." 
 
 So Miss Kenyard and Clemency were left 
 alone. Then Clemency sank down at Miss 
 Kenyard's knees and burst into tears. 
 
 " Oh, Miss Kenyard, I can t bear it ! she 
 sobbed. " I wish I were dead ! I wish I were 
 dead!" 
 
160 
 
 CHAPTEE VIL 
 
 When Noel entered Miss Eawley's drawing- 
 room that evening, he found that the two 
 ladies whom he had been invited to meet 
 were Miss Kenyard and Clemency. The 
 latter seemed fatigued. At dinner she spoke 
 little, and Noel fancied that when she did 
 speak, she spoke with an effort. But the 
 party was lively, and the silence of one of 
 its number was not felt. The hostess, in- 
 deed, talked for all. Her rapid utterances 
 waited for no replies. She asked questions, 
 and answered them herself. She pursued 
 her company with a gay banter that flew 
 from one to another so quickly that no one 
 had time to parry her thrusts. Every one 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 161 
 
 was amused. There was abundant mirth. 
 Fay was the mistress of the occasion. 
 
 ''You were at Miss Damian's this after- 
 noon, Dr Triamond, and you only talked to 
 me for five minutes/' she said, with reproach. 
 " Do you forget that you are — in a manner 
 — bound to me ? However, you suffer the 
 most. You might have enjoyed my brilliant 
 wit for a full hour this afternoon ; and in- 
 stead, you yielded that delight to Mr Ascot, 
 who hasn't the mind to appreciate it." 
 
 *'0h. Miss Eawley, indeed I do!" mur- 
 mured Ascot. 
 
 But Fay had only paused to take breath. 
 
 "Miss Prime was forcible," she went on. 
 " You must have been pleased, Clemency. 
 But, you know, she didn't quite hit the 
 right nail on the head. After all, interests 
 don't come first. I have a thousand in- 
 terests, and I'm the most discontented 
 woman in London. What we want to 
 make life nice and happy is " 
 
 VOL. I. L 
 
162 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 She looked round the table, smiling. 
 
 "Eesponse/' said Noel. 
 
 " Indeed ! " cried she, with scorn. " You 
 are most original, Dr Triamond. But you 
 are also most untruthful. You have actu- 
 ally published in the face of the whole world 
 that — in your opinion — it is ill health which 
 makes life unbearable. And now you sit 
 there smiling, and say it s irresponsiveness ! 
 Upon my word, who can rely on a man? 
 Who shall decide when the very same doctor 
 disagrees with himself ? Next we shall have 
 Mr Ascot and Kufus saying it isn't the ob- 
 duracy of a certain lady that makes life a 
 wilderness to them. Well, ratting seems 
 fashionable ! If she spoke truth, perhaps 
 Clemency has given up her theory, too ? " 
 
 ''Just at this moment, I have," said 
 Clemency. I have come to the conclu- 
 sion that bad wills and rash promises are 
 what make the world detestable." 
 
 She spoke with some energy. A bright 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 163 
 
 colour glowed in her cheeks. Kawley 
 sighed. 
 
 ''I don't know how it happens," he said. 
 ''But life is detestable." 
 
 ''I can't allow that/' said Noel. 
 
 " Nor I/' added Clemency, quickly. I'm 
 sorry I said what I did just now. Dr 
 Triamond is right. Life is not detest- 
 able." 
 
 " You are all right and you are all wrong," 
 said Fay. ''Life is neither good nor bad, 
 neither valuable nor worthless. It is simply 
 the only condition we know, and we have to 
 make the best of it. What's the good of 
 asking a million ridiculous questions and in- 
 venting oceans of preposterous theories about 
 it? Discontent has done the most for us, 
 and so I mean to tell Miss Prime. If people 
 hadn't been discontented, we should all of 
 us be still squatting just outside the Garden 
 of Eden ; and there'd have been no inven- 
 tions and no discoveries, and no history and 
 
164 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 no England. And where in the world should 
 we have been without England ? 
 
 " How you dash on, Fay ! " observed Miss 
 Kenyard. "Do you ever think before you 
 speak ? " 
 
 ''Always, dear Miss Kenyard/' replied 
 Fay. " Don't you see my logic ? In mere 
 organic life there is no joy. Discontent is 
 the distinguishing mark between man and 
 beast. It is the very salt of life. Show me 
 a contented man, and I'll show you a man of 
 low aims." 
 
 " Bravo ! '' said Noel. 
 
 " I wish you weren't quite so clever, Miss 
 Eawley," said Ascot. "I can't quite follow 
 you." 
 
 "But, dear Fay, that's what Miss Prime 
 meant. She implied that discontent should 
 elevate us," said Clemency. " She inferred 
 that discontent ought to become ambition." 
 
 " Did she ? " said Fay. " Well, I maintain 
 that the discontented have done far more to 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 165 
 
 better the world than the ambitious. Ambi- 
 tion meddles with mankind ; then it dies, 
 and mankind slips back into its own old 
 grooves. But discontent improves its own 
 condition ; and if a great many individuals 
 are bent on improving their own conditions, 
 it follows that the condition of the whole 
 world is improved. It's a selfish theory, 
 but it's a true one. It s selfishness that has 
 got the world on. Selfishness created morals 
 because men didn't like being robbed and 
 killed. Selfishness educed art and science 
 because men wanted ease and enjoyment. 
 I tell you, it's the people with selfish aims — 
 not the people with noble ambitions— who 
 have benefited the world. Look at your 
 theory, Clemency ! It's a very fine one. 
 But it would die if selfish people didn't take 
 it up. And then there's Dr Triamond's 
 theory. I grant it's a grand one. But it 
 will come to nothing if he can't make the 
 selfish people see that it is for their own 
 
166 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 personal advantage to cultivate health. And 
 that's why I don't think it will ever succeed. 
 I don't want to damp your ardour, Dr Tri- 
 amond ; but I'm sure selfishness will balk 
 you. You see, a great many people like to 
 be ill. They think it gives them a sort of 
 prestige, and you can't offend them more 
 than by telling them they look well. Your 
 scheme will never act, because it won't appeal 
 to selfishness and discontent." 
 
 It will, when people know more," said 
 Noel. '^At present, it has never dawned 
 upon the generality that disease is an acci- 
 dent — the result of carelessness, and stupid- 
 ity, and ignorance." 
 
 ''Stuff!" exclaimed Eawley, irritably. 
 " You're a rich man, Triamond, and you can 
 afford to have crotchets. But your crotchets 
 won't save one person half an hour's suffer- 
 ing." 
 
 '' But my researches may," said Noel, with 
 quiet confidence. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 1G7 
 
 ''I daresay/' cried Fay, laughing. ''Cen- 
 turies hence — when materialism and Biblical 
 criticism have quite swept away Genesis — 
 people will talk of the new Adam and Eve 
 who arose in the nineteenth century, and 
 who, instead of coming out of Paradise, went 
 into it, and took the world with them ! " 
 
 " ' I wonder you will still be talking, Fay. 
 Nobody marks you,' " quoted Miss Kenyard. 
 
 But Fay's words had been marked. Cle- 
 mency was blushing. Noel had looked at her 
 instantly, and had turned away his gaze as 
 he saw the colour rush into her cheeks. 
 
 ''You are very sarcastic and unkind. Miss 
 Eawley," he said. "And you have led us 
 into a labyrinth of arguments, so that w^e 
 none of us know where we started, and what 
 point we were to arrive at. That's the 
 worst of talking. It's why I prefer to write. 
 Conversation is too tortuous." 
 
 Fay's conversation is, at all events," said 
 Eawley, severely. 
 
168 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " No, no ! " cried Ascot, with gallantry. 
 Conversation was meant to be tortuous/' 
 said Fay, calmly. I can't bear people who 
 stick to their point, as they call it. If you 
 stick to your point, it means that you are 
 tedious and disagreeable. I never stick to 
 mine. Fm going to say something now 
 that's pretty wide of the mark. And yet it 
 bears on the general subject. You want to 
 make life nice, Dr Triamond. Well, make 
 it nice to men in the way you think best. 
 But, for heaven's sake, do suffer a woman to 
 tell you how to make it nice to women ! 
 I tell you, we don't mind being ill. But 
 we do mind being plain. A plain woman 
 isn't happy, if she is Hygeia herself. But a 
 pretty woman can be perfectly happy, even 
 if she is afflicted with every ache in the 
 world. Eeal feminine happiness lies in 
 beauty. Find out some way for making us 
 all lovely, and we won't grumble, even if you 
 can't exterminate disease." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 169 
 
 Then Fay arose and took the other ladies 
 up-stairs into the red drawing-room. 
 
 ''Fay, Fay, what a mischievous girl you 
 are ! " said Miss Kenyard, shaking her head. 
 
 Fay threw herself down on a low stool at 
 Clemency's feet. 
 
 ''Darling Clemency, does Miss Kenyard 
 mean that I've vexed you ? " she cried. 
 
 Clemency blushed again. 
 
 "No, dear," she said, stroking Fay's hair. 
 "But you do talk very wildly. I think it 
 would be better if you sometimes reflected 
 before you say witty things." 
 
 " I'm so sorry ! " cried Fay. 
 
 " You are a little too free, my dear," said 
 Miss Kenyard. "We all admire your gen- 
 uineness. But you should think of others. 
 Outspokenness at another's expense ceases 
 to be fun. And it is ill-bred to couple 
 people's names. No frankness can condone 
 that." 
 
 " Oh, don't be hard on her ! " said Clemency. 
 
170 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Fm SO sorry ! " repeated Fay. " I really 
 didn't mean — I forgot — I never thought : 
 conversation is so tortuous, as Dr Triamond 
 said. That reminds me, Clemency darling, 
 IVe got another piece of news for you. You 
 know I told you that Dr Triamond had 
 fallen a victim to my charms at first sight ? " 
 
 Yes," said Clemency. 
 ''Don't laugh, dear!" cried Fay. ''I 
 taxed him with it, and he owned to it at 
 once. It suits me very well. I like to say I 
 have conquered a man of mark. Of course 
 I don't respond. I'm not like Eufus. Eufus 
 loves — I don't. Eufus has been in love with 
 you for a year or more. He likes it. I should 
 hate such a luxury." 
 
 Dear Fay, you seem determined to make 
 me blush this evening," said Clemency. 
 
 '' Well, you looked too pale when you 
 came in," said Fay. " I should have thought 
 you'd been crying, only you have nothing to 
 cry for. But listen to me ! Of course I am 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 171 
 
 deaf to Dr Triamond's suit. Like Don Pe- 
 dro, he's too fine a gentleman for everyday 
 wear. But what do you think of a real 
 lover ? and who do you think he is ? " 
 
 Dear Fay, how can you go on in this 
 way ? " 
 
 But who do you think my lover is, Cle- 
 mency ? " 
 
 " I couldn't say." 
 
 " Because you think Fm too plain to have 
 a lover ? " 
 
 Oh no, dear, not that ! " 
 
 " You are very sweet. Clemency. But in- 
 deed, Fm surprised myself. I never expected 
 to have a lover. I thought, when I was forty, 
 some unfortunate widower would ask me to 
 come and save him from his cheating ser- 
 vants, and chaperon his daughters. I never 
 expected to have a real lover at five-and- 
 twenty." 
 
 " Who is he. Fay ? 
 
 " He's an old lover of yours, Clemency. 
 
172 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 That's the one sore spot. Td rather have 
 had a brand-new one. But I suppose a fright 
 like me can't expect that." 
 
 Oh, Fay, you are too kind about me ! I 
 have no lovers that I know of." 
 
 " Haven't you ? " said Fay. " Well, I know 
 better. Rufus doesn't speak ; but he'd like 
 to, if he dared. And so would my lover. At 
 least he wouldn't now. I've watched him 
 narrowly, and he's really in love with me. 
 But it's only a transferred affection. He 
 does everything to me that I used to observe 
 him do to you." 
 
 Do tell me who he is. Fay. Or are you 
 only joking ? " 
 
 ''No, darling, I'm not joking. I'm quite 
 serious. I have a lover. And he is — G. 
 Ascot." 
 
 "G. Ascot!" 
 
 Fay nodded. 
 
 " He is really very much epris,'' she said. 
 I suppose I shall have to give in." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 173 
 
 Do you like him, Fay ? " 
 
 Oh yes ! That is, I can put up with him. 
 Fm not in love with him, if that's what you 
 mean." 
 
 " Oh, Fay, Fay, don't play with edged 
 tools!" 
 
 " But what am I to do, Clemency ? Am I 
 to wait for the widower ? " 
 
 " Why need you marry at all, Fay ? " 
 
 " Oh, Clemency, how easy it is for a beau- 
 tiful w^oman to say, ' Why need you marry ? ' " 
 
 " I don't understand you. Fay dear." 
 
 " Don't you ? Well, I mean this : women 
 don't care an iota to love, or to be loved, or 
 to marry. But they do care to be admired. 
 And the only way in which a plain woman 
 can show she has been admired is by marry- 
 ing. I know Fm attractive ; but it will kill 
 me if I can't give the world an absohite proof 
 of my attractiveness. So I must marry G. 
 Ascot, in case my widower never turns up, or 
 in case I die first. Fm not like you, darling. 
 
174 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 — / can't marry any one I please. You 
 can." 
 
 " Can I ? " said Clemency. 
 
 She rose suddenly. 
 I want to play you a valse that a mem- 
 ber of the Society has composed, and dedicated 
 to me/' she said. 
 
 She went to the piano. Fay would have 
 followed ; but Miss Kenyard beckoned to her, 
 and she obeyed the summons. 
 
 Scold me, scold me ! " she cried. " I 
 know I deserve it. My tongue is too long. 
 But what am I to do ? IVe got nothing else." 
 
 Thus it was, that when the gentlemen came 
 up-stairs, Clemency was sitting alone at the 
 piano. Noel entered the room first, and he 
 went to her side immediately. Rawley re- 
 signed himself to Miss Kenyard. Fay turned 
 to Ascot.* 
 
 Fm glad you've come," she said. My 
 self-respect wants reviving. Miss Kenyard 
 has been scolding me dreadfully." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 175 
 
 " Has she ? " inquired Ascot. " What 
 for?" 
 
 "Oh, for dozens of things ! First, for 
 talking too much ; and then for the tone 
 of my conversation. I don't mean my artic- 
 ulation — that is beyond praise ; but what 
 she calls the tone^ — the scope, you know, 
 the fittingness." . 
 
 " / think your conversation is delightful," 
 said Ascot. 
 
 Thank you. I knew you'd say that, and 
 I wanted to hear it said. It depresses me 
 so to think ill of myself. I feed on compli- 
 ments, you know, Mr Ascot. I should die 
 without them." 
 
 " I should think you get plenty. Miss 
 Eawley." 
 
 " Well, I get a good few," admitted Fay. 
 
 Not too many. I should like to be always 
 on a pedestal, with adoring crowds for ever 
 at my feet. You adore me, Mr Ascot. But 
 you aren't a crowd ; you're only one man." 
 
176 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " I know," said Ascot, sighing. I can't 
 cut myself up. I would if I could." 
 Would you really?" 
 
 " rd do anything to please you, Miss 
 Eawley." 
 
 ''Then I hope you'll forget w^hat Baby 
 Vaynshaw told you, Mr Ascot." 
 
 " What ! That you liked me ! " 
 
 " Hush ! Yes. I like no one. It s very 
 impertinent of men to suppose women can 
 like them. IVe told Dr Triamond so." 
 
 " Did you ? " 
 
 ''I did." 
 
 Ascot looked at her. 
 
 " You are so strange. Miss Eawley." 
 
 ''I am so clever, Mr Ascot, and so charming." 
 
 " Yes, indeed ! But you shouldn't have 
 told Triamond that. He's really a good 
 fellow — not a stupid dolt, like me. Some- 
 body must like him some day." 
 
 " Somebody will endure him some day, no 
 doubt," said Fay. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 177 
 
 Do you think Miss Damian ever will ? " 
 asked Ascot. 
 No." 
 
 "Why not? They seem talking very 
 earnestly." 
 
 "Very likely. But I don't think she'll 
 ever endure him. On second thoughts, I 
 don't think any woman would. Dr Triamond 
 is a man who might be hated. He couldn't 
 be endured,'' 
 
 Clemency had left off ptaying. But she 
 was still seated at the piano. She and Noel 
 were, in truth, talking earnestly. 
 
 "Life is a great whole," said Noel. "It 
 ought to be prized in its entirety. If we 
 value sight, and hearing, and reason, and 
 memory, we ought to value life — of which 
 these gifts are only portions — still more. 
 To say we esteem sight and reason while 
 we despise life, is like saying we admire the 
 lips and .the teeth, but not the mouth." 
 
 Clemency smiled. 
 
 VOL. I. M 
 
178 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''That is just what I think/' she said. 
 "My grandfather taught me to rejoice in 
 it. He esteemed it, as you do." 
 
 " I suppose he was a very happy man," 
 said Noel. 
 
 No, I don t think he was," returned 
 Clemency. '' My grandmother and my 
 mother and father all died as young people, 
 and my grandfather had no one but me. He 
 was well off. But he hadn't at all a happy 
 disposition, and he always looked sad and 
 as if he were in pain. Once I asked him if 
 he suffered ; and he said No, but that he had 
 once seen a sight which had weighed upon 
 his mind ever since." 
 
 I wonder what ! " said Noel. 
 " I asked ; and he told me he had been 
 present at a young man's premature death. 
 He wouldn't tell me any of the particulars. 
 But he shuddered when he spoke of it ; and 
 I thought it must have happened in some 
 terrible way — some dreadful accident, or a 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 179 
 
 duel perhaps. People fought duels when he 
 was young. But I was only fourteen when 
 he died, and I never pressed the subject." 
 
 "It is very interesting/' said Noel. I 
 wonder if I might ask — should you mind 
 telling me your grandfather s name ? " 
 
 He spoke eagerly. Clemency looked at 
 him, surprised. 
 
 " My grandfather s name was Henry Barry/' 
 she replied. 
 
 Noel sighed. 
 I have astonished you/' he said. But I 
 
 thought it possible Let me explain. My 
 
 adopted father, Bishop Scroll — who also has 
 an unparalleled respect for human life — was 
 present also at a strange death, the details of 
 which he won't tell me, but which I believe 
 to have been a duel. But the name of the 
 other boy who was present was D'Aubert, and 
 his daughter married a Mr Goldmount." 
 
 I never heard either of those names," said 
 Clemency. ''There must have been many 
 
180 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 duels in those days ; and I don't wonder that 
 any children who were unlucky enough to 
 see such a thing would be permanently im- 
 pressed by it. It made my grandfather advo- 
 cate occupation. I expect idleness led to the 
 quarrel whose fatal result he saw. Of course 
 he influenced me very much, as I remember 
 neither of my parents ; and I have tried to 
 make other people industrious and fond of 
 life." 
 
 She sighed. 
 
 " Other people ! " repeated Noel. " I hope 
 you are fond of life ? " 
 
 She paused for a few moments. Then she 
 raised her eyes to his. 
 
 ''No; I am not fond of life/' she said — 
 ''that is, my own life is not precious to 
 me. There is a reason for this ; but I never 
 mention it, because it overthrows my prin- 
 ciples, and it is purely personal. A similar 
 reason would not be likely to exist for any 
 one else." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 181 
 
 Noel looked at her, and wondered. He 
 could not imagine what peculiar circumstance 
 should be able to set at naught, in her own 
 case, the ruling principle of this beautiful 
 woman's life. But he could not ask. Her man- 
 ner was not cold, but it forbade questioning. 
 
 " Exceptions prove the rule," he observed. 
 "In general terms, I maintain that people 
 in perfect health must enjoy life ; but it 
 is quite possible that other circumstances 
 might combine to render even a healthy life 
 very miserable. However, I assert that the 
 healthier a man is, the more power he has to 
 rise above circumstances.'' 
 
 ''Yes," said Clemency. 
 
 ''There must be sorrow because of death," 
 continued Noel. " But if the human race were 
 perfectly healthy, there would be very little 
 permanent misery. There would cease to be 
 the distorted workings of unhealthy brains ; 
 and these cause half the unhappiness under 
 the sun." 
 
182 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''Wouldn't there still be the unhappiness 
 which springs from sin ? said Clemency. 
 
 "No/' he replied. ''What we call sin is 
 disease. In a state of absolute sanity, sin 
 could not exist." 
 
 "You are indeed painting an Arcadia!" 
 exclaimed Clemency. 
 
 "Death and separation, and perhaps cer- 
 tain disappointments, should be our only 
 sorrows," he said. " Why was the human race 
 evolved, if it is never to become perfect ? " 
 
 " I hope you are right," said she. 
 
 " I think I am, Miss Damian. But I am 
 only a pioneer. I shall never see the end — 
 perhaps not the beginning. Ages will pass 
 before the ideal is realised ; but I am confi- 
 dent that it will be realised, and that there 
 will come a time when men will look back 
 upon this present epoch of sufi*ering as we 
 now look back upon the age of prehistoric 
 man." 
 
 " Oh, Dr Triamond, you make me feel 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 183 
 
 ashamed of my foolish little system ! " said 
 she. 
 
 ''Nay," he rejoined. ''Your system is of 
 the profoundest consequence. You have hit 
 upon a great truth in declaring that life is 
 worthless to the unemployed and the unin- 
 terested. It is worthless, because it is dis- 
 eased. Idle people are almost always the 
 victims of disease. Of course, employment 
 can't arrest fevers, or stay organic mischief ; 
 but it can check nervous disorders, and over- 
 throw hypochondriacism. My theory w^ould 
 be useless without yours. If I am to deliver 
 the world from the incubus of disease, I must 
 do it with the co-operation of employment. 
 You must help me," he added. 
 
 " Oh, Dr Triamond, I hope what you wish 
 will come to pass ! I only wish I could live 
 to see it." 
 
 " You are very kind. Miss Damian." 
 
 " Do you wish to live to see it, Dr Tria- 
 mond ? " 
 
184 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 No ; for then I must live a thousand 
 years, at least. If I can see my theory 
 accepted and my college earnestly at work, 
 I can die content." 
 
 " But it is hard that you should sow and 
 others reap/' said Clemency. 
 
 " I would rather sow/' said he. 
 
 Then Miss Damian's carriage was announced, 
 and the party broke up. 
 
 " I can t ask you fellows to stay and 
 smoke," said Eawley disconsolately, when 
 he had seen the ladies into their brougham. 
 " I don't smoke — unless I'm out of town. 
 I can't. Somebody might send for me, you 
 know. It's an awful thing to have a private 
 practice." 
 
 " That's why Mr Ascot deprived the pro- 
 fession of his great intellect," said Fay, 
 slily. He preferred tobacco. It's a great 
 pity. Lots of people who are pining to die 
 might have passed away so comfortably 
 under Mr Ascot's surveillance." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 185 
 
 " Oh, Miss Eawley, you are too bad ! " 
 cried Ascot. 
 
 But Fay only laughed, and said good- 
 night. 
 
 " Go and cure Eufus's broken heart ! " she 
 cried. Til give mine to whichever of you 
 can do that." 
 
 Then I shall do my very best," said 
 Noel, bowing low. 
 
 Ascot groaned. 
 
 ''It isnt a joke," he said. ''Hearts do 
 break. Don't they, Triamond ? Don't they, 
 Eawley?" 
 
 Then the visitors departed together. As- 
 cot groaned again as they walked down the 
 street. 
 
 " I'm awfully hard hit, Triamond," he . 
 &aid. 
 
 " Are you ? " returned Noel, abstractedly. 
 " Yes. Isn't she awfully jolly ? " 
 " Is she ? " said Noel, in the same tone. 
 " I must have her, Triamond. I've got 
 
186 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 money enough to marry. Don't you cut 
 me out ! " 
 
 " Cut you out ! Who with ? " asked 
 Noel. 
 
 "Who with? Why, Miss Rawley, of 
 course ! " 
 
 ^'Oh! Miss Rawley. No, I wont cut 
 you out." 
 
 " You could if you tried, you know," said 
 Ascot, dubiously. 
 
 Well, but Fm not going to try." 
 
 Isn't she jolly, Triamond ? " 
 " Very." 
 
 I wonder you don't like her ! " 
 
 I do — immensely." 
 
 But you promised " 
 
 Yes, yes, G. Don't be afraid. I'm not 
 going to interfere with you." 
 
 I don't want to go through it all again," 
 said Ascot, plaintively. " I've been awfully 
 in love with Miss Damian till quite lately. 
 But I've thrown her off. She's as cold as a 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 187 
 
 statue. I think Fm safe with Miss Eawley, 
 because my cousins told me she liked me 
 before I began. I can't be made ill again. 
 Miss Damian made me quite ill." 
 
 You don't mean to say you ventured 
 to make Miss Damian an offer ! '' exclaimed 
 Noel. 
 
 " No, I didn't. I'm not quite such a fool 
 as I look. But I felt the pain, all the same." 
 
 There was a pause. 
 I've got to go out of town for a week or 
 so," remarked Ascot. It's an awful nui- 
 sance, just as I've got in with Miss Eawley. 
 When I come back, you come with me to the 
 Dolce far niente, and I'll introduce you to 
 Aura Hill." 
 
 Thank you, G., I don't want to know 
 her." 
 
 " There's no reason you shouldn't, Tria- 
 mond." 
 
 " I daresay ; but I don't wish for the 
 acquaintance." 
 
188 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " But you'll come with me and see her, 
 won't you ? She's awfully pretty." 
 
 " Oh yes, I'll come ! " said Noel. " I should 
 like to see Aura Hill ; but I don't want to 
 know her. Do you see the difference, G. ? " 
 
189 
 
 CHAPTER VIIL 
 
 Noel passed the next few weeks delight- 
 fully. He was young, rich, and handsome, 
 and society was glad of his acquaintance. 
 Wherever he chose to go, he went ; whomso- 
 ever he chose to know, he knew. Men liked 
 him because he was genial ; women liked him 
 because he was sympathetic. The weary old 
 world caressed him because he had burst 
 upon it as something new. His own profes- 
 sion regarded him as an interesting specimen 
 of eccentricity. Great and small, the doctors 
 scanned him carefully. They were amused at 
 his enthusiasm, and some sneered at it; but 
 they applauded his sincerity and his catholic 
 spirit, and most were pleased to know him. He 
 
190 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 would never root out disease, they said among 
 themselves, but he might make interesting 
 observations, for which busier men had no 
 time ; and at all events, the College of Re- 
 search — when he had established it — would 
 do good. At least, it would enable poor men 
 with talent to bring their ideas forward. So 
 they encouraged him. 
 
 At this time Noel fully exemplified the 
 truth of his own theory. He was full of 
 health and vigour, and life was a pure enjoy- 
 ment to him. He was hard at work collect- 
 ing data for his book. He had charged 
 himself with the care of two or three of 
 Rawley s patients, upon whose cases he 
 wished to make observations. He was nego- 
 tiating the purchase of land on which to erect 
 his College of Research. Added to all this, he 
 was wooing Clemency Damian. The psycho- 
 logical bond — in which he believed — had 
 existed from the first between himself and 
 her, and from the first he had recognised it. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 191 
 
 Before May was out, it had come to pass that 
 to see Clemency and to hold converse with 
 her was the end and object of Noel's life, and 
 that to pass a day without seeing her and 
 conversing with her was to lose a day alto- 
 gether. He worshipped her. To him she was 
 an ideal woman. His very theory was sub- 
 servient to her. It appeared to him that he 
 esteemed it now only inasmuch as it inter- 
 ested her and she applauded it. He had 
 entirely forgotten Eva Goldmount. The 
 Bishop's behest had vanished from his remem- 
 brance. Clemency absorbed his thoughts. 
 He loved with all his might. 
 
 Eawley saw it, and took his friend to task. 
 
 ''You'll rue it, Triamond," he said, warn- 
 ingly. " You are letting yourself fall in love. 
 You're a fool. Marry if you choose ; but, for 
 heaven's sake, don't love ! " 
 
 But Noel went on his way unheeding. He 
 knew that Clemency was considered cold. 
 She was greatly admired — her beauty was 
 
192 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 too striking to be overlooked ; but the men 
 who would have loved her were chilled by 
 the gravity and unresponsiveness of her de- 
 meanour. Eawley and Ascot, and such as 
 imagined that they had fallen in love with 
 her, were soon driven away. Perhaps no 
 man had dared to make her an offer of mar- 
 riage. She was essentially a woman who was 
 beloved by her own sex. The popularity of 
 Fay Eawley, and of Baby and Totty Vayn- 
 shaw, did not appertain to her. She never 
 flirted : coquetry was to her a beautiful wea- 
 pon, only to be drawn forth for a sacred pur- 
 pose. All women loved her. Among men, 
 her friends were elderly. Dr Gabriel, Mr 
 Item, Mr Paradine, and Sir Jessamy Gerra- 
 my, were her principal allies. She seemed to 
 be withdrawn from the ordinary preferences 
 and aversions of young women. Noel, in- 
 deed, was the first young man w^hose confi- 
 dence she had received readily and returned 
 amply. Noel did not find her cold ; but he 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 193 
 
 felt that she stood aloof from him and from 
 all the world. There was a reserve and a mys- 
 tery about her that he could not comprehend. 
 She did not repel his advances, but she nega- 
 tived them, by seeming not to see them. 
 
 After a time Noel received the idea that 
 Clemency's reticence was due to the influence 
 of her guardian. Fines seemed to haunt his 
 ward. Where she went, he went. He was 
 perpetually at her house. True, he never 
 put himself forward; he never interrupted 
 her unduly ; he was always polite to her 
 friends and paternally attentive to herself. 
 But he was always hovering near her; he 
 always knew what she was doing. He seemed 
 to be constantly watchful of her. More than 
 once Noel had noticed a look in his face that 
 he could not perfectly interpret. In a younger 
 man it might have been jealousy, it might 
 have been anger, it might have been a low 
 and coarse admiration. But in an elderly 
 man towards his ward, these passions seemed 
 
 VOL. I. N 
 
194 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 impossible, and Noel strove to forget what lie 
 had observed. He thought that his own 
 wooing had been insufficient, and he redoubled 
 his attentions. But Fines's paternal assidui- 
 ties outdid him. Noel was ardent. But Fines's 
 position enabled him to exercise an easy 
 audacity which outran ardour. Noel's court- 
 ship was devoted. But Fines's quiet posses- 
 siveness opposed itself to the idea of court- 
 ship, with a strength that was put forward 
 without flourish of trumpets, but resistlessly. 
 Noel wooed. But it seemed to him that Fines 
 had already won, not Clemency's affection 
 certainly, but at least her compliance with 
 his will. He was puzzled. Then Eawley 
 took him to task again. 
 
 ''Why are you such an ass, Triamond?" 
 he said. Isn't your intelligence strong 
 enough to tell you that Miss Damian doesn't 
 care a rush for you ? For Heaven's sake, my 
 dear fellow, do give over ! " 
 
 But how do you know I have any 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 195 
 
 thought of Miss Damian ? asked Noel. 
 " She's good enough to notice me ; that's 
 all." 
 
 ''Oh, is it?" sneered Eawley. "Don't 
 talk to me ; I know the symptoms of the 
 disease a great deal too well ! You've got it, 
 my boy, and you'll be coming to me to help 
 you before many weeks are over ; and I tell 
 you fairly, and in advance, I can't do any- 
 thing for you. I know nothing about love- 
 philtres. But love is the deadliest of dis- 
 eases; that I do know. You find out how 
 to cure love, and you really will benefit 
 mankind. At present you're doing no good. 
 Your ridiculous theory is making all the 
 world laugh, and yet you won't discourage 
 the one disease that is more or less in 
 people's own hands, and that brings more 
 gloom into the universe than all the rest 
 put together ! " 
 
 And the irascible little doctor, who had 
 jumped out of his brougham to give his 
 
196 
 
 THEEEBY. 
 
 friend this gratuitous advice, jumped into 
 it again, and was driven away. 
 
 His remarks made Noel feel uncomfortable. 
 He gloried in loving Clemency. But did he 
 really love her in vain ? And he believed 
 in the practicability of his theory. But was 
 he really making himself ridiculous in the 
 eyes of the world ? He went, almost mechan- 
 ically, to Clemency's house. He found that 
 several people were with her. Mrs Vayn- 
 shaw had come to bring important news. 
 She was full of elation. Both her brothers 
 were there, and Mr Item ; but she talked 
 for the whole group. 
 
 " The delightful news came this morning," 
 she was saying. ''I do feel so wretched ! 
 I ought to have been there. Such untold 
 happiness it is to me ! And I do so dote 
 on wee babies ; and a baby-boy,, too ! I 
 never had a boy of my own, and I should 
 so like to play with a baby-boy ! Fm sure 
 darling Missy makes a lovely young mother ! 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 197 
 
 They say I did. I used to wear white muslin 
 and a blue sash, and every one thought I 
 was the elder sister — they did indeed, Miss 
 Kenyard ! Nobody believed the infant was 
 mine. It s such a pity girls will go to India ; 
 it puts mothers in such a position." 
 
 Mothers oughtn't to exist/' Sir Jessamy 
 put in. " People ought to be evolved. Adam 
 and Eve were created, and every one ought 
 to be created. One oughtn't to be worried 
 by family ties. Family ties curtail the lives 
 of affectionate people in the most terrible 
 way." 
 
 You've told us that so often, Jessamy, 
 that it would amuse us more if you said 
 something else," remarked Dr Gabriel. 
 
 Oh, I like to hear Sir Jessamy repeat 
 his creed," said Clemency. Don't you, Dr 
 Triamond ? It's his theory for making life 
 valuable ; and as I air my own pretty often, 
 I can't grudge him the advocating of his." 
 
 I've just parted from Eufus Eawley," 
 
198 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 said Noel. He declares it's love that 
 makes life disagreeable." 
 
 "So it is/' said Sir Jessamy. ''Family 
 affection undermines the constitution ; love 
 slays it. I never tried love ; I knew it would 
 kill me. Family affection was forced upon 
 me, and I'm sure it's taken several decades 
 off my life. I ought to have been an only 
 child. No one knows the anxiety I've had 
 with my nieces and my nephew G. ; and now 
 there's a great-nephew ! Why did Missy do 
 it ? I shall never know tranquillity again. 
 A thousand things may happen to the boy ! 
 A snake may bite him, or a black servant 
 may teach him to tell lies, or he may be 
 drowned coming home, or he may die of 
 cholera before he has time to come home. 
 It's the saddest thing ! " 
 
 '' Well, I mustn't stay," said Mrs Vayn- 
 shaw, rising. I've several other calls to 
 make, and dear Mrs Love is coming to din- 
 ner. I flew to her directly I got the news 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 199 
 
 this morning, and oh, how we cried ! Baby 
 and Totty are delighted. The sweet girls 
 say they know their little nephew is the 
 roguiest-poguiest little fellow in the world. 
 The dear child was doing well, and weighed 
 seven pounds — dear Missy, I mean. Babies 
 always do well. Good-bye ! " 
 
 " So my niece weighs seven pounds ! " ob- 
 served Dr Gabriel, reflectively. " Well, that 
 must be the effect of climate. She left Eng- 
 land quite a properly developed person, I 
 assure you, Triamond." 
 
 Indeed ! " said Noel, vaguely. 
 
 He was not thinking of Mrs Vaynshaw's 
 daughter. 
 
 My sister and her daughters are very 
 good examples of the correctness of your 
 theory," Dr Gabriel went on. " They have 
 — and always have had — perfect health, and 
 they are perfectly happy, and enjoy life 
 exceedingly.'' 
 
 But Fm afraid they won t live long," 
 
200 THEREBY. 
 
 said Sir Jessamy, shaking his head. "They 
 don't let things glide. They're always on the 
 rush. They dash into luncheon half an hour 
 late, and gobble up anything they can get, 
 and dash off again, without the faintest re- 
 gard for their digestions. And the care of the 
 digestion is a very sacred duty. You ought 
 to impress it on them, John. And then they 
 marry ! It's dreadful the way they marry," 
 Sir Jessamy went on softly, turning a little 
 more towards Miss Kenyard. 
 
 Under cover of his unexciting flow of 
 words, Noel addressed himself to Clemency. 
 
 " Eawley tells me every one is laughing 
 at me and my theory," said he, in a low 
 voice. 
 
 " Are they ? / am not," returned she. 
 Thank you. Miss Damian. But do people 
 laugh ? " 
 
 " I don't know." 
 Even if they do, I shall go on," he said, 
 resolutely. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 201 
 
 " We will ask Dr Gabriel/' said Clemency. 
 
 Dr Gabriel, do you laugh at Dr Triamond s 
 theory?" 
 
 Dr Gabriel looked serious. 
 It s a very grand theory/' said he, after 
 a moment. " But like all grand theories — 
 like the philosophies of Greece, and the reli- 
 gions of the East, and the systems of such 
 men as Wesley and Comte — it will fail.'' 
 
 " Why should it fail ? " demanded Noel. 
 
 It deals with the tangible. Eeligions and 
 philosophies deal with the intangible." 
 
 " They all deal with human nature," said 
 Dr Gabriel. ^' And human nature is careless, 
 and unforeseeing, and rash. The story of 
 Adam and Eve is a perfect parable, and must 
 have sprung from the brain of a genius. 
 Adam threw aw^ay Paradise for an apple — 
 that is human nature. It is the few — the 
 very few — who can grasp the Epicurean dog- 
 ma : Choose a present inconvenience which 
 will occasion a future pleasure, rather than an 
 
202 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 immediate joy which will endanger future 
 happiness." 
 
 " But don't you think education may 
 gradually lead to a higher wisdom?" said 
 Clemency. 
 
 My dear Miss Damian, I do not/' replied 
 Dr Gabriel. Epicureanism never conquered 
 the world ; neither has Christianity, although 
 the latter threatens those who disregard its 
 noble morality with eternal suffering. And 
 the very Christians themselves have been the 
 most arrogant and implacable of men, and 
 the least like their Master. Human nature 
 is as immovable as mountains. Youll never 
 make the masses prescient." 
 
 ''But you are a pessimist," said Clemency. 
 
 " I am a pessimist, Miss Damian, because 
 I have studied human nature attentively, 
 and I see that it is stubborn. So many great 
 men have arisen since the world began, that, 
 if human nature were not stronger than the 
 great men, the great men must long ago have 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 203 
 
 triumphed, and made the world virtuous, and 
 strong, and happy. But we can't fight against 
 the inexorable. We might as well try and 
 make the sun rise in the west." 
 
 " Then is Dr Triamond to spend his life for 
 nothing ? " said Clemency. 
 
 She spoke plaintively. She knew that 
 Noel was suffering, and she raised her eyes 
 to his. He smiled. Her sympathy sup- 
 ported him. 
 
 " I don't say so," replied Dr Gabriel. 
 
 Triamond is perhaps a great man, and great 
 men must look for disappointment to them- 
 selves and failure to their schemes. But each 
 great man brings the world a step nearer 
 to an ultimate possible perfection. It is an 
 optimistic possibility in which I don't believe. 
 But belief in it has done good." 
 
 " There must be laws ! " cried Mr Item, 
 briskly. " Triamond must get into Parlia- 
 ment, and say what he means ; and we must 
 bring legislation to bear upon it. You want 
 
204 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 to eliminate disease, Triamond ? Well, you 
 must report upon the causes of disease, 
 and we must render those causes illegal. 
 Dirt is a cause. So is bad air and bad 
 water. They must be made punishable." 
 
 There human nature steps in again," 
 said Dr Gabriel. " Human nature doesn't care 
 a jot for punishment. Why, even the fear 
 of hanging doesn't put a stop to murder ! 
 And slighter punishments are mere nothings 
 to the classes for whom we principally legis- 
 late. Nothing can make human nature care 
 for consequences. It lives in the present." 
 
 ''Then what can I do?" said Noel, pa- 
 thetically. 
 
 " Go on, go on ! " cried Clemency, with 
 warmth. You will do something — you must 
 do something ! " 
 
 '' Yes ; you must do something," said Dr 
 Gabriel. ''It is in you, Triamond, and you 
 will set your mark upon your generation. 
 But I don't think that either you, or the 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 205 
 
 lofty-minded men who will doubtless follow 
 in your steps, will ever purge away disease. 
 You can't do it, because you can never reach 
 the final cause, which began when the human 
 race began, and which lies in the inherent 
 ignorance and obstinacy of human nature. 
 The human race isn't a race of giants ; and 
 you remember, the many Lilliputians over- 
 came the one Gulliver. Preach your gospel, 
 but don t anticipate a great universal success.'' 
 Preach your gospel and make it law, 
 and it ivill be a great universal success ! " 
 cried Mr Item. Law is all-powerful." 
 
 So it is," acquiesced Dr Gabriel. Nat- 
 ural law is so powerful that it entirely 
 engulfs the law of man." 
 
 " Pooh ! " ejaculated Mr Item. " Triamond, 
 I look upon you as one of the coming men. 
 You must stand at the next election. You 
 must agitate your theories. We must have 
 you on a platform, and you must preach 
 your gospel, and you must compel obedience. 
 
206 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Now, Miss Damian, I see you are going to 
 contradict me, and I can't brook it. I tell 
 you, Dr Triamond must get his own way, 
 but only by legislation. Good-bye." 
 
 For a few moments the three who were 
 left kept silence. 
 
 " I know a man near Coventry who really 
 understands how to live felicitously," they 
 heard Sir Jessamy saying. "He owns a 
 strawberry garden, and all the strawberry 
 plants grow in narrow beds raised to the 
 height of one's hand, and one just moves 
 along and picks them without stooping. 
 And nothing is so nice as a strawberry with 
 the sun on it." 
 
 " I wonder if I am a fool ! " said Noel, half 
 unconsciously. 
 
 I am sure you are not," said Clemency, 
 quickly. 
 
 I am sure you are not indeed," e^^hoed 
 Dr Gabriel. "Pray don't abandon your 
 theory. The attainment of high aims may 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 207 
 
 be impossible. But there is no progress at 
 all if no high aims exist. And if I may 
 speak a word of advice, I should say, give 
 your primary attention not so much to the 
 investigation of causes, as to the discovery 
 of means for the ameliorating and curing of 
 effects. To this end, set your College of 
 Eesearch on foot without delay. This is the 
 way in which I prognosticate that you will 
 achieve greatness." 
 
 " I don't want to achieve greatness,'' said 
 Noel. " I want to make life of greater value 
 to the mass of humanity." 
 
 You are high-minded, and I honour you," 
 said Dr Gabriel. " But you will achieve 
 greatness, and human life will continue to 
 be undervalued." 
 
 Then he also made his adieux. 
 Dr Gabriel's pessimism is rather de- 
 pressing," remarked Noel. 
 
 ''Yes," said Clemency. "But do you 
 know what I think, Dr Triamond ? I believe 
 
208 
 
 THEKEBY. 
 
 when people possess power, that power must 
 show itself, notwithstanding discouragement 
 and opposition. You won t let yourself be 
 discouraged, will you?" 
 
 She spoke with earnest pleading. It seemed 
 to Noel as if she had originated his theory, 
 and was begging his aid in furthering it. 
 
 No," he said. Since you bid me be 
 brave, I will not be discouraged." 
 
 Clemency coloured. 
 And I have a hope," added Noel, after a 
 pause. My hope is in my own profession, 
 which is very generous. When it accepts, it 
 acts." 
 
 " I am sure of it," said she. 
 I don t mind being jeered at," continued 
 he. But I own it hurts me when people 
 jeer at what they think I mean. A great 
 many people seem to imagine that I expect 
 to destroy disease and all trace of it in a 
 lifetime — as one might exterminate a bar- 
 barous tribe. I am not so presumptuous 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 209 
 
 and foolish. All I assert is, that disease is 
 not a necessary part and parcel of the human 
 race. When men have acknowledged that 
 disease is an external tyrant, I shall have 
 won the day. It will take generations to 
 dominate the tyrant ; but ultimately man 
 will prevail. This is why I am setting up 
 the College of Eesearch. My theory may be 
 accepted ; but it can't be worked out till 
 powerful thinkers can secure leisure and 
 independence.'' 
 
 Ah, Dr Triamond, how future genera- 
 tions will bless you ! " murmured Clemency. 
 
 " I don't want that," said Noel. It pains 
 me that people should think I want gratitude 
 or praise." 
 
 " Oh, it isn't that ! " cried she. " But 
 don't you see, Dr Triamond, we are proud to 
 think our friend deserves praise." 
 
 " Are you really glad to think that, Miss 
 Damian ? " 
 
 " Yes, indeed. All your friends are." 
 
 VOL. I. O 
 
210 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 But are yoii, Miss Damian ? " 
 "IV she said. 
 
 A soft blush rose to her cheeks. 
 
 " Yes, I am/' she said, deliberately. 
 
 And then Colonel Fines was announced. 
 He looked quickly round the room. For an 
 instant his eye rested suspiciously upon the 
 two young people who sat apart. Then he 
 smiled, and took a seat at Clemency's side. 
 
 IVe been turning your birthday present 
 over in my mind, my dear," he said, genially. 
 " How should you like a trip to Egypt ? 
 You know Europe pretty well, and a winter 
 in Egypt would be a variety. We should 
 come back in the spring. And I daresay 
 Dr Triamond's marvellous panacea will have 
 made London habitable by that time." 
 To Egypt ! " said Clemency. 
 Yes. I should like to see the Pyramids. 
 Shouldn't you ? " 
 
 ''Not very much," replied she. 
 
 " Oh, but you must come ! " cried Fines. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 211 
 
 " I can't have my present spurned. Miss 
 Damian's birthday is in September, Dr Tria- 
 mond, and she will then assume — to some 
 extent — the charge of her property. At her 
 grandfather s request, however, I shall still 
 be her guardian. I am thankful for this, as 
 nothing in the world delights me so much as 
 to serve Miss Damian." 
 
 ''But you mustn't take Miss Damian to 
 Egypt against her will," remonstrated Noel. 
 
 He felt angry. It annoyed him to think 
 that Fines's guardianship was endless. 
 
 " Oh no," returned Fines. " I should 
 never wish a lady to do anything against her 
 will — except fulfil her grandfather's will," he 
 added. 
 
 He laughed lightly. Clemency rose and 
 crossed the room to Miss Kenyard's side. It 
 appeared to Noel that she shrank from her 
 guardian. He glanced at Fines. That gentle- 
 man was smiling complacently. Noel followed 
 Clemency across the room, and said good-bye. 
 
212 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 "Are you going, Triamond ? " said Sir 
 Jessamy, getting up slowly. "Til come a 
 little way with you. Miss Kenyard has 
 quite soothed me. You and Mrs Love quite 
 prolong my days. Miss Kenyard. When I 
 talk to you, I think I shall reach eighty. If 
 my nieces didn't marry, Fm sure I could 
 reach eighty. As it is, I expect I shall be 
 cut off quite prematurely." 
 
 " How that man maunders on ! " exclaimed 
 Fines, as the door closed behind the two gen- 
 tlemen. ''You re very kind to endure him. 
 Miss Kenyard. Come, Clemency, don't be 
 glum ! I don't want to drag you to Egypt, 
 my dear. I only mooted the idea, just as a 
 hint to our interesting young friend. You 
 dont like it known. Clemency; but I must 
 spread some inkling of it abroad. It's only 
 fair to others. I daresay the enterprising 
 doctor has his feelings, you know. You 
 shouldn't trifle with them." 
 
 ''Trifling with people's feelings is the last 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 213 
 
 thing to accuse Clemency of/' said Miss Ken- 
 yard, stiffly. 
 
 But Clemency uttered no defence of her- 
 self. Her heart was beating quickly. Had 
 she unawares given Noel encouragement ? 
 She was standing near the window, and she 
 could see the figures of Noel and Sir J essamy 
 as they walked away. 
 
 ''0 Dr Triamond, neither your theory 
 nor mine can make life bearable to me ! " she 
 thought, bitterly. 
 
 At that moment Sir Jessamy was speaking 
 of her. 
 
 ''Miss Damian is an exceedingly dear crea- 
 ture," he was saying softly. " Of course she's 
 not quite so nice as Miss Kenyard. Young 
 women never are as nice as older ones. 
 They're never so quiet — never so much at 
 leisure. As to Miss Kenyard, it's like a cool 
 green arbour to look at her folded hands and 
 her placid face. You see she isn't married. 
 Marriage would have spoilt her. She'd have 
 
214 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 been ruffled. The beauty of a woman is to 
 be single. I believe poor Miss Damian would 
 like to keep single, but she can't." 
 
 What do you mean ? " cried Noel. 
 
 Well, I mean that she has to marry some 
 one," explained Sir Jessamy. Her grand- 
 father arranged it in his will. I don't know 
 who the gentleman is ; but I have my sus- 
 picions." 
 
 How on earth do you know this ? " de- 
 manded Noel. 
 
 ''Well, Mrs Love told me," said Sir Jes- 
 samy. " Colonel Fines told her. Of course 
 he must know, because he's Miss Damian's 
 guardian." 
 
 Noel did not speak. 
 
 ''It's a nasty thing to do," murmured Sir 
 Jessamy. "What can it matter to a dead 
 man who his granddaughter marries ? And 
 he must have known he'd be dead soon. 
 He must have been a preposterous old tyrant. 
 1 wouldn't do it ! I wouldn't have said a 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 215 
 
 word about Missy's marriage if I'd been old 
 and going to die. And such a choice, too ! 
 Why, if Fines is the man, he's hardly taller 
 than Miss Damian herself! But, of course, 
 that's mere suspicion. Don't say I said so. 
 It would upset me dreadfully to think I'd 
 created a scandal. I talk so little, you know. 
 What, going ? Well, good - bye. Lucky 
 you've got a theory to amuse you, and you 
 don't upset yourself by marrying. But don't 
 let your theory drive you mad. You'd better 
 marry than go mad, you know ! " 
 
 But Noel did not hear nor heed. He 
 strode away, distressed, bewildered, check- 
 mated. When he reached his rooms, he 
 found two letters on his table. The first 
 he opened was from Ascot. 
 
 Dear Triamond," it said, I've got back 
 to town, and I want to go to the Dolce far 
 niente to-night. I must see Aura once more 
 before I call on Miss Eawley. Come with 
 me. I'll call for you at 7.45. — Yours, G. A." 
 
216 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 The otlier letter was from Bishop Scroll. 
 It was full of kindness. At the end the old 
 man referred to the mission which he had 
 intrusted to his adopted son. 
 
 " You tell me nothing of how you are pro- 
 gressing in your search for Eva Goldmount/' 
 he wrote. I presume, however, that you 
 are not neglecting my wishes on this head. 
 If you prefer to carry on your quest quietly, 
 do so ; but I shall be interested to hear news 
 whenever you have anything to tell." 
 
 Eva Goldmount!" ejaculated Noel, throw- 
 ing down the letter. ''Well, 111 begin look- 
 ing for her to-morrow, though how in the 
 name of fortune Fm to set about it I don't 
 know. However, it may amuse me," he re- 
 flected, with bitterness. " Fm the unhappi- 
 est dog in creation, and I must be distracted, 
 ril see about Eva Goldmount to-morrow, and 
 ril go with G. to the Dolce far niente to- 
 night." 
 
217 
 
 CHAPTEE IX. 
 
 The Dolce far niente Theatre belonged to 
 the Dolce far niente Club. It was said that 
 a distinguished member of the latter was the 
 proprietor and manager of the former. The 
 truth of this rumour was not absolutely 
 known ; but that some one who knew well 
 the taste of the club, catered for its intellec- 
 tual amusement at the theatre was certain. 
 For the taste of the club was nice. It was 
 critical about pretty arms, and hypercritical 
 about neat ankles. Its piercing eye discov- 
 ered fun beneath the heaviest cloak of romp- 
 ing and inappropriarteness. Its acute ear 
 detected wit behind the most insipid extra- 
 vagance and the most contorted word-split- 
 
218 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ting. It held its head high, and its 
 members considered that they were picked 
 men. But among clubs the Dolce far niente 
 was frowned upon and sneered at. Some of 
 its members knew this, and participated in 
 its delights sub rosd. Those who boasted of 
 their connection with it were not often to be 
 met with in society. Nevertheless the club 
 and the little theatre throve merrily. Night 
 after night the hijou play-house was crowded. 
 Miss Aura Hill and her satellites never failed 
 to please. They performed pointless little 
 drolleries that were broad enough to please 
 the vulgar and not too broad to disgust the 
 fastidious. Why these pointless drolleries 
 pleased was sometimes marvelled at by stran- 
 gers ; but the habitues of the Dolce far niente 
 were satisfied. Miss Aura Hill was their 
 queen. She gave the tone, and her public 
 accepted it. The comediettas in which she 
 played were written for her, and she erased 
 from them all that she thought fit to erase. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 219 
 
 I am a lady/' she would say. I can't 
 have anything shady in my pieces." 
 
 She had no objection to being seen in the 
 costume of a page. But she would not de- 
 liver herself of a sentiment that might appear 
 to verge on impropriety, nor would she suffer 
 such a sentiment to be uttered in her pres- 
 ence. It was said that, when the theatre 
 was first opened, there had been words be- 
 tween her and the proprietor upon this head. 
 But Miss Aura Hill had remained firm, and 
 had won the day. 
 
 ''Noblesse ohlige,'' she was reported to have 
 said. I am a lady, and I can't be over-free. 
 Virtue has its own reward. I promise you 
 I'll fill the house without double entendresy 
 
 So she wore boy's clothes, and was hoy- 
 denish and talked slang, and she was often 
 vulgar, and sometimes unrefined, and occa- 
 sionally profane. But she was the soul of 
 propriety, and her predictions were verified. 
 She filled the house. Audiences never failed 
 
220 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 her. She gained a rapid popularity, and she 
 kept it. A pretty foot is not spoiled by a 
 nice tongue : a piquant manner is not dam- 
 aged by good morals. 
 
 A short and very dull farce had been 
 played by a plain elderly woman and a 
 hobbledehoy. 
 
 ''I cant think how this place got its 
 name/' said Noel, when the curtain fell. 
 " It isn't classical, it isn't witty, it isn't 
 even dubious." 
 
 ''But you must wait, my dear fellow," ex- 
 postulated Ascot. " Aura comes on directly, 
 then you'll see all about it. She's a stun- 
 ner ! She's an awfully good woman, too, 
 Triamond." 
 
 "You've told me so before," said Noel. 
 
 ''Yes; but I want to impress it on you. 
 They say she nearly quarrelled with Fines 
 about it. His taste is awfully low. He'd 
 like her to play in precious wide pieces." 
 
 " Fines ! " ejaculated Noel. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 221 
 
 '^Yes; Colonel Fines. You must have 
 met him at Miss Damian's. He's her guar- 
 dian, and a mighty fine guardian he is, too ! 
 They say he's the proprietor of this house. 
 I don't know about that. But he half lives 
 at Aura's cottage at Fulham. I don't sup- 
 pose Miss Damian knows. Fines is awfully 
 sly, confound him ! But, I say, Triamond, 
 come to Fulham with me on Sunday. Aura 
 receives any one on Sundays." 
 
 " Thank you. I don't wish to know her," 
 said Noel. 
 
 " What a prejudiced old idiot you are ! " 
 remarked Ascot, frankly. " I tell you. Aura's 
 as good as any woman in London." 
 
 " Very likely," said Noel. 
 
 " There's Beaufort," observed Ascot. " Do 
 you see him in the front row of the stalls ? 
 He wants to go on the stage, and he wants 
 to act with Aura. But my cousin. Baby 
 Vaynshaw, won't let him ; they're half en- 
 gaged, you know. He's here under the rose, 
 
222 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 rU be bound. What a lark ! Til tell Baby ! 
 and won't she be in a way? But, I say, 
 Triamond, you won't tell Fay?" 
 
 " Tell Fay ! '' repeated Noel. 
 
 " Miss Eawley, I mean. IVe got into the 
 habit of thinking of her as Fay, and it slipped 
 out. Don t tell her you saw me here ! I want 
 to stand well with her, and somehow the 
 ladies don't like Aura. They'll go and see 
 any mortal creature who acts Shakespeare ; 
 but they have a prejudice against poor Aura, 
 just because she comes in as a jockey or a 
 midshipman. It's rather a shame ! " 
 
 Then the curtain drew up and disclosed a 
 party of outlaws feasting in a forest-glade, 
 and one of them perpetrated an insignificant 
 joke, and another sang a trite and melancholy 
 song — not very well. Noel felt that he had 
 not come to the right place to be distracted. 
 The actors were clumsy ; the piece was 
 dreary. Suddenly another personage darted 
 upon the stage. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 223 
 
 " It's Aura ! " whispered Ascot, clapping 
 vehemently. 
 
 The young man's face was red with en- 
 thusiasm. So were the faces of many other 
 of the young men present. Every one was 
 excited. 
 
 She must have a singular attraction/' 
 thought Noel, clapping a little. Certainly 
 she's a fine woman, if she's nothing else." 
 
 Miss Aura Hill was a remarkably fine 
 woman. She was very tall, and her propor- 
 tions were perfect. Her attitudes were grace- 
 ful : she moved easily. She was not strictly 
 beautiful, but she was very pretty. Her eyes 
 were bright, and her mouth expressive. She 
 smiled enchantingly : she was full of coquetry. 
 There was a mischievous impertinence in her 
 whole demeanour that rendered piquant every 
 gesture that she made and every word that she 
 uttered. From the moment that she rushecT 
 upon the scene, arrayed in forest green as a 
 young outlaw, dulness vanished from the^ 
 
224 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 theatre. When she wound her bugle, every 
 man present smiled. When she aimed an 
 arrow at an unseen buck, they all applauded. 
 When she sang, they laughed. When she 
 pirouetted, they cried out, Encore ! " When 
 she played a little trick upon one of her com- 
 panions, they clapped again and again. Noel 
 was forced to confess that Miss Aura Hill 
 knew how to fascinate. 
 
 Do you like her ? " cried Ascot, as they 
 went out into the street. I do wish Fay 
 wasn't so particular. I can t bear to give 
 her up.'' 
 
 I think she's a very wonderful person," 
 said Noel. ''She can't act a bit. But she 
 certainly is charming." 
 
 " Bless her heart, I should think she was ! " 
 cried Ascot. '' She's a real lady, you know. 
 Her grandfather was a sort of French 
 vicomte. Her mother ran away and married 
 an actor. His name was Goldmount. He 
 used to play at " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 225 
 
 " His name was what ? " interrupted Noel. 
 
 " Goldmount. Auras real name is Eva 
 Goldmount. Aura Hill — Gold - mount — 
 don't you see?" 
 
 ''Yes; I see/' said Noel. 
 
 He felt as if the ground were quaking 
 beneath him. He grasped Ascot's arm. 
 
 ''Confound it, G., how hot that place 
 was ! " he said. 
 
 But Ascot noticed nothing. 
 
 " I wish you'd come down to Fulham with 
 me on Sunday/' he said. " Perhaps I shall 
 never be able to go again ; and you're just 
 the man she'd like to know, I know." 
 
 "Yes, I will," said Noel. "I should like 
 particularly to make her acquaintance." 
 
 Ascot stared. He had not expected this 
 sudden change in Noel's sentiments, and 
 he said so. 
 
 "Pshaw!" ejaculated Noel. "Circum- 
 stances alter cases, you know, G.," he said, 
 grimly. 
 
 VOL. J- P 
 
226 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Whereupon Ascot refrained from making 
 any further remark; but upon the follow- 
 ing day, he related the whole affair to his 
 cousins. He called in Berkeley Square in 
 the afternoon, and found Baby and Totty 
 entertaining Miss Damian and Miss Rawley. 
 
 " So youVe come back, Mr Ascot said Fay. 
 
 Only yesterday," Ascot hastened to say. 
 I was coming to call on you on Monday, 
 Miss Rawley." 
 
 ''On Monday!" said Fay, with disdain. 
 ''Why don't you come to-morrow? Why 
 haven't you been to-day?" 
 
 " I — I — I have an engagement with Tria- 
 mond to-morrow," stammered Ascot. 
 
 " Oh, pray don't make excuses ! " said Fay, 
 loftily. "It doesn't signify to me." 
 
 " 0 Miss Rawley ! 
 
 " It doesn't. Why should it ? " 
 
 " I wish it did ! " sighed Ascot. 
 
 "Never mind, G.," whispered Baby. 
 " She'll forgive you by-and-by." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 227 
 
 " Do you really think so, Baby ? " 
 
 ''Yes, I do, G. But you must try and 
 behave well." 
 
 ril try," said he. " If I only knew 
 how ! " 
 
 "Well, be nice, G.," said Baby, emphati- 
 cally. "Do nice things, and talk of nice 
 things. Don't talk about your favourite 
 Dolce far niente, for instance." 
 
 And she sighed, thinking how much 
 Beaufort often annoyed her by speaking of 
 this theatre and its popular actress. 
 
 " Oh, that reminds me ! Who do you 
 think I saw at the Dolce far niente last 
 night. Baby?" cried Ascot. 
 
 " Fm sure I don't know," said his cousin. 
 
 "And perhaps you'd never guess," con- 
 tinued he. ''Who do you think. Miss 
 Damian ? Why — Beaufort ! " 
 
 " Where did you see Mr Beaufort ? " 
 inquired Fay. 
 
 "At the Dolce far niente, Miss Eawley." 
 
228 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " At the Dolce far niente ! repeated she. 
 "You were meant never to know, Miss 
 Eawley/' said Ascot. 
 "Oh!" said Fay. 
 The others laughed. 
 
 " Well, as she does know, tell us what you 
 were going to tell us, G.," said Totty. 
 
 "I was only going to say Triamond and 
 I saw Beaufort there,'' said Ascot. 
 
 " Were you and Dr Triamond at the Dolce 
 far niente together ? '' asked Fay. 
 
 "Yes, Miss Eawley, we were," returned 
 Ascot. " And now you know I was in such 
 good company, you'll forgive me, won't you ? 
 Baby's friend was there too." 
 
 " You young men will none of you be our 
 friends much longer, if you don't take care," 
 remarked Totty. " We don't like men who 
 go to the Dolce far niente. Mr Greatly 
 never goes." 
 
 " But you all like Triamond, and he went 
 last night," protested Ascot. " And he's going 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 229 
 
 to Fulham with me to-morrow to be intro- 
 duced to Aura Hill, too ! " 
 
 " Mr Ascot, Fm going home, and you may 
 escort me," said Fay, rising. 
 
 Ascot rose immediately. But he looked 
 so perturbed that the other ladies laughed. 
 
 Never mind, G.," said Totty. " Don t 
 make such a wry face ! It will do you good." 
 
 " Fm not going to scold you, Mr Ascot,'' 
 said Fay, with dignity. " I want to say 
 something to you. That's all." 
 
 Then she departed, and Ascot followed 
 her, and on their way down-stairs they met 
 Beaufort coming up. Ascot caught his arm 
 and detained him for a moment. 
 
 "You're in for it, my dear fellow," he 
 murmured. She's awfully riled. But cheer 
 up, my boy ! So is Miss Eawley ; and, you 
 see, Fm as meek as a lamb. It's worth it, 
 you know. It makes a fellow know a girl 
 cares for him when she cuts up rough about 
 things." 
 
230 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Then lie ran after Fay. For several minutes 
 they walked on, side by side, without speak- 
 ing. Fay's countenance was severe. Ascot's 
 was rueful. 
 
 •^'Miss Eawley," he said, at last. 
 
 " Well, Mr Ascot," returned she. 
 What was it you wanted to say to me. 
 Miss Eawley ? " 
 
 Something that you may not be pleased 
 to hear, Mr Ascot." 
 But what is it?" 
 
 ''Well, I want to tell you that I wont 
 share your attentions with Miss Aura Hill. 
 I don't care about your attentions in the 
 least. If you prefer some one else, very well, 
 but I will not be one of two." 
 
 " 0 Miss Eawley, pray don't ! Of course 
 I prefer no one to you. I only go and see 
 Aura Hill for amusement." 
 
 " I don't like those sort of amusements, Mr 
 Ascot. You should find your amusements 
 among ladies you know." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 231 
 
 "Aura Hill is a lady, Miss Eawley." 
 " Oh, indeed ! " 
 ^^Yes, indeed." 
 
 ''Tm glad to hear it, Mr Ascot. But I 
 shouldn't choose to share your attentions with 
 a duchess. You must give up Miss Hill — 
 or me ; I don't care which. But I wish to 
 know." 
 
 Of course I give up Aura," said he. 
 As you like. But as that is the case, you 
 may come and see me to-morrow afternoon." 
 
 " 0 Miss Eawley, I must go to Fulham 
 to - morrow ! IVe promised to go with 
 Triamond." 
 Fay paused. 
 
 '^Well, you must keep your word," she 
 said, after a moment. But you needn't stay. 
 You can introduce Dr Triamond and come 
 away. Mind, I shall expect you to tea. If 
 you don't come to tea, you'll find I'm always 
 out whenever you call ever afterwards." 
 I shall come to tea," said Ascot. 
 
232 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''Just as you please/' said Fay again. 
 
 I won't go at all, if you dislike it/' added 
 he. '' It's only because of Triamond." 
 
 Oh, I beg you won t let me interfere with 
 any of your engagements/' said Fay. I am 
 surprised at Dr Triamond. I thought more 
 highly of him. But, pray, don't inconveni- 
 ence him for me. Now don't come any 
 further with me, Mr Ascot. Get into this 
 hansom and go away. Yes, I insist upon 
 it. I'm not in the humour for you just now. 
 I'm put out." 
 
 "And I'm afraid it's all my fault," sighed 
 Ascot. 
 
 " No, it isn't. I don't care what you do," 
 snapped Fay. '' Go away, do ! I shall see 
 quite enough of you to-morrow, if you come 
 to tea and stay an age, as I know you 
 will." 
 
 Then she suddenly smiled, gave him her 
 hand, laughed softly, and tripped away. 
 " She's a witch," said Ascot, looking after 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 233 
 
 her. She's got me ; and I think, by Jove ! 
 I'm not sorry." 
 
 And he jumped into the vehicle that Fay 
 had pointed out and was whirled away, little 
 concerning himself with what might be be- 
 falling Beaufort at that moment. In truth, 
 Beaufort was at that moment wishing that 
 he had never been born. Baby Vaynshaw 
 was seriously angry. Clemency and Totty 
 withdrew to a distant sofa, and Totty, at 
 least, heard none of her sister's objurgations. 
 Clemency intended to hear nothing. But pre- 
 sently the sound of a familiar name struck on 
 her ear, and without listening she overheard. 
 
 ^' But Triamond was there," Beaufort was 
 pleading. And I heard him telling G. Ascot 
 he particularly wished to know Aura. I was 
 close to them, and I only didn't speak because 
 they went off in such a hurry." 
 
 I don't see that that makes any differ- 
 ence," said Baby. You are the person in 
 question. Dr Triamond has nothing to do 
 
234 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 with me — that is to say, I only know him a 
 little." 
 
 But every one — old and young — thinks 
 well of him," urged Beaufort. • 
 
 They won't think well of him long, if he 
 is going to frequent the Dolce far niente^' 
 said Baby, with severity. 
 
 Then Mrs Vaynshaw made her appearance. 
 She was in her bonnet, and she had a parcel 
 in her hand. She opened it immediately. It 
 contained a baby's robe of the finest lawn, 
 and the daintiest make. 
 
 I couldn't resist it," she cried. I 
 thought Missy would be so pleased to think 
 I remembered her in Baker Street. I hap- 
 pened to be passing Lukey & Vaughan's, and 
 I just stepped in and told them, and they 
 were so pleased and so interested. Dear 
 Missy wouldn't have got her trousseau any- 
 where else for the world. So I bought this, 
 as I just happened to be there, with the 
 sweet infant in my mind. I met Dr Tria- 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 235 
 
 mond just now, and I asked him to come 
 in. I said you were here, Clemency; but 
 he said he was pressed for time. He 
 looked rather out of spirits, I thought. The 
 dear baby has an angelic expression, Harry 
 says. Quite merry, already ! I can't bear to 
 see young men depressed. It isn't natural. 
 You look depressed, Mr Beaufort. What 
 have they been doing to you ? Well, dear 
 Missy is lucky. Harry is always in good 
 spirits ; and the baby, too. Must you go, 
 Clemency ? I've hardly seen you. Well, 
 good-bye, my dear. If you meet Dr Tria- 
 mond, do try and cheer him up. I'm too old 
 — quite a grandmother, you know ! It's the 
 young ladies who must look after the young 
 men. The grandmammas take the babies, you 
 know ! " 
 
236 
 
 CHAPTER X. 
 
 Mrs Vaynshaw had not been wrong in saying 
 that Noel seemed to be depressed. He was, 
 indeed, far from happy. He had never suf- 
 fered from low spirits before ; but now he 
 was afflicted with a dejection which was all 
 the more grievous to him because of its 
 unaccustomedness. All of a sudden life 
 had become worthless to him. His theory 
 could not support him. His health was as 
 unimpaired as it had been upon the previous 
 day ; but upon the previous day he had 
 believed Clemency to be free, and his heart 
 had been filled with hope, and now he be- 
 lieved that her hand was already pledged, 
 and his heart was filled with despair. He 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 237 
 
 was not conceited, and he did not blame 
 Clemency for the encouragement she had 
 shown him ; nay, he rebuked himself for 
 mistaking her friendliness and her interest in 
 his theory, for a personal regard and a great 
 sympathy. But he recognised that his entire 
 happiness rested upon her. Sickness and in- 
 firmity would have smitten him less cruelly 
 than Sir Jessamy Gerramy s innocent chatter. 
 
 " Eawley is right," he sighed. It is of no 
 use trying to abolish disease with a view to 
 making the world happy, unless I can abolish 
 love too." 
 
 And yet he knew that the knowledge and 
 the love of Clemency — even in the losing of 
 them — were more precious to him than all 
 his acquirements, and all his powers, and all 
 the possibilities of the future. 
 
 " rU go and see Paradine," he said to 
 himself. " I couldn't face Eawley ; and Dr 
 Gabriels pessimism would drive me mad ; 
 and Item is an ass ; and, of course, I can 
 
238 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 never go to Kensington again. But little 
 Paradine may suggest a soothing train of 
 ideas." 
 
 So he sallied forth late on Saturday after- 
 noon, and it was on his way to Mr Paradine's 
 chambers that he met Mrs Vaynshaw. She 
 seemed very happy, and she talked unceas- 
 ingly of her little grandchild. 
 
 " The dear wee man is quite a miracle in 
 our family/' she said. " We've had no baby- 
 boys since G. Ascot was born. We thought 
 him quite a rara avis. But Fm sure my 
 totty wee grandson beats him out and out. 
 Quite darling Missy's own child, you know ! 
 If I could only see him ! I declare it's shame- 
 ful that India should be so far off. Why 
 didn't the East India Company annex Egypt, 
 or Turkey, or some nice place within a rea- 
 sonable distance ? I declare it's against the 
 laws of nature that a grand-parent should be 
 in one hemisphere and a dear little grand- 
 son in another. People should think of the 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 239 
 
 mothers and grandmothers before they go 
 out to conquer ! " 
 
 Noel smiled a little as he went on his way. 
 
 " That's a happy woman/' he thought. I 
 wonder why ! " 
 
 He found Mr Paradine closeted with a 
 Catholic priest. The two who were strangers 
 to each other were quickly introduced. 
 
 This is the gentleman who is going to 
 make the world happy by making it healthy/' 
 said Mr Paradine. 
 
 " I have heard of you, Dr Triamond/' said 
 the priest, bowing courteously. You are 
 endeavouring after a great work ; but you 
 ought to look to the soul of a man first. 
 Disease of the soul — by which I mean de- 
 ficient spirituality — will prevent happiness, 
 howsoever healthy the body may be." 
 
 Eeligiousness/' put in Mr Paradine, " is 
 the one thing needful." 
 
 " What do you mean by religiousness ? " 
 asked Noel. 
 
240 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 " I mean the sentiment of the fear and 
 love of God, and the longing to be always in 
 communion with Him/' said Mr Paradine. 
 
 And do you think such sentiments make 
 life worth having ? " said Noel. 
 
 Undoubtedly/' replied Mr Paradine. 
 
 "With one addition/' subjoined the priest. 
 " All human ties must be forsaken. In 
 Heaven there is neither marrying nor giving 
 in marriage, and in Heaven only is there 
 happiness. To make a heaven of earth the 
 (so-called) felicity of love must be given up. 
 No man or woman, however devout, can 
 be really happy till he or she has up- 
 rooted, not only all human love, but all 
 desire for it." 
 
 " It seems to me that life — even a life of 
 perfect health — would be utterly valueless 
 without human love," said Noel. 
 
 I beg your pardon — I think not," said 
 the priest. To live with Jesus, as some do 
 with an earthly spouse, is the highest bliss, 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 241 
 
 and the sole bliss that can make life desirable. 
 With this heavenly affection, it matters little 
 whether we live or die : ^ Though to die is 
 gain, to live is Christ.' " 
 
 ''But we live in the world, and we must 
 mix with it," insisted Noel. 
 
 " Not necessarily,'' said the priest, calmly. 
 "Monks and nuns are the happiest of God's 
 creatures. You will never see a ruffled face 
 or a sad look among celibates. This is what 
 Christianity should have led to. And no 
 doubt it is what the holy Apostle Paul 
 expected when he foretold that the end of 
 the world was nigh. He anticipated that 
 Christianity and virginity would become 
 synonymous terms, and that the human 
 race would shortly have become extinct. 
 Upon no other grounds can his prophecy 
 be explained." 
 
 "That is a theory of Christianity that I 
 don't like to accept," said Noel. "It is 
 
 VOL. I. Q 
 
242 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 against the human nature that God gave to 
 us. Besides, that is a poor conquest which 
 triumphs by extermination.'' 
 
 " I do think/' said Mr Paradine, nervously, 
 " that there may be good in married people. 
 I found celibacy best for myself. But for 
 some " 
 
 " I don't forbid marriage, or even dis- 
 courage it," said the priest. ''But Dr Tria- 
 mond's question is — What makes life worth 
 having? And I answer emphatically — the 
 absence of human ties. I tell you, there 
 can be no perfectly holy people — no abso- 
 lutely devout people — no people with un- 
 divided hearts — among married men and 
 women. There is no question about it. 
 The smallest human interest that comes 
 between man and his Lord takes away part 
 of the advantageousness of life. God made 
 love for Himself, as He made worship for 
 Himself Men have worshipped idols, and 
 they have loved each other. In each case 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 243 
 
 they have gone astray, and in each case 
 they have deprived life of its delectable- 
 ness.'' 
 
 Noel was amazed. But he attempted no 
 reply. He conceived that the good priest 
 was mad. 
 
 ''But surely the generality of men and 
 women must marry/' said Mr Paradine, 
 moving his fingers restlessly across and 
 across his lips. The human ties of religious 
 people don't interfere with their religious- 
 ness. Many of the saints and martyrs were 
 married. Saint Peter was married. Think 
 of Saint Monica, and Saint Elizabeth of 
 Hungary, and " 
 
 The priest smiled. 
 
 "It is easy to advance a theory which 
 excuses the lower nature of man," he said. 
 " What one ought to cultivate is his divine 
 part. And in his divine part he loves only 
 God." 
 
 ''And he finds life advantageous?" said 
 
244 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Noel. "He doesn't find it a weariness and 
 long to die ? " 
 
 "No, Dr Triamond," rejoined the priest, 
 
 it 
 
 with fervour. " He loves life, because by a 
 life of abnegation he can glorify the crucified 
 manhood of his Lord, and as he walks in the 
 lonely footsteps of his Lord, he rejoices in 
 his own loneliness, and life is sweet and pre- 
 cious to him inasmuch as he can make it an 
 exact pattern of his dear Lords life." 
 
 The priest was much moved by the 
 imaginings that his own words had excited. 
 In a few minutes he rose to go. 
 
 " Some day you will perceive the truth 
 of my words, Dr Triamond,'' he said, as he 
 quitted the room. 
 
 Noel's enthusiastic nature was touched. He 
 no longer thought that the priest was mad. 
 
 " He is a very good man, and I honour 
 him,'' he said. " But his theory doesn't 
 satisfy me. I'm not in the least irreligious, 
 Mr Paradine. But I was brought up by 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 245 
 
 Bishop Scroll, and you know his religion 
 isn't of the orthodox fashion. And he has 
 tauo;ht me God has endued man with vari- 
 ous instincts, and that it is only in the 
 due fulfilling of these instincts that perfect 
 happiness can be found. If we quench all 
 affection, we annihilate one of the greatest 
 of our instincts." 
 
 " I admit that/' said Mr Paradine. " But 
 even human ties can't make life really happy 
 to people who won't submit themselves to 
 God's will. You oughtn't to struggle against 
 the course of events. You ought to acknow- 
 ledge that everything that is comes of God. 
 In the pride of your intellect, you want to 
 expel disease from the world. You forget 
 that — since it is there — it is of God's send- 
 ing. God made love and He made disease, 
 and no one can abolish the one or the other. 
 Each man must attain happiness and make 
 his life valuable by doing God's will in his 
 own person." 
 
246 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 So Noel went away no better contented 
 than he had come. Everything seemed to 
 be against him. His theory was repulsed 
 by every one. And the psychological bond, 
 in which he had believed, had suddenly 
 snapped in twain. It had gone out from 
 him, and he had thought that it touched her, 
 and he had been mistaken. 
 
 And what remained to him? Only a 
 woman in boy's clothes, whom Bishop Scroll 
 wished him to marry. 
 
247 
 
 CHAPTER XL 
 
 Thus dismal-minded, Noel went to Fulham 
 on the following afternoon. It seemed to 
 him that an untold period had elapsed since 
 he had seen Clemency. In reality, barely 
 forty-eight hours had slipped away since his 
 last interview with her. But the interval 
 appeared to him interminable. 
 , You don't seem well, Triamond," observed 
 Ascot, as they drove along the Fulham Road. 
 " Oh, I'm all right," returned Noel. 
 You won't mind if I don't stay many 
 minutes," said Ascot, presently. " I'll just 
 introduce you, you know. Aura's particular, 
 and she likes a man to be introduced by some 
 one she knows. But I can't stay ; Fay 
 doesn't like it." 
 
248 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ''So Miss Goldmonnt is particular?" said 
 Noel. 
 
 ''What the dickens do you call her Miss 
 Goldmount for, Triamond ? asked Ascot. 
 " She won't like it." 
 
 Noel made no reply. 
 
 "Well, you wont mind if I hook it pretty 
 quick," said Ascot again. " I can't afford to 
 vex Fay. I really believe she likes me. I 
 really do think shell have me when I come 
 to the scratch." 
 
 Noel was still silent. He considered that 
 Ascot was supremely ridiculous. What did 
 the favour of Miss Eawley signify ? Of what 
 account was the affair of G. Ascot's unro- 
 mantic heart? 
 
 " You do think she likes me, Triamond ? " 
 said Ascot, after a long pause. 
 
 "She! Who? Oh, of course, G.," replied 
 Noel, impatiently. 
 
 Then he felt sorry ; for his nature was 
 gentle and sympathetic. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 249 
 
 I beg your pardon, old fellow/' he said. 
 " I was thinking of something else. Yes, I 
 don't advise you to despair. Miss Eawley is 
 worth trying for. You'll be a lucky man." 
 
 ''I believe you," said Ascot. ''She's an 
 out-and-outer ! " 
 
 Then they alighted at the door of Miss 
 Aura Hill's cottage, and in a few minutes 
 Noel had been introduced to the woman 
 whom Bishop Scroll desired that he should 
 marry. 
 
 Miss Aura Hill received her guests in a 
 small room, luxuriously furnished. Its walls 
 were hung with pale-blue silk. Its ceiling 
 was tinted with the faintest rose-colour. The 
 French windows were partially curtained 
 with the darkest red. There were scented 
 plants in the room, and cabinets loaded with 
 knick-knacks. The carpets were soft and 
 their hues dull. The chairs were devised to 
 afford the completest ease. Miss Aura Hill 
 herself was half reclining on a sofa. She was 
 
250 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 dressed in dark green, and the sombreness 
 of her gown and the looseness of its make 
 seemed to enhance the vividness of her 
 colouring and the grace of her person. She 
 was indolently fanning herself with a screen 
 of feathers. She looked the picture of il 
 dolce far niente. Another gentleman was 
 present. 
 
 ''Its very good of you to come so far to 
 see me/' she said. Your fame has travelled 
 even to Fulham, Dr Triamond. Fm glad to 
 see you." 
 
 ''Thank you/' said Noel. 
 
 " Fm too lazy ever to invite people/' she 
 went on. "But Fm glad when they come. 
 I like to be amused. Life is a bore unless 
 one is amused, and unless one can get money 
 and live nicely. I hear you are a plutocrat, 
 Dr Triamond. I hope you know what to do 
 with your money. I know what to do with 
 money, and I get as much of it as ever I 
 can. That's why I exert myself. Not to 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 251 
 
 please you. Messieurs, but to please myself. 
 Tf I amuse you, it s for my own future grati- 
 fication — not for your present pleasure. I 
 look ahead.'' 
 
 " For a person who calls herself lazy, I 
 never knew any one make such long speeches," 
 observed the gentleman whom Noel and Ascot 
 had found before them. 
 
 It's for Dr Trianlond's benefit, and spoken 
 to him," she said. " I always tell new ac- 
 quaintances exactly what I mean. It s the 
 best way. If they don't like me, they can go 
 away. I'm not ashamed of loving money, 
 or of working hard for it, or for the way I 
 work. I am a lady, and my little stage is 
 unexceptionable, if it is low art. But I don't 
 care. Low art gives me all I want, and who 
 can have more ? " 
 
 She yawned. 
 You are an Epicurean," said Noel. 
 
 " I daresay," she returned. I look ahead, 
 you see. I work hard for a little comfort 
 
252 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 now, and a good deal of comfort by-and-by. 
 It's worth a good deal of hard work to get 
 comfort in the end. They tell me you are 
 going to make life worth having by scouring 
 disease off the face of the earth, Dr Triamond. 
 But you won't succeed unless you make 
 people comfortable. Do you think life is 
 worth having to a robust ploughman who 
 gets up early, and breakfasts, and dines, and 
 sups off cold tea and fat bacon, and goes 
 back to a bed so hard that a dog wouldn't 
 sleep on it ? Of course it isn't. The plough- 
 man lives it because he hasn't wit enough to 
 leave it. But it's worth nothing to him, and 
 he's thankful when death comes." 
 
 ''How do you know all this?" asked the 
 other gentleman. 
 
 She shrugged her shoulders. 
 
 " Because I do," she said. " Don't bother 
 me with questions. I'm talking to Dr 
 Triamond, because he's rich, and worth 
 knowing." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 253 
 
 Then, perhaps, Fd better go/' said the 
 other gentleman. 
 
 ''Yes, youd better go/' she assented, 
 with equanimity. " Are you going, too, Mr 
 Ascot? You needn't go, if youd rather 
 stay. You can't talk, so you won't inter- 
 rupt us." 
 
 - " Oh, I think I must go," stammered 
 Ascot. Fact is, I've got an engagement 
 at Kensington. If you'll accept this ! It's 
 nothing — just a little souvenir — just to show 
 I've been awfully happy knowing you. I 
 shan't be able to look in again for ever 
 
 so long. Fact is • But never mind. 
 
 Good-bye." 
 
 He was agitated. It was hard for him to 
 say farewell to a woman whom he liked 
 hugely. Had Fay Eawley been aware of it, 
 it was the greatest triumph of her life that 
 her influence had been powerful enough to 
 draw Ascot from Fulham to Kensington. 
 He slipped a small parcel into his hostess's 
 
254 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 hand and followed the other gentleman. 
 Miss Aura Hill smiled, and slowly untied the 
 packet. 
 
 " He's a good boy/' she said. " I never 
 had to keep him at arm's-length. He was 
 always civil and respectful. I suppose he's 
 going to be married. He was quite affected, 
 wasn't he? I never can get up emotions^ 
 unless it's for my own ends. I find that new 
 friends always supersede the old, and do just 
 as well. They're like fruit. The straw- 
 berries and cherries go off, and the apples 
 and pears come on. But G. Ascot is a good 
 boy. Look ! A little purse, and a note — 
 two notes — inside it ! Don't look shocked, 
 Dr Triamond. I make no secret that I play 
 for nothing on earth but money. It's my 
 due. People have no right to be amused 
 without paying for it. I work hard, and 
 those who enjoy my labours ought to pay 
 for their enjoyment. I like presents, and I 
 say honestly, I like presents of money. I 
 
THEREBY. 255 
 
 don't care for attentions ; I don't care to 
 flirt. But I love money." 
 Do you ? said Noel. 
 And he got up and walked to one of the 
 windows and pulled aside the curtain. He 
 looked out into a long, narrow garden. At 
 the bottom of it he saw a man leaning back 
 in a great basket-chair. Close to him, two 
 little white butterflies were hovering over a 
 large stone vase that was filled with scarlet 
 geraniums. Through the trees he could 
 catch a glimpse of the river. A caged bird 
 was singing somewhere. And a long way off* 
 a man was whistling to his dog. 
 
 How disgusted you look said Miss Aura 
 Hill. Come back and talk to me. Tm not 
 so bad as I seem. And at all events, you 
 ought to respect my candour. I live here — 
 as good as gold — with my companion, Mrs 
 Breeve ; and all I try for is money enough 
 to give me a few nice things now, and to 
 keep me in a decent number of nice things 
 
256 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 when I get too old to exert myself. I don't 
 see why I shouldn't take presents of money. 
 Other women accept bouquets, and gloves, 
 and jewellery, and drives on coaches. You'll 
 never see me on a coach ! I'm a lady, and 
 know my position. But I like presents ; and 
 if I like hard cash, where's the harm? It 
 comes to the same in the long-run, you 
 know, and it saves me the trouble of selling 
 the trinkets, and fans, and all that. You see, 
 I look ahead, and I lay by. I shall be old 
 and ugly some day, you know," she added, 
 with a touch of pathos. 
 
 Noel looked at her, pained. He was think- 
 ing of the Bishop. The old man would be 
 disappointed. Miss Aura Hill might leave 
 her costume at the theatre. But her money- 
 loving mind could not be locked away in a 
 wardrobe. 
 
 ''Why did you come here?" she asked 
 him, after a minute. " You are not like the 
 other men who come, and I see I don't suit 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 257 
 
 you. I saw you in the box with G. Ascot 
 on Friday, and I asked who you were. You 
 looked cynical, and I didn t like you, and I 
 never expected to see you here. Why did 
 you come ? 
 
 I came to see you for a particular reason," 
 said Noel. Isn't your real name Eva Gold- 
 mount ? " 
 
 "Well, it was," she replied. But IVe 
 dropped it altogether. What of that, Dr 
 Triamond ? " 
 
 Did you ever hear of Bishop Scroll, 
 Miss— Hill?" 
 
 " No." 
 
 " He has heard of you. He knew your 
 grandfather." 
 
 " What ! old Claude d' Aubert ? " 
 ^^Yes." 
 
 " The wicked old man ! " cried she. He 
 hated my poor father, and when my mother 
 died, he let my uncle take me, and I never 
 saw him again; and he didnt leave me 
 
 VOL. I. K 
 
258 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 a penny. Monsieur d'Aubert was a wicked 
 old man." 
 
 " Bishop Scroll has been trying to find yon 
 for a long time/' said Noel. 
 
 " What does he want with me, Dr Tria- 
 mond ? Does he know Fm an actress ? " 
 
 No. It's because you have changed your 
 name that he hasn't been able to find you. 
 He wants to know you because he knew your 
 grandfather." 
 
 " How odd ! " ejaculated she. " Well, I 
 have no objection. I never had a bishop to 
 visit me before. But I suppose he won't 
 bite. When will he come and see me ? " 
 
 " He can't come and see you/' said Noel. 
 " He is very old, and a great invalid. He 
 wants to know if you will come and see 
 him." 
 
 I will come, if it will be worth my while, 
 Dr Triamond. Is he well off" ? " 
 ^^Yes." 
 
 " And not got a lot of children ? " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 259 
 
 ''No; none." 
 
 " Then tell him I will come as soon as 
 he likes. Very old — and well off — and no 
 family ! He may leave me a legacy. Yes ; 
 say I will come as soon as possible." 
 
 Then the door opened, and a servant 
 brought in the tea-tray. A tall, gaunt lady 
 entered likewise. 
 
 " Is that you, Mrs Breeve ? " said Miss Hill. 
 " This is Dr Triamond — a gentleman whom I 
 have shocked. He won't come again, so you 
 needn't look at him so fixedly. But be civil 
 to him, because he's going to introduce me 
 to a rich old bishop, who has been dying for 
 my acquaintance for I don't know how long. 
 Isn't that funny ? " 
 
 '' Bishops are men," said Mrs Breeve, orac- 
 ularly. 
 
 She was a rigid and taciturn person. But 
 her small bright eyes frequently twinkled. 
 It was evident that she observed. 
 
 Mrs Breeve's decorum is absolute," said 
 
260 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 the younger lady. So is mine ; but nobody 
 believes it, because I play boys' parts. Well, 
 I don't much care ! It's only the ladies who 
 disapprove — and the very fine gentlemen, 
 like you, Dr Triamond ! — and they wouldn't 
 give me presents if they approved ever so 
 much. That good little G. Ascot has given 
 me another purse, Mrs Breeve, with £20 in 
 it. No Mrs Ascot would have done that if 
 she loved me like a sister. Women are stingy, 
 Dr Triamond. Yes, they are. I'm stingy 
 myself. I never give a shilling if sixpence 
 will do, and I never give money at all if a 
 smile will answer the same purpose. Do I, 
 Mrs Breeve?" 
 
 " Prudence keeps her purse locked," said 
 Mrs Breeve. 
 
 And she drew her lips tightly together, as 
 if her mouth were the money-chest of pru- 
 dence. Then she motioned to Noel to hand 
 his hostess a cup of tea. 
 
 " How do you take your tea, Dr Tria- 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 261 
 
 mond ? " asked the latter. " Cream and sugar ? 
 You must tell Mrs Breeve. She won't ask 
 you. She never wastes words." 
 
 But Noel would take nothing. He felt 
 that he could not eat or drink in this uncon- 
 genial place. Miss Aura Hill was altogether 
 repellent to him. Discreet as she undoubt- 
 edly was, she was sordid-minded and mean. 
 
 Miss Aura Hill laughed. 
 
 " Your disgust is inimitable/' she said. 
 
 How I should like to put you on the stage 
 as the aristocrat fallen among thieves ! How 
 you do detest me ! Well, the exception 
 proves the rule. You're the first and only 
 man I've ever failed to fascinate. But it 
 doesn't matter. I'll take the bishop by storm 
 instead. All the same, you ought to admire 
 me, Dr Triamond, because I try so hard to 
 make life pleasant, only in a different way from 
 you. You're high-minded, and you like to 
 make life nice all round. I don't pretend to 
 be magnanimous ; and so long as life is nice 
 
262 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 to me, I don't care about the others. But I 
 value life as much as you do. I worship it ! 
 I revel in it ! My grandfather adored it. All 
 that I remember of him is, that he was al- 
 ways talking about the value and the delight 
 of life. He once saw somebody die who 
 oughtn't to have died, and he never forgot 
 it. I inherit my love of life from him." 
 
 " I know," said Noel. " Bishop Scroll saw 
 the same death." 
 
 ^'Did he?" said she. ''That is strange. 
 I suppose that's why he is interested in me. 
 But why did he send you to look me up ? " 
 
 Well, partly because I am young and 
 strong, and he is old," replied Noel. ''And 
 perhaps," he added, " because my grand- 
 mother was present with him and your 
 grandfather at the occurrence you mentioned 
 just now." 
 
 " I never heard of her," returned she. " I 
 never heard the facts of the case — only just 
 that it happened, and that it affected my 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 203 
 
 grandfather a good deal. Don't let us talk 
 of it. I hate thinking of death. Where's 
 the Colonel, Mrs Breeve?" 
 
 Mrs Breeve nodded her head in the direc- 
 tion of the window, whose curtains Noel had 
 drawn aside. Noel looked out. A gentleman 
 was coming up the garden. It was Fines. 
 
 Fines expressed no astonishment at finding 
 Noel with Miss Aura Hill. He shook hands 
 with him cordially, and sat down and de- 
 manded tea in a manner which showed him 
 to be quite at his ease. He seemed, indeed, 
 to be as intimate at Fulham as he was at 
 Kensington. He called the lady of the cot- 
 tage Aura, as he called Miss Damian Clemency. 
 And the same air of possession which charac- 
 terised his demeanour towards Miss Damian, 
 characterised his demeanour towards Miss 
 Aura Hill. The latter, however, accepted his 
 attentions kindly. 
 
 " Did you ever hear of Bishop Scroll ? " 
 she asked him. 
 
264 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 "Yes," he replied. "I know him well 
 by report. He's your guardian, Triamond, 
 isn't he?" 
 
 " He wants to know me," said Miss Aura 
 Hill.' 
 
 " Indeed ! That's very remarkable," ob- 
 served Fines. 
 
 And they both laughed. Noel looked 
 grave. It was disagreeable to him to hear 
 the Bishop's name spoken by Fines and Miss 
 Aura Hill. 
 
 ''Well, he does," said the latter. ''And 
 as Dr Triamond tells me he is well off, I 
 think I shall cultivate his acquaintance. 
 Hadn't I better?" 
 
 " Certainly," replied Fines. 
 
 " It appears he knew my grandfather a 
 good many years ago," she continued. 
 
 " I believe he did," assented Fines. 
 
 " They two and Dr Triamond's grand- 
 mother were present at some very tragic 
 scene," she went on. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 265 
 
 "How odd!" said Fines. 
 
 " It's quite like a romance," she said. 
 
 " Quite/' acquiesced he. 
 
 There was nothing displeasing in Fines's 
 manner to his hostess. Yet Noel was dis- 
 pleased. He did not believe that Sir 
 Jessamy Gerramy's suspicion was well 
 founded. But it enraged him to think that 
 Miss Damian's guardian was on familiar 
 terms with the star of the Dolce far niente 
 theatre. He wondered, too, how this famil- 
 iarity had been brought about. Miss Aura 
 Hill seemed partly to read his thoughts. 
 
 " Is Bishop Scroll your guardian, Dr Tria- 
 mond ? " she asked. I hope he is as good 
 a one as mine. Colonel Fines is mine, and 
 we never quarrelled but once. That was 
 about my acting. I gained the day, and 
 he has acknowledged that I was right. 
 Haven't you, Colonel Fines?" 
 
 " Have I not. Aura ? " said Fines, bowing 
 low. 
 
266 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Then Noel took his leave. 
 
 ''You'll write at once to the Bishop about 
 me ? cried his hostess. " Fm dying to 
 know him. And don't be nasty, Dr Tria- 
 mond. Don't go and say I'm worldly. 
 Leave the Bishop to form his own opinion 
 when he sees me. You won't try and in- 
 jure me, will you ? Please don't ! " she 
 pleaded. 
 
 " No, no, of course not ! " said Noel. 
 Fines laughed. 
 
 " What a coaxing child you are. Aura ! " 
 he said. "You can trust Dr Triamond. 
 He has a great soul, you must know. I'll 
 walk with you as far as the cab-stand, Tria- 
 mond. Ta-ta, Aura ! Adieu, Mrs Breeve ! 
 Don't let Aura take cold." 
 
 " You seem to be a general guardian. 
 Colonel Fines," said Noel, with some sar- 
 casm, as they walked away from the house. 
 
 ''Do I ? " returned Fines, with good- 
 humour. " Oh, you refer to Miss Damian ! 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 267 
 
 Yes ; Fm her guardian legally. Poor little 
 Aura likes to call me her guardian. But 
 IVe only looked after her as a sort of friend. 
 Her uncle begged me to do so. He died 
 just as she was making her debut. She's 
 an affectionate little girl, and clings to me 
 because she's known me a great many years." 
 
 ^^I hope Miss Damian likes sharing your 
 favours with her/' said Noel. 
 
 ''No; she doesn't," said Fines, frankly. 
 ''Like all ^tvomen, she hates the stage. 
 Women are awfully jealous of other women 
 who attract men, and of course actresses 
 always attract men. Clemency can't bear 
 the sound of Aura's name. She won't let 
 me breathe it in her presence. If you want 
 to keep in Miss Damian's good graces, my 
 dear fellow, don't let her know you know 
 anything about that little girl we've been 
 having tea with." 
 
268 
 
 CHAPTEE XIL 
 
 The next day Noel went down to Bishop's 
 Court. He telegraphed his intention to Mrs 
 DafFer, and she received his missive an hour 
 before the Bishop's usual momejit for seeing 
 her. But she rushed up-stairs at once, and 
 knocked loudly at his door. 
 
 Let me in as, soon as you can ! " she cried. 
 " Noel is coming home ! The dear boy has 
 telegraphed, and he'll be here to luncheon. 
 Do you hear me, cousin ? But I can't stay 
 chattering here. I must order the dog-cart 
 and see to his room." 
 
 And she hastened away again. 
 
 The Bishop reproached her when she re- 
 appeared at the customary time. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 269 
 
 You shouldn't shout through my key- 
 hole, DafFy, even if Noel is coming/' he said. 
 " It isn't artistic." 
 
 Nonsense, cousin ! " returned she, sharply. 
 I shall do just what I like, and shout 
 through your keyhole as much as I please. 
 Not but what I whispered like any mouse ! 
 Though; of course, I raised ihy voice a little, 
 that you might hear. But I shall know bet- 
 ter another time, and I'll take care to go and 
 tell the news to some one else first. Though, 
 indeed, that would be poor justice to you ! 
 For I should like to know w^ho has a better 
 right to know Noel's movements than you ? " 
 
 " No one, Daffy," acquiesced the Bishop. 
 
 ''Then why do you find fault with me?" 
 snapped she. "You're a bad old man, and 
 I don't believe you care whether Noel comes 
 or not. Another time I shan't tell you at 
 all!" 
 
 ''Dear Daffy, I'm sure you'll never do 
 anything unkind," said the Bishop. "But 
 
270 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 tell me — does Noel give any reason for 
 coming liome so suddenly?" 
 
 " No, lie does not/' replied Mrs DafFer. 
 " Pray, mayn't the poor boy come home 
 without assigning a thousand reasons for 
 it?" 
 
 I only asked for one reason, Daffy/' 
 said the Bishop* mildly. * 
 
 ^'And why should you want even one, 
 cousin ? Not but what the boy has plenty, 
 I'm sure, and you ought to know about 
 them. But why do you make a trouble 
 of it? Isn't it enough that the boy is 
 coming ? " 
 
 " Quite so. Daffy. But it seemed to me 
 strange that a young man — like Noel — 
 should leave London in the height of the 
 season without some rather particular 
 reason." 
 
 Well, and he's got plenty, I tell you ! 
 Noel wouldn't do anything without a reason, 
 I'll be bound." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 271 
 
 So I imagine, DafFy." 
 
 "Then dont imagine, or perhaps you'll 
 be disappointed/' said she. " He may have a 
 reason, or he may not. Though, to be sure, 
 he's more likely to have one, and it passes 
 my comprehension to think he'd do anything 
 pointless. Only men do do such absurd 
 things ! Anyhow, I presume he's welcome, 
 isn't he? He is to me, at all events." 
 
 The Bishop laughed softly. 
 
 " Dear DafFy, if it wasn't inartistic to use 
 bad language, I should say you were can- 
 tankerous to-day," he remarked. 
 
 " Well, and you wouldn't be far wrong," 
 said she. " It makes me quite cross to see 
 you so little glad to get your own boy back, 
 and to hear you cavilling at his reasons, and 
 hinting all sorts of things. It's very dis- 
 agreeable, cousin. You forget that I look 
 upon Noel as my own son." 
 
 So do I, Daffy," said the Bishop. 
 
 " Goodness gracious ! " cried she. And 
 
272 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 yet you make insinuations ! Not but what 
 your insinuations are perfectly harmless. 
 But you oughtn't to make them, and it 
 passes my understanding how you can. 
 Though, to be sure, you are capable of 
 anything ! " 
 
 The Bishop laughed again. 
 
 "Daffy, you never fail to amuse me," he 
 said. 
 
 And he took her wrinkled hand and 
 kissed it. 
 
 " You worst of old men ! " cried she, blush- 
 ing beautifully. " There ! lie still, do, and be 
 quiet ! You 11 have to talk to Noel pres- 
 ently, and I don't want you to be tired." 
 
 "Don't tease him with questions. Daffy," 
 said the Bishop. 
 
 " Trust me ! " she rejoined, indignantly. 
 " I never asked a question in my life. 
 Though, to be sure, I've as good a right to 
 as any one else. But I shan't interfere with 
 you, cousin. Don't you be alarmed ! " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 273 
 
 Nevertheless it was she who first de- 
 manded why her boy had left town with 
 such seeming precipitancy. But Noel did 
 not satisfy her curiosity. 
 
 "The world is hollow, Daffy, and I am 
 getting old, and you are the only nice 
 woman I know," he said. 
 
 "My dear child, how ridiculously you do 
 talk ! said Mrs Daffer. " You are ill ! " 
 
 " Indeed Tm not. Daffy," said he, posi- 
 tively. 
 
 "Then youVe been doing some mischief, 
 sir ! Confess at once." 
 
 "No, Daffy. I haven^" 
 
 " Then you re in love, Noel ! " 
 
 "No, Daffy. You are wrong again. I 
 wish I were ! " 
 
 " You are ! " she insisted. 
 
 But he shook his head. 
 
 " I'm hungry," he said, smiling. " I'm 
 longing for cold beef, and pickles, and beer. 
 You see, I'm prosaic. I'm not in love." 
 
 VOL. I. S 
 
274 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 "Yes, you are/' persisted Mrs DafFer. 
 " But come along and have your lunch- 
 eon, and then the Bishop shall cheer you 
 up." 
 
 The Bishop's way differed from that of 
 Mrs Daffer. He made observations. But he 
 said nothing immediately. 
 
 "Have you seen Miss Goldmount?" he 
 asked. 
 
 " Yes/' replied Noel. 
 
 "Well?" 
 
 " Yes, I have seen her," said Noel. 
 
 " What do you think of her, my boy ? " 
 
 " She was polite to me, sir." 
 
 " You don't like her, Noel ? " 
 
 " She didn't attract me, sir." 
 
 " Why ? " 
 
 " Oh, how can I explain ? One can't say 
 why one likes or dislikes people. You know 
 my theory about the psychological bond. 
 Nothing of the sort exists between Miss 
 Goldmount and me." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 275 
 
 " I am very sorry, Noel. Where did you 
 meet her ? " 
 
 I saw her first in London, sir. Then I 
 went to see her at Fulham, where she lives." 
 
 " You met her in town, Noel ? At whose 
 house ? " 
 
 Noel hesitated. 
 
 " I didn t meet her," he said. I saw her. 
 She is an actress." 
 
 " I am not very much surprised, although 
 I am sorry," said the Bishop. Under what 
 name does she act ? " 
 
 " She is known as Miss Aura Hill, sir." 
 
 " I am glad of that. Miss Aura Hill has 
 an excellent reputation." 
 
 Noel stared. 
 Pray, sir, may I ask how you know that?" 
 said he. 
 
 You may, my dear boy. I foresaw that 
 Eva Goldmount would very likely go on the 
 stage, because her uncle was an actor. There- 
 fore I have carefully studied all the theatrical 
 
276 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 scandals and on dits. And I know that the 
 worst thing said of Miss Aura Hill is, that 
 she plays for men — and to men — only." 
 Noel made no response. 
 
 What is she like ? " asked the Bishop. 
 " She is very pretty/' said Noel. On the 
 stage, she is piquante and animated ; off it, 
 she is sometimes languid and sometimes alert. 
 I thought her clever." 
 
 And yet you don't like her ! I am afraid 
 you are prejudiced. It is inartistic, my dear 
 boy, to allow your preconceived notions to 
 influence you." 
 
 I am sorry to disappoint you, sir. But 
 I can't help it." 
 
 I am sorry too. As you had no prior 
 attachment, I own I based some hopes on this 
 meeting." 
 
 Noel winced. The gesture was not unob- 
 served. 
 
 " I might have liked her better if she had 
 played Beatrice or Portia," he said. But 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 277 
 
 when one sees a woman But I needn't 
 
 enter into details. Since you are so well up in 
 dramatic news, sir, I daresay you know as 
 well as I do the sort of pieces that are per- 
 formed at the Dolce far niente. I couldn't 
 admire that sort of actress — not if she were 
 a saint ! " 
 
 No doubt it would be difficult for you to 
 do so, Noel." 
 
 Well, you brought me up,'' said Noel. 
 
 You taught me to look upon women as 
 precious stones, to be kept with jealous care 
 in seemly places." 
 
 " I know I did. But you dislike this lady, 
 Noel. Why ? " 
 
 Noel shrugged his shoulders. 
 
 " Why does any one dislike any one ? " he 
 replied. 
 
 Noel, you have some attachment," said 
 the Bishop. 
 
 Instantly the blood tingled in Noel's veins, 
 and his heart beat loud. He almost felt that 
 
278 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 its pulsations must be audible to the old 
 man. 
 
 No/' lie said, steadily. 
 He would not own to his love for Clemency. 
 It was better to tutor himself into believing 
 that the attachment did not exist. The 
 Bishop looked at him. But he probed the 
 subject no further. 
 
 I must see the lady/' he said. " You 
 must arrange it, and you must be here, 
 Noel. She is a woman of occupation, and 
 must choose her own time. Only let it 
 be soon. And you must be here, my dear 
 boy." 
 
 Noel sighed heavily. 
 I believe you would marry me to Miss 
 Goldmount, willy-nilly," he said. I am 
 very sorry. But it can't be." 
 And he went away, wretched. 
 The world is hollow. Daffy," he said again 
 to the old lady. 
 
 " Bless the boy ! " she cried. Didn't you 
 
THEREBY. 279 
 
 know the doll was stuffed with sawdust? 
 Goodness me ! one would think no young 
 man had ever been in love before." 
 
 " Fm not in love, Daffy, I tell you/' Noel 
 declared. 
 
 And I tell you you are ! " she contradicted. 
 At least, if you're not in love, you're dis- 
 appointed. Some one else has stepped in. 
 What a slow -coach you must have been, 
 child ! Fancy a great big fellow like you 
 letting any whipper-snapper get in front of 
 you ! You must be faint-hearted." 
 
 And Mrs Daffer distended her nostrils 
 scornfully. Then she became alarmed be- 
 cause Noel said nothing, and she carried her 
 fears to the Bishop straightway. 
 
 Noel tells me the world is hollow," she 
 said. Can't you comfort him, cousin ? 
 Have you forgotten all your spiritual func- 
 tions ? I should be ashamed to be a bishop, 
 and let a poor young man pine away under 
 my nose and not say a word to help him ! 
 
280 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 Not that a fine manly fellow like Noel would 
 pine away. Though, to be sure, he's very 
 much altered — spends his days on horseback, 
 and hardly opens a book. And this morning 
 he had two cups of tea, and half a cup besides, 
 which shows he's feverish at night. It passes 
 my understanding what stuff bishops are 
 made of! No very good material. Til be 
 bound ! Though, of course, they've been 
 bright examples to the Church in all ages, 
 and given great consolation to suffering folk. 
 You'd much better leave the poor boy alone, 
 cousin. You'll only make him worse. / 
 know what the episcopate can do ! It's a 
 good hand at haranguing. But it can't pet 
 young people up, and speak to them in a 
 motherly way. Bishops had better hold 
 their tongues. Not but what even a bishop 
 is better than no one ; and it puzzles me why 
 you don't look to Noel a bit." 
 
 Whereupon the Bishop smiled, and sent 
 for Noel. But he did not immediately 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 281 
 
 reason with his adopted son upon the hollow- 
 ness of the world. 
 
 " My dear boy, you have been at home 
 four days, and I have heard nothing about 
 the great subject/' he commenced. I refer, 
 of course, to your professional operations. 
 How are they progressing?" 
 
 " I am collecting the data for my book, 
 sir," said Noel. My proposed pamphlet 
 has magnified itself into a book. But I can 
 hardly say I have begun writing it yet." 
 
 "And your researches?" 
 
 " Rufus Rawley let me have two or three 
 interesting cases — non-paying patients of his 
 — which I have been studying." 
 
 " And these patients have recovered, 
 Noel?" 
 
 " No, sir." 
 
 " They have died, then ? " 
 " No, sir." 
 
 " And you have left them ! My dear boy, 
 you are a fine investigator." 
 
282 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 I've telegraphed to Eawley/' said Noel. 
 Fm not blaming you, my boy. How 
 about the College of Eesearch ? " 
 
 " The land is the difficulty," replied Noel. 
 And he told the Bishop in detail of all the 
 sites that he had heard of, and of all the 
 negotiations which he had been carrying 
 forward. 
 
 When Noel ceased speaking, the Bishop 
 sighed. He had watched the young man 
 narrowly, and he had observed that Noel's 
 interest in that of which he was speaking 
 was cold and lifeless. His tone lacked eager- 
 ness. His manner wanted animation. It 
 was evident that he bent his mind to the 
 subject with an effort. The College of Ee- 
 search was no longer an all-absorbing theme. 
 Noel had discovered that the world was 
 hollow. 
 
 " Are you tired of trying to make the 
 world whole?" asked the Bishop. 
 Why do you ask ? " said Noel. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 283 
 
 I fancied you had lost some of your 
 enthusiasm, my boy." 
 
 ^'What if I have, sir?" ^ 
 
 I shall be very sorry. But have you ? " 
 
 I am not sure, sir, that my belief in my 
 own theory is strong enough to carry it 
 against opposition, and scorn, and indiffer- 
 ence. You see, I am not as sure as I was 
 that perfect health would guarantee perfect 
 happiness." 
 
 " This is a momentary weakness, Noel. I 
 am glad the outer world doesn't know that 
 the physician is sick." 
 
 You see, one can't overcome human 
 nature," said Noel. Dr Gabriel has dinned 
 it into my ears, and I begin to believe it." 
 
 Dr Gabriel is a pessimist. And to be a 
 pessimist is to be inartistic," rejoined the 
 Bishop. ''Art sets up a perfect ideal, and sees 
 no obstacles to its accomplishment. As each 
 stumbling-block presents itself, Art sweeps 
 it away." 
 
284 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 But Art deals with the inanimate/' said 
 Noel. 
 
 Art deals with the human nature in the 
 individual artist, Noel. It deals with each 
 man's eye, and ear, and hand, and brain." 
 
 " Yes, sir. Art can rouse my faculties, 
 and perhaps I may discover truths. But I 
 can't force human nature to adopt my enun- 
 ciations. And what is the good of discover- 
 ing methods that will never be applied ? " 
 
 I am an optimist, Noel, and I believe in 
 the gradual evolution of human perfection. 
 Every scientific theory worked out lifts 
 human nature a step nearer perfection. 
 Even if the persecuted Galileo sees no re- 
 sult, the result must come. The present 
 state of civilisation has been built up by 
 millions of forgotten hands. Perhaps you 
 will say that the present state of civilisation 
 is a mere barbarism still. But compare it 
 with past centuries, and you will see that 
 there is a slow and sure developing. I agree 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 285 
 
 that human nature can't be enslaved ; but it 
 can be led into the Promised Land." 
 Noel made no reply. 
 
 " Human nature must be led, and you are 
 one of the men who must lead it/' continued 
 the old man, earnestly. " For you to with- 
 draw yourself from the venture on which you 
 have embarked, is an artistic impossibility. 
 You owe it to your absolute self to answer 
 the cry that arose within you while you were 
 yet a child. You cannot go back. Des- 
 cartes once threw aside his books and went 
 soldiering. But he came back, and laid his 
 eternal impress on philosophy. You will 
 do likewise. Go round the world again, if 
 you like. But you must come back eventu- 
 ally and fulfil yourself. You are a man 
 who must leave a mark. You will not die 
 until you have done or enunciated that which 
 cannot be left untold when the world's his- 
 tory is written.'' 
 
 Then a deep and protracted silence fell 
 
286 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 upon the room. The old man was exhausted. 
 He lay with closed eyes, white and still. 
 Noel's elbows were resting on his knees, and 
 his face was buried in his hands. A butterfly 
 was hovering about the flower-stand, which 
 was loaded with the choicest pelargoniums. 
 A great bumble-bee was moving cumbrously 
 on a distant window-pane. Through the 
 window that was open came the sound of a 
 horse trotting — of boys at play — of the cut- 
 ting of grass. At last Noel lifted up his 
 head. 
 
 " It is only June/' he said. 
 
 The Bishop raised his eyelids. 
 
 " Yes, it is only June," he acquiesced. 
 
 He held out his hand, and Noel took it. 
 It was cold. 
 
 ''Have I tired you, sir?" he asked, with 
 anxiety. 
 
 No, my boy. I wanted to have a talk 
 with you. Dafly tells me you say the 
 world is hollow. Why do you think so ? " 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 287 
 
 And again Noel held his peace. 
 
 " You love/' said the Bishop. 
 
 " I have loved/' replied Noel. 
 
 " Nay, my boy. Such a man as you 
 are doesn't love and leave off loving in a 
 few weeks. If you have loved, you love 
 still." 
 
 " I have loved/' repeated Noel. " My love 
 is hopeless, and therefore I choose to say I 
 have loved." 
 
 " Why is it hopeless, Noel ? " 
 
 " Because she — because there exists — be- 
 cause the hand I would die for is already 
 promised." 
 
 " Openly promised ? " 
 No. I only heard of it a day or two 
 ago. It is an arrangement by will ? " 
 
 ''Did the lady tell you?" 
 
 " No. A friend of hers." 
 
 "Then you haven't addressed yourself to 
 her?" 
 
 ''No." 
 
288 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 "I am surprised. I thought you could 
 have loved." 
 
 Noel's heart swelled. He was not con- 
 vinced of the truth of Sir Jessamy Gerramy's 
 statement. But its probability was forced 
 upon him. He could recall scores of trifling 
 incidents which might prove it — a hundred 
 undefinable impressions which it might ac- 
 count for. Explanation was impossible, and 
 he offered none. But he felt the Bishop's 
 reproach keenly. He not able to love ! — he, 
 whose soul was burning within him — he, 
 whose passion was at white-heat — he, whose 
 very self had been paralysed by the news 
 that Clemency Damian could never be his ! 
 
 "Love suffers no impediment," proceeded 
 the Bishop. " The only barrier that sep- 
 arates love from its object is the lips of 
 the beloved. Her answer is as strong as 
 death; but till her answer is evoked, love 
 presses on." 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 289 
 
 Noel groaned. The Bishop stretched out 
 his hand again. 
 
 " Go and get your answer/' he said ; and 
 my blessing go with you ! 
 
 Noel grasped the hand that was extend- 
 ed to him. He felt infinitely strengthened 
 by the Bishop's command. Yet he was 
 uncertain. 
 
 And if " he began. 
 
 If the answer be Nay, remember that you 
 are a man," said the Bishop. " And remember 
 also that you are the man you are." 
 
 Then a servant entered with letters. Noel 
 received one from Miss Aura Hill. He had 
 already heard from her twice or thrice. She 
 was impatient to make the Bishop's acquaint- 
 ance. 
 
 " When am I to see the old man ? " she 
 wrote. " I don't want him to forget me. 
 Eich old men who are interested in actresses 
 , aren't so common that I can afi*ord to let this 
 
 VOL. I. T 
 
290 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 one slip out of my reach. I hear he is tre- 
 mendously rich. Do arrange something for 
 me ! I could come down by a late train on 
 Saturday night and stay till Monday morn- 
 ing. See if this will suit. Of course I shall 
 bring Mrs Breeve." 
 
 The latter part of this epistle Noel read 
 aloud. 
 
 " Would you like her to come, sir ? he 
 said. 
 
 " Certainly," replied the Bishop. " Go to 
 town to-morrow, my boy, and see to your 
 own affairs. Then bring Miss Goldmount 
 here, as she proposes." 
 
 ''And Daffy?" said Noel, smiling. 
 
 " I will tell Daffy the truth, and by-and-by 
 she will forgive me," returned the Bishop, 
 smiling also. 
 
 Accordingly, when Mrs Daffer and the tea- 
 tray arrived, the Bishop opened his com- 
 munication. 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 291 
 
 ''Did you ever hear me speak of Claude 
 d'Aubert, Daffy?" he asked. 
 
 ''To be sure/' she cried. "Not but what 
 I might have forgotten ; but, as it happens, 
 I haven't. He is dead, isn't he ? " 
 
 "Yes. And now Noel and I hsbve found 
 his granddaughter." 
 
 " Oh ! " exclaimed Mrs Daffer. 
 
 And she eyed Noel with suspicion. 
 
 "And I want her to come and pay us a 
 visit. Daffy," pursued the Bishop. 
 
 " Oh, indeed ! " said Mrs Daffer. 
 
 "But she is a young lady of many engage- 
 ments," the Bishop went on. " Noel tells me 
 she can only get away from town for the 
 Sunday, and that only by travelling late. 
 Should you object, my dear Daffy? What 
 time does the last train get in, Noel ? " 
 
 "At 1.10, sir. We should be here about 
 twenty minutes to two," said Noel. 
 
 " We!'' echoed Mrs Daffer. 
 
292 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 ^'Noel will escort Miss Goldmount," said 
 the Bishop. She is an orphan, and lives 
 with a Mrs Breeve. You wouldn't have 
 two ladies travel alone at midnight, would 
 you, Daffy ? 
 
 '^Oh dfear, no!" admitted Mrs DafFer. 
 
 " How laconic you are to-day, DafFy ! " 
 observed the Bishop. " Have you no 
 opinions to express ? " 
 
 " Oh, plenty ! replied she. 
 
 But the same stiff and offended air pos- 
 sessed her. 
 
 ''Daffy, you dear old thing, what is it?" 
 asked Noel. ''You haven't put any cream 
 in my tea." 
 
 "You can help yourself," said she. 
 
 " But the cream tastes nicer if you put 
 it in. Daffy dear," said Noel, coaxingly. 
 
 " Oh, indeed ! " ejaculated she. " And pray, 
 what more palaver will you invent ? I 
 think. Master Noel, you might have told 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 293 
 
 me before you got this wicked old man to 
 invite her here ! Fd have stood your friend, 
 sir. But you vowed there was nothing. 
 And all the time this girl was bottled up 
 behind the scenes ! " 
 
 ''Not behind the scenes, Daffy. Miss 
 Goldmount is on the stage," said the Bishop. 
 
 " On the stage ! " screamed the old lady. 
 " Goodness gracious, Noel, it's enough to 
 make your poor grandmother turn in her 
 grave ! Though why she should interfere 
 with the boy IVe brought up, I can't say. 
 Yes, sir, I did bring you up — and whipped 
 you too, many a time ! That's to say, I 
 did once, and I cried my heart out when 
 I'd done it. For you never did anything 
 to deserve whipping. Though, to be sure, 
 I ought to have done it often ! Only it 
 puzzles me to think what for. Not but 
 what you've deceived me now, when you're 
 too big for me to punish. Go along with 
 
294 
 
 THEREBY. 
 
 you, sir ! Fm ashamed of you ! An actress, 
 indeed ! " 
 
 " 0 DafFy, DafFy, I haven't deceived you ! " 
 cried Noel. Miss Goldmount has nothing 
 whatever to do with me, and I only just 
 know her. Fm going to escort her here to 
 please the Bishop.'' 
 
 " To please the Bishop ! " repeated Mrs 
 DafFer. " A likely story, Master Noel ! 
 Not but what the Bishop is capable of 
 anything ! I wonder you're not ashamed, 
 cousin. Though, to be sure, I don't know 
 what you've done ! " 
 
 The Bishop and Noel laughed. 
 Now, Daffy, promise not to speak for a 
 good five minutes, and I'll tell you all about 
 it," said the former. 
 
 Mrs DafFer looked pleased. She smoothed 
 her dress, and then crossed her hands. 
 
 Let me hear," she said. " I won't in- 
 terrupt you, though why I mayn't say Yes 
 
THEREBY. 
 
 295 
 
 and No when occasion serves, I don't 
 know. Not but what remarks are very 
 trying when one is telling a story — though, 
 of course, apposite remarks help the story- 
 teller very much. But I won't utter a syl- 
 lable, cousin. Pray begin." 
 
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