Now, Eustace, you are our son, and you have got to be kind and considerate. Sit down, and let's talk it over."And motioning her husband to a chair, she sat down in the embrasure of a window. Miltoun remained standing. Visited by a sudden dread, Lady Valleys said:
"Is it--you've not--there isn't going to be a scandal?"Miltoun smiled grimly.
"I shall tell this man, of course, but you may make your minds easy, I imagine; I understand that his view of marriage does not permit of divorce in any case whatever."Lady Valleys sighed with an utter and undisguised relief.
"Well, then, my dear boy," she began, " even if you do feel you must tell him, there is surely no reason why it should not otherwise be kept secret."Lord Valleys interrupted her:
"I should be glad if you would point out the connection between your honour and the resignation of your seat," he said stiffly.
Miltoun shook his head.
"If you don't see already, it would be useless.""I do not see. The whole matter is--is unfortunate, but to give up your work, so long as there is no absolute necessity, seems to me far-fetched and absurd. How many men are, there into whose lives there has not entered some such relation at one time or another?
This idea would disqualify half the nation." His eyes seemed in that crisis both to consult and to avoid his wife's, as though he were at once asking her endorsement of his point of view, and observing the proprieties. And for a moment in the midst of her anxiety, her sense of humour got the better of Lady Valleys. It was so funny that Geoff should have to give himself away; she could not for the life of her help fixing him with her eyes.
"My dear," she murmured, "you underestimate three-quarters, at the very least!"But Lord Valleys, confronted with danger, was growing steadier.
"It passes my comprehension;" he said, "why you should want to mix up *** and politics at all."Miltoun's answer came very slowly, as if the confession were hurting his lips:
"There is--forgive me for using the word--such a thing as one's religion. I don't happen to regard life as divided into public and private departments. My vision is gone--broken--I can see no object before me now in public life--no goal--no certainty."Lady Valleys caught his hand:
"Oh! my dear," she said, "that's too dreadfully puritanical!" But at Miltoun's queer smile, she added hastily: "Logical--I mean.""Consult your common sense, Eustace, for goodness' sake," broke in Lord Valleys. "Isn't it your ****** duty to put your scruples in your pocket, and do the best you can for your country with the powers that have been given you?""I have no common sense."
"In that case, of course, it may be just as well that you should leave public life."Miltoun bowed.
"Nonsense!" cried Lady Valleys. "You don't understand, Geoffrey.
I ask you again, Eustace, what will you do afterwards?""I don't know."
"You will eat your heart out."
"Quite possibly."
"If you can't come to a reasonable arrangement with your conscience,"again broke in Lord Valleys, "for Heaven's sake give her up, like a man, and cut all these knots.""I beg your pardon, sir!" said Miltoun icily.
Lady Valleys laid her hand on his arm. "You must allow us a little logic too, my dear. You don't seriously imagine that she would wish you to throw away your life for her? I'm not such a bad judge of character as that."She stopped before the expression on Miltoun's face.
"You go too fast," he said; "I may become a free spirit yet."To this saying, which seemed to her cryptic and sinister, Lady Valleys did not know what to answer.
"If you feel, as you say," Lord Valleys began once more, "that the bottom has been knocked out of things for you by this--this affair, don't, for goodness' sake, do anything in a hurry. Wait! Go abroad!
Get your balance back! You'll find the thing settle itself in a few months. Don't precipitate matters; you can make your health an excuse to miss the Autumn session."Lady Valleys chimed in eagerly "You really are seeing the thing out of all proportion. What is a love-affair. My dear boy, do you suppose for a moment anyone would think the worse of you, even if they knew? And really not a soul need know.""It has not occurred to me to consider what they would think.""Then," cried Lady Valleys, nettled, "it's simply your own pride.""You have said."
Lord Valleys, who had turned away, spoke in an almost tragic voice "I did not think that on a point of honour I should differ from my son."Catching at the word honour, Lady Valleys cried suddenly:
"Eustace, promise me, before you do anything, to consult your Uncle Dennis."Miltoun smiled.
"This becomes comic," he said.
At that word, which indeed seemed to them quite wanton, Lord and Lady Valleys turned on their son, and the three stood staring, perfectly silent. A little noise from the doorway interrupted them.
