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Howard's End by E.M. Forster Chapters 41-44
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[13958] Chapter 41 [13959] [13960] Far different was Leonard's development. The months after [13961] Oniton, whatever minor troubles they might bring him, were [13962] all overshadowed by Remorse. When Helen looked back she [13963] could philosophize, or she could look into the future and [13964] plan for her child. But the father saw nothing beyond his [13965] own sin. Weeks afterwards, in the midst of other [13966] occupations, he would suddenly cry out, "Brute--you brute, I [13967] couldn't have--" and be rent into two people who held [13968] dialogues. Or brown rain would descend, blotting out faces [13969] and the sky. Even Jacky noticed the change in him. Most [13970] terrible were his sufferings when he awoke from sleep. [13971] Sometimes he was happy at first, but grew conscious of a [13972] burden hanging to him and weighing down his thoughts when [13973] they would move. Or little irons scorched his body. Or a [13974] sword stabbed him. He would sit at the edge of his bed, [13975] holding his heart and moaning, "Oh what SHALL I do, whatever [13976] SHALL I do?" Nothing brought ease. He could put distance [13977] between him and the trespass, but it grew in his soul. [13978] [13979] Remorse is not among the eternal verities. The Greeks [13980] were right to dethrone her. Her action is too capricious, [13981] as though the Erinyes selected for punishment only certain [13982] men and certain sins. And of all means to regeneration [13983] Remorse is surely the most wasteful. It cuts away healthy [13984] tissues with the poisoned. It is a knife that probes far [13985] deeper than the evil. Leonard was driven straight through [13986] its torments and emerged pure, but enfeebled--a better man, [13987] who would never lose control of himself again, but also a [13988] smaller, who had less to control. Nor did purity mean [13989] peace. The use of the knife can become a habit as hard to [13990] shake off as passion itself, and Leonard continued to start [13991] with a cry out of dreams. [13992] [13993] He built up a situation that was far enough from the [13994] truth. It never occurred to him that Helen was to blame. [13995] He forgot the intensity of their talk, the charm that had [13996] been lent him by sincerity, the magic of Oniton under [13997] darkness and of the whispering river. Helen loved the [13998] absolute. Leonard had been ruined absolutely, and had [13999] appeared to her as a man apart, isolated from the world. A [14000] real man, who cared for adventure and beauty, who desired to [14001] live decently and pay his way, who could have travelled more [14002] gloriously through life than the Juggernaut car that was [14003] crushing him. Memories of Evie's wedding had warped her, [14004] the starched servants, the yards of uneaten food, the rustle [14005] of overdressed women, motor-cars oozing grease on the [14006] gravel, rubbish on a pretentious band. She had tasted the [14007] lees of this on her arrival: in the darkness, after failure, [14008] they intoxicated her. She and the victim seemed alone in a [14009] world of unreality, and she loved him absolutely, perhaps [14010] for half an hour. [14011] [14012] In the morning she was gone. The note that she left, [14013] tender and hysterical in tone, and intended to be most kind, [14014] hurt her lover terribly. It was as if some work of art had [14015] been broken by him, some picture in the National Gallery [14016] slashed out of its frame. When he recalled her talents and [14017] her social position, he felt that the first passerby had a [14018] right to shoot him down. He was afraid of the waitress and [14019] the porters at the railway-station. He was afraid at first [14020] of his wife, though later he was to regard her with a [14021] strange new tenderness, and to think, "There is nothing to [14022] choose between us, after all." [14023] [14024] The expedition to Shropshire crippled the Basts [14025] permanently. Helen in her flight forgot to settle the hotel [14026] bill, and took their return tickets away with her; they had [14027] to pawn Jacky's bangles to get home, and the smash came a [14028] few days afterwards. It is true that Helen offered him five [14029] thousands pounds, but such a sum meant nothing to him. He [14030] could not see that the girl was desperately righting [14031] herself, and trying to save something out of the disaster, [14032] if it was only five thousand pounds. But he had to live [14033] somehow. He turned to his family, and degraded himself to a [14034] professional beggar. There was nothing else for him to do. [14035] [14036] "A letter from Leonard," thought Blanche, his sister; [14037] "and after all this time." She hid it, so that her husband [14038] should not see, and when he had gone to his work read it [14039] with some emotion, and sent the prodigal a little money out [14040] of her dress allowance. [14041] [14042] "A letter from Leonard!" said the other sister, Laura, a [14043] few days later. She showed it to her husband. He wrote a [14044] cruel insolent reply, but sent more money than Blanche, so [14045] Leonard soon wrote to him again. [14046] [14047] And during the winter the system was developed. Leonard [14048] realized that they need never starve, because it would be [14049] too painful for his relatives. Society is based on the [14050] family, and the clever wastrel can exploit this [14051] indefinitely. Without a generous thought on either side, [14052] pounds and pounds passed. The donors disliked Leonard, and [14053] he grew to hate them intensely. When Laura censured his [14054] immoral marriage, he thought bitterly, "She minds that! [14055] What would she say if she knew the truth?" When Blanche's [14056] husband offered him work, he found some pretext for avoiding [14057] it. He had wanted work keenly at Oniton, but too much [14058] anxiety had shattered him; he was joining the unemployable. [14059] When his brother, the lay-reader, did not reply to a letter, [14060] he wrote again, saying that he and Jacky would come down to [14061] his village on foot. He did not intend this as blackmail. [14062] Still, the brother sent a postal order, and it became part [14063] of the system. And so passed his winter and his spring. [14064] [14065] In the horror there are two bright spots. He never [14066] confused the past. He remained alive, and blessed are those [14067] who live, if it is only to a sense of sinfulness. The [14068] anodyne of muddledom, by which most men blur and blend their [14069] mistakes, never passed Leonard's lips-- [14070] [14071] And if I drink oblivion of a day, [14072] So shorten I the stature of my soul. [14073] [14074] It is a hard saying, and a hard man wrote it, but it [14075] lies at the foot of all character. [14076] [14077] And the other bright spot was his tenderness for Jacky. [14078] He pitied her with nobility now--not the contemptuous pity [14079] of a man who sticks to a woman through thick and thin. He [14080] tried to be less irritable. He wondered what her hungry [14081] eyes desired--nothing that she could express, or that he or [14082] any man could give her. Would she ever receive the justice [14083] that is mercy--the justice for by-products that the world is [14084] too busy to bestow? She was fond of flowers, generous with [14085] money, and not revengeful. If she had borne him a child he [14086] might have cared for her. Unmarried, Leonard would never [14087] have begged; he would have flickered out and died. But the [14088] whole of life is mixed. He had to provide for Jacky, and [14089] went down dirty paths that she might have a few feathers and [14090] dishes of food that suited her. [14091] [14092] One day he caught sight of Margaret and her brother. He [14093] was in St. Paul's. He had entered the cathedral partly to [14094] avoid the rain and partly to see a picture that had educated [14095] him in former years. But the light was bad, the picture ill [14096] placed, and Time and Judgment were inside him now. Death [14097] alone still charmed him, with her lap of poppies, on which [14098] all men shall sleep. He took one glance, and turned [14099] aimlessly away towards a chair. Then down the nave he saw [14100] Miss Schlegel and her brother. They stood in the fairway of [14101] passengers, and their faces were extremely grave. He was [14102] perfectly certain that they were in trouble about their sister. [14103] [14104] Once outside--and he fled immediately--he wished that he [14105] had spoken to them. What was his life? What were a few [14106] angry words, or even imprisonment? He had done wrong--that [14107] was the true terror. Whatever they might know, he would [14108] tell them everything he knew. He re-entered St. Paul's. [14109] But they had moved in his absence, and had gone to lay their [14110] difficulties before Mr. Wilcox and Charles. [14111] [14112] The sight of Margaret turned remorse into new channels. [14113] He desired to confess, and though the desire is proof of a [14114] weakened nature, which is about to lose the essence of human [14115] intercourse, it did not take an ignoble form. He did not [14116] suppose that confession would bring him happiness. It was [14117] rather that he yearned to get clear of the tangle. So does [14118] the suicide yearn. The impulses are akin, and the crime of [14119] suicide lies rather in its disregard for the feelings of [14120] those whom we leave behind. Confession need harm no one--it [14121] can satisfy that test--and though it was un-English, and [14122] ignored by our Anglican cathedral, Leonard had a right to [14123] decide upon it. [14124] [14125] Moreover, he trusted Margaret. He wanted her hardness [14126] now. That cold, intellectual nature of hers would be just, [14127] if unkind. He would do whatever she told him, even if he [14128] had to see Helen. That was the supreme punishment she would [14129] exact. And perhaps she would tell him how Helen was. That [14130] was the supreme reward. [14131] [14132] He knew nothing about Margaret, not even whether she was [14133] married to Mr. Wilcox, and tracking her out took several [14134] days. That evening he toiled through the wet to Wickham [14135] Place, where the new flats were now appearing. Was he also [14136] the cause of their move? Were they expelled from society on [14137] his account? Thence to a public library, but could find no [14138] satisfactory Schlegel in the directory. On the morrow he [14139] searched again. He hung about outside Mr. Wilcox's office [14140] at lunch time, and, as the clerks came out said: "Excuse me, [14141] sir, but is your boss married?" Most of them stared, some [14142] said, "What's that to you?" but one, who had not yet [14143] acquired reticence, told him what he wished. Leonard could [14144] not learn the private address. That necessitated more [14145] trouble with directories and tubes. Ducie Street was not [14146] discovered till the Monday, the day that Margaret and her [14147] husband went down on their hunting expedition to Howards End. [14148] [14149] He called at about four o'clock. The weather had [14150] changed, and the sun shone gaily on the ornamental [14151] steps--black and white marble in triangles. Leonard lowered [14152] his eyes to them after ringing the bell. He felt in curious [14153] health: doors seemed to be opening and shutting inside his [14154] body, and he had been obliged to steep sitting up in bed, [14155] with his back propped against the wall. When the [14156] parlourmaid came he could not see her face; the brown rain [14157] had descended suddenly. [14158] [14159] "Does Mrs. Wilcox live here?" he asked. [14160] [14161] "She's out," was the answer. [14162] [14163] "When will she be back?" [14164] [14165] "I'll ask," said the parlourmaid. [14166] [14167] Margaret had given instructions that no one who [14168] mentioned her name should ever be rebuffed. Putting the [14169] door on the chain--for Leonard's appearance demanded [14170] this--she went through to the smoking-room, which was [14171] occupied by Tibby. Tibby was asleep. He had had a good [14172] lunch. Charles Wilcox had not yet rung him up for the [14173] distracting interview. He said drowsily: "I don't know. [14174] Hilton. Howards End. Who is it?" [14175] [14176] "I'll ask, sir." [14177] [14178] "No, don't bother." [14179] [14180] "They have taken the car to Howards End," said the [14181] parlourmaid to Leonard. [14182] [14183] He thanked her, and asked whereabouts that place was. [14184] [14185] "You appear to want to know a good deal," she remarked. [14186] But Margaret had forbidden her to be mysterious. She told [14187] him against her better judgment that Howards End was in [14188] Hertfordshire. [14189] [14190] "Is it a village, please?" [14191] [14192] "Village! It's Mr. Wilcox's private house--at least, [14193] it's one of them. Mrs. Wilcox keeps her furniture there. [14194] Hilton is the village." [14195] [14196] "Yes. And when will they be back?" [14197] [14198] "Mr. Schlegel doesn't know. We can't know everything, [14199] can we?" She shut him out, and went to attend to the [14200] telephone, which was ringing furiously. [14201] [14202] He loitered away another night of agony. Confession [14203] grew more difficult. As soon as possible he went to bed. [14204] He watched a patch of moonlight cross the floor of their [14205] lodging, and, as sometimes happens when the mind is [14206] overtaxed, he fell asleep for the rest of the room, but kept [14207] awake for the patch of moonlight. Horrible! Then began one [14208] of those disintegrating dialogues. Part of him said: "Why [14209] horrible? It's ordinary light from the room." "But it [14210] moves." "So does the moon." "But it is a clenched fist." [14211] "Why not?" "But it is going to touch me." "Let it." And, [14212] seeming to gather motion, the patch ran up his blanket. [14213] Presently a blue snake appeared; then another, parallel to [14214] it. "Is there life in the moon?" "Of course." "But I [14215] thought it was uninhabited." "Not by Time, Death, Judgment, [14216] and the smaller snakes." "Smaller snakes!" said Leonard [14217] indignantly and aloud. "What a notion!" By a rending [14218] effort of the will he woke the rest of the room up. Jacky, [14219] the bed, their food, their clothes on the chair, gradually [14220] entered his consciousness, and the horror vanished outwards, [14221] like a ring that is spreading through water. [14222] [14223] "I say, Jacky, I'm going out for a bit." [14224] [14225] She was breathing regularly. The patch of light fell [14226] clear of the striped blanket, and began to cover the shawl [14227] that lay over her feet. Why had he been afraid? He went to [14228] the window, and saw that the moon was descending through a [14229] clear sky. He saw her volcanoes, and the bright expanses [14230] that a gracious error has named seas. They paled, for the [14231] sun, who had lit them up, was coming to light the earth. [14232] Sea of Serenity, Sea of Tranquillity, Ocean of the Lunar [14233] Storms, merged into one lucent drop, itself to slip into the [14234] sempiternal dawn. And he had been afraid of the moon! [14235] [14236] He dressed among the contending lights, and went through [14237] his money. It was running low again, but enough for a [14238] return ticket to Hilton. As it clinked Jacky opened her eyes. [14239] [14240] "Hullo, Len! What ho, Len!" [14241] [14242] "What ho, Jacky! see you again later." [14243] [14244] She turned over and slept. [14245] [14246] The house was unlocked, their landlord being a salesman [14247] at Convent Garden. Leonard passed out and made his way down [14248] to the station. The train, though it did not start for an [14249] hour, was already drawn up at the end of the platform, and [14250] he lay down in it and slept. With the first jolt he was in [14251] daylight; they had left the gateways of King's Cross, and [14252] were under blue sky. Tunnels followed, and after each the [14253] sky grew bluer, and from the embankment at Finsbury Park he [14254] had his first sight of the sun. It rolled along behind the [14255] eastern smokes--a wheel, whose fellow was the descending [14256] moon--and as yet it seemed the servant of the blue sky, not [14257] its lord. He dozed again. Over Tewin Water it was day. To [14258] the left fell the shadow of the embankment and its arches; [14259] to the right Leonard saw up into the Tewin Woods and towards [14260] the church, with its wild legend of immortality. Six forest [14261] trees--that is a fact--grow out of one of the graves in [14262] Tewin churchyard. The grave's occupant--that is the [14263] legend--is an atheist, who declared that if God existed, six [14264] forest trees would grow out of her grave. These things in [14265] Hertfordshire; and farther afield lay the house of a [14266] hermit--Mrs. Wilcox had known him--who barred himself up, [14267] and wrote prophecies, and gave all he had to the poor. [14268] While, powdered in between, were the villas of business men, [14269] who saw life more steadily, though with the steadiness of [14270] the half-closed eye. Over all the sun was streaming, to all [14271] the birds were singing, to all the primroses were yellow, [14272] and the speedwell blue, and the country, however they [14273] interpreted her, was uttering her cry of "now." She did not [14274] free Leonard yet, and the knife plunged deeper into his [14275] heart as the train drew up at Hilton. But remorse had [14276] become beautiful. [14277] [14278] Hilton was asleep, or at the earliest, breakfasting. [14279] Leonard noticed the contrast when he stepped out of it into [14280] the country. Here men had been up since dawn. Their hours [14281] were ruled, not by a London office, but by the movements of [14282] the crops and the sun. That they were men of the finest [14283] type only the sentimentalist can declare. But they kept to [14284] the life of daylight. They are England's hope. Clumsily [14285] they carry forward the torch of the sun, until such time as [14286] the nation sees fit to take it up. Half clodhopper, half [14287] board-school prig, they can still throw back to a nobler [14288] stock, and breed yeomen. [14289] [14290] At the chalk pit a motor passed him. In it was another [14291] type, whom Nature favours--the Imperial. Healthy, ever in [14292] motion, it hopes to inherit the earth. It breeds as quickly [14293] as the yeoman, and as soundly; strong is the temptation to [14294] acclaim it as a super-yeoman, who carries his country's [14295] virtue overseas. But the Imperialist is not what he thinks [14296] or seems. He is a destroyer. He prepares the way for [14297] cosmopolitanism, and though his ambitions may be fulfilled, [14298] the earth that he inherits will be grey. [14299] [14300] To Leonard, intent on his private sin, there came the [14301] conviction of innate goodness elsewhere. It was not the [14302] optimism which he had been taught at school. Again and [14303] again must the drums tap, and the goblins stalk over the [14304] universe before joy can be purged of the superficial. It [14305] was rather paradoxical, and arose from his sorrow. Death [14306] destroys a man, but the idea of death saves him--that is the [14307] best account of it that has yet been given. Squalor and [14308] tragedy can beckon to all that is great in us, and [14309] strengthen the wings of love. They can beckon; it is not [14310] certain that they will, for they are not love's servants. [14311] But they can beckon, and the knowledge of this incredible [14312] truth comforted him. [14313] [14314] As he approached the house all thought stopped. [14315] Contradictory notions stood side by side in his mind. He [14316] was terrified but happy, ashamed, but had done no sin. He [14317] knew the confession: "Mrs. Wilcox, I have done wrong," but [14318] sunrise had robbed its meaning, and he felt rather on a [14319] supreme adventure. [14320] [14321] He entered a garden, steadied himself against a [14322] motor-car that he found in it, found a door open and entered [14323] a house. Yes, it would be very easy. From a room to the [14324] left he heard voices, Margaret's amongst them. His own name [14325] was called aloud, and a man whom he had never seen said, [14326] "Oh, is he there? I am not surprised. I now thrash him [14327] within an inch of his life." [14328] [14329] "Mrs. Wilcox," said Leonard, "I have done wrong." [14330] [14331] The man took him by the collar and cried, "Bring me a [14332] stick." Women were screaming. A stick, very bright, [14333] descended. It hurt him, not where it descended, but in the [14334] heart. Books fell over him in a shower. Nothing had sense. [14335] [14336] "Get some water," commanded Charles, who had all through [14337] kept very calm. "He's shamming. Of course I only used the [14338] blade. Here, carry him out into the air." [14339] [14340] Thinking that he understood these things, Margaret [14341] obeyed him. They laid Leonard, who was dead, on the gravel; [14342] Helen poured water over him. [14343] [14344] "That's enough," said Charles. [14345] [14346] "Yes, murder's enough," said Miss Avery, coming out of [14347] the house with the sword. [14348] [14349] [14350] Chapter 42 [14351] [14352] When Charles left Ducie Street he had caught the first train [14353] home, but had no inkling of the newest development until [14354] late at night. Then his father, who had dined alone, sent [14355] for him, and in very grave tones inquired for Margaret. [14356] [14357] "I don't know where she is, pater," said Charles. [14358] "Dolly kept back dinner nearly an hour for her." [14359] [14360] "Tell me when she comes in--." [14361] [14362] Another hour passed. The servants went to bed, and [14363] Charles visited his father again, to receive further [14364] instructions. Mrs. Wilcox had still not returned. [14365] [14366] "I'll sit up for her as late as you like, but she can [14367] hardly be coming. Isn't she stopping with her sister at the [14368] hotel?" [14369] [14370] "Perhaps," said Mr. Wilcox thoughtfully--"perhaps." [14371] [14372] "Can I do anything for you, sir?" [14373] [14374] "Not tonight, my boy." [14375] [14376] Mr. Wilcox liked being called sir. He raised his eyes [14377] and gave his son more open a look of tenderness than he [14378] usually ventured. He saw Charles as little boy and strong [14379] man in one. Though his wife had proved unstable his [14380] children were left to him. [14381] [14382] After midnight he tapped on Charles's door. "I can't [14383] sleep," he said. "I had better have a talk with you and get [14384] it over." [14385] [14386] He complained of the heat. Charles took him out into [14387] the garden, and they paced up and down in their [14388] dressing-gowns. Charles became very quiet as the story [14389] unrolled; he had known all along that Margaret was as bad as [14390] her sister. [14391] [14392] "She will feel differently in the morning," said Mr. [14393] Wilcox, who had of course said nothing about Mrs. Bast. [14394] "But I cannot let this kind of thing continue without [14395] comment. I am morally certain that she is with her sister [14396] at Howards End. The house is mine--and, Charles, it will be [14397] yours--and when I say that no one is to live there, I mean [14398] that no one is to live there. I won't have it." He looked [14399] angrily at the moon. "To my mind this question is connected [14400] with something far greater, the rights of property itself." [14401] [14402] "Undoubtedly," said Charles. [14403] [14404] Mr. Wilcox linked his arm in his son's, but somehow [14405] liked him less as he told him more. "I don't want you to [14406] conclude that my wife and I had anything of the nature of a [14407] quarrel. She was only over-wrought, as who would not be? I [14408] shall do what I can for Helen, but on the understanding that [14409] they clear out of the house at once. Do you see? That is a [14410] sine qua non." [14411] [14412] "Then at eight tomorrow I may go up in the car?" [14413] [14414] "Eight or earlier. Say that you are acting as my [14415] representative, and, of course, use no violence, Charles." [14416] [14417] On the morrow, as Charles returned, leaving Leonard dead [14418] upon the gravel, it did not seem to him that he had used [14419] violence. Death was due to heart disease. His stepmother [14420] herself had said so, and even Miss Avery had acknowledged [14421] that he only used the flat of the sword. On his way through [14422] the village he informed the police, who thanked him, and [14423] said there must be an inquest. He found his father in the [14424] garden shading his eyes from the sun. [14425] [14426] "It has been pretty horrible," said Charles gravely. [14427] "They were there, and they had the man up there with them too." [14428] [14429] "What--what man?" [14430] [14431] "I told you last night. His name was Bast." [14432] [14433] "My God, is it possible?" said Mr. Wilcox. "In your [14434] mother's house! Charles, in your mother's house!" [14435] [14436] "I know, pater. That was what I felt. As a matter of [14437] fact, there is no need to trouble about the man. He was in [14438] the last stages of heart disease, and just before I could [14439] show him what I thought of him he went off. The police are [14440] seeing about it at this moment." [14441] [14442] Mr. Wilcox listened attentively. [14443] [14444] "I got up there--oh, it couldn't have been more than [14445] half-past seven. The Avery woman was lighting a fire for [14446] them. They were still upstairs. I waited in the [14447] drawing-room. We were all moderately civil and collected, [14448] though I had my suspicions. I gave them your message, and [14449] Mrs. Wilcox said, 'Oh yes, I see; yes,' in that way of hers." [14450] [14451] "Nothing else?" [14452] [14453] "I promised to tell you, 'with her love,' that she was [14454] going to Germany with her sister this evening. That was all [14455] we had time for." [14456] [14457] Mr. Wilcox seemed relieved. [14458] [14459] "Because by then I suppose the man got tired of hiding, [14460] for suddenly Mrs. Wilcox screamed out his name. I [14461] recognized it, and I went for him in the hall. Was I right, [14462] pater? I thought things were going a little too far." [14463] [14464] "Right, my dear boy? I don't know. But you would have [14465] been no son of mine if you hadn't. Then did he [14466] just--just--crumple up as you said?" He shrunk from the [14467] simple word. [14468] [14469] "He caught hold of the bookcase, which came down over [14470] him. So I merely put the sword down and carried him into [14471] the garden. We all thought he was shamming. However, he's [14472] dead right enough. Awful business!" [14473] [14474] "Sword?" cried his father, with anxiety in his voice. [14475] "What sword? Whose sword?" [14476] [14477] "A sword of theirs." [14478] [14479] "What were you doing with it?" [14480] [14481] "Well, didn't you see, pater, I had to snatch up the [14482] first thing handy I hadn't a riding-whip or stick. I caught [14483] him once or twice over the shoulders with the flat of their [14484] old German sword." [14485] [14486] "Then what?" [14487] [14488] "He pulled over the bookcase, as I said, and fell," said [14489] Charles, with a sigh. It was no fun doing errands for his [14490] father, who was never quite satisfied. [14491] [14492] "But the real cause was heart disease? Of that you're sure?" [14493] [14494] "That or a fit. However, we shall hear more than enough [14495] at the inquest on such unsavoury topics." [14496] [14497] They went into breakfast. Charles had a racking [14498] headache, consequent on motoring before food. He was also [14499] anxious about the future, reflecting that the police must [14500] detain Helen and Margaret for the inquest and ferret the [14501] whole thing out. He saw himself obliged to leave Hilton. [14502] One could not afford to live near the scene of a scandal--it [14503] was not fair on one's wife. His comfort was that the [14504] pater's eyes were opened at last. There would be a horrible [14505] smash up, and probably a separation from Margaret; then they [14506] would all start again, more as they had been in his mother's [14507] time. [14508] [14509] "I think I'll go round to the police-station," said his [14510] father when breakfast was over. [14511] [14512] "What for?" cried Dolly, who had still not been "told." [14513] [14514] "Very well, sir. Which car will you have?" [14515] [14516] "I think I'll walk." [14517] [14518] "It's a good half-mile," said Charles, stepping into the [14519] garden. "The sun's very hot for April. Shan't I take you [14520] up, and then, perhaps, a little spin round by Tewin?" [14521] [14522] "You go on as if I didn't know my own mind," said Mr. [14523] Wilcox fretfully. Charles hardened his mouth. "You young [14524] fellows' one idea is to get into a motor. I tell you, I [14525] want to walk: I'm very fond of walking." [14526] [14527] "Oh, all right; I'm about the house if you want me for [14528] anything. I thought of not going up to the office today, if [14529] that is your wish." [14530] [14531] "It is, indeed, my boy," said Mr. Wilcox, and laid a [14532] hand on his sleeve. [14533] [14534] Charles did not like it; he was uneasy about his father, [14535] who did not seem himself this morning. There was a petulant [14536] touch about him--more like a woman. Could it be that he was [14537] growing old? The Wilcoxes were not lacking in affection; [14538] they had it royally, but they did not know how to use it. [14539] It was the talent in the napkin, and, for a warm-hearted [14540] man, Charles had conveyed very little joy. As he watched [14541] his father shuffling up the road, he had a vague regret--a [14542] wish that something had been different somewhere--a wish [14543] (though he did not express it thus) that he had been taught [14544] to say "I" in his youth. He meant to make up for Margaret's [14545] defection, but knew that his father had been very happy with [14546] her until yesterday. How had she done it? By some [14547] dishonest trick, no doubt--but how? [14548] [14549] Mr. Wilcox reappeared at eleven, looking very tired. [14550] There was to be an inquest on Leonard's' body tomorrow, and [14551] the police required his son to attend. [14552] [14553] "I expected that," said Charles. "I shall naturally be [14554] the most important witness there." [14555] [14556] [14557] Chapter 43 [14558] [14559] Out of the turmoil and horror that had begun with Aunt [14560] Juley's illness and was not even to end with Leonard's [14561] death, it seemed impossible to Margaret that healthy life [14562] should re-emerge. Events succeeded in a logical, yet [14563] senseless, train. People lost their humanity, and took [14564] values as arbitrary as those in a pack of playing-cards. It [14565] was natural that Henry should do this and cause Helen to do [14566] that, and then think her wrong for doing it; natural that [14567] she herself should think him wrong; natural that Leonard [14568] should want to know how Helen was, and come, and Charles be [14569] angry with him for coming--natural, but unreal. In this [14570] jangle of causes and effects what had become of their true [14571] selves? Here Leonard lay dead in the garden, from natural [14572] causes; yet life was a deep, deep river, death a blue sky, [14573] life was a house, death a wisp of hay, a flower, a tower, [14574] life and death were anything and everything, except this [14575] ordered insanity, where the king takes the queen, and the [14576] ace the king. Ah, no; there was beauty and adventure [14577] behind, such as the man at her feet had yearned for; there [14578] was hope this side of the grave; there were truer [14579] relationships beyond the limits that fetter us now. As a [14580] prisoner looks up and sees stars beckoning, so she, from the [14581] turmoil and horror of those days, caught glimpses of the [14582] diviner wheels. [14583] [14584] And Helen, dumb with fright, but trying to keep calm for [14585] the child's sake, and Miss Avery, calm, but murmuring [14586] tenderly, "No one ever told the lad he'll have a [14587] child"--they also reminded her that horror is not the end. [14588] To what ultimate harmony we tend she did not know, but there [14589] seemed great chance that a child would be born into the [14590] world, to take the great chances of beauty and adventure [14591] that the world offers. She moved through the sunlit garden, [14592] gathering narcissi, crimson-eyed and white. There was [14593] nothing else to be done; the time for telegrams and anger [14594] was over, and it seemed wisest that the hands of Leonard [14595] should be folded on his breast and be filled with flowers. [14596] Here was the father; leave it at that. Let Squalor be [14597] turned into Tragedy, whose eyes are the stars, and whose [14598] hands hold the sunset and the dawn. [14599] [14600] And even the influx of officials, even the return of the [14601] doctor, vulgar and acute, could not shake her belief in the [14602] eternity of beauty. Science explained people, but could not [14603] understand them. After long centuries among the bones and [14604] muscles it might be advancing to knowledge of the nerves, [14605] but this would never give understanding. One could open the [14606] heart to Mr. Mansbridge and his sort without discovering its [14607] secrets to them, for they wanted everything down in black [14608] and white, and black and white was exactly what they were [14609] left with. [14610] [14611] They questioned her closely about Charles. She never [14612] suspected why. Death had come, and the doctor agreed that [14613] it was due to heart disease. They asked to see her father's [14614] sword. She explained that Charles's anger was natural, but [14615] mistaken. Miserable questions about Leonard followed, all [14616] of which she answered unfalteringly. Then back to Charles [14617] again. "No doubt Mr. Wilcox may have induced death," she [14618] said; "but if it wasn't one thing it would have been [14619] another, as you yourselves know." At last they thanked her, [14620] and took the sword and the body down to Hilton. She began [14621] to pick up the books from the floor. [14622] [14623] Helen had gone to the farm. It was the best place for [14624] her, since she had to wait for the inquest. Though, as if [14625] things were not hard enough, Madge and her husband had [14626] raised trouble; they did not see why they should receive the [14627] offscourings of Howards End. And, of course, they were [14628] right. The whole world was going to be right, and amply [14629] avenge any brave talk against the conventions. "Nothing [14630] matters," the Schlegels had said in the past, "except one's [14631] self-respect and that of one's friends." When the time came, [14632] other things mattered terribly. However, Madge had yielded, [14633] and Helen was assured of peace for one day and night, and [14634] tomorrow she would return to Germany. [14635] [14636] As for herself, she determined to go too. No message [14637] came from Henry; perhaps he expected her to apologize. Now [14638] that she had time to think over her own tragedy, she was [14639] unrepentant. She neither forgave him for his behaviour nor [14640] wished to forgive him. Her speech to him seemed perfect. [14641] She would not have altered a word. It had to be uttered [14642] once in a life, to adjust the lopsidedness of the world. It [14643] was spoken not only to her husband, but to thousands of men [14644] like him--a protest against the inner darkness in high [14645] places that comes with a commercial age. Though he would [14646] build up his life without hers, she could not apologize. He [14647] had refused to connect, on the clearest issue that can be [14648] laid before a man, and their love must take the consequences. [14649] [14650] No, there was nothing more to be done. They had tried [14651] not to go over the precipice but perhaps the fall was [14652] inevitable. And it comforted her to think that the future [14653] was certainly inevitable: cause and effect would go jangling [14654] forward to some goal doubtless, but to none that she could [14655] imagine. At such moments the soul retires within, to float [14656] upon the bosom of a deeper stream, and has communion with [14657] the dead, and sees the world's glory not diminished, but [14658] different in kind to what she has supposed. She alters her [14659] focus until trivial things are blurred. Margaret had been [14660] tending this way all the winter. Leonard's death brought [14661] her to the goal. Alas! that Henry should fade, away as [14662] reality emerged, and only her love for him should remain [14663] clear, stamped with his image like the cameos we rescue out [14664] of dreams. [14665] [14666] With unfaltering eye she traced his future. He would [14667] soon present a healthy mind to the world again, and what did [14668] he or the world care if he was rotten at the core? He would [14669] grow into a rich, jolly old man, at times a little [14670] sentimental about women, but emptying his glass with [14671] anyone. Tenacious of power, he would keep Charles and the [14672] rest dependent, and retire from business reluctantly and at [14673] an advanced age. He would settle down--though she could not [14674] realize this. In her eyes Henry was always moving and [14675] causing others to move, until the ends of the earth met. [14676] But in time he must get too tired to move, and settle down. [14677] What next? The inevitable word. The release of the soul to [14678] its appropriate Heaven. [14679] [14680] Would they meet in it? Margaret believed in immortality [14681] for herself. An eternal future had always seemed natural to [14682] her. And Henry believed in it for himself. Yet, would they [14683] meet again? Are there not rather endless levels beyond the [14684] grave, as the theory that he had censured teaches? And his [14685] level, whether higher or lower, could it possibly be the [14686] same as hers? [14687] [14688] Thus gravely meditating, she was summoned by him. He [14689] sent up Crane in the motor. Other servants passed like [14690] water, but the chauffeur remained, though impertinent and [14691] disloyal. Margaret disliked Crane, and he knew it. [14692] [14693] "Is it the keys that Mr. Wilcox wants?" she asked. [14694] [14695] "He didn't say, madam." [14696] [14697] "You haven't any note for me?" [14698] [14699] "He didn't say, madam." [14700] [14701] After a moment's thought she locked up Howards End. It [14702] was pitiable to see in it the stirrings of warmth that would [14703] be quenched for ever. She raked out the fire that was [14704] blazing in the kitchen, and spread the coals in the [14705] gravelled yard. She closed the windows and drew the [14706] curtains. Henry would probably sell the place now. [14707] [14708] She was determined not to spare him, for nothing new had [14709] happened as far as they were concerned. Her mood might [14710] never have altered from yesterday evening. He was standing [14711] a little outside Charles's gate, and motioned the car to [14712] stop. When his wife got out he said hoarsely: "I prefer to [14713] discuss things with you outside." [14714] [14715] "It will be more appropriate in the road, I am afraid," [14716] said Margaret. "Did you get my message?" [14717] [14718] "What about?" [14719] [14720] "I am going to Germany with my sister. I must tell you [14721] now that I shall make it my permanent home. Our talk last [14722] night was more important than you have realized. I am [14723] unable to forgive you and am leaving you." [14724] [14725] "I am extremely tired," said Henry, in injured tones. [14726] "I have been walking about all the morning, and wish to sit down." [14727] [14728] "Certainly, if you will consent to sit on the grass." [14729] [14730] The Great North Road should have been bordered all its [14731] length with glebe. Henry's kind had filched most of it. [14732] She moved to the scrap opposite, wherein were the Six [14733] Hills. They sat down on the farther side, so that they [14734] could not be seen by Charles or Dolly. [14735] [14736] "Here are your keys," said Margaret. She tossed them [14737] towards him. They fell on the sunlit slope of grass, and he [14738] did not pick them up. [14739] [14740] "I have something to tell you," he said gently. [14741] [14742] She knew this superficial gentleness, this confession of [14743] hastiness, that was only intended to enhance her admiration [14744] of the male. [14745] [14746] "I don't want to hear it," she replied. "My sister is [14747] going to be ill. My life is going to be with her now. We [14748] must manage to build up something, she and I and her child." [14749] [14750] "Where are you going?" [14751] [14752] "Munich. We start after the inquest, if she is not too ill." [14753] [14754] "After the inquest?" [14755] [14756] "Yes." [14757] [14758] "Have you realized what the verdict at the inquest will be?" [14759] [14760] "Yes, heart disease." [14761] [14762] "No, my dear; manslaughter." [14763] [14764] Margaret drove her fingers through the grass. The hill [14765] beneath her moved as if it was alive. [14766] [14767] "Manslaughter," repeated Mr. Wilcox. "Charles may go to [14768] prison. I dare not tell him. I don't know what to do--what [14769] to do. I'm broken--I'm ended. " [14770] [14771] No sudden warmth arose in her. She did not see that to [14772] break him was her only hope. She did not enfold the [14773] sufferer in her arms. But all through that day and the next [14774] a new life began to move. The verdict was brought in. [14775] Charles was committed for trial. It was against all reason [14776] that he should be punished, but the law, being made in his [14777] image, sentenced him to three years' imprisonment. Then [14778] Henry's fortress gave way. He could bear no one but his [14779] wife, he shambled up to Margaret afterwards and asked her to [14780] do what she could with him. She did what seemed [14781] easiest--she took him down to recruit at Howards End. [14782] [14783] [14784] Chapter 44 [14785] [14786] Tom's father was cutting the big meadow. He passed again [14787] and again amid whirring blades and sweet odours of grass, [14788] encompassing with narrowing circles the sacred centre of the [14789] field. Tom was negotiating with Helen. [14790] [14791] "I haven't any idea," she replied. "Do you suppose baby [14792] may, Meg?" [14793] [14794] Margaret put down her work and regarded them absently. [14795] "What was that?" she asked. [14796] [14797] "Tom wants to know whether baby is old enough to play [14798] with hay?" [14799] [14800] "I haven't the least notion," answered Margaret, and [14801] took up her work again. [14802] [14803] "Now, Tom, baby is not to stand; he is not to lie on his [14804] face; he is not to lie so that his head wags; he is not to [14805] be teased or tickled; and he is not to be cut into two or [14806] more pieces by the cutter. Will you be as careful as all that?" [14807] [14808] Tom held out his arms. [14809] [14810] "That child is a wonderful nursemaid," remarked Margaret. [14811] [14812] "He is fond of baby. That's why he does it!" was [14813] Helen's answer. They're going to be lifelong friends." [14814] [14815] "Starting at the ages of six and one?" [14816] [14817] "Of course. It will be a great thing for Tom." [14818] [14819] "It may be a greater thing for baby." [14820] [14821] Fourteen months had passed, but Margaret still stopped [14822] at Howards End. No better plan had occurred to her. The [14823] meadow was being recut, the great red poppies were reopening [14824] in the garden. July would follow with the little red [14825] poppies among the wheat, August with the cutting of the [14826] wheat. These little events would become part of her year [14827] after year. Every summer she would fear lest the well [14828] should give out, every winter lest the pipes should freeze; [14829] every westerly gale might blow the wych-elm down and bring [14830] the end of all things, and so she could not read or talk [14831] during a westerly gale. The air was tranquil now. She and [14832] her sister were sitting on the remains of Evie's mockery, [14833] where the lawn merged into the field. [14834] [14835] "What a time they all are!" said Helen. "What can they [14836] be doing inside?" Margaret, who was growing less talkative, [14837] made no answer. The noise of the cutter came [14838] intermittently, like the breaking of waves. Close by them a [14839] man was preparing to scythe out one of the dell-holes. [14840] [14841] "I wish Henry was out to enjoy this," said Helen. "This [14842] lovely weather and to be shut up in the house! It's very hard." [14843] [14844] "It has to be," said Margaret. "The hay-fever is his [14845] chief objection against living here, but he thinks it worth while." [14846] [14847] "Meg, is or isn't he ill? I can't make out." [14848] [14849] "Not ill. Eternally tired. He has worked very hard all [14850] his life, and noticed nothing. Those are the people who [14851] collapse when they do notice a thing." [14852] [14853] "I suppose he worries dreadfully about his part of the tangle." [14854] [14855] "Dreadfully. That is why I wish Dolly had not come, [14856] too, today. Still, he wanted them all to come. It has to be." [14857] [14858] "Why does he want them?" [14859] [14860] Margaret did not answer. [14861] [14862] "Meg, may I tell you something? I like Henry." [14863] [14864] "You'd be odd if you didn't," said Margaret. [14865] [14866] "I usen't to." [14867] [14868] "Usen't!" She lowered her eyes a moment to the black [14869] abyss of the past. They had crossed it, always excepting [14870] Leonard and Charles. They were building up a new life, [14871] obscure, yet gilded with tranquillity. Leonard was dead; [14872] Charles had two years more in prison. One usen't always to [14873] see clearly before that time. It was different now. [14874] [14875] "I like Henry because he does worry." [14876] [14877] "And he likes you because you don't." [14878] [14879] Helen sighed. She seemed humiliated, and buried her [14880] face in her hands. After a time she said: "Above love," a [14881] transition less abrupt than it appeared. [14882] [14883] Margaret never stopped working. [14884] [14885] "I mean a woman's love for a man. I supposed I should [14886] hang my life on to that once, and was driven up and down and [14887] about as if something was worrying through me. But [14888] everything is peaceful now; I seem cured. That Herr [14889] Forstmeister, whom Frieda keeps writing about, must be a [14890] noble character, but he doesn't see that I shall never marry [14891] him or anyone. It isn't shame or mistrust of myself. I [14892] simply couldn't. I'm ended. I used to be so dreamy about a [14893] man's love as a girl, and think that for good or evil love [14894] must be the great thing. But it hasn't been; it has been [14895] itself a dream. Do you agree?" [14896] [14897] "I do not agree. I do not." [14898] [14899] "I ought to remember Leonard as my lover," said Helen, [14900] stepping down into the field. "I tempted him, and killed [14901] him and it is surely the least I can do. I would like to [14902] throw out all my heart to Leonard on such an afternoon as [14903] this. But I cannot. It is no good pretending. I am [14904] forgetting him." Her eyes filled with tears. "How nothing [14905] seems to match--how, my darling, my precious--" She broke [14906] off. "Tommy!" [14907] [14908] "Yes, please?" [14909] [14910] "Baby's not to try and stand.--There's something wanting [14911] in me. I see you loving Henry, and understanding him better [14912] daily, and I know that death wouldn't part you in the [14913] least. But I--Is it some awful appalling, criminal defect?" [14914] [14915] Margaret silenced her. She said: "It is only that [14916] people are far more different than is pretended. All over [14917] the world men and women are worrying because they cannot [14918] develop as they are supposed to develop. Here and there [14919] they have the matter out, and it comforts them. Don't fret [14920] yourself, Helen. Develop what you have; love your child. I [14921] do not love children. I am thankful to have none. I can [14922] play with their beauty and charm, but that is all--nothing [14923] real, not one scrap of what there ought to be. And [14924] others--others go farther still, and move outside humanity [14925] altogether. A place, as well as a person, may catch the [14926] glow. Don't you see that all this leads to comfort in the [14927] end? It is part of the battle against sameness. [14928] Differences--eternal differences, planted by God in a single [14929] family, so that there may always be colour; sorrow perhaps, [14930] but colour in the daily grey. Then I can't have you [14931] worrying about Leonard. Don't drag in the personal when it [14932] will not come. Forget him." [14933] [14934] "Yes, yes, but what has Leonard got out of life?" [14935] [14936] "Perhaps an adventure." [14937] [14938] "Is that enough?" [14939] [14940] "Not for us. But for him." [14941] [14942] Helen took up a bunch of grass. She looked at the [14943] sorrel, and the red and white and yellow clover, and the [14944] quaker grass, and the daisies, and the bents that composed [14945] it. She raised it to her face. [14946] [14947] "Is it sweetening yet?" asked Margaret. [14948] [14949] "No, only withered." [14950] [14951] "It will sweeten tomorrow." [14952] [14953] Helen smiled. "Oh, Meg, you are a person," she said. [14954] "Think of the racket and torture this time last year. But [14955] now I couldn't stop unhappy if I tried. What a change--and [14956] all through you!" [14957] [14958] "Oh, we merely settled down. You and Henry learnt to [14959] understand one another and to forgive, all through the [14960] autumn and the winter." [14961] [14962] "Yes, but who settled us down?" [14963] [14964] Margaret did not reply. The scything had begun, and she [14965] took off her pince-nez to watch it. [14966] [14967] "You!" cried Helen. "You did it all, sweetest, though [14968] you're too stupid to see. Living here was your plan--I [14969] wanted you; he wanted you; and every one said it was [14970] impossible, but you knew. Just think of our lives without [14971] you, Meg--I and baby with Monica, revolting by theory, he [14972] handed about from Dolly to Evie. But you picked up the [14973] pieces, and made us a home. Can't it strike you--even for a [14974] moment--that your life has been heroic? Can't you remember [14975] the two months after Charles's arrest, when you began to [14976] act, and did all?" [14977] [14978] "You were both ill at the time," said Margaret. "I did [14979] the obvious things. I had two invalids to nurse. Here was [14980] a house, ready furnished and empty. It was obvious. I [14981] didn't know myself it would turn into a permanent home. No [14982] doubt I have done a little towards straightening the tangle, [14983] but things that I can't phrase have helped me." [14984] [14985] "I hope it will be permanent," said Helen, drifting away [14986] to other thoughts. [14987] [14988] "I think so. There are moments when I feel Howards End [14989] peculiarly our own." [14990] [14991] "All the same, London's creeping." [14992] [14993] She pointed over the meadow--over eight or nine meadows, [14994] but at the end of them was a red rust. [14995] [14996] "You see that in Surrey and even Hampshire now," she [14997] continued. "I can see it from the Purbeck Downs. And [14998] London is only part of something else, I'm afraid. Life's [14999] going to be melted down, all over the world." [15000] [15001] Margaret knew that her sister spoke truly. Howards End, [15002] Oniton, the Purbeck Downs, the Oderberge, were all [15003] survivals, and the melting-pot was being prepared for them. [15004] Logically, they had no right to be alive. One's hope was in [15005] the weakness of logic. Were they possibly the earth beating [15006] time? [15007] [15008] "Because a thing is going strong now, it need not go [15009] strong for ever," she said. "This craze for motion has only [15010] set in during the last hundred years. It may be followed by [15011] a civilization that won't be a movement, because it will [15012] rest on the earth. All the signs are against it now, but I [15013] can't help hoping, and very early in the morning in the [15014] garden I feel that our house is the future as well as the past." [15015] [15016] They turned and looked at it. Their own memories [15017] coloured it now, for Helen's child had been born in the [15018] central room of the nine. Then Margaret said, "Oh, take [15019] care--!" for something moved behind the window of the hall, [15020] and the door opened. [15021] [15022] "The conclave's breaking at last. I'll go." [15023] [15024] It was Paul. [15025] [15026] Helen retreated with the children far into the field. [15027] Friendly voices greeted her. Margaret rose, to encounter a [15028] man with a heavy black moustache. [15029] [15030] "My father has asked for you," he said with hostility. [15031] She took her work and followed him. [15032] [15033] "We have been talking business," he continued, "but I [15034] dare say you knew all about it beforehand." [15035] [15036] "Yes, I did." [15037] [15038] Clumsy of movement--for he had spent all his life in the [15039] saddle--Paul drove his foot against the paint of the front [15040] door. Mrs. Wilcox gave a little cry of annoyance. She did [15041] not like anything scratched; she stopped in the hall to take [15042] Dolly's boa and gloves out of a vase. [15043] [15044] Her husband was lying in a great leather chair in the [15045] dining-room, and by his side, holding his hand rather [15046] ostentatiously, was Evie. Dolly, dressed in purple, sat [15047] near the window. The room was a little dark and airless; [15048] they were obliged to keep it like this until the carting of [15049] the hay. Margaret joined the family without speaking; the [15050] five of them had met already at tea, and she knew quite well [15051] what was going to be said. Averse to wasting her time, she [15052] went on sewing. The clock struck six. [15053] [15054] "Is this going to suit every one?" said Henry in a weary [15055] voice. He used the old phrases, but their effect was [15056] unexpected and shadowy. "Because I don't want you all [15057] coming here later on and complaining that I have been unfair." [15058] [15059] "It's apparently got to suit us," said Paul. [15060] [15061] "I beg your pardon, my boy. You have only to speak, and [15062] I will leave the house to you instead." [15063] [15064] Paul frowned ill-temperedly, and began scratching at his [15065] arm. "As I've given up the outdoor life that suited me, and [15066] I have come home to look after the business, it's no good my [15067] settling down here," he said at last. "It's not really the [15068] country, and it's not the town." [15069] [15070] "Very well. Does my arrangement suit you, Evie?" [15071] [15072] "Of course, Father." [15073] [15074] "And you, Dolly?" [15075] [15076] Dolly raised her faded little face, which sorrow could [15077] wither but not steady. "Perfectly splendidly," she said. [15078] "I thought Charles wanted it for the boys, but last time I [15079] saw him he said no, because we cannot possibly live in this [15080] part of England again. Charles says we ought to change our [15081] name, but I cannot think what to, for Wilcox just suits [15082] Charles and me, and I can't think of any other name." [15083] [15084] There was a general silence. Dolly looked nervously [15085] round, fearing that she had been inappropriate. Paul [15086] continued to scratch his arm. [15087] [15088] "Then I leave Howards End to my wife absolutely," said [15089] Henry. "And let every one understand that; and after I am [15090] dead let there be no jealousy and no surprise." [15091] [15092] Margaret did not answer. There was something uncanny in [15093] her triumph. She, who had never expected to conquer anyone, [15094] had charged straight through these Wilcoxes and broken up [15095] their lives. [15096] [15097] "In consequence, I leave my wife no money," said Henry. [15098] "That is her own wish. All that she would have had will be [15099] divided among you. I am also giving you a great deal in my [15100] lifetime, so that you may be independent of me. That is her [15101] wish, too. She also is giving away a great deal of money. [15102] She intends to diminish her income by half during the next [15103] ten years; she intends when she dies to leave the house to [15104] her--to her nephew, down in the field. Is all that clear? [15105] Does every one understand?" [15106] [15107] Paul rose to his feet. He was accustomed to natives, [15108] and a very little shook him out of the Englishman. Feeling [15109] manly and cynical, he said: "Down in the field? Oh, come! [15110] I think we might have had the whole establishment, [15111] piccaninnies included." [15112] [15113] Mrs. Cahill whispered: "Don't, Paul. You promised you'd [15114] take care." Feeling a woman of the world, she rose and [15115] prepared to take her leave. [15116] [15117] Her father kissed her. "Good-bye, old girl," he said; [15118] "don't you worry about me. " [15119] [15120] "Good-bye, Dad." [15121] [15122] Then it was Dolly's turn. Anxious to contribute, she [15123] laughed nervously, and said: "Good-bye, Mr. Wilcox. It does [15124] seem curious that Mrs. Wilcox should have left Margaret [15125] Howards End, and yet she get it, after all." [15126] [15127] From Evie came a sharply-drawn breath. "Good-bye," she [15128] said to Margaret, and kissed her. [15129] [15130] And again and again fell the word, like the ebb of a [15131] dying sea. [15132] [15133] "Good-bye." [15134] [15135] "Good-bye, Dolly." [15136] [15137] "So long, Father." [15138] [15139] "Good-bye, my boy; always take care of yourself." [15140] [15141] "Good-bye, Mrs. Wilcox." [15142] [15143] "Good-bye. [15144] [15145] Margaret saw their visitors to the gate. Then she [15146] returned to her husband and laid her head in his hands. He [15147] was pitiably tired. But Dolly's remark had interested her. [15148] At last she said: "Could you tell me, Henry, what was that [15149] about Mrs. Wilcox having left me Howards End?" [15150] [15151] Tranquilly he replied: "Yes, she did. But that is a [15152] very old story. When she was ill and you were so kind to [15153] her she wanted to make you some return, and, not being [15154] herself at the time, scribbled 'Howards End' on a piece of [15155] paper. I went into it thoroughly, and, as it was clearly [15156] fanciful, I set it aside, little knowing what my Margaret [15157] would be to me in the future." [15158] [15159] Margaret was silent. Something shook her life in its [15160] inmost recesses, and she shivered. [15161] [15162] "I didn't do wrong, did I?" he asked, bending down. [15163] [15164] "You didn't, darling. Nothing has been done wrong." [15165] [15166] From the garden came laughter. "Here they are at last!" [15167] exclaimed Henry, disengaging himself with a smile. Helen [15168] rushed into the gloom, holding Tom by one hand and carrying [15169] her baby on the other. There were shouts of infectious joy. [15170] [15171] "The field's cut!" Helen cried excitedly--"the big [15172] meadow! We've seen to the very end, and it'll be such a [15173] crop of hay as never!" [15174] [15175] [15176] Weybridge, 1908-1910. [15177] [15178]

Howard's End by E.M. Forster Chapters 41-44

Howard's End by E.M. Forster
Chapters 41-44