I have felt the same, said the young man. And it has become unendurable to me. One must either submit or break away. The process must end in irremediable distortion, and fatal deprivation of the power of walking independently. Your whole future, your character for good or evil, depends on your conduct now. If you fall back in your chair unable to resist
No, I will kick and kick, I will not be disabled from walking.
If you make a brief attempt to resist, and do not maintain a stubborn and determined resistance, you will be cramped and crippled for life. As you put it, the whole social system of the upper classes is Chinese bandaging of the feet; not only so, but it is Indian flattening of the skull. I have felt, and so have you, that in this house our heads are strapped between boards to give them the requisite shape, and our brains to be not allowed to exceed the requisite measure.
What can I do? I have no one but yourself to advise me.
It will be impossible for you to escape the influences brought to bear on you, if you remain here; the Cribbages, great and small, will lie in wait till you are napping and then fall on you and bind you, and apply the laces to your feet, and the boards to your head.
But, whither could I go? Arminell asked. She thought for a moment, and then said, If I went to my Aunt Hermione, it would be going from beneath the shower under the shoot. There never was a more formal, society-laced creature in the whole world than my aunt, Lady Hermione Flathead. Everything in her house, her talk, her manners, her mind, her piety, everything about her is conventional.
Lady Lamerton approached, with little spots of colour in her cheeks, holding a parasol.
My dear Arminell, she said, how can you be so inconsiderate as to come out without a sunshade?
You see, said Arminell, turning contemptuously away and addressing the tutor; everything is to order. I may not even take two steps without a parasol, in fine weather; and in bad, without an umbrella. The hand must never be free.
I think, Mr. Saltren, said Lady Lamerton, that it would be well if Giles went indoors, and, now that he is better, learnt a little Latin.
As your ladyship desires it, certainly, answered the tutor.
I am so glad, my dear, said Lady Lamerton, that you have waited for me on the terrace. I am sorry to have detained you one minute, but I was looking out the address of those Straceys. I will take your arm and we will look at the pansies.
Step-mothers, the Germans call them, said Arminell. I do not admire pansies.
We call them pansies, from pensée, dear, which means thought, kind thought, and forethought, which possibly, though not always acknowledged, is to be found in step-mothers.
Arminell tossed her head.
The homely name for these same flowers, continued Lady Lamerton, is hearts-ease, and Im sure it is a misnomer, if hearts-ease be the equivalent for step-mother, especially when she has to do with a wayward step-daughter.
I think that step-mothers would find most hearts-ease, if they would turn their activity away from their step-daughters, and leave them alone.
My conscience will not suffer me to do this, answered Lady Lamerton without losing her temper. You may not acknowledge my authority, and you may hold cheap my intellectual powers and acquirements, but, after all, Armie, I am in authority, and I do not think I am quite a fool. I can, and I must, warn you against dashing yourself against the barbed wire. My dear, if we would listen to others, we would save ourselves many a tear and bitter experience. I love you too well, and your dear father too well, to leave you uncautioned when I see you doing what is foolish and dangerous.
But do you not know that experience is the one thing that must be bought, and cannot be accepted as a gift?
I beg your pardon. Our whole system of social culture is built upon experience accepted and not bought. It is not the Catholics alone who hold by tradition, we all do it, or are barbarians. Progress without it is impracticable. We start from the accumulated experience of the past, handed on to us by the traditions of our fathers. If everyone began by rejecting the acquisitions of the past, advance would be limited to the term of mans natural life, for everyone would begin from the beginning; whereas, each generation now starts where the last generation left off. It is like the hill of Hissarlik where there are cities superposed the one on the other, and each is an advance culturally and artistically on that below above the Greek Ilium, below the Homeric Troy, under that the primeval hovel of the flint-chipper.
Each on the ruins of the other.
Each using up the material of the other, following the acquisitions of the earlier builders and pushing further on to structural perfection.
That may be true of material process, said Arminell, but, morally, it is not true. Besides, our forefathers made blunders. I have been speaking with Mr. Saltren about the Flatheads and the Chinese who compress the heads and double up the feet of children. But our ancestors were nearly as stupid. Look at the monument of the first Lord Lamerton in the church. See the swaddled babies represented on it, cross-gartered like Malvolio. Now we give freedom to our babies, let them stretch, and scramble, and sprawl. But you old ladies still treat us young girls as your great-grandmothers treated their babies. You swaddle us, and keep us swaddled all our life long. No wonder we resent it. The babies got emancipated, and so will we. I have heard both papa and you say that when you were children you were not allowed to draw nearer the fire than the margin of the rug. Was there sense in that? Was the fire lighted to radiate its heat over an area circumscribed by the mat, and that the little prim mortals with blue noses and frosty fingers must shiver beyond the range of its warmth? We do not see it. We will step across the rug, and if we are cold, step inside the fender.
And set fire to your skirts?
We will go for warmth where it is to be found, and not keep aloof from it because of the vain traditions of the elders.
Lady Lamerton sighed.
Well, dear, she said, we will not argue the matter. To shift the subject, I hardly think it was showing much good feeling in you to come straight out here after I had expressed my wish that you would not. It was not what I may term pretty.
I had promised Mr. Saltren to return to him and resume the thread of our interrupted conversation. Why did you send for me about old Ceelys past history, as if I cared a straw for that?
I sent for you, Armie, because you were walking with the tutor, and Mrs. Cribbage had observed it. She told me, also, that you had been seen with him when you ought to have been at church.
Well?
It was injudicious. She also said that you had been observed walking in the avenue last night with a gentleman; but I was able to assure her that the gentleman was your father.
This espionage is insufferable, interrupted Arminell.
I allow it is unpleasant, but we must be careful to give no occasion for ill-natured remark.
I can not. I will not be swaddled and have my feet crippled, and my head compressed, and then like a Chinese lady ask to be helped about by you and Mrs. Cribbage.
Better that than by any one you may pick up.
I do not ask to be helped about by any one I may pick up. Besides, Mr. Saltren was not picked up by me, but by my father. He introduced him to the house, gave him to be the guide and companion of Giles, and therefore I cannot see why I may not cultivate his acquaintance, and, if I see fit, lean on him. I will not be swaddled, and passed about from arm to arm baby eternal!
CHAPTER XXII
TOO LATE
Lady Lamerton said no more to Arminell, but waited till the return of his lordship, before dinner, and spoke to him on the matter.
She was aware that any further exertion of authority would lead to no good. She was a kind woman who laboured to be on excellent terms with everybody and who had disciplined herself to the perpetual bearing of olive branches. She had done her utmost to gain Arminells goodwill, but had gone the wrong way to work. She had made concession after concession, and this made her step-daughter regard her as wanting in spirit, and the grey foliage of Lady Lamertons olive boughs had become weariful in the eyes of the girl.
If my lady had taken a firm course from the first and had held consistently to it, Arminell might have disliked her, but would not have despised her. It does not succeed to buy off barbarians. Moreover, Arminell misconstrued her step-mothers motives. She thought that my ladys peace pledges were sham, that she endeavoured to beguile her into confidence, in order that she might establish a despotic authority over her.
I do not know what to do with Armie! sighed Lady Lamerton. We have had a passage of arms to-day and she has shaken her glove in my face. Another word from me, and she would have thrown it at my feet.
She said no more, as she was afraid of saying too much, and she waited for her husband to speak. But, as he offered no remark, but looked annoyed, she continued, I am sorry to speak to you. I know that I am in fault. I ought to have won her heart and with it her cheerful respect, but I have not. It is now too late for me to alter my conduct. Arminell was a girl of sense when I came here, and it really seems disgraceful that at my age I should have been unable to win the child, or master her. But I have failed, and I acknowledge the failure frankly, without knowing what to suggest as a remedy to the mischief done. I accept all the blame you may be inclined to lay on me
Lord Lamerton went up to his wife, took her face between his hands and kissed her.
Little woman, I lay no blame on you.
Well, dear, then I do on myself. I told you last night how I accounted for it. One can look back and see ones faults, but looking forward one is still in ignorance what road to pursue. It really seems to me, Lamerton, that on lifes way all the direction posts are painted so as to show us where we have diverged from the right way and not whither we are to go.
Julia, I exercise as little control over Armie as yourself. It is a painful confession for a father to make, that he has not won the respect of his child of his daughter, I mean; as for Giles dear monkey his voice softened and had a slight shake in it.
And I am sure, said Lady Lamerton, putting her arms round his neck, and drawing his fresh red cheek to her lips, that there is nothing, nothing whatever in you to make her lack the proper regard.
I will tell you what it is, said Lord Lamerton, Armie is young and believes in heroes. We are both of us too ordinary in our ways, in our ideas, in our submission to the social laws, in our arm-in-arm plod along the road of duty, to satisfy her. She wants some one with great ideas to guide her; with high-flown sentiment; to such an one alone will she look up. She is young, this will wear off, and she will sober down and come to regard hum-drum life with respect.
In the meantime much folly may be perpetrated, said Lady Lamerton sadly. Do look how much has been spent in the restoration of Orleigh. You have undone all that your grandfather had done. He overlaid the stone with stucco, and knocked out the mullions of the windows for the insertion of sashes, and painted over drab all the oak that was not cut away. So are we in later years restoring the mistakes made in ourselves, perhaps by our parents in our bringing up, but certainly, also, by our own folly and bad taste in youth. And well for us if there is still solid stone to be cleared of plaster, and rich old oak to be cleared of the paint that obscures it. What I dread is lest the iconoclastic spirit should be so strong in the girl that she may hack and tear down in her violent passion for change what can never be recovered and re-erected.
She is not without principle.
She mistakes her caprices for principles. Her own will is the ruling motive of all her actions, she has no external canon to which she regulates her actions and submits her will.
What caprice has she got now?
She has taken a violent fancy to the society of young Saltren.
Oh! he is harmless.
I am not so certain of that. He is morbid and discontented.
Discontented! About what? Faith he must be hard to please then. Everything has been done for him that could be done.
Possibly for that reason he is discontented. Some men like to make their own fortunes, not to have them made for them. You have, in my opinion, done too much for the young fellow.
He was consumptive and would certainly have died, had I not sent him abroad.
Yes but after that?
Then he was unfit for manual labour, and he was an intelligent lad, refined, and delicate still. So I had him educated.
Are you sure he is grateful for what you have done for him?
Lord Lamerton shrugged his shoulders. I never gave a thought to that. I suppose so.
I am not sure that he is. Look at children, they accept as their due everything given them, all care shown them, and pay no regard to the sacrifices made for them. There is no conscious gratitude in children. I should not be surprised if it were the same with young Saltren. I do not altogether trust him. There is a something in him I do not like. He does his duty by Giles. He is respectful to you and me and yet I have no confidence in him.
Julia, said Lord Lamerton with a laugh. I know what it is, you mistrust him because he is not a gentleman by birth.
Not at all, answered his wife, warmly. Though I grant that there is a better guarantee for a man of birth conducting himself properly in a place of trust, because he has deposited such stakes. Even if he have not principle in himself, he will not act as if he had none, for fear of losing caste. Whereas one with no connections about him to hold him in check will only act aright if he have principle. But we have gone from our topic, which was, not Jingles, but Arminell. I want to speak about her, and about him only so far as he influences her for good or bad. I will tell you my cause of uneasiness.
Then she related to her husband what she knew about the Sunday walk in the morning, and the Sunday talk in the afternoon, and the music-room meeting on the following morning.
Oh! said his lordship, he only went there to turn over the pages of her music.
You see nothing in that?
Pon my soul, no.
Then I must tell you about her conduct this afternoon, when she disobeyed me in a marked, and I am sorry to use the expression offensive manner.
That I will not tolerate. I can not suffer her to be insolent to you.
For pitys sake do not interfere. You will make matters worse. She will hate me for having informed you of what occurred. No take some other course.
What course?
Will it not be well to get rid of Saltren? And till he has departed, let Arminell go to Lady Hermione Woodhead.
Within parenthesis be it said that Woodhead was Aunt Hermiones real name, only in scorn, and to signify her contraction of mind, had Arminell called her Flathead, after the tribe of Indians which affects the compression of infants skulls.