The philosopher, too, had experienced a great affliction since they met last. In the pride of his heart he had designed to show Marmaduke the mystic operations of his model, which had seemed that morning to open into life; and when the young man was gone, and he made the experiment alone, alas! he found that new progress but involved him in new difficulties. He had gained the first steps in the gigantic creation of modern days, and he was met by the obstacle that baffled so long the great modern sage. There was the cylinder, there the boiler; yet, work as he would, the steam failed to keep the cylinder at work. And now, patiently as the spider re-weaves the broken web, his untiring ardour was bent upon constructing a new cylinder of other materials. Strange, he said to himself, that the heat of the mover aids not the movement; and so, blundering near the truth, he laboured on.
Sibyll, meanwhile, seated herself abstractedly on a heap of fagots piled in the corner, and seemed busy in framing characters on the dusty floor with the point of her tiny slipper. So fresh and fair and young she seemed, in that murky atmosphere, that strange scene, and beside that worn man, that it might have seemed to a poet as if the youngest of the Graces were come to visit Mulciber at his forge.
The man pursued his work, the girl renewed her dreams, the dark evening hour gradually stealing over both. The silence was unbroken, for the forge and the model were now at rest, save by the grating of Adams file upon the metal, or by some ejaculation of complacency now and then vented by the enthusiast. So, apart from the many-noised, gaudy, babbling world without, even in the midst of that bloody, turbulent, and semi-barbarous time, went on (the one neglected and unknown, the other loathed and hated) the two movers of the ALL that continues the airy life of the Beautiful from age to age,the Womans dreaming Fancy and the Mans active Genius.
CHAPTER II. MASTER ADAM WARNER GROWS A MISER, AND BEHAVES SHAMEFULLY
For two or three days nothing disturbed the outward monotony of the recluses household. Apparently all had settled back as before the advent of the young cavalier. But Sibylls voice was not heard singing, as of old, when she passed the stairs to her fathers room. She sat with him in his work no less frequently and regularly than before; but her childish spirits no longer broke forth in idle talk or petulant movements, vexing the good man from his absorption and his toils. The little cares and anxieties, which had formerly made up so much of Sibylls day by forethought of provision for the morrow, were suspended; for the money transmitted to her by Alwyn in return for the emblazoned manuscripts was sufficient to supply their modest wants for months to come. Adam, more and more engrossed in his labours, did not appear to perceive the daintier plenty of his board, nor the purchase of some small comforts unknown for years. He only said one morning, It is strange, girl, that as that gathers in life (and he pointed to the model), it seems already to provide, to my fantasy, the luxuries it will one day give to us all in truth. Methought my very bed last night seemed wondrous easy, and the coverings were warmer, for I woke not with the cold.
Ah, thought the sweet daughter, smiling through moist eyes, while my cares can smooth thy barren path through life, why should I cark and pine?
Their solitude was now occasionally broken in the evenings by the visits of Nicholas Alwyn. The young goldsmith was himself not ignorant of the simpler mathematics; he had some talent for invention, and took pleasure in the construction of horologes, though, properly speaking, not a part of his trade. His excuse for his visits was the wish to profit by Warners mechanical knowledge; but the student was so rapt in his own pursuits, that he gave but little instruction to his visitor. Nevertheless Alwyn was satisfied, for he saw Sibyll. He saw her in the most attractive phase of her character,the loving, patient, devoted daughter; and the view of her household virtues affected more and more his honest English heart. But, ever awkward and embarrassed, he gave no vent to his feelings. To Sibyll he spoke little, and with formal constraint; and the girl, unconscious of her conquest, was little less indifferent to his visits than her abstracted father.
But all at once Adam woke to a sense of the change that had taken place; all at once he caught scent of gold, for his works were brought to a pause for want of some finer and more costly materials than the coins in his own possession (the remnant of Marmadukes gift) enabled him to purchase. He had stolen out at dusk, unknown to Sibyll, and lavished the whole upon the model; but in vain! The model in itself was, indeed, completed; his invention had mastered the difficulty that it had encountered. But Adam had complicated the contrivance by adding to it experimental proofs of the agency it was intended to exercise. It was necessary in that age, if he were to convince others, to show more than the principle of his engine,he must show also something of its effects; turn a mill without wind or water, or set in motion some mimic vehicle without other force than that the contrivance itself supplied. And here, at every step, new obstacles arose. It was the misfortune to science in those days, not only that all books and mathematical instruments were enormously dear, but that the students, still struggling into light, through the glorious delusions of alchemy and mysticism, imagined that, even in simple practical operations, there were peculiar virtues in virgin gold and certain precious stones. A link in the process upon which Adam was engaged failed him; his ingenuity was baffled, his work stood still; and in poring again and again over the learned manuscriptsalas! now lostin which certain German doctors had sought to explain the pregnant hints of Roger Bacon, he found it inculcated that the axle of a certain wheel must be composed of a diamond. Now, in truth, it so happened that Adams contrivance, which (even without the appliances which were added in illustration of the theory) was infinitely more complicated than modern research has found necessary, did not even require the wheel in question, much less the absent diamond; it happened, also, that his understanding, which, though so obtuse in common life, was in these matters astonishingly clear, could not trace any mathematical operations by which the diamond axle would in the least correct the difficulty that had suddenly started up; and yet the accursed diamond began to haunt him,the German authority was so positive on the point, and that authority had in many respects been accurate. Nor was this all,the diamond was to be no vulgar diamond; it was to be endowed, by talismanic skill, with certain properties and virtues; it was to be for a certain number of hours exposed to the rays of the full moon; it was to be washed in a primitive and wondrous elixir, the making of which consumed no little of the finest gold. This diamond was to be to the machine what the soul is to the body,a glorious, all-pervading, mysterious principle of activity and life. Such were the dreams that obscured the cradle of infant science! And Adam, with all his reasoning powers, big lore in the hard truths of mathematics, was but one of the giant children of the dawn. The magnificent phrases and solemn promises of the mystic Germans got firm hold of his fancy. Night and day, waking or sleeping, the diamond, basking in the silence of the full moon, sparkled before his eyes. Meanwhile all was at a stand. In the very last steps of his discovery he was arrested. Then suddenly looking round for vulgar moneys to purchase the precious gem, and the materials for the soluble elixir, he saw that MONEY had been at work around him,that he had been sleeping softly and faring sumptuously. He was seized with a divine rage. How had Sibyll dared to secrete from him this hoard; how presumed to waste upon the base body what might have so profited the eternal mind? In his relentless ardour, in his sublime devotion and loyalty to his abstract idea, there was a devouring cruelty, of which this meek and gentle scholar was wholly unconscious. The grim iron model, like a Moloch, ate up all things,health, life, love; and its jaws now opened for his child. He rose from his bed,it was daybreak,he threw on his dressing-robe, he strode into his daughters room; the gray twilight came through the comfortless, curtainless casement, deep sunk into the wall. Adam did not pause to notice that the poor child, though she had provoked his anger by refitting his dismal chamber, had spent nothing in giving a less rugged frown to her own.
The scanty worm-worn furniture, the wretched pallet, the poor attire folded decently beside,nothing save that inexpressible purity and cleanliness which, in the lowliest hovel, a pure and maiden mind gathers round it; nothing to distinguish the room of her whose childhood had passed in courts from the but of the meanest daughter of drudgery and toil! No,he who had lavished the fortunes of his father and big child into the grave of his ideanohe saw nothing of this self-forgetful penurythe diamond danced before him! He approached the bed; and oh! the contrast of that dreary room and peasant pallet to the delicate, pure, enchanting loveliness of the sleeping inmate. The scanty covering left partially exposed the snow-white neck and rounded shoulder; the face was pillowed upon the arm, in an infantine grace; the face was slightly flushed, and the fresh red lips parted into a smile,for in her sleep the virgin dreamed,a happy dream! It was a sight to have touched a fathers heart, to have stopped his footstep, and hushed his breath into prayer. And call not Adam hardunnaturalthat he was not then, as men far more harsh than hefor the father at that moment was not in his breast, the human man was gonehe himself, like his model, was a machine of iron!his life was his one idea!
Wake, child, wake! he said, in a loud but hollow voice. Where is the gold thou hast hidden from me? Wake! confess!
Roused from her gracious dreams thus savagely, Sibyll started, and saw the eager, darkened face of her father. Its expression was peculiar and undefinable, for it was not threatening, angry, stern; there was a vacancy in the eyes, a strain in the features, and yet a wild, intense animation lighting and pervading all,it was as the face of one walking in his sleep, and, at the first confusion of waking, Sibyll thought indeed that such was her fathers state. But the impatience with which he shook the arm he grasped, and repeated, as he opened convulsively his other hand, The gold, Sibyll, the gold! Why didst thou hide it from me? speedily convinced her that her fathers mind was under the influence of the prevailing malady that made all its weakness and all its strength.
My poor father! she said pityingly, wilt thou not leave thyself the means whereby to keep strength and health for thine high hopes? Ah, Father, thy Sibyll only hoarded her poor gains for thee!
The gold! said Adam, mechanically, but in a softer voice,allall thou hast! How didst thou get it,how?
By the labours of these hands. Ah, do not frown on me!
Thouthe child of knightly fathersthou labour! said Adam, an instinct of his former state of gentle-born and high-hearted youth flashing from his eyes. It was wrong in thee!
Dost thou not labour too?
Ay, but for the world. Well, the gold!
Sibyll rose, and modestly throwing over her form the old mantle which lay on the pallet, passed to a corner of the room, and opening a chest, took from it the gipsire, and held it out to her father.
If it please thee, dear and honoured sir, so be it; and Heaven prosper it in thy hands!
Before Adams clutch could close on the gipsire, a rude hand was laid on his shoulder, the gipsire was snatched from Sibyll, and the gaunt, half-clad form of old Madge interposed between the two.
Eh, sir! she said, in her shrill, cracked tone, I thought when I heard your door open, and your step hurrying down, you were after no good deeds. Fie, master, fie! I have clung to you when all reviled, and when starvation within and foul words without made all my hire; for I ever thought you a good and mild man, though little better than stark wode. But, augh! to rob your child thus, to leave her to starve and pine! We old folks are used to it. Look round, look round! I remember this chamber, when ye first came to your fathers hall. Saints of heaven! There stood the brave bed all rustling with damask of silk; on those stone walls once hung fine arras of the Flemings,a marriage gift to my lady from Queen Margaret, and a mighty show to see, and good for the souls comforts, with Bible stories wrought on it. Eh, sir! dont you call to mind your namesake, Master Adam, in his brave scarlet hosen, and Madam Eve, in her bonny blue kirtle and laced courtpie? and nownow look round, I say, and see what you have brought your child to!
Hush! hush! Madge, bush! cried Sibyll, while Adam gazed in evident perturbation and awakening shame at the intruder, turning his eyes round the room as she spoke, and heaving from time to time short, deep sighs.
But I will not hush, pursued the old woman; I will say my say, for I love ye both, and I loved my poor mistress who is dead and gone. Ah, sir, groan! it does you good. And now when this sweet damsel is growing up, now when you should think of saving a marriage dower for her (for no marriage where no pot boils), do you rend from her the little that she has drudged to gain!She! Oh, out on your heart! And for what,for what, sir? For the neighbours to set fire to your fathers house, and the little ones to
Forbear, woman! cried Adam, in a voice of thunder; forbear! Heavens! And he waved his hand as he spoke, with so unexpected a majesty that Madge was awed into sudden silence, and, darting a look of compassion at Sibyll, she hobbled from the room. Adam stood motionless an instant; but when he felt his childs soft arms round his neck, when he heard her voice struggling against tears, praying him not to heed the foolish words of the old servant,to taketo take all, that it would be easy to gain more,the ice of his philosophy melted at once; the man broke forth, and, clasping Sibyll to his heart, and kissing her cheek, her lips, her hands, he faltered out, No! no! forgive me! Forgive thy cruel father! Much thought has maddened me, I think,it has indeed! Poor child, poor Sibyll, and he stroked her cheek gently, and with a movement of pathetic pitypoor child, thou art pale, and so slight and delicate! And this chamberand thy lonelinessandah! my life hath been a curse to thee, yet I meant to bequeath it a boon to all!
Father, dear father, speak not thus. You break my heart. Here, here, take the goldor rather, for thou must not venture out to insult again, let me purchase with it what thou needest. Tell me, trust me
No! exclaimed Adam, with that hollow energy by which a man resolves to impose restraint on himself; I will not, for all that science ever achieved,I will not lay this shame on my soul! Spend this gold on thyself, trim this room, buy thee raiment,all that thou needest,I order, I command it! And hark thee, if thou gettest more, hide it from me, hide it well; mens desires are foul tempters! I never knew, in following wisdom, that I had a vice. I wake and find myself a miser and a robber!
And with these words he fled from the girls chamber, gained his own, and locked the door.
CHAPTER III. A STRANGE VISITOR.ALL AGES OF THE WORLD BREED WORLD-BETTERS
Sibyll, whose soft heart bled for her father, and who now reproached herself for having concealed from him her little hoard, began hastily to dress that she might seek him out, and soothe the painful feelings which the honest rudeness of Madge had aroused. But before her task was concluded, there pealed a loud knock at the outer door. She heard the old housekeepers quivering voice responding to a loud clear tone; and presently Madge herself ascended the stairs to Warners room, followed by a man whom Sibyll instantly recognizedfor he was not one easily to be forgottenas their protector from the assault of the mob. She drew back hastily as he passed her door, and in some wonder and alarm awaited the descent of Madge. That venerable personage having with some difficulty induced her master to open his door and admit the stranger, came straight into her young ladys chamber. Cheer up, cheer up, sweetheart, said the old woman; I think better days will shine soon; for the honest man I have admitted says he is but come to tell Master Warner something that will redound much to his profit. Oh, he is a wonderful fellow, this same Robin! You saw how he turned the cullions from burning the old house!