One of Our Conquerors — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 602 pages of information about One of Our Conquerors — Complete.

One of Our Conquerors — Complete eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 602 pages of information about One of Our Conquerors — Complete.

‘No, Victor; they have cast me off.’

’Count on my cousins, the Duvidney ladies.  Then we can say, that those two good old spinsters are less narrow than the Dreightons.  I have to confess I rather think I was to blame for leaving Creckholt.  Only, if I see my girl wounded, I hate the place that did the mischief.  You and Fredi will clap hands for the country about Lakelands.’

‘Have you heard from her . . . of her . . . is it anything, Victor?’ Nataly asked him shyly; with not much of hope, but some readiness to be inflated.  The prospect of an entry into the big new house, among a new society, begirt by the old nightmares and fretting devils, drew her into staring daylight or furnace-light.

He answered:  ’Mrs. Burman has definitely decided.  In pity of us?—­to be free herself?—­who can say!  She ’s a woman with a conscience—­of a kind:  slow, but it brings her to the point at last.  You know her, know her well.  Fenellan has it from her lawyer—­her lawyer! a Mr. Carting; a thoroughly trustworthy man—­’

‘Fenellan, as a reporter?’

’Thoroughly to be trusted on serious matters.  I understand that Mrs. Burman:—­her health is awful:  yes, yes; poor woman! poor woman! we feel for her:—­she has come to perceive her duty to those she leaves behind.  Consider:  she has used the rod.  She must be tired out—­if human.  And she is.  One remembers traits.’

Victor sketched one or two of the traits allusively to the hearer acquainted with them.  They received strong colouring from midday’s Old Veuve in his blood.  His voice and words had a swing of conviction:  they imparted vinousness to a heart athirst.

The histrionic self-deceiver may be a persuasive deceiver of another, who is again, though not ignorant of his character, tempted to swallow the nostrums which have made so gallant a man of him:  his imperceptible sensible playing of the part, on a substratum of sincereness, induces fascinatingly to the like performance on our side, that we may be armed as he is for enjoying the coveted reality through the partial simulation of possessing it.  And this is not a task to us when we have looked our actor in the face, and seen him bear the look, knowing that he is not intentionally untruthful; and when we incline to be captivated by his rare theatrical air of confidence; when it seems as an outside thought striking us, that he may not be altogether deceived in the present instance; when suddenly an expectation of the thing desired is born and swims in a credible featureless vagueness on a misty scene:  and when we are being kissed and the blood is warmed.  In fine, here as everywhere along our history, when the sensations are spirited up to drown the mind, we become drift-matter of tides, metal to magnets.  And if we are women, who commonly allow the lead to men, getting it for themselves only by snaky cunning or desperate adventure, credulity—­the continued trust in the man—­is the alternative of despair.

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