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nor left； went out。
Instead of the sensation of relief and wild elation which fills the
heart of those who have taken the first plunge； Miltoun had nothing
in his deep dark well but the waters of bitterness。 In truth； with
the delivery of that speech he had but parted with what had been a
sort of anodyne to suffering。 He had only put the fine point on his
conviction； of how vain was his career now that he could not share it
with Audrey Noel。 He walked slowly towards the Temple； along the
riverside； where the lamps were paling into nothingness before that
daily celebration of Divinity； the meeting of dark and light。
For Miltoun was not one of those who take things lying down； he took
things desperately； deeply； and with revolt。 He took them like a
rider riding himself； plunging at the dig of his own spurs； chafing
and wincing at the cruel tugs of his own bitt； bearing in his
friendless； proud heart all the burden of struggles which shallower
or more genial natures shared with others。
He looked hardly less haggard； walking home； than some of those
homeless ones who slept nightly by the river； as though they knew
that to lie near one who could so readily grant oblivion； alone could
save them from seeking that consolation。 He was perhaps unhappier
than they； whose spirits； at all events； had long ceased to worry
them； having oozed out from their bodies under the foot of Life：
Now that Audrey Noel was lost to him； her loveliness and that
indescribable quality which made her lovable； floated before him； the
very torture…flowers of a beauty never to be graspedyet； that he
could grasp； 'if he only would！ That was the heart and fervour of
his suffering。 To be grasped if he only would！ He was suffering；
too； physically from a kind of slow fever； the result of his wetting
on the day when he last saw her。 And through that latent fever；
things and feelings； like his sensations in the House before his
speech； were all as it were muffled in a horrible way； as if they all
came to him wrapped in a sort of flannel coating； through which he
could not cut。 And all the time there seemed to be within him two
men at mortal grips with one another； the man of faith in divine
sanction and authority； on which all his beliefs had hitherto hinged；
and a desperate warm…blooded hungry creature。 He was very miserable；
craving strangely for the society of someone who could understand
what he was feeling； 。and； from long habit of making no confidants；
not knowing how to satisfy that craving。
It was dawn when he reached his rooms； and； sure that he would not
sleep； he did not even go to bed； but changed his clothes； made
himself some coffee； and sat down at the window which overlooked the
flowered courtyard。
In Middle Temple Hall a Ball was still in progress； though the
glamour from its Chinese lanterns was already darkened and gone。
Miltoun saw a man and a girl； sheltered by an old fountain； sitting
out their last dance。 Her head had sunk on her partner's shoulder；
their lips were joined。 And there floated up to the window the scent
of heliotrope； with the tune of the waltz that those two should have
been dancing。 This couple so stealthily enlaced； the gleam of their
furtively turned eyes； the whispering of their lips； that stony niche
below the twittering sparrows； so cunningly sought outit was the
world he had abjured！ When he looked again； theylike a vision
seenhad stolen away and gone； the music too had ceased； there was
no scent of heliotrope。 In the stony niche crouched a stray cat
watching the twittering sparrows。
Miltoun went out； and； turning into the empty Strand； walked on
without heeding where； till towards five o'clock he found himself on
Putney Bridge。
He rested there； leaning over the parapet； looking down at the grey
water。 The sun was just breaking through the heat haze； early
waggons were passing； and already men were coming in to work。 To
what end did the river wander up and down； and a human river flow
across it twice every day？ To what end were men and women suffering？
Of the full current of this life Miltoun could no more see the aim；
than that of the wheeling gulls in the early sunlight。
Leaving the bridge he made towards Barnes Common。 The night was
still ensnared there on the gorse bushes grey with cobwebs and starry
dewdrops。 He passed a tramp family still sleeping； huddled all
together。 Even the homeless lay in each other's arms！
》From the Common he emerged on the road near the gates of Ravensham；
turning in there； he found his way to the kitchen garden； and sat
down on a bench close to the raspberry bushes。 They were protected
from thieves； but at Miltoun's approach two blackbirds flustered out
through the netting and flew away。
His long figure resting so motionless impressed itself on the eyes of
a gardener； who caused a report to be circulated that his young
lordship was in the fruit garden。 It reached the ears of Clifton；
who himself came out to see what this might mean。 The old man took
his stand in front of Miltoun very quietly。
〃You have come to breakfast； my lord？〃
〃If my grandmother will have me； Clifton。〃
〃I understood your lordship was speaking last night。〃
〃I was。〃
〃You find the House of Commons satisfactory； I hope。〃
〃Fairly； thank you； Clifton。〃
〃They are not what they were in the great days of your grandfather； I
believe。 He had a very good opinion of them。 They vary； no doubt。〃
〃Tempora mutantur。〃
〃That is so。 I find quite anew spirit towards public affairs。 The
ha'penny Press； one takes it in； but one hardly approves。 I shall be
anxious to read your speech。 They say a first speech is a great
strain。〃
〃It is rather。〃
〃But you had no reason to be anxious。 I'm sure it was beautiful。〃
Miltoun saw that the old man's thin sallow cheeks had flushed to a
deep orange between his snow…white whiskers。
〃I have looked forward to this day；〃 he stammered； 〃ever since I knew
your lordshiptwenty…eight years。 It is the beginning。〃
〃Or the end； Clifton。〃
The old man's face fell in a look of deep and concerned astonishment。
〃No； no；〃 he said； 〃with your antecedents； never。〃
Miltoun took his hand。
〃Sorry； Cliftondidn't mean to shock you。〃
And for a minute neither spoke； looking at their clasped hands as if
surprised。
〃Would your lordship like a bathbreakfast is still at eight。 I can
procure you a razor。〃
When Miltoun entered the breakfast room； his grandmother； with a copy
of the Times in her hands； was seated before a grape fruit； which；
with a shredded wheat biscuit； constituted her first meal。 Her
appearance hardly warranted Barbara's description of 'terribly well'；
in truth she looked a little white； as if she had been feeling the
heat。 But there was no lack of animation in her little steel…grey
eyes； nor of decision in her manner。
〃I see；〃 she said； 〃that you've taken a line of your own； Eustace。
I've nothing to say against that； in fact； quite the contrary。 But
remember this； my dear； however you may change you mustn't wobble。
Only one thing counts in that place； hitting the same nail on the
head with the same hammer