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A Liberal Education
by
The actual solution of his perplexities came by an accident. Amongst the visitors who fell under Hilton’s observation at the Branscomes’ was a certain Mr. Marston, a complacent widower of some five-and-thirty years, and Branscome’s fellow servant at the Admiralty. Hilton’s attention was attracted to this man by the air of embarrassment with which Mrs. Branscome received his approaches. Resolute to neglect no clue, however slight, David sought Marston’s companionship, and, as a reward, discovered one afternoon in a Crown Derby teacup on the mantel-shelf of the latter’s room his own present of two years back. The exclamation which this discovery extorted aroused Marston.
“What’s up?”
“Where did you get this?”
“Why? Have you seen it before?”
The question pointed out to David the need of wariness.
“No!” he answered. “Its shape rather struck me, that’s all. The emblem of a conquest, I suppose?”
The invitation stumbled awkwardly from unaccustomed lips, but Marston noticed no more than the words. He was chewing the cud of a disappointment and answered with a short laugh:
“No! Rather of a rebuff. The lady tore her hand away in a hurry–the link on the bracelet was thin, I suppose. Anyway, that was left in my hand.”
“You were proposing to her?”
“Well, hardly. I was married at the time.”
There was a silence for some moments, during which Hilton slowly gathered into his mind a consciousness of the humiliation which Kate must have endured, and read in that the explanation of her words “I had to marry.” Marston took up the tale, babbling resentfully of a nursery prudishness, but his remarks fell on deaf ears until he mentioned a withered flower, which he had found inside the locket. Then David’s self control partially gave way. In imagination he saw Marston carelessly tossing the sprig aside and the touch of his fingers seemed to sully the love of which it was the token. The locket burned into his hand. Without a word he dropped it on to the floor, and ground it to pieces with his heel. A new light broke in upon Marston.
“So this accounts for all your railing against the marriage laws,” he laughed. “By Jove, you have kept things quiet. I wouldn’t have given you credit for it.”
His eyes travelled from the carpet to David’s face, and he stopped abruptly.
“You had better hold your tongue,” David said quietly. “Pick up the pieces.”
“Do you think I would touch them now?”
Marston rose from his lounge; David stepped in front of the door. There was a litheness in his movements which denoted obedient muscles. Marston perceived this now with considerable discomfort, and thought it best to comply: he knelt down and picked up the fragments of the locket.
“Now throw them into the grate!”
That done, David took his leave. Once outside the house, however, his emotion fairly mastered him. The episode of which he had just heard was so mean and petty in itself, and yet so far-reaching in its consequences that it set his senses aflame in an increased revolt against the order of the world. Marriage was practically a necessity to a girl as unprotected as Kate Alden; he now acquiesced in that. But that it should have been forced upon her by the vanity of a trivial person like Marston, engaged in the pursuit of his desires, sent a fever of repulsion through his veins. He turned back to the door deluded by the notion that it was his duty to render the occurrence impossible of repetition. He was checked, however, by the thought of Mrs. Branscome. The shame he felt hinted the full force of degradation of which she must have been conscious, and begot in him a strange feeling of loyalty. Up till now the true meaning of chivalry had been unknown to him. In consequence of his bringing up he had been incapable of regarding faith in persons as a working motive in one’s life. Even the first dawn of his passion had failed to teach him that; all the confidence and trust which he gained thereby being a mere reflection, from what he saw in Kate Alden, of truth to him. It was necessary that he should feel her trouble first and his poignant sense of that now revealed to him, not merely the wantonness of the perils women are compelled to run, but their consequent sufferings and their endurance in suppressing them.