You may imagine that these were terrifying.... I counted them, and was
unable to check my groans when, thinking I had come to the end of them,
yet another sprang up, stabbing me as it were from behind. They might
almost have been veritable assassins, springing out from behind the dark
bushes and copses near the Vale of Health among which I wandered....
Think of them! Think of them!
They, he and she, were of an age, or nearly; I seven years the senior of
the elder of them. They met on three days a week at the college, met
doubtless to snigger together over their "fun," only on three evenings
could I see her. Her people apparently knew his; she would go down to
Guildford, and my fancy might picture them, together there, taking
walks, telling stories over the fire, laughing at chance resemblances at
the Zoo. And all this time I should not cease for a moment to labour at
that garden of my ambition above the brown mould of which not a green
shoot yet showed. How (you must remember I was desperately facing the
worst that could happen and not the best)--how could they help but fall
in love? What would it be possible for me to do but to discover the
thing after it had happened? And when it had happened, what was there
then to be done?
But I need not force all this upon you. You will see for yourself. Look
at it, then, and tell me where you would have conceived the odds to
lie--with my possibly large-planning but certainly slow-executing brain,
or with them and their opportunities and luck and gifts of circumstance
and nature, demolishable singly perhaps, but well-nigh invincible in the
sum of them?
I weighed it as I strayed and stubbled about the benighted Heath.
I returned from Hampstead at three o'clock in the morning. My horror of
red and green had long since been switched off, and I got into bed
during the only quiet interval that noisy and populous corner ever knew.
I had now balanced advantages and disadvantages together, and was
recapitulating the whole. Examining, setting aside, bringing forward
again to re-examine in other aspects, setting aside again, checking,
dismissing, estimating--my brain worked like a ticking instrument.
Clocks struck, but still I pondered; and I was as free from anger now
as if it had been another, not I, who had sought the support of the
railings in Mecklenburgh Square.
And there dominated all my machination the single thought, that by no
slip or carelessness or overlooked detail must they be made aware that
I was watching them as a masked thief watches the uneasy sleeper upon
the bed.
V
It was at Rixon Tebb & Masters' that I first began to know jealousy, or
at least the image of it. I find I must say a little more about this
place in which I spent my days at that time.
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