Love stories; Nobility -- Great Britain -- Fiction; Switzerland -- Fiction
“You must stand up against her if she troubles you, and seek the help
of religion; if necessary consult your old Pasteur, for he is a good
man. There is no danger in the world that cannot be escaped if only one
is bold enough, or so I think, though, alas! myself I have lacked
courage,” she added with a gentle sigh.
“Now, dear boy,” she went on after pausing to recover strength,
“I have a third thing to say to you. I have left you some money, as I
know that you will have little. It is not very much, but enough,
allowing for accidents and the lessening of capital values, to give you
£260 a year clear. I might have given you more, but did not, for two
reasons. The first is, that I have observed that young men who have
what is called a competence, say £500 or £600 a year, very often are
content to try and live on it, and to do nothing for themselves, so
that in the end it becomes, not a blessing, but a curse. The second is,
that to do so I should be obliged to take away from certain charities
and institutions which I wish to benefit. That is all I have to say
about money. Oh! no, there is one more thing. I have also left you the
talisman you gave me, and with it this house and grounds. Perhaps one
day you might like to live here. I have a sort of feeling that it will
be useful to you at some great crisis of your fate, and at least it
will remind you of me, who have loved and tried to beautify the place.
In any case it will always let, and if it becomes a white elephant, you
can sell it and the furniture, which is worth something.”
Godfrey began to stammer his thanks, but she cut him short with a wave
of her hand, murmuring:
“Don’t let us waste more time on such things, for soon you must go
away. Already I see that nurse looking at me from the doorway of the
other room, and I have something more to say to you. You will come to
think that all this spiritualism, as it is called, is nothing but a
dangerous folly. Well, it is dangerous, like climbing the Alps, but one
gets a great view from the top. And, oh! from there how small men look
and how near are the heavens. I mean, my dear boy, that although I have
asked you to abjure séances and so forth, I do pray of you to
cultivate the spiritual. The physical, of course, is always with us,
for that is Nature’s law, without which it could not continue. But
around and beyond it broods the spirit, as once it did upon the face of
the waters, encircling all things; the beginning of all things, and the
end. Only, as wine cannot be poured into a covered cup, so the spirit
cannot flow into a world-sealed heart, and what is the cup without the
wine? Open your heart, Godfrey, and receive the spirit, so that when
the mortal perishes the immortal may remain and everlastingly increase.
For you know, if we choose death we shall die, and if we choose life we
shall live; we, and all that is dear to us.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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