Just then a door clanged, Helen's light, laughing voice was heard in
the hall, and the whole phantom sunk out of sight. He took hold of
gross reality again, and saw his path, hard and lucid like a line of
burnished gold, leading on to a bright shining ridge, on which arose
the long colonnades of a great house, round which a multitude of people
buzzed, and held out golden wreaths to him.
In the reaction of emotion which ensued there came to him a new
virility of purpose. To come so near those golden heights and miss
them was a thing impossible. Once let him scale them, stand visibly
triumphant--and then? Well, it would be time enough then to meditate
upon the deep sad words of this old philosophic thinker which had so
strangely moved him.
Nevertheless, this softened mood did not wholly leave him all this
Sabbath evening. The memory of his father had evoked also the memory
of his son. For the first time a faint suspicion crossed his mind
that, after all, Arthur might have chosen a form of life which promised
greater happiness than his own. Through all the many months of absence
he had rarely mentioned Arthur's name; if he had done so, it had been
with a frowning brow. Now, to the surprise of both mother and
daughter, he asked for Arthur's letters, took them with him into the
office, and there read them quietly.
"If he only had not gone away!" he said.
And with that thought his sense of injury returned. It was a hard
thing for a father to condone the implied condemnation of that flight.
And the only rehabilitation of his pride lay in some visible success
which even Arthur must respect. There was a lot of good that might be
done with money. It was expected nowadays of rich men that they should
be public benefactors. Here was an untried field which he might
conquer; and what a fine irony it would be if Arthur should return to
England some day to find the name of the father he had despised
mentioned with general respect as a public benefactor! It was strange
that he had not thought of that before. It would afford him a new
interest in life, and be an exquisite revenge.
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