Great Britain -- Politics and government -- 20th century -- Fiction; Man-woman relationships -- Fiction; Politicians -- Fiction
Andy Hayes was sore to the heart. He had thought that a catastrophe such
as this, a "row," would be the best thing--the best for Vivien Wellgood.
He was even surer of it now--even now, when to think of the pain she
suffered sent a pang through his heart. But what a light that increased
certainty of his threw on Harry Belfield! And, as he said to himself,
trudging home from the Lion, Harry had always been a part of his
life--in early days a very big part--and one of the most cherished.
Harry's hand had been the source whence benefits flowed; Harry's example
had been an inspiration. Whatever Harry had done now, or might do in the
future--that future now suddenly become so much less assured, so much
harder to foresee--the great debt remained. Andy did not grudge
"sweeping up the pieces." Alas, that he could not mend the broken
pitcher! Sore as his heart was for the blow that had fallen on
Vivien--on her so frail that the lightest touch of adversity seemed
cruel--yet his sorest pain was that the blow came from Harry Belfield's
hand. That filled him with a shame almost personal. He had so identified
himself with his friend and hero, he had so shared in and profited by
the good in him--his kindness, his generosity, his championship--that he
could not rid himself of a feeling of sharing also in the evil. In the
sullying of Harry's honour he saw his own stained--even as by Harry's
high achievements he would have felt his own friendship glorified.
"Without Harry I should never have been where or what I am." That was
the thought in his mind, and it was a sure verity. Harry had opened the
doors, he had walked through. Whatever Harry had done or would do with
his own life, he had done much for his friend's, and done it gaily and
gladly. Doris Flower might chide and despair; Gilly Foot's contemptuous
verdict might dismiss Harry to his fate. That could not be Andy's mood
nor Andy's attitude. Gratitude forbade despair; it must be his part
still to work, to aid, to shelter; always, above all, to forgive, and to
try--at least to try--to comprehend.
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