England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Families -- Fiction; Murder -- Fiction
They started at once; they caught a train which landed them at the
nearest station a little before seven. It was an evening in early
spring. The sun was sinking, the cloudless sky was full of peace and
light, the air was as soft as it was fragrant; there was no rustle of
branches, even the birds were hushed.
“It is the end,” said Constance softly, “and it is peace.”
They had not spoken since they started together for the station. When
one knows the mind of his companion, what need for words?
Presently they turned from the road into the park. It was opposite the
stile over which, seventy years ago, one man had passed on his way to
death, and another, less fortunate, on his way to destruction.
“Let us sit down in this place,” said Leonard. “Before we go on I have
something to say--I should like to say it before we are face to face
with that most unhappy of men.”
Constance obeyed and sat down upon the stile.
“When we came here before,” he began, with a serious voice and grave
eyes, “I was fresh from the shame and the discovery of the family
misfortunes. And we talked of the sins of the fathers, and the eating of
sour grapes, and the consolation of the Prophet----”
“I remember every word.”
“Very well. I think you will understand me, Constance, when I say that I
am rejoiced that I made the discovery of this fatal family history with
all that it entailed--the train of evils and shames--yes, even though it
has led to these weeks of a kind of obsession or possession, during
which I have been unable to think of anything else.”
“What do you think now? Are the sins of the fathers visited upon the
children, or was the Prophet right?”
“I see, with you, that it is impossible to avoid the consequences of the
father’s life and actions. The words ‘Third or Fourth Generation’ must
not be taken literally. They mean that from father to son there is a
continual chain of events linked together and inseparable, and always
moulding and causing the events which follow, and this though we know
not the past and cannot see the connecting links that form the chain. In
a higher stage humanity will refrain from some things and will be
attracted by other things entirely through the consideration of their
effect upon those who follow after. It will be a punishment self-imposed
by those who fall that they must, in pity and in mercy, have no children
to inherit their shame.”
“You put my own thoughts into words. But about the children I am not so
sure; their very shames may be made a ladder such as Augustine made his
sins.”
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