British -- India -- Fiction; India -- History -- British occupation, 1765-1947 -- Fiction
Her appearance in India was itself the outcome of an impulse generated
by the arrival of two cheques, whose united figures took away her
breath; and confirmed by the fact that Michael's relations with the
inevitable woman of the moment threatened serious complications--for
the woman. For Michael himself serious complications seemed out of all
question. Frank Pagan though he was, he lacked, in a peculiar degree,
the needful leavening of common clay. Love, as he knew it, was not
inevitably based on passion. It was his imagination rather than his
heart that took fire, and only under the influence of a dominant
emotion did he appear to be capable of the highest achievement.
Briefly, he was in love with Love, with that elixir of the heart that
stirs the pulses, and quickens inspiration. The object loved stood
second. But, so long as the enchantment held, so long as no new
impression caught and whirled him in another direction, he honestly
believed her to be supreme.
Hence complications, many and embarrassing, which went far to interpret
Quita's inconsequent flittings from one continental town to another.
For, although the younger by eighteen months, she was many years older
in thought and character than her irresponsible brother; and in all
matters of moment she took, and was expected to take, the lead.
The key to a perplexing character may often be found in the
idiosyncrasies of its nearest and dearest; and this reversal of the
natural order of things explained much in Quita that appeared
_difficile_ and contradictory; explained also her instant gravitation
to Lenox, in whom she divined a supply of moral force, and the
masculine spirit of protection, both strangely undeveloped in the
brother she so devoutly loved. And if at times the uncongenial task of
conscience-keeper, and general financier, coupled with complexities,
arising from her own false position, had proved something of a strain
upon her, Michael had never yet discovered the fact. She understood
and shared enough of his Pagan spirit to accept his emotional aids to
self-expression at their true value. Do what he might, she could not
find it in her heart to be angry with him for long. He carried his
fine crop of failings with a cheerfulness and assurance so engaging,
that it seemed almost ungracious to be aware of them.
But there were moments when the woman in her rebelled, even to
remonstrance, with small result; and when, at length, the arrival of
two cheques coincided with Michael's announcement that a certain
enamoured Countess obviously expected him to free her from the tyranny
of an unloved husband, Quita had laughingly suggested India as an
inviting means of escape from entanglements present and to come.
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