“'Whist, girl, come out of the light,' he whispered. 'There's a purse
with twenty pounds odd in my desk upstairs; get it, Nan, here's the
key.' I knew what he wanted the money for, but I couldn't help it; I got
him the purse and put ten pounds more of my own in it. 'Must you do it?'
I said. 'I must,' he answered. 'Your father says everybody will despise
you for this marriage,' I said. 'Better they should than I should
despise myself,' said he. 'But he calls it moral suicide,' I said.
'That's not so bad as moral murder,' he replied. 'He knows the island,'
I urged, 'and so do you, Tom, and so do I, and nobody can hold up his
head in a little place like this after a marriage like that.' 'All the
worse for the place,' said he, 'if it stains a man's honour for acting
honourably.'”
“Father was an upright man,” interrupted Philip. “There's no question
about it, my father was a gentleman.”
“'She must be a sweet, good girl, and worthy of you, or you wouldn't
marry her,' said I to father; 'but are you sure that you will be
happy and make her happy?' We shall have each other, and it is our own
affair,' said father.”
“Precisely,” said Philip.
“'But if there is a difference between you now,' I said, 'will it be
less when you are the great man we hope to see you some day?' 'A man is
not always thinking of success,' he answered.
“My father was a great man already, Auntie,” burst out Philip.
“He was shaken and I was ashamed, but I could not help it, I went on.
'Has the marriage gone too far?' I asked. 'It has never been mentioned
between us,' said he. 'Your father is old, and can't live long,' I
pleaded. 'He wants me to behave like a scoundrel,' he answered. 'Why
that, if the girl has no right to you yet?' I said, and he was silent.
Then I crept up and looked in at the window. 'See,' I whispered, 'he's
in the library. We'll take him by surprise. Come!' It was not to be.
There was a smell of tobacco on the air and the thud of a step on the
grass. 'Who's that?' I said. 'Who should it be,' cried father, 'but the
same spy again. I'll shake the life out of him yet as a terrier would
a rat. No use, girl,' he shouted hoarsely, facing towards the darkness,
'they're driving me to destruction.' 'Hush!' I said, and covered his
mouth with my hands, and his breath was hot, like fire. But it was
useless. He was married three days afterwards.”
Philip resolved to see Kate no more. He must go to Sulby on Saturday
to meet the fishermen, but that would be a business visit; he need not
prolong it into a friendly one. All the week through he felt as if his
heart would break; but he resolved to conquer his feelings. He pitied
himself somewhat, and that helped him to rise above his error.
XV.
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