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have inclined her to indulge him for kindness' sake.
Thereupon he took exception to her use of the word 'grand' as descriptive
of the actual universe:
'The imaginary picture of the sky as the concavity of a dome whose base
extends from horizon to horizon of our earth is grand, simply grand, and
I wish I had never got beyond looking at it in that way. But the actual
sky is a horror.'
'A new view of our old friends, the stars,' she said, smiling up at them.
'But such an obviously true one!' said the young man. 'You would hardly
think, at first, that horrid monsters lie up there waiting to be
discovered by any moderately penetrating mind--monsters to which those of
the oceans bear no sort of comparison.'
'What monsters may they be?'
'Impersonal monsters, namely, Immensities. Until a person has thought
out the stars and their inter-spaces, he has hardly learnt that there are
things much more terrible than monsters of shape, namely, monsters of
magnitude without known shape. Such monsters are the voids and waste
places of the sky. Look, for instance, at those pieces of darkness in
the Milky Way,' he went on, pointing with his finger to where the galaxy
stretched across over their heads with the luminousness of a frosted web.
'You see that dark opening in it near the Swan? There is a still more
remarkable one south of the equator, called the Coal Sack, as a sort of
nickname that has a farcical force from its very inadequacy. In these
our sight plunges quite beyond any twinkler we have yet visited. Those
are deep wells for the human mind to let itself down into, leave alone
the human body! and think of the side caverns and secondary abysses to
right and left as you pass on!'
Lady Constantine was heedful and silent.
He tried to give her yet another idea of the size of the universe; never
was there a more ardent endeavour to bring down the immeasurable to human
comprehension! By figures of speech and apt comparisons he took her mind
into leading-strings, compelling her to follow him into wildernesses of
which she had never in her life even realized the existence.
'There is a size at which dignity begins,' he exclaimed; 'further on
there is a size at which grandeur begins; further on there is a size at
which solemnity begins; further on, a size at which awfulness begins;
further on, a size at which ghastliness begins. That size faintly
approaches the size of the stellar universe. So am I not right in saying
that those minds who exert their imaginative powers to bury themselves in
the depths of that universe merely strain their faculties to gain a new
horror?'
Standing, as she stood, in the presence of the stellar universe, under
the very eyes of the constellations, Lady Constantine apprehended
something of the earnest youth's argument.
'And to add a new weirdness to what the sky possesses in its size and
formlessness, there is involved the quality of decay. For all the wonder
of these everlasting stars, eternal spheres, and what not, they are not
everlasting, they are not eternal; they burn out like candles. You see
that dying one in the body of the Greater Bear? Two centuries ago it was
as bright as the others. The senses may become terrified by plunging
among them as they are, but there is a pitifulness even in their glory.
Imagine them all extinguished, and your mind feeling its way through a
heaven of total darkness, occasionally striking against the black,
invisible cinders of those stars. . . . If you are cheerful, and wish to
remain so, leave the study of astronomy alone. Of all the sciences, it
alone deserves the character of the terrible.'
'I am not altogether cheerful.'
'Then if, on the other hand, you are restless and anxious about the
future, study astronomy at once. Your troubles will be reduced
amazingly. But your study will reduce them in a singular way, by
reducing the importance of everything. So that the science is still
terrible, even as a panacea. It is quite impossible to think at all
adequately of the sky--of what the sky substantially is, without feeling
it as a juxtaposed nightmare. It is better--far better--for men to
forget the universe than to bear it clearly in mind! . . . But you say
the universe was not really what you came to see me about. What was it,
may I ask, Lady Constantine?'
She mused, and sighed, and turned to him with something pathetic in her.
'The immensity of the subject you have engaged me on has completely
crushed my subject out of me! Yours is celestial; mine lamentably human!
And the less must give way to the greater.'
'But is it, in a human sense, and apart from macrocosmic magnitudes,
important?' he inquired, at last attracted by her manner; for he began to
perceive, in spite of his prepossession, that she had really something on
her mind.
'It is as important as personal troubles usually are.'
Notwithstanding her preconceived notion of coming to Swithin as employer
to dependant, as _chatelaine_ to page, she was falling into confidential
intercourse with him. His vast and romantic endeavours lent him a
personal force and charm which she could not but apprehend. In the
presence of the immensities that his young mind had, as it were, brought
down from above to hers, they became unconsciously equal. There was,
moreover, an inborn liking in Lady Constantine to dwell less on her
permanent position as a county lady than on her passing emotions as a
woman.
'I will postpone the matter I came to charge you with,' she resumed,
smiling. 'I must reconsider it. Now I will return.'
'Allow me to show you out through the trees and across the fields?'
She said neither a distinct yes nor no; and, descending the tower, they
threaded the firs and crossed the ploughed field. By an odd coincidence
he remarked, when they drew near the Great House--
'You may possibly be interested in knowing, Lady Constantine, that that
medium-sized star you see over there, low down in the south, is precisely
over Sir Blount Constantine's head in the middle of Africa.'
'How very strange that you should have said so!' she answered. 'You have
broached for me the very subject I had come to speak of.'
'On a domestic matter?' he said, with surprise.
'Yes. What a small matter it seems now, after our astronomical
stupendousness! and yet on my way to you it so far transcended the
ordinary matters of my life as the subject you have led me up to
transcends this. But,' with a little laugh, 'I will endeavour to sink
down to such ephemeral trivialities as human tragedy, and explain, since
I have come. The point is, I want a helper: no woman ever wanted one
more. For days I have wanted a trusty friend who could go on a secret
errand for me. It is necessary that my messenger should be educated,
should be intelligent, should be silent as the grave. Do you give me
your solemn promise as to the last point, if I confide in you?'
'Most emphatically, Lady Constantine.'
'Your right hand upon the compact.'
He gave his hand, and raised hers to his lips. In addition to his
respect for her as the lady of the manor, there was the admiration of
twenty years for twenty-eight or nine in such relations.
'I trust you,' she said. 'Now, beyond the above conditions, it was
specially necessary that my agent should have known Sir Blount
Constantine well by sight when he was at home. For the errand is
concerning my husband; I am much disturbed at what I have heard about
him.'
'I am indeed sorry to know it.'
'There are only two people in the parish who fulfil all the
conditions,--Mr. Torkingham, and yourself. I sent for Mr. Torkingham,
and he came. I could not tell him. I felt at the last moment that he
wouldn't do. I have come to you because I think you will do. This is
it: my husband has led me and all the world to believe that he is in
Africa, hunting lions. I have had a mysterious letter informing me that
he has been seen in London, in very peculiar circumstances. The truth of
this I want ascertained. Will you go on the journey?'
'Personally, I would go to the end of the world for you, Lady
Constantine; but--'
'No buts!'
'How can I leave?'
'Why not?'
'I am preparing a work on variable stars. There is one of these which I
have exceptionally observed for several months, and on this my great
theory is mainly based. It has been hitherto called irregular; but I
have detected a periodicity in its so-called irregularities which, if
proved, would add some very valuable facts to those known on this
subject, one of the most interesting, perplexing, and suggestive in the
whole field of astronomy. Now, to clinch my theory, there should be a
sudden variation this week,--or at latest next week,--and I have to watch
every night not to let it pass. You see my reason for declining, Lady
Constantine.'
'Young men are always so selfish!' she said.
'It might ruin the whole of my year's labour if I leave now!' returned
the youth, greatly hurt. 'Could you not wait a fortnight longer?'
'No,--no. Don't think that I have asked you, pray. I have no wish to
inconvenience you.'
'Lady Constantine, don't be angry with me! Will you do this,--watch the
star for me while I am gone? If you are prepared to do it effectually, I
will go.'
'Will it be much trouble?'
'It will be some trouble. You would have to come here every clear
evening about nine. If the sky were not clear, then you would have to
come at four in the morning, should the clouds have dispersed.'
'Could not the telescope be brought to my house?'
Swithin shook his head.
'Perhaps you did not observe its real size,--that it was fixed to a frame-
work? I could not afford to buy an equatorial, and I have been obliged
to rig up an apparatus of my own devising, so as to make it in some
measure answer the purpose of an equatorial. It _could_ be moved, but I
would rather not touch it.'
'Well, I'll go to the telescope,' she went on, with an emphasis that was
not wholly playful. 'You are the most ungallant youth I ever met with;
but I suppose I must set that down to science. Yes, I'll go to the tower
at nine every night.'
'And alone? I should prefer to keep my pursuits there unknown.'
'And alone,' she answered, quite overborne by his inflexibility.
'You will not miss the morning observation, if it should be necessary?'
'I have given my word.'
'And I give mine. I suppose I ought not to have been so exacting!' He
spoke with that sudden emotional sense of his own insignificance which
made these alternations of mood possible. 'I will go anywhere--do
anything for you--this moment--to-morrow or at any time. But you must
return with me to the tower, and let me show you the observing process.'
They retraced their steps, the tender hoar-frost taking the imprint of
their feet, while two stars in the Twins looked down upon their two
persons through the trees, as if those two persons could bear some sort
of comparison with them. On the tower the instructions were given. When
all was over, and he was again conducting her to the Great House she
said--
'When can you start?'
'Now,' said Swithin.
'So much the better. You shall go up by the night mail.'
V
On the third morning after the young man's departure Lady Constantine
opened the post-bag anxiously. Though she had risen before four o'clock,
and crossed to the tower through the gray half-light when every blade and
twig were furred with rime, she felt no languor. Expectation could
banish at cock-crow the eye-heaviness which apathy had been unable to
disperse all the day long.
There was, as she had hoped, a letter from Swithin St. Cleeve.
'DEAR LADY CONSTANTINE,--I have quite succeeded in my mission, and