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  Besides,myfatherhadagreatmanytheories;hepridedhimselfonhisconservativeopinions;hethoughttheusualAmericanlaisser—

  allerineducationwasaveryvulgarpractice,andthatchildrenwerenottogrowuplikedustythornsbythewayside。\"Soyousee,\"

  Pickeringwenton,smilingandblushing,andyetwithsomethingoftheironyofvainregret,\"Iamaregulargardenplant。Ihavebeenwatchedandwateredandpruned,andifthereisanyvirtueintendingIoughttotaketheprizeataflowershow。Somethreeyearsagomyfather’shealthbrokedown,andhewaskeptverymuchwithindoors。

  So,althoughIwasamangrown,Ilivedaltogetherathome。IfIwasoutofhissightforaquarterofanhourhesentsomeoneafterme。

  Hehadsevereattacksofneuralgia,andheusedtositathiswindow,baskinginthesun。Hekeptanopera—glassathand,andwhenIwasoutinthegardenheusedtowatchmewithit。AfewdaysbeforehisdeathIwastwenty—sevenyearsold,andthemostinnocentyouth,I

  suppose,onthecontinent。AfterhediedImissedhimgreatly,\"

  Pickeringcontinued,evidentlywithnointentionofmakinganepigram。\"Istayedathome,inasortofdullstupor。Itseemedasiflifeoffereditselftomeforthefirsttime,andyetasifI

  didn’tknowhowtotakeholdofit。\"

  Heutteredallthiswithafrankeagernesswhichincreasedashetalked,andtherewasasingularcontrastbetweenthemeagreexperiencehedescribedandacertainradiantintelligencewhichI

  seemedtoperceiveinhisglanceandtone。Evidentlyhewasacleverfellow,andhisnaturalfacultieswereexcellent。Iimaginedhehadreadagreatdeal,andrecovered,insomedegree,inrestlessintellectualconjecture,thefreedomhewascondemnedtoignoreinpractice。Opportunitywasnowofferingameaningtotheemptyformswithwhichhisimaginationwasstored,butitappearedtohimdimly,throughtheveilofhispersonaldiffidence。

  \"Ihavenotsailedroundtheworld,asyousuppose,\"Isaid,\"butI

  confessIenvyyouthenoveltiesyouaregoingtobehold。ComingtoHomburgyouhaveplungedinmediasres。\"

  Heglancedatmetoseeifmyremarkcontainedanallusion,andhesitatedamoment。\"Yes,Iknowit。IcametoBremeninthesteamerwithaveryfriendlyGerman,whoundertooktoinitiatemeintothegloriesandmysteriesoftheFatherland。Atthisseason,hesaid,ImustbeginwithHomburg。Ilandedbutafortnightago,andhereIam。\"Againhehesitated,asifheweregoingtoaddsomethingaboutthesceneattheKursaalbutsuddenly,nervously,hetookuptheletterwhichwaslyingbesidehim,lookedhardatthesealwithatroubledfrown,andthenflungitbackonthegrasswithasigh。

  \"HowlongdoyouexpecttobeinEurope?\"Iasked。

  \"SixmonthsIsupposedwhenIcame。Butnotsolong——now!\"Andhelethiseyeswandertotheletteragain。

  \"Andwhereshallyougo——whatshallyoudo?\"

  \"Everywhere,everything,Ishouldhavesaidyesterday。Butnowitisdifferent。\"

  Iglancedattheletter——interrogatively,andhegravelypickeditupandputitintohispocket。Wetalkedforawhilelonger,butIsawthathehadsuddenlybecomepreoccupied;thathewasapparentlyweighinganimpulsetobreaksomelastbarrierofreserve。Atlasthesuddenlylaidhishandonmyarm,lookedatmeamomentappealingly,andcried,\"Uponmyword,Ishouldliketotellyoueverything!\"

  \"Tellmeeverything,byallmeans,\"Ianswered,smiling。\"Idesirenothingbetterthantoliehereintheshadeandheareverything。\"

  \"Ah,butthequestionis,willyouunderstandit?Nomatter;youthinkmeaqueerfellowalready。It’snoteasy,either,totellyouwhatIfeel——noteasyforsoqueerafellowasItotellyouinhowmanywaysheisqueer!\"Hegotupandwalkedawayamoment,passinghishandoverhiseyes,thencamebackrapidlyandflunghimselfonthegrassagain。\"IsaidjustnowIalwayssupposedIwashappy;

  it’strue;butnowthatmyeyesareopen,IseeIwasonlystultified。Iwaslikeapoodle—dogthatisledaboutbyablueribbon,andscouredandcombedandfedonslops。Itwasnotlife;

  lifeislearningtoknowone’sself,andinthatsenseIhavelivedmoreinthepastsixweeksthaninalltheyearsthatprecededthem。

  Iamfilledwiththisfeverishsenseofliberation;itkeepsrisingtomyheadlikethefumesofstrongwine。IfindIamanactive,sentient,intelligentcreature,withdesires,withpassions,withpossibleconvictions——evenwithwhatIneverdreamedof,apossiblewillofmyown!Ifindthereisaworldtoknow,alifetolead,menandwomentoformathousandrelationswith。Itallliestherelikeagreatsurgingsea,wherewemustplungeanddiveandfeelthebreezeandbreastthewaves。Istandshiveringhereonthebrink,staring,longing,wondering,charmedbythesmellofthebrineandyetafraidofthewater。Theworldbeckonsandsmilesandcalls,butanamelessinfluencefromthepast,thatIcanneitherwhollyobeynorwhollyresist,seemstoholdmeback。Iamfullofimpulses,but,somehow,Iamnotfullofstrength。Lifeseemsinspiringatcertainmoments,butitseemsterribleandunsafe;andIaskmyselfwhyIshouldwantonlymeasuremyselfwithmercilessforces,whenI

  havelearnedsowellhowtostandasideandletthempass。Whyshouldn’tIturnmybackuponitallandgohometo——whatawaitsme?—

  —tothatsightless,soundlesscountrylife,andlongdaysspentamongoldbooks?ButifamanISweak,hedoesn’twanttoassentbeforehandtohisweakness;hewantstotastewhateversweetnesstheremaybeinpayingfortheknowledge。Soitisthatitcomesback——thisirresistibleimpulsetotakemyplunge——toletmyselfswing,togowherelibertyleadsme。\"Hepausedamoment,fixingmewithhisexcitedeyes,andperhapsperceivedinmyownanirrepressiblesmileathisperplexity。\"’Swingahead,inHeaven’sname,’youwanttosay,’andmuchgoodmayitdoyou。’Idon’tknowwhetheryouarelaughingatmyscruplesoratwhatpossiblystrikesyouasmydepravity。Idoubt,\"hewentongravely,\"whetherIhaveaninclinationtowardwrong—doing;ifIhave,IamsureIshallnotprosperinit。IhonestlybelieveImaysafelytakeoutalicensetoamusemyself。Butitisn’tthatIthinkof,anymorethanIdreamof,playingwithsuffering。Pleasureandpainareemptywordstome;

  whatIlongforisknowledge——someotherknowledgethancomestousinformal,colourless,impersonalprecept。Youwouldunderstandallthisbetterifyoucouldbreatheforanhourthemustyin—dooratmosphereinwhichIhavealwayslived。Tobreakawindowandletinlightandair——IfeelasifatlastImustACT!\"

  \"Act,byallmeans,nowandalways,whenyouhaveachance,\"I

  answered。\"Butdon’ttakethingstoohard,noworever。Yourlongconfinementmakesyouthinktheworldbetterworthknowingthanyouarelikelytofindit。Amanwithasgoodaheadandheartasyourshasaveryampleworldwithinhimself,andIamnobelieverinartforart,norinwhat’scalled’life’forlife’ssake。Nevertheless,takeyourplunge,andcomeandtellmewhetheryouhavefoundthepearlofwisdom。\"Hefrownedalittle,asifhethoughtmysympathyatriflemeagre。Ishookhimbythehandandlaughed。\"Thepearlofwisdom,\"Icried,\"islove;honestloveinthemostconvenientconcentrationofexperience!Iadviseyoutofallinlove。\"Hegavemenosmileinresponse,butdrewfromhispockettheletterofwhichIhavespoken,helditup,andshookitsolemnly。\"Whatisit?\"I

  asked。

  \"Itismysentence!\"

  \"Notofdeath,Ihope!\"

  \"Ofmarriage。\"

  \"Withwhom?\"

  \"WithapersonIdon’tlove。\"

  Thiswasserious。Istoppedsmiling,andbeggedhimtoexplain。

  \"Itisthesingularpartofmystory,\"hesaidatlast。\"Itwillremindyouofanold—fashionedromance。SuchasIsithere,talkinginthiswildway,andtossingoffprovocationstodestiny,mydestinyissettledandsealed。Iamengaged,Iamgiveninmarriage。It’sabequestofthepast——thepastIhadnohandin!Themarriagewasarrangedbymyfather,yearsago,whenIwasaboy。Theyounggirl’sfatherwashisparticularfriend;hewasalsoawidower,andwasbringinguphisdaughter,onhisside,inthesamesevereseclusioninwhichIwasspendingmydays。TothisdayIamunacquaintedwiththeoriginofthebondofunionbetweenourrespectiveprogenitors。

  Mr。Vernorwaslargelyengagedinbusiness,andIimaginethatonceuponatimehefoundhimselfinafinancialstraitandwashelpedthroughitbymyfather’scomingforwardwithaheavyloan,onwhich,inhissituation,hecouldoffernosecuritybuthisword。Ofthismyfatherwasquitecapable。Hewasamanofdogmas,andhewassuretohavearuleoflife——asclearasifithadbeenwrittenoutinhisbeautifulcopper—platehand——adaptedtotheconductofagentlemantowardafriendinpecuniaryembarrassment。Whatismore,hewassuretoadheretoit。Mr。Vernor,Ibelieve,gotonhisfeet,paidhisdebt,andvowedmyfatheraneternalgratitude。Hislittledaughterwastheappleofhiseye,andhepledgedhimselftobringheruptobethewifeofhisbenefactor’sson。Soourfatewasfixed,parentally,andwehavebeeneducatedforeachother。Ihavenotseenmybetrothedsinceshewasaveryplain—facedlittlegirlinastickypinafore,huggingaone—armeddoll——ofthemalesex,I

  believe——asbigasherself。Mr。VernorisinwhatiscalledtheEasterntrade,andhasbeenlivingthesemanyyearsatSmyrna。

  Isabelhasgrownupthereinawhite—walledgarden,inanorangegrove,betweenherfatherandhergoverness。Sheisagooddealmyjunior;sixmonthsagoshewasseventeen;whensheiseighteenwearetomarry。\"

  Herelatedallthiscalmlyenough,withouttheaccentofcomplaint,drilyratheranddoggedly,asifhewerewearyofthinkingofit。

  \"It’saromance,indeed,forthesedulldays,\"Isaid,\"andI

  heartilycongratulateyou。It’snoteveryyoungmanwhofinds,onreachingthemarryingage,awifekeptinaboxofrose—leavesforhim。AthousandtooneMissVernorischarming;Iwonderyoudon’tpostofftoSmyrna。\"

  \"Youarejoking,\"heanswered,withawoundedair,\"andIamterriblyserious。Letmetellyoutherest。Ineversuspectedthissuperiorconspiracytillsomethinglessthanayearago。Myfather,wishingtoprovideagainsthisdeath,informedmeofitverysolemnly。Iwasneitherelatednordepressed;Ireceivedit,asIremember,withasortofemotionwhichvariedonlyindegreefromthatwithwhichI

  couldhavehailedtheannouncementthathehadorderedmeasetofnewshirts。Isupposedthatwasthewaythatallmarriagesweremade;Ihadheardoftheirbeingmadeinheaven,andwhatwasmyfatherbutadivinity?Novelsandpoems,indeed,talkedaboutfallinginlove;butnovelsandpoemswereonethingandlifewasanother。Ashorttimeafterwardsheintroducedmetoaphotographofmypredestined,whohasapretty,butanextremelyinanimate,face。

  Afterthishishealthfailedrapidly。OnenightIwassitting,asI

  habituallysatforhours,inhisdimly—lightedroom,nearhisbed,towhichhehadbeenconfinedforaweek。Hehadnotspokenforsometime,andIsupposedhewasasleep;buthappeningtolookathimI

  sawhiseyeswideopen,andfixedonmestrangely。Hewassmilingbenignantly,intensely,andinamomenthebeckonedtome。Then,onmygoingtohim——’IfeelthatIshallnotlastlong,’hesaid;’butI

  amwillingtodiewhenIthinkhowcomfortablyIhavearrangedyourfuture。’Hewastalkingofdeath,andanythingbutgriefatthatmomentwasdoubtlessimpiousandmonstrous;buttherecameintomyheartforthefirsttimeathrobbingsenseofbeingover—governed。I

  saidnothing,andhethoughtmysilencewasallsorrow。’Ishallnotlivetoseeyoumarried,’hewenton,’butsincethefoundationislaid,thatlittlesignifies;itwouldbeaselfishpleasure,andI

  haveneverthoughtofmyselfbutinyou。Toforeseeyourfuture,initsmainoutline,toknowtoacertaintythatyouwillbesafelydomiciledhere,withawifeapprovedbymyjudgment,cultivatingthemoralfruitofwhichIhavesowntheseed——thiswillcontentme。

  But,myson,Iwishtoclearthisbrightvisionfromtheshadowofadoubt。Ibelieveinyourdocility;IbelieveImaytrustthesalutaryforceofyourrespectformymemory。ButImustrememberthatwhenIamremovedyouwillstandherealone,facetofacewithahundrednamelesstemptationstoperversity。Thefumesofunrighteouspridemayriseintoyourbrainandtemptyou,intheinterestofavulgartheorywhichitwillcallyourindependence,toshattertheedificeIhavesolaboriouslyconstructed。SoImustaskyouforapromise——thesolemnpromiseyouowemycondition。’Andhegraspedmyhand。’YouwillfollowthepathIhavemarked;youwillbefaithfultotheyounggirlwhomaninfluenceasdevotedasthatwhichhasgovernedyourownyounglifehasmouldedintoeverythingamiable;youwillmarryIsabelVernor。’Thiswaspretty’steep,’asweusedtosayatschool。Iwasfrightened;Idrewawaymyhandandaskedtobetrustedwithoutanysuchterriblevow。Myreluctancestartledmyfatherintoasuspicionthatthevulgartheoryofindependencehadalreadybeenwhisperingtome。Hesatupinhisbedandlookedatmewitheyeswhichseemedtoforeseealifetimeofodiousingratitude。

  Ifeltthereproach;Ifeelitnow。Ipromised!AndevennowI

  don’tregretmypromisenorcomplainofmyfather’stenacity。I

  feel,somehow,asiftheseedsofultimatereposehadbeensowninthoseunsuspectingyears——asifaftermanydaysImightgatherthemellowfruit。Butaftermanydays!Iwillkeepmypromise,Iwillobey;butIwanttoLIVEfirst!\"

  \"Mydearfellow,youarelivingnow。Allthispassionateconsciousnessofyoursituationisaveryardentlife。IwishI

  couldsayasmuchformyown。\"

  \"Iwanttoforgetmysituation。Iwanttospendthreemonthswithoutthinkingofthepastorthefuture,graspingwhateverthepresentoffersme。YesterdayIthoughtIwasinafairwaytosailwiththetide。Butthismorningcomesthismemento!\"Andhehelduphisletteragain。

  \"Whatisit?\"

  \"AletterfromSmyrna。\"

  \"Iseeyouhavenotyetbrokentheseal。\"

  \"No;nordoImeanto,forthepresent。Itcontainsbadnews。\"

  \"Whatdoyoucallbadnews?\"

  \"NewsthatIamexpectedinSmyrnainthreeweeks。NewsthatMr。

  Vernordisapprovesofmyrovingabouttheworld。Newsthathisdaughterisstandingexpectantatthealtar。\"

  \"Isnotthispureconjecture?\"

  \"Conjecture,possibly,butsafeconjecture。AssoonasIlookedatthelettersomethingsmotemeattheheart。Lookatthedeviceontheseal,andIamsureyouwillfindit’sTARRYNOT!\"Andheflungtheletteronthegrass。

  \"Uponmyword,youhadbetteropenit,\"Isaid。

  \"IfIweretoopenitandreadmysummons,doyouknowwhatIshoulddo?IshouldmarchhomeandasktheOberkellnerhowonegetstoSmyrna,packmytrunk,takemyticket,andnotstoptillIarrived。

  IknowIshould;itwouldbethefascinationofhabit。Theonlyway,therefore,towandertomyrope’sendistoleavetheletterunread。\"

  \"Inyourplace,\"Isaid,\"curiositywouldmakemeopenit。\"

  Heshookhishead。\"Ihavenocuriosity!Foralongtimenowtheideaofmymarriagehasceasedtobeanovelty,andIhavecontemplateditmentallyineverypossiblelight。Ifearnothingfromthatside,butIdofearsomethingfromconscience。Iwantmyhandstied。Willyoudomeafavour?Pickuptheletter,putitintoyourpocket,andkeepittillIaskyouforit。WhenIdo,youmayknowthatIamatmyrope’send。\"

  Itooktheletter,smiling。\"Andhowlongisyourropetobe?TheHomburgseasondoesn’tlastforever。\"

  \"Doesitlastamonth?Letthatbemyseason!Amonthhenceyouwillgiveitbacktome。\"

  \"To—morrowifyousayso。Meanwhile,letitrestinpeace!\"AndI

  consignedittothemostsacredintersticeofmypocket—book。TosaythatIwasdisposedtohumourthepoorfellowwouldseemtobesayingthatIthoughthisrequestfantastic。Itwashissituation,bynofaultofhisown,thatwasfantastic,andhewasonlytryingtobenatural。Hewatchedmeputawaytheletter,andwhenithaddisappearedgaveasoftsighofrelief。Thesighwasnatural,andyetitsetmethinking。Hisgeneralrecoilfromanimmediateresponsibilityimposedbyothersmightbewholesomeenough;butiftherewasanoldgrievanceononeside,wastherenotpossiblyanew—

  borndelusionontheother?Itwouldbeunkindtowithholdareflectionthatmightserveasawarning;soItoldhim,abruptly,thatIhadbeenanundiscoveredspectator,thenightbefore,ofhisexploitsatroulette。

  Heblusheddeeply,buthemetmyeyeswiththesamecleargood

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