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chapter 8 of the Tyson's by Maison Claire this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 8 towards the crossroads it was the beginning of the hunting season and with the hunting season lowest Anna Street reappeared on the scene he stayed at thorny tuft as usual Tyson had just bought a new hunter a remarkable animal it fell away suddenly in the hindquarters it had a neck like a giraffe and legs like a spider but it could jump if not very like a horse very like a kangaroo this creature struck wonder and terror into the soul of the hunt at the first meet of the season Stannis Street the master and Sir Peter drew up by one accord to watch the antics of Tyson in his kangaroo by Jove where did your friend pick up his hunters asked the master if you ask me sits down the street I should say he buys them by the yard Sir Peter smiled the master stroked his moustache and meditated it was a malignity about Stannis streets humor conceivable enough if there was any truth in history it struck Stannis Street that his feeble jest met with an amount of attention out of all proportion to its merits Sir Peter was the first to recover himself your friend may buy his horses by the yard but he doesn't ride like a tailor he drives like a man look at him look at him this was generous of Sir Peter considering what Tyson had said about his writing but for all his love of gossip Sir Peter was a gentleman and that goose weighed heavily on his conscience the reproof he had just administered to Stannis tree relieved him wonderfully stana Street was at a loss to understand the old fellow's caustic tone over billiards that night Tyson enlightened him Louie had been in a good temper all day in his high spirits had infected mrs. Neville Tyson a fact which you may be sure was not set down to her credit by those who noticed it I heard you're writing praise this morning Tye said he beaming with beneficence they were alone ha said Tyson did you rather Binfield was asking where you picked your hunters up got his eye on the kangaroo I fancy I ventured to suggest in my agreeable way that you bought them by the yard Tyson looked furious Louie went on unconscious of his doom old Morley went for me like a lunatic said you didn't ride like a Taylor you rode like a man queer old buffer Morley couldn't think what was the matter with him Tyson laid down his queue and held Stannis Street with a leveling gaze look here Stannis Street said he I've stood a good deal but if you think I'm going to stand that you're a greater fool than I took you for what the hell do you mean by telling everybody about my private affairs My dear Tyson a man who rides to hounds regularly on a kangaroo has no private affairs he is ifso facto a public character he threw back his head and shouted his laughter you've built yourself an everlasting name Oh no doubt if Morley knows that everybody knows it you might just as well confide in the town crier he sat down and pressed his hands to his forehead this he said bitterly accounts for everything Stannis Street stared at him and hopeless bewilderment what is the matter with you nothing I'm not going to kick you out of the house I only asked you as long as you are in it to mind your own business I can't I haven't any business no one could be more exasperatingly guileless Louie Tyson darted another glance at him that was quite fiendish in his ferocity and flung himself on the sofa sprawling there with his hands in his pockets he remarked with freezing politeness I don't say much Stannis Street but I think it a damn deal I dear Orlando Furioso surely a harmless jest so you think it funny do you to tell these people that my father was a tailor it wouldn't be funny if it was false but as it happens to be true it's simply stupid I never said your father was a tailor don't trouble yourself to lie about it he was a tailor the my newness of his business only added to the enormity his crime he was born in an attic on a pile of old britches he was a damned dissenter called himself a particular Baptist he kept a stinking slop shop in Bishopsgate Street and is still more stinking sysm shop in shortage why the devil shouldn't he murmured Louie salvation free gratis for nothing in 5% discount for ready money Louie was amused but profoundly uncomfortable this particular detail of Tyson's biography was not one of the things he knew if it had been he would naturally have avoided the most distant allusion to it as it happened in his ignorance he seemed to have been perpetually blundering up against the circumstance he went on clumsily enough if it was I didn't know it and if I had known it it wouldn't have interested me in the least you interest me you are and always will be unique you're an awful fool stannis Street by your own admission Morley is acquainted with his charming romance what if he is the inference is obvious you told him good God if I did do you suppose that Morley or anyone else would care does anybody care what another fellow's father was as a matter of fact I neither knew nor cared but for your own genius for autobiography I should never have heard of it that's odd considering that you've made capital out of it ever since I knew you is supplied the point of all your witticisms that weren't failures I assure you your delicate humor was not lost on me considering that I've known you for at least twenty years those jokes must have worn a little threadbare I'm extremely sorry for these these breaches of etiquette I shall do my best to repair them that's a specimen of the thing you mean I imagine from sheer nervousness Louie did what was generally the best thing to do after any little squabble with Tyson he laughed unfortunately this time Tyson was in no mood for laughter the plebeian was uppermost in him as wrongs rankled in him like a hereditary taint this absurd quarrel with Stannis Street was a skirmish in the blood feud of class against class Tyson was be sensitive on the subject of his birth but latterly he had almost forgotten it it had become an insignificant episode in the long role of his epic past now for the first time for years it was recalled to him with a rude shock how real it was – as he thought of it he was back in the stifling Little Shop file how it wreaked of shoddy back in the whitewashed chapel hot with the fumes of gas and fervent humanity he heard the hymn sung to a rollicking tune I am so glad that my father in heaven tells of his love and the book he has given I am so glad that Jesus loves me jesus loves me jesus loves me I am so glad that Jesus loves me etc etc the heedful measure rang in his ears wracking his nerves and brain he could feel all the agony of his fierce revolting youth the very torment of it had been a spur to his ambition he swore young Tyson was always swearing that he would raise himself out of all that he would distinguish himself at any cost as a matter of fact the cost was born by the Baptist minister the world represented then by his tutor and a few undergraduates the world that he suspected of looking down on him or more intolerable still of patronizing him should be compelled to admire him and the world being young and generous did admire him without any strong compulsion at Oxford the city tailor's son scribbled talked debated furiously excited utterance of the man of the people naked and unashamed past for the insolence of the aristocrat of letters he crowned himself with kudos how the beggar shouted when he got up to speak he could hear them now how they believed in him young Tyson was a splendid fellow he could do anything he chose knock you off a leading article or lead a forlorn hope in time he began to be rather proud of his origin it showed up his pluck his grit the stuff he was made of he owed everything to himself in that last year when he let himself go altogether there again his origin told he had flung himself into dissipation in the spirit of descent his passions were the passions of demas violent and revolutionary Tyson the Baptist minister had despised the world vituperative the flesh stamped on it and stifled it under his decent broadcloth if it had any rights he denied them therefore in the person of his son they reasserted their claim and young Tyson paid it honorably and conscientiously to the full in a year's time he knew enough of the world and the lust of it to satisfy the corrupt affections of generations of Baptist ministers with the result that his university career was suddenly mysteriously cut short he had made too many experiments with life after that his life had been all experiments most of them failures but they served to separate him forever from his place and his people from all the hateful humiliating past he could still say that he owed everything to himself then his uncle's death gave him the means of realizing his supreme ambition by that time he had forgotten that he ever had an uncle his family had he faced itself backed by an estate in a good income there was no reason why its last surviving member should not be a conspicuous social success well it seemed that he was a conspicuous social failure he owed that to stannous Street curse him curse him his brain still reeled and he roused himself with difficulty from his retrospective dream when he spoke again it was with the conscious indecisiveness of a drunken man trying hard to control his speech would you mind telling me who you've told this story to lady Morley for one my wife he raised his voice and his excitement my wife I suppose for another stannis street had every reason for not wanting to quarrel with Tyson he liked a country house that he could run down to when he chose he liked a good mount he liked a faultless billiard table and oddly enough with all his faults he liked Neville Tyson and he had a stronger motive now consciously or unconsciously if that his friendship for Tyson was a safeguard a safeguard against he hardly knew what but the idea of mrs. neville Tyson was like fired to his dry mood his brain flared up all in a moment though his tongue spoke coolly enough I swear I never did anything of the sort I haven't seen your wife for ages till tonight we don't correspond if we did he stopped suddenly if I did that sort of thing at all mrs. Tyson is the very last person obliged me by keeping her name out of it Tyson's voice carried far through the door and across the passage penetrating to Pinker in his pantry I didn't introduce it alright I'm not asking you to lie again no doubt everybody knows the facts by this time I'm going to turn the lights out Stannis Street pulled himself together with a shrug if any other man had hinted to him in the most graceful and allegorical manner that he lied it would have been better for that man if he had not spoken but he forgave Tyson many things and for many reasons one of these perhaps being a certain shamefaced consciousness touching Tyson's wife by the way said he are you going to keep this up very much longer it's getting rather monotonous Tyson turned and paused with his hand on the doorknob he snarled showing his teeth like an angry cur irritated beyond endurance if you mean am I going to take your word for that frankly I am NOT he flung the door open and strode out stannis Street followed him I think Tyson said he if I want to catch that early train tomorrow I'd better take my things over to the crossroads tonight just as you like so stain a street B took himself to the crossroads end of chapter 8 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine after nine of the Tyson's by Mason Claire this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter nine an unnatural mother next morning a rumor set out from three distinct centers thorn eat off Meriden and the crossroads to the effect that Tyson had quarreled seriously with Stannis treat his wife as might be imagined was the cause after a hot dispute in which her name had been rather freely bandied about it seems that Tyson had picked the captain up by the scruff of the neck and tumbled him out of the house by the evening the scandal was blazing like a fire mrs. Neville Tyson was undoubtedly a benefactor to her small public she had roused the intelligence of drayton parva as it had never been roused before conjecture followed furtively on her footsteps in inference met her and stared her in the face no circumstance not even Sir Peters innocent admiration was too trivial to furnish a link in the chain of evidence against her not that a breath of slander touch sir Peter he poor old soul was simply regarded as the victim of diabolical fascinations after the discomfiture of Stannis tree mrs. Neville Tyson's movements were watched with redoubled interest her appearances were now strictly limited to those large confused occasions which might be considered open events Drayton races Church the hunt ball and so on only the casual stranger languishing in magnificent boredom by miss Batchelor side followed mrs. Neville Tyson with a kindly I who is that pretty little woman in the pink gown he would ask in his innocence oh that is mrs. Neville Tyson she is pretty would be the answer jerked over miss Batchelor shoulder that habit was growing on her and who or what is mrs. Neville Tyson whereupon miss Batchelor would suddenly recover her self-possession and reply not a person you would care to make an intimate friend of and at this a stranger smiled or looked uncomfortable according to his nature public sympathy was all with Tyson if ever a clever man ruined his life by a foolish marriage that man was Tyson opinions differed as to the precise extent of mrs. Tyson's indiscretion but her husband was held to have saved his honor by his spirited ejection of captain Stannis tree and he was respected accordingly meanwhile the hero of this charming fiction was unconscious of the fine figure he cut he was preoccupied with the unheroic fact the ridiculous cause of a still more ridiculous quarrel looking back on it he was chiefly conscious of having made more or less of a fool of himself after all Tyson knew men on mature reflection it was simply impossible to regard Stannis street as a purveyor of quarrel gossip or seriously to believe that such gossip had been the cause of his disaster that was only the last of a long train of undignified circumstances which had made his position in Drayton parva insupportable it went a little more point to the innuendo on every tongue the intelligence in every eye he was sick with disgust and consumed with the desire to get out of it all to cut Drayton parva for good the accursed place was trying to stare him out of countenance everywhere he turned there was a stare it was on the villagers faces behind Miss bachelors eyeglass on the bear fields were their sunken fences and on their abominable bold-faced house of his no doubt this was the secret of the business that took Tyson up to town so many times that winter he said nothing to his wife that could account for his frequent absence but she believed that he was looking about for the long-promised flat and when he remarked casually one morning that he meant to leave for nee Toft in the spring she was not surprised neither was mrs. wilcox the flat had appeared rather often in her conversation of late mrs. wilcox was dimly fitfully aware of the state of public opinion but it did not disturb her in the least she had once assumed the smile in the attitude of hope she smiled on her son in law's aberrations as she smiled on the ways of the universe at large and for the same reason that the one was about as intelligible as the other she went about paying visits and in the course of conversation gave people to understand that mr. Tyson's residence in Drayton had been something of a concession on his part from the first so large a landowner had a great many tiresome claims and obligations as well as a position to keep up in his County but there could be no doubt that Neville was quite lost in the place and that the true sphere of his activity was town mrs. Wilcox's taste for vague and ample phrases was extremely convenient at times if his wife was the last person to be consulted in Tyson's Arrangements it may be supposed that no great thought was taken for his son and heir not that the little creature would have been much affected by any change in his surroundings he was too profoundly indifferent to the world it had taken all the delicious tumult of the spring all the flaming show of summer to move him to a few pitiful smiles he had none of the healthy infants passion and lusty grasp of light he seemed to touch it as he had touched his mother's breasts delicately tentatively with some forgone fastidious sense of its illusion what little interest he had ever taken in the thing declined perceptibly with autumn when he became too deeply engrossed with the revolutions taking place in his sad little body to care much for anything that went on outside it hitherto he had not had to suffer from the neglect of servants he was so delicate from his birth that his mother had been strongly advised to keep on the trained nurse till he was a year old but mrs. Neville Tyson knew better than that for some reason she had taken a dislike to her trained nurse perhaps she was a little bit afraid of the professional severity which had so often held in check her fits of hysterical passion aided by mrs. Wilcox and her own intuitions after rejecting a dozen candidates on the ground of youth and frivolity she chose a woman with calm blue eyes and a manner that inspired confidence Swinney engaged at an enormous salary at absolute authority in the nursery and if it had been possible to entertain a doubt as to this excellent woman's worth the fact that she had kept the Tyson baby alive so long was sufficient testimonial to her capabilities but Swinney was in love in love with Pinker and to be in love with Pinker was to live in a perfect delirium of hopes and fears no sooner was Sweeney delivered over to the ministers of love who dealt with her after their will then baby too agonized and languished his food ceased to nourish him his body wasted they bought a cow for his sole use and benefit and guarded it like a sacred animal but to no purpose he drank of its milk and grew thinner than ever strange furrows began to appear on his tiny face with shadows and a transparent tinge like the blue of skim milk as the pure air of drayton did so little for him mrs. Neville Tyson wondered how he would bear the change to London shall I take him Neville she asked take him if you like was the reply but you might as well poison the little beast at home while you're about it so it was an understood thing that when mr. and mrs. Neville Tyson settled in town baby was to be left behind at phony talk for the good of his health it was his father's proposal and his mother agreed to it in silence her indifference roused the severus comments in the household mrs. Neville Tyson was an unnatural mother from the day she weaned him no one had ever seen her caressed the child she handled him with a touch as light and fleeting as his own her lips seemed to shrink from contact with his pure soft skin there could be no doubt of it mrs. Neville Tyson's behavior was that of a guilty woman guilty in will at any rate if not indeed a shuddering whisper went through the house it became a murmur and the murmur became an articulate unmistakable voice the servants were sitting in judgment on her Swinney spoke from the height of a lofty morality Pinker being a footman of the world took a humerus not to say cynical view which paying Swinney such a view could never have been taken by one whose affections were deeply engaged the conclusions arrived at in the servants Hall soon received a remarkable confirmation it was on a Monday mrs. Neville Tyson was seen to come down to breakfast in an unusually cheerful frame of mind Tyson was away he had been up in town for three weeks and was expected home that evening she looked for letters there were two one from the master of the house one also from Stannis Street placed under most by the discreet Pinker the same thoughtful observer of character noticed that his mistress blushed and put her letters aside instead of reading them at once at tense when he came into the breakfast room bearing baby this was the custom of the house by courtesy the most unnatural mother may be credited with a wish to see her child once a day this morning mrs. Neville Tyson did not so much as raise her head she was sitting by the fire in her usual drooping guilty attitude Swinney noticed that the hearth was strewn with a fragments of torn letters she put the baby down on a rug by the window and left his mother alone with him to see what she would do she did nothing baby lay on the floor sucking his little qua like fingers and stirring feebly in the Sun mrs. Neville Tyson continued to gaze abstractedly at nothing whence when he came back after a judicious interval he was still lying there and she's still sitting as before she had not moved an inch how did Swinney know that why the tale of mrs. Tyson's dress was touching the exact spot on the carpet it had touched before swinney had made a note of the pattern and the child might have cried himself into fifth before she'd have stirred hand or foot to comfort him baby found himself caught up in a rapture and strained to his faithful Sweeney's breasts whereupon he cried he had been happier lying in the Sun Swinney turned round to the motionless figure by the hearth and held the child well up in her arms baby thinks it is mama would like to see him said swinney in an insinuating manner a hard melancholy voice answered I don't want to see him I don't want to see him anymore all the same mrs. neville Tyson turned and looked after him as he was carried through the doorway she could just see the downy back of his innocent head in his ridiculous frock bulging roundly over the nurse's arm but whether she was thinking of him at that moment only God knows the household was informed that its master would not return that evening after all that no day was fixed for his coming later on Pinker the guardian of the hearth finding those fragments of letters tried to put them together again Tyson's letter it was impossible to restore it had been torn to atoms and a vicious fury of destruction but by great good luck Stannis streets a mere note had been more tenderly dealt with it was torn in four neat places the text though corrupt was fairly legible and left little to the ingenuity of the skully asked the captain was staying in the neighborhood he proposed to callin mrs. Neville Tyson would she be at home on Wednesday afternoon now to Pinker's certain knowledge mrs. Neville Tyson had taken the letters to the post herself that morning that meant secrecy and secrecy meant mischief how is she going to get through the next two days this was provided for baby was a bad sleeper that night he cried as he had never cried before not violently he was too weak for that but with a sound like the tongue-tied whimper of some tiny animal Swinney has slept through worse noise many a night now he cried from midnight to cock-crow and on Tuesday morning swinney was crying too he had had one of his little attacks after which he began to show signs of rapid wasting it gets something which mrs. Neville Tyson had never heard of marasmus the doctor called it she hoped it was nothing very bad then the truth came out piecemeal through Sweeney's confession in the witness of her fellow servants the wretched woman's movements had been wholly determined by the movements of Pinker and she had been in the habit of leaving the child in the servants Hall where the cook being an affectionate motherly woman made much of him and fed him with strange food he had had an attack the last time she did this and Swinney who valued her place for more reasons than one had been afraid to say anything about it preoccupied with her great passion she had been insensible to the signs of sickness that showed themselves from day to day in other words there had been shameful pitiful neglect terrified and repentance when he confessed and became faithful again she sat up all night with a child wrapped in blankets in her lap she left nothing for his mother to do but to sit and look at him or to go softly to and fro warming blankets it was odd but mrs. Neville Tyson never questioned the woman's right to exclusive possession of the child she had written to Neville by the first post the talam of his son's illness that gave him time to answer the same night Wednesday came there was no answer to her letter and the baby was worse the doctor doubted if he would pull through mrs. Wilcox was asked to break the news to her daughter she literally broke it that is to say she presented it in such disjointed fragments that it would have puzzled the wiser head than mrs. Neville Tysons to make out the truth mrs. Wilcox had been much distressed by Molly's strange indifference for maternal claims but when you came to think of it it was a very good thing that she had not cared more for the child if she was not to keep him all the same mrs. Wilcox knew that she had an extremely disagreeable task to perform they were in the porch at Forney Toft the bare white porch that stared out over the fields and down the great granite road to london as mrs. neville tyson listened she leaned against the wall with her hands clasped in front of her and her head thrown back to stop her tears from falling her throat shook she was so young only a child herself a broad shaft of sunshine covered her small figure her red dress glowed in the living light looking at her a pathetic idea came to mrs. Wilcox you never had a frock that became you more she murmured between two sighs this is Neville Tyson heard neither murmur nor sighs and yet her senses did their work for years afterwards she remembered that someone was standing there in the bright sunshine dressed in a red gown someone who answered when she was spoken to but that she she stood apart in her misery and was dumb I don't understand she said at last why can't you say what you mean is there danger mrs. Wilcox looked uncomfortable yes there is some danger but while there is life there is hope if there is danger she paused looking away toward the long high road if there is danger I shall send for Neville he will come she telegraphed baby dangerously ill come at once she waited feverishly for an answer there was none to the horror of the household she gave orders that when Captain Stannah street called she would see him as she could not tear herself from the baby there was nothing for it but to bring stannis street to her to his intense astonishment lui was led up into a wide bare room on the third storey he was in that mood when we are struck with the unconscious symbolism of things by the high fire guard the walls covered with cheerful olio graphs the toys piled in the corner he knew that this was the abode of innocence the child's nursery the place was flooded with sunshine a woman sat by the fire with a small yellowish bundle in her lap opposite her sat mrs Neville Tyson with her eyes fixed on the bundle she looked up in Stannis Street his face as he came in but held out no han lui she whispered hoarsely when he was near where's Neville in London have you seen him yes is he coming I don't know I didn't speak to him I I was in a hurry she had turned her head her eyes never wandered from that small yellowish bundle up to the last she had let it lie on the nurses knee she had not dared to take it perhaps she felt she was unworthy he followed her gaze he's very ill said she look at him the nurse moved a fold of blanket from the child's face and Stannis Tariq gazed at Tysons son he tried to speak Shh whispered mrs. Neville Tyson he's sleeping dying sir muttered the nurse the woman drew in her knees tightening her hold on the child her face was stained with tears she had loved the baby before she loved Pinker remorse moved her and righteous indignation mrs. Neville Tyson's nostrils twitched deep black rings were round her eyes passion and hunger were in them but there were no tears and as Stannis Street looked from one woman to the other he understood he picked up the bundle and removed it to its mother's knee all her soul passed into the look wherewith she thanked him Swinney tear-stained but inexorable stood aloof like rigid justice weighing her mistress in the balance he's dying Molly he said gently she shook her head no he's not dying God isn't cruel he won't let him die she turned the child's face to her breast hoping perhaps that his hands would move in the old delicious way he did not stir and she laid him on his back again and looked at him his lips and the hollows under his eyes were blue the collapse had come Louie knelt down and put his hand over the tiny heart a spasm passed over the baby's face simulating a smile then mrs. Neville Tyson fell to smiling to see she said but Stannis Street had seen enough he rose from his knees and left her end of chapter nine recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 10 of the Tysons by Mason Clare this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 10 circumstantial evidence well if she wouldn't look at him when he was alive she might show some feeling now he's dead so justice she showed no feeling that is to say none perceptible to the eyes of justice on Thursday morning she heard from Tyson a short note I am more sorry than words can say I wish I could be with you but I'm kept in this infernal place to the beginning of next week I hope the little man will pull through take care of yourself and the usual formula she sat down and wrote a telegram brutally brief as telegrams must be died yesterday funeral Friday 2 o'clock can you come two hours later the answer came in one word impossible she flushed violently and set her face like a flint but she showed no feeling none when they screwed the baby into a box lined with white satin none when they lowered him into his grave in piled flowers and earth upon him none when as they drove home from the funeral mrs. Wilcox's pent-up emotions broke loose and a torrent of words having gone through so much it occurred to mrs. Wilcox at the time had now come to look a little on the bright side of things well she began with a faint perfunctory sigh I am thankful we've had a fine day the sunshine makes one hope you'll remember Molly it was just the same at your poor father's funeral we had a sudden gleam of sunlight between the showers there were showers from my new crepe was ruined and in December we might have had snow or pouring rain so bad for the clergyman and gentlemen if they take their hats off some don't and very sensible too they catch such awful coals at funeral standing about in their wet feet and no one likes to be the first to put up an umbrella I didn't see captain Stannis tree in the church did you nor yet at the grave rather strange of him I think under the circumstances he might have come Neville's oldest friend did you know miss Batchelor was in church she was not in the chancel away at the back you couldn't see her I think it showed very nice feeling in her too come and to send those lovely roses to from her own greenhouse I must say everybody has been most kind and there wasn't a hit in the arrangements I often think you have only to be in real trouble to know who your true friends are I'm sure the sympathy and the flowers you wouldn't have known he was lying in his little coffin and Swinney that woman has feeling I saw her sobbing as if her heart would break we misjudged her Molly we did indeed really her devotion at the last at this point Molly turned her back on her mother and looked out of the window they were going up to village Street now and a hard tearless face was presented to a highly emotional group of spectators all drayton parva was alive to the fact that mrs. Neville Tyson was an unnatural mother I'm sure the villagers did everything they could to show their respect there was Pinker's father and ashbey at the gate with their hats off and for baby poor little darling if he only knew well it shows what they think of you and Neville you've got mud on your skirt dear off the wheel getting into the carriage Pinker should have been more careful how wise you were to get that good surge it's everlasting at any rate it'll last you as long as you want it oh my poor child she laid her hand on mrs. Neville Tysons averted shoulder you'll not fret will you no no you're too brave I know the more I think of it the more I feel that it's all for the best think if he'd live to be older you'd have cared more and it would have been harder than when he was running about and playing you can't have the same feeling for a little baby and he was so delicate too he really couldn't have wished it he had your father's Constitution and if you'd tried to teach him anything he'd just have got water on the brain ah depend upon it it'll bring you and Neville closer together a white rosebud dropped on the back seat marked the place where the coffin had rested mrs. Neville Tyson picked it up and crushed it in her hand yes I know you've had your little Tiff's lately somebody said it's blessings on the falling out that all the more in dears who was it I don't know how it goes on I such a head for poetry they kissed kissed kissed who ever was it now oh it was poor dear mrs. browning they kissed again with tears ah are you cold love no no I thought you shivered from drayton parish church thorny Tov tis a long drive and from beginning to end of it mrs. Wilcox had never ceased talking at last they reached home the blinds were drawn up again in the front of the house it was staring with all its windows this is Neville Tyson lingered till she saw her mother half way upstairs then she turned into the library the room was only used by Tyson she would be certain to be alone there the silence sank into her brain like an anaesthetic after torture she had closed the door before she realized that she was not alone somebody was sitting writing at the table in the window his head was bent low over his hands so that she could not see it well but at the first sight of his back and shoulders she thought it was Tyson it was Stannis Street he turned and started when he saw her forgive me said he I am leaving tomorrow and I was just writing a note to you I was going I did not expect to see you they told me his manner was nervous and confused and he broke off suddenly she sat down in the chair he had just left and took off her gloves in her hand she leaned her elbow on the table in her head upon her hand don't go she said I only came in here to get away to think I was afraid of being talked to but I'd rather you didn't go she looked away from him have you heard from Neville no do you think he's ill he wasn't ill when I saw him on Sunday then I wonder why he keeps away you don't know do you I do not and I don't want to talk about him no more do I she said fiercely I told him and he doesn't care he doesn't care her lips shook her breast heaved she hid her face in her hands of LOUIE LOUIE he's dead and I said I didn't want to see him ever again his hand was on the her chair I'm so sorry he said below his breath guarding his tongue she had clutched his hand and dragged herself to her feet she was clinging to him almost crying her heart out I know she said at last I know you care he trembled violently in another minute he would have drawn her to him he would have said the stupid unutterable word the thing had passed beyond his control it had not happened by his will she was Tyson's wife yes and this was a third time he had been thrust into Tyson's place why was he always to be with or near this woman in these moments in the throes of her mortal agony in the divine passion of her motherhood and now did she know did she know she stopped crying suddenly like a startled child she looked down at the hand she held and frowned at it as if it puzzled her the door opened she loosed her hold and went from him brushing past the astonished Pinker in her flight end of chapter 10 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 11 of the Tysons by Mason Clare this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 11 the return of Odysseus Tyson returned by the end of the following week he found his wife in the big hole she was standing by the fireplace with one foot on the curbstone of the hearth the other lifted a little to the blaze her arms lay along the chimney-piece her head drooped over them her back was towards him as he came in and she did not turn at the sound of his footsteps he went up to her put his arm round her waist and led her gently into the library she had started violently at his touch but she made no resistance he meant to kiss and comfort her darling he said I was awfully cut up tell me about the poor little beggar he held her closer his breath was like flame again her cheek when he spoke he coughed a short hard cough she pushed against his arm and broke from him then she turned don't speak of him don't speak of him I won't dear if you'd rather not only don't think I didn't care don't tell me you cared she held her arms outstretched the hands clenched her small body was tense with passion don't tell me it's a lie you never cared you hated him from the first you kept me from him lest I should love him better than you he would have taken me away and left him here you were cruel and you knew it you stayed away because you knew it you were afraid and no wonder I know why you did it you thought I didn't love you was that the way to make me love you Molly he said faintly I didn't know and never thought you'd take it to heart that way come he held out his hand she too had said come she remembered the answer impossible no she said I won't I can't I don't want to have anything to do with you what were you doing all those days when he was dying he slumped from her conscience-stricken My dear Molly he said I'm awfully sorry but you're a damn little fool you'd better hold your tongue before you say something you'll be sorry for I'm going to hold my tongue if I please myself I should never speak to you again ah she had said something very like that not long before he sighed heavily then he drew a chair up to the fire and lowered himself carefully into it he was shivering all right he muttered between chattering teeth give me some brandy will you you can do that without speaking Neville what's the matter nothing I've got an infernal II bad chill coming here that's all she flew for the brandy yes there was no mistake about it it was an infernal II bad chill and it saved him whether mrs. Wilcox was right or wrong in her conjecture the Tison baby had shown infinite delicacy in retiring from a world where he had caused so many complications he had done mischief enough in his short life and I believed to the last Tyson owed the little beggar a grudge he had spoiled the complexion of the loveliest woman in Leicester Shire at any rate Tyson thought he had other people perhaps knew better if she had been thin and pale before the baby's death she was thinner and paler now she had the look of a woman who carries a secret about with her she trembled and blushed when you spoke to her and when she had ceased to blush she took the dabbing on paint and powder it was just like her folly to let everybody see she was pining and the more she pined the more she painted ah she might well hide her face scandal may circulate for years before it comes to the ears of the persons most concerned in it still one could not help wondering how much Tyson knew he was going to take her away which was certainly very wise of him poor man she had made Lester shy rather too hot to hold him he was always going up to London now and people who had met him there hinted that the country gentlemen had become a man about town still you must not believe the half of what you hear and supposing there was some truth in the report why what could you expect with a wife like that by March it was settled that they were to leave thorny tuft and make London their headquarters Tyson had taken a flat and ridgemount Gardens this he said was a good central position in handy for the theatres at any rate he could not afford a better one so long as that infernal estate swallowed up two-thirds of his income it looked as if they meant to make a clean sweep of their past they began by making a clean sweep of the servants from the kitchen made upwards here they were forced old before it could come to his turn the thoughtful pinker gave notice his example was followed by Swinney the virtuous Swinney as it happened was a niece of farmer ashbey's the same who saw stannis street driving with his arm round mrs. neville Tyson's waist she was first cousin to the landlord of the crossroads where the captain retired on the night of the quarrel and she was sister to miss bachelors maid the scandal was all in the family it was this circumstance no doubt given such color and consistency to the floating rumor swinney having regard to her testimonials was not openly offensive she told Tyson that she was sorry to leave a good master and mistress but she never could abide the town no more could Pinker and she must go where there was a baby then swinney having shaken the dust of thorny Tov from her virtuous feet called on every member of her family and told to each the same unvarying tale she wasn't going to stay in a place where there were such goings-on it was as much as her character was worth the gentlemen were after mrs. Neville Tyson from morning till night you couldn't keep him off not that lot she hadn't much to say to them but she fair ran after the captain it was perfectly disgraceful when mr. Tyson sent him to the right about she waited till her husband's back was turned that she wrote to him to come and as if nothing else would serve her she had him up in the nursery when her little baby was dying they were actually whispering the two of them and making eyes at each other over the child's coffin but Pinker he caught him in the library the very day of the funeral oh it wasn't the captain's fault she whistled and he came that was all so far swinney was that all on every face it was a tremendous query but upon the whole that was concluded that Stannis Street at any rate it had regard to his friends honor it is the last stone that kills so you see there was a certain hesitation about hurling it now educated person believes the evidence of servants besides when it came to the point one felt too sorry for Neville Tyson to make up one's mind to the worst so far miss Batchelor oh well he took her away the last that was seen of mrs. Neville Tyson and Leicester Shire was a sad little figure shrinking away in the corner of a railway carriage nursing her guilty secret end of chapter 11 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 12 of the Tyson's by Mason Claire this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 12 a flat in town though they had cut them dead lately it must be confessed as some people found Drayton parva a very dull place without mr. and mrs. Neville Tyson they heard about them sometimes from Sir Peter who was now in Parliament and from Miss bachelor after her flying visit to the Morley's house in town Stannis Street by the way had his headquarters somewhere in London and in London mrs. Neville Tyson revived she had begun all over again she had got new clothes new servants in a new drawing-room an absurd little drawing-room it was – all white paint and frivolous Jim crack furniture a place said miss Batchelor that it would have been dangerous to smoke a cigarette in and if you would believe it she had hung up Tyson's sword over the couch in the dining room as a memorial of his deeds in the Sudan so ridiculous when everybody knew that he was nothing but a sort of volunteer miss Batchelor had had a brother in the service having furnished her drawing-room and hung up her husband's sword this is Neville Tyson seems to have done nothing noteworthy but to have sat down and waited for events she had not long to wait by the end of the season she was alone in the flat he had left her she had no clue to his whereabouts but other people believed him to be living in another flat not alone Drayton parva was alive again with the scandal miss Batchelor as became the intelligence of drayton parva alone kept calm she went about saying that she was not at all surprised to hear it miss Batchelor never was surprised at anything she refused to take apart to commit herself to a definite opinion human nature is a mixed matter and in these cases there are generally faults on both sides mrs. Neville Tyson had been certainly very indiscreet it was indiscreet her to go on living in that flat all by herself did miss Batchelor think that there was anything in that report about captain Stannis Street well if there wasn't something in it you would have thought she would have come back to thorny Toft or staying in town looked bad under the circumstances for mrs. neville Tyson every circumstance made a link in a chain of evidence whose ends were nowhere and indeed she was not left very long to herself but though Stannis Street was always hanging about ridgemount Gardens he was no nearer solving the problem that had perplexed him and yet his views of women had undergone a change he was not the same man who had discussed Molly Wilcox in the billiard room at thorny Tov three years ago one thing he noticed which was new this is Neville Tyson was not literary but whenever he called now he always found her sitting with some book in her hand which she instantly hid behind the cushions of her chair stannis tree unearthed three of these volumes one day they were barrack room ballads with Gordon in the Sudan India what it can teach us a work if you please unveiled it philosophy annotated in pencil by Tyson now Stannis Street had brought barrack room ballads into the house Stannis Street had been with Gordon in the Sudan Stannis Street no Stannis tree had not been in India but he might have been he was immensely amused at the idea of mrs. Neville Tyson cultivating her mind poor little soul aboard she must have been there could be no possible doubt about the boredom mrs. Neville Tyson turned from reading to talking with obvious relief their conversation had taken a wider range lately it was more intimate and at the same time less embarrassing he wondered how often she thought of that scene in the library at thorny Toft she had behaved ever since as if it had never happened from one thing Stannis Street was thankful she had left off discussing Neville with him if she had ever been in ignorance she now knew all that it concerned her to know not that she avoided the subject on the contrary it seemed to have floated into the vague region of general interest where any chance current of thought might drift them to it Stannis Street dreaded it but she was continually brushing up against it with a feathery lightness which made him marvel at the volatile character of her mind was it the clumsiness of a butterfly or the dexterity of a woman once or twice he thought he detected a certain reluctant shyness in approaching the subject directly It was as if she regarded her affection for her husband as a youthful folly and her marriage as a discreditable episode of which she was now ashamed on the other hand she was always ready to talk about Stannis tree in his doings she would listen for hours to his messroom stories his descriptions of the people in the places he had seen the engagements he had taken part in for a whole evening one Sunday they had talked about nothing but fortification now it was impossible that mrs. Neville Tyson could be interested in fortification as for Vedic philosophy she cared for Brahma about as much as Stannis tree did for Brahms he was walking with her in Hyde Park they had turned off into the path by the flowerbeds on the Park Lane side it was april between 6 & 7 in the evening and except for a few stragglers they had to walk to themselves Louie had been giving her the history of his first campaign in the Sudan and she was listening with a dreamy half suppressed interest which rose gradually to excitement he sat down and drew on the gravel with a point of his walking stick a rude map of the country showing the course of the Nile and the line of March with pebbles for stations and bare patches for battlefields he then began to trace out an extremely complicated plan of the campaign she followed the movements of the walking stick with an intelligence which he would hardly have credited her with and indeed it was no inconsiderable feat seeing that for want of a finer instrument Louie's plan was hopelessly mixed up with his line of March and other matters was Neville there she asked casually at the close of a spirited account of his last engagement no it was with a volunteer farther south he looked at her and her eyes dropped which is north and which is south the walking stick indicated the points of the compass I see and you were there and that great splodge in the middle go on what did you do then the walking stick staggered in a wavering line eastwards but before it could join the Nile mrs. Neville Tyson had rubbed out the map campaign and all with the tips of her shoes there's a park keeper coming said she he'll wonder why we're making such a mess of his nice gravel walk the park keeper came he looked at the gravel and frowned he looked at mrs. Neville Tyson smiled benignly and passed on perhaps he wondered they got up and walked as far as the corner where they looked at the Achilles statue under the shadow of the pedestal mrs. Neville Tyson took a bunch of violets from her waistband what are you going to do with that said Louie I'm going to stick it in a kilise buttonhole oh I see Achilles hasn't gonna buttonhole I must put it in yours then she put it in Louie's dark face flushed why did you do that I did that because you were a brave man and I'd like brave men still under the shadow of the pedestal he took her by both hands and looked into her eyes what are you going to do now said he nothing we must go back we have gone too far said she too far he dropped her hands she smiled in the old ambiguous maddening way yes much too far we shall be late for dinner they turned back by the way they had come near the Marble Arch a small crowd was gathered round a poor Street preacher with a raucous voice they could hear him as they passed we're all sinners shouted the preacher they stopped and looked at each other with a faint smile all sinners that was what Neville used to say all sinners were fools were all sinners you and me but Jesus can save us he loves sinners he bears their sins your sins and my sins dear brethren he bears the sins of the whole world why that's what he came into the world for to save sinners to save him from death and ever laugh thing hell that's what Jesus does for sinners Oh Molly Molly what has he done for fools he took her to ridgemount Gardens and left her at the door of the flat she was incomprehensible this little mrs. Tyson but up till now his own state of mind had been plain he knew where he was drifting he had always known but where she was drifting or whether she was drifting at all he did not know that is to say he was not sure and up till now he had not tried very hard to make sure it was a person of infinite tact and could boast with some truth that he had never done an abrupt or clumsy thing by this time his attitude of doubt had given a sort of metaphysical character to this interest of the senses he was almost content to wait and let the world come round to him it was to be supposed that mrs. Neville Tyson being mrs. Neville Tyson would have fattened him long ago if he had been of the same class her engaging husband he was of clay no doubt but it was not the same clay and it was impossible to say how much she knew or had divined other women were no rule for her or else know one thing was certain he would never have betrayed Tyson until Tyson had betrayed her as it was his relations with her were sufficiently abnormal to be exciting it was not passion it was a rush of my new sensations swarming and swirling like a dance of fireflies an endless approach and flight after all he would not have had it otherwise the charm he told himself was in the levity of the situation the thread by which she held him was so fine that it could be broken any day there would be no pangs of conscience no tears no reproaches no tyrannies of the horror and revolutions of the soul it was to mrs. Neville Tyson's eternal credit that she made no claims clearly when a tie can be broken tomorrow there is no urgent necessity for breaking it today so in the afternoon Stannis Street called again at ridgemount Gardens whether or no mrs. Neville Tyson ignored the possibility of passion she had the largest ideas of the scope and significance of friendship she made no claims but she exact it from Louie a multitude of small services for which he was held to be sufficiently repaid in smiles whether she knew it or not she had grown dependent on him she had always shown in affecting confidence in the integrity of masculine judgment and she consulted him about her dividends and the pattern of her gowns with equally guileless reliance today he found her in a state of agitated perplexity she put a letter into his hands he was to read it he might skip the first page it was all about calico there that was what she meant the letter was from mrs. Wilcox imploring her to go back to Drayton till this little cloud blows over I don't want to go to Drayton to those people they talk I know they talk and I don't like them besides I want to stay in London nobody knows me here except you do I know you well if you don't you ought to by now I wonder if mother wants me she might come here though I'd rather she didn't she talks to you no she doesn't mean to but she can't help it what I like about you is you never talk you won't let me what ought I to do she asked helplessly must I go no said Louie emphatically don't why not he tossed the letter aside and their eyes met it would look like defeat end of chapter 12 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 13 of the Tysons by Mason Clare this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 13 mrs. wilcox to the rescue so Neville Tyson had left his wife this was the most exciting act in the drama that had entertained Drayton parva for two years he had brought down the house presently it seemed that Drayton parva was not unprepared for the catastrophe miss Batchelor was sadly afraid that something of this sort had been going on for long enough but she had not condemned neville tyson wholesale and without a hearing in these cases there are always faults on both sides a man as much in love with his wife as he was would never have left her without some grounds i cannot think why miss Batchelor being so clever didn't see through Tyson but there is a point at which the cleverness of the cleverest woman ceases anyhow if mrs. Neville Tyson was as innocent as one was bound to suppose why did she not come back to Drayton to her mother that was the proper thing for her to do under the circumstances have you ever sat by the seashore playing with pebbles in an idle mood you are not aiming at anything you are much too lazy to aim but some God directs your arm and without thinking you hit something that ten-to-one you never would have hit if you had thought about it after that your piece is gone you feel that you can never leave the spot till you have hit that particular object again with deliberate intent so miss Batchelor sitting by the shore of the great ocean of truth began by throwing stones aimlessly about and other people being without sin picked them up and aim them at mrs. neville Tyson sometimes they hit her but more often they missed they were clumsy then miss Batchelor joined in and because she found that she was more skillful than the rest she began first to take a languid interest in the game then to play as if her life depended on it she aimed with mathematical precision picking out all the tiny difficult places that other people missed were grazed amongst them they had ended by burying mrs. Neville Tyson up to her neck in a fairly substantial pile of pebbles it only needed one more stone to complete the work still as I said before mrs. Neville Tyson's enemies were not particularly anxious to throw it this was reserved for another hand it was impossible for mrs. wilcox to live even obscurely in Drayton parva without hearing some garbled version of the current rumor at first she was a little shocked at finding her son-in-law under a cloud but if there is one truth more indisputable than another it is that every cloud has a handsome silver lining to it though indeed from mrs. Wilcox's account of the matter it was impossible to tell which was the lining and which was the cloud the more she thought of it the more she felt that there was nothing in it there must be some misunderstanding somewhere her optimism rooted in ignorance and watered with vanity had become a sort of hardy perennial then it came to mrs. Wilcox's knowledge that certain reflections had been made on her daughter's conduct this is neville Tyson was said to be making good use of her Liberty no names had been mentioned in mrs. Wilcox's hearing but she knew perfectly well what had given rise to these ridiculous reports it was a conspicuous attention which Sir Peter had insisted on paying mrs. Neville Tyson not that there was anything to be objected to in an old gentleman's frank admiration for a young and remarkably pretty married woman no doubt Sir Peter had been very indiscreet in his expression of it what with calling on her in private and paying her the most barefaced compliments in public he had made her the talk of the county mrs. Wilcox went further she was firmly convinced as Sir Peter had fallen a hopeless victim to her daughter's attractions and she had derived a great deal of gratification from the flattering thought but now that Molly was being compromised by the old fellow's attentions it was another matter that anybody else could have compromised her by his attentions did not once occur to mrs. Wilcox by its magnificent unlikelihood the idea that Sir Peter morally MP was fascinated by her daughter extinguished every other so possessed was mrs. Wilcox by the idea of Sir Peter that she had never thought of Stannis Street in any case stana Street was the last person she would have thought of he came and went without her notice a familiar and therefore insignificant fact of her daily life of course molly was a desperate little flirt but it was absurd that her flirtation should be made responsible for this temporary separation that was the mild phrase by which mrs. Wilcox described Tysons desertion of his wife as for her encouraging sir P in her husband's absence that was all nonsense mrs. Wilcox was a woman of the world and she would have passed the whole thing off with a laugh but that really the reports were so scandalous they actually declared that her daughter had been seen going about with Sir Peter in the most open and shameless manner ever since she had been left to her own devices well mrs. Wilcox could disprove that by the irrefragable logic of facts it was high time something should be done her plan was to go quietly and call and miss Batchelor and mentioned the facts in a casual way she would not mention Sir Peter so the idea of Sir Peter in her head and a letter from Molly in her pocket mrs. Wilcox called on Miss bachelor there was nothing extraordinary in that for the ladies were in the habit of exchanging half yearly visits and mrs. Wilcox was about due she stood a little bit in awe of a woman who took up all sorts of dreadful subjects as easily as you take up an acquaintance and has such works as the principles of psychology lying about as the light literature of her drawing-room table but miss Batchelor was much more nervous than her visitor therefore mrs. Wilcox had the advantage at once she knew perfectly well what she was going to do she was not going to make a fuss that would do more harm than good she had simply to mention the facts in a casual way without mentioning Sir Peter as for the separation that was not to be taken seriously for a moment he began carelessly I heard from Molly this morning indeed good news I hope very good news except that she's disappointed me she's not coming to thorny Toft after all I didn't know she was expected well I wanted her to run down and entertain me a little now that she can get away it would be rather a sacrifice for her to leave town just at the beginning of the season that's it she has such host of engagements always going out somewhere she tells me she thinks nothing of five theaters in one week this bachelor raised her eyebrows she must be very much stronger than she was at Thorney talked she's never been so well in her life thorny tough didn't agree with her at all she's been a different woman since they left it this to guard against any suspicion of an attraction in the neighborhood Nevel was never well there either I never thought it would suit mr. Tyson no it wasn't the life for him at all he's got too much go in him to settle down anywhere in the country look how he's roamed about the world now was her opportunity you know miss Batchelor there's a great deal of nonsense talked about this separation there's a great deal of nonsense talked about most things in this place well but really if you think of it what is there to talk about he's just gone away in a huff and and he'll come back in another you'll see he has a very peculiar temper has Neville and Molly's to to susceptor emotional people can't always hit it off together no no and I think it's a very good plan to separate for a time for a time of course it's her own wish Oh mrs. Wilcox but strict accuracy is an abject virtue when pride in the honor of a family are at stake that's all very well my dear mrs. Wilcox but in the meanwhile people will talk that won't break Molly's heart she'd snap her fingers at them and the more they talk the more she'll go her own way it's Molly all over you can't turn her by talking but she'd go through fire and water for anyone she loves for vulgar silly mrs. Wilcox but try her on the subject of her daughter and she rang true this is bachelor smiled she didn't know about going through fire but mrs. Neville had certainly been playing with the element and got her fingers badly scorched – well said she of course so long as mrs. Neville Tyson doesn't break her heart over it does it look as if she were breaking her heart five theaters in one week no I can't say I think it does shockingly dissipated isn't she well rather more dissipated than we are and Drayton parva you must miss her dreadfully mrs. Wilcox I don't mind that so long as she's happy you see it's not as if she hadn't friends I know she's well looked after this is Wilcox felt that she was making a remarkably good case of it and she had not once mentioned Sir Peter all was well so long as you did not mention sir Peter I'm very glad to hear it of course I want her to get away out of it all I know that people are making very strange remarks about her staying it might make strange remarks if she came that's one consolation still well miss Batchelor the child is perfectly willing to come if I want her but a friend mrs. Wilcox was determined to be discreet and leave no loophole for scandal a friend has strongly advised her to stay oh no doubt she is perfectly right sir Peter is in town again I believe miss Batchelor said it abruptly as if she were trying to change the subject and at the mention of Sir Peter mrs. Wilcox lost her head and fluttered into the trap there are fallacies in the logic of facts no no she said getting up to go it was Captain Stannis Street I meant again miss Batchelor smiled this was proof positive the last stone end of chapter 13 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 14 of the Tysons by Mason Clare this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 14 the criterion mrs. nevels account of herself though somewhat highly colored was substantially true when stannis Street suggested defeat it was his first allusion to her husband's desertion of her unlike most of Louise utterances it was full of tact defeat she had brooded over the idea and then apparently she had an inspiration from that day wherever there was a sufficiently important crowd to see her mrs. Neville Tyson was to be seen she was generally with Louis Stannis Street who was not a figure to be overlooked she was always exquisitely dressed and sometimes not often she was delicately painted and powdered mrs. Neville Tyson hated what was commonplace and loud and she had to make herself conspicuous a season when women dressed fortissimo and a fashionable crowd with like a bed of flowers in June somehow she managed to strike some resonant minor chord of color that went throbbing through that confused orchestra everywhere she went people turned and stared at her as she flashed by and apparently her one object was to be stared at she became as much of a celebrity as any woman with a character and without a position in society can become if she were counterfeiting a type enough of the original mrs. Neville Tyson remained to give her own supernatural naivete to the character Stannis tree was completely puzzled by this new freak it looked like recklessness it looked like vanity it looked it looked like an innocent parody of guilt he had given in to her whim as he had given in to every wish of hers but he was not quite sure that he liked the frankness the publicity of the thing he wondered how so small a woman contrived to attract so large a share of attention in a city where pretty women were as common as paving stones perhaps it was partly owing to the persistence and punctuality of her movements she patronized certain theaters haunted certain thoroughfares at certain times she had an affection for Piccadilly a sentiment for Oxford Circus and a passion for the Strand Louie could sympathize with these preferences eetu like to walk up and down the embankment in the summer Twilight though why such abrupt stoppages why such impetuous speed he could understand a human being finding a remote interest in the houses of parliament but he could not understand why mrs. Neville Tyson should love to linger outside the doors of the War Office her ways were indeed inscrutable but he had learnt to know them all not a gesture escaped him how well he knew the turn of her head in the sudden flash of her face as they entered a Theatre in her eyes swept the house eager expectant dubious how well he knew the excited touch on his sleeve the breath hath drawn the look that was a confidence in an enigma new to the despondent droop of her eyes when the play was done was all over the tightening of her hand upon his arm and the shrinking of the whole tiny figure as they made their way out through the crowd she had spirit enough for anything but her nerves were all on edge she was so easily tired so easily startled day after day and night after night it was evident that at this rate she and Tyson were bound to see each other sometimes somewhere stannis tree wondered whether that thought had ever occurred to her and if they met well he could not tell whether he desired or feared to see that meeting in all probability would put an end to doubt was it possible that he had begun to love doubt for its own sake at last they met as was to be expected in Stannis Street was there to see he had taken her to the criterion one night and at the close of the first act Tyson came into the box opposite there's he was alone the lights went up in the house and he looked round before he sat down evidently he had recognized his wife and evidently she knew it stana street watching her with painful interest saw her body slacking in her face turned white under its paint and powder either she cares for the beggar still or else she's afraid for her life of him a horrible thought flashed across him what if all the time she had simply been making use of him as as a damn stalking horse for Tyson it might account for the enigmatic smiles of swift transitions the whole maddening mystery of her ways if he had been nothing to her but the man who knew more about Tyson than anybody else she had always had a way of making him talk about Tyson while he seemed to himself to be most engaging Lee egotistic and he had once thought that mrs. Neville Tyson adored her husband for his Stannis treats benefit there was this summer in that moment in the library at thorny top mrs. Neville Tyson was beyond him and he had been three years trying to understand her he was a man of the world and he ought to have understood ah perhaps that was the reason of his failure he looked at her again she had shifted her turned her back on the stage her eyes were lowered fixed on the program in her lap but they were motionless she was not reading one unloved arm hung by her side in under the white skin he could see the pulses leaping and throbbing in the arteries the delicate tissues of her bodice trembled and shook was it possible that in that frivolous little body under that corsage of lace and satin and whale bone there be one of those rare and tragic passions all consuming all absorbing blind and deaf to everything but itself in that case well he felt something very like awe before what he called her miraculous stupidity but no it was impossible to believe it was to believe in miracles and he had long ago lost his faith in the supernatural women did not love like that nowadays Tyson left the box before the close of the last act she kept her place for 10 minutes after the fall of the curtain while the crowd streamed out she stood long after the house was empty saying nothing but waiting waiting once she looked piteously at Stannis Street her fingers trembled so that she could not fasten her cloak her gloves he helped her a weird little ghost of a smile fluttered to her lips and vanished they hurried out at last long empty passages Tyson was nowhere to be seen they drove quickly home at the corner of Francis Street the hansom drew up with a jerk and waited a crowd blocked the way she leaned forward with a little cry what was it an accident now a fight the great swinging lamps over the door of a public house through their yellow light on a ring of brutal faces men and women for the most part drunk trampling hustling shouldering each other in their haste to break through to the center a girl reeled from the public-house and stood on the edge of the pavement bawling a vile song a man lurched up against the side of the hansom a coarse swollen face flaming with drink was pressed to the glass close to her own as she shrank back in horror turning her head away from the evil thing her face sought Stan Street the soft fringe of her hair brushed against his cheek she had never been so near to him never in the abstraction of her terror so far away tonight everything combined to make his own meaning clear to him sharpened his fierce indignant longing to take her away out of the he'll where these things were possible to protect her forever from the brutalities of life there was a stir the crowd swayed forward and began to move they followed slowly in its wake hemmed in by the rabble that streamed towards ridgemount Gardens to lose itself in the black slums of Bloomsbury on the pavement the reeling girl was swept on with the crowd still singing her hideous song mrs. Neville Tyson was leaning back now with her eyes closed not heeding the ugly pageant but the scene came back to her in nightmares afterwards as Stannis streets hansom turned after leaving her at ridgemount gardens he thought he saw someone remarkably like Tyson standing in the shadow of the railings opposite her door he must have seen them and but for the delay they would probably have overtaken and still missed him in stannis Street kept on saying to himself no women do not love like that and yet the bare idea of it turns dentistry the cool the collected into a trembling maniac he could not face the possibility of losing her being nothing to her but for that he might have been content to go on drifting indefinitely sure of a sort of visionary eternity taking no count of time he had been happy in his doubt once it had tormented him he had struggled against it later it become a source of endless interest like a man's amusing dialogues with his own soul now it was the one solitary refuge of his hope he clung to it he could not let it go he staked his all on the folly the frailty of mrs. Neville Tyson he had yet to prove it of course she was a little fool that went without saying he had known many women who were fools and he had survived their folly but it seemed that he could not live without this particular little fool he called the next day at Ridge Mount Gardens this is Neville Tyson's Manor was a little disconcerting he found her at the piano singing in her pathetic mezzo-soprano a song that used to be a favorite of Tysons the selection was another freak it was the first time Louie had heard her sing that song since they left thorny top this is what she sang but Louie only came in for the last two verses Oh FITA would be roving I will not did you stay though my heart should break with loving when love is far away Oh heart that would be sleeping I will not wake you now you shall hear no sound of weeping no footsteps come and go then come not for my calling roam on the live long day sometime when night is falling love will steal home and stay or sleep and fear no waking sleep on the lights are low sometime when dawn is breaking love will awake awake love will awake and no that was a sort of song Tyson light and well as mrs. Neville sang it Stannis Street liked it too in Stannis Street was not in the least musical what you hear again said she swinging round on her music stool that's a jolly crescendo isn't it but they're the silliest words don't you think as if love ever came home to stay if he could help it he might put up a few things in a portmanteau and run down from Saturday to Monday perhaps and the lady was very accommodating wasn't she Stannis street frowned and champ the ends of his moustache this was not at all the mood he desired to find her in don't be cynical said he it's not like you dear me what shall I be then what is like me she threw herself back in a chair kicked out her little feet and yawn it reminded Louie unpleasantly of the attitude of the woman in the mariage a la mode then she chattered in two struck him as it had struck him more than once before that Tyson had found his wife's head empty and furnished it according to his own taste she was always quoting Tyson and as there was not the least indication of inverted commas it was hard to tell which was quotation in which was the original text this creature a fitful unbalanced mind in reckless speech was certainly the mrs. Neville Tyson he had sometimes seen at thorny Toft but it was not the mrs. Neville Tyson of last night nor even of the other day that afternoon when her eyes said as unmistakeably as eyes could say anything that she would not accept defeat another moment and the expression of her face had changed again he saw something there that he had never seen before something unguarded and appealing he was near the end of doubt he felt that if he stayed with her another moment he would lose his head and he did not want to lose it yet he struggled desperately between his desire to stay and his will to go if there was any difference between desire and will his struggles were cut short by the entrance of Tyson he walked into the room at half-past five greeted Stannis Street cheerfully his eyes twinkling ordered fresh tea and began to talk to his wife as if nothing had happened if Lily had not known him so well he would have said he was immensely improved since a remarkable occasion on which they had last met he had quarrelled with his best friend he had betrayed his wife and then left her and he could come back with a twinkle in his eye from where Stannis streets at mrs. Neville Tyson's face was a profie perdu but he could hear her breath fluttering in her throat like a bird didn't I see you two at the criterion last night at Tyson what did you think of rosemary Molly I I thought it was very good from a purely literary point of view a as you sat with your back to the stage your judgment was not biased by such vulgar accessories as scenery and acting no doubt that is the way to enjoy a play what are your engagements for tonight mine I have none Neville ah well then you might tell them to get my room ready for me don't go Stannis Street he had come home to stay end of chapter 14 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 15 of the Tyson's by Maison Claire this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 15 conflagration to see his wife casually in a crowd and to fall desperately in love with her for the second time was a unique experience even in Tyson's life but it had its danger he had never been jealous before now a feeling very like jealousy had been roused by seeing her with Stannis Street he had followed her to the criterion he had hurried out before the end of the piece and hung about ridgemount gardens till he had seen her homecoming Stannis treats immediate departure was a relief to a certain anxiety that he was base enough to feel in still there remained a vague suspicion and discomfort he had to begin all over again with her in their first courtship she was a child in their second she was a woman either to the creature of a day she had seemed to spring into life afresh every morning without a memory of yesterday or a thought of tomorrow she had had no past not even an innocent one now he had no notion what experiences she might not have accumulated during this year in which he had left her that was her past and they had the future before them they had been alone together for three days three days and three nights of happiness and on the evening of the fourth day Tyson had found her reading yes actually reading he sat down opposite to her to watch the curious sight perhaps she had said to herself someday I shall be old and very likely I shall be ugly if I am stupid too he will be born and perhaps he will leave me so now I am going to be his intellectual companion he was amused just as Stannis Street had been I say I can't have that you know what have you got there she held up her book without speaking a fellow of all things in the world Shakespeare I thought so when a woman is in a damned bad temper she always reads Shakespeare or lock on the human understand come out of that though mrs. Neville Tyson said her little teeth very hard the corners of her mouth and eyes curled with mischief it was delicious to feel that she could torment Neville to know that she had so much power and while she pretended to read she played with a pearl necklace she wore it was one shade with the white of her beautiful throat who gave you those pearls she made no answer but her hand dropped a little consciously he had given them to her that afternoon remarking with rather questionable taste that they were a wedding present for the second mrs. Neville Tyson he leant over her chair and assailed her with questions to which no answer came to which no answer was possible punctuating his periods with kisses are you a conundrum or a fiend or a metaphysical system and if so why do you wear a pink frock are you a young woman who prefers a dead poet to a living husband are you a young woman at all or only a dear little sweet little pink little strawberry iceberg he lay down on the sofa as if overcome by unutterable fatigue just as you like he murmured faintly you'll be sorry for this someday Shakespeare is immortal I most unfortunately am NOT he got up and threw the window open here amp'd about the room soliloquizing as he went never even in the last days of their engagement had she seen him so Restless but she was not going to speak yet not she he stopped before the chimney-piece it was covered with ridiculous objects of things that please a child there were Swiss cowbells and stags carved in wood Chinese idols that wagged their heads little images of performing cats teacups a whole shelf full of toys not one of them but had some minut fragment of his wife's personality adhering to it he remembered the insane impulse that came upon him last year to smash them sweep the lot of them onto the floor tonight he could have kissed them cried over them what affecting absurdity that was the way he went on and now he sat down by her writing-table and was take things up in examining them while he talked he never never forgot the expression of a certain brass porcupine that was somehow a pen-wiper it seemed to belong to a world gone mad where everything was something else where porcupines wore pen wipers and his wife for suddenly his tongue had stopped it caught sight of an enormous bunch of hothouse flowers in a vase on the floor by the writing-table stannis streets card was in the midst of the bunch and a note from Stannis Street lay open on the writing table there was an ominous pause while Tyson read it it was Kurt enough only an offer of flowers and a ticket for the Lyceum stannis streets mine must have been seriously off his balance otherwise he would never have done this clumsy thing Tyson strode to his wife's chair and tossed the letter into her lap how long has Stannis trie been paying you these little attentions she looked up smiling I am Not sure that she did not think this new tone of Tyson's was part of the game they were playing together she had never taken him seriously ever since he found out that I'd liked them I suppose did it not occur to you that the things you like a rather expensive luxuries some of them no perhaps that's why I hardly ever get them My dear girl I know the precise amount of Stannis treats income money can't be any object to him but perhaps you've a soul above boxes at the criterion and champagne suppers afterwards and the rest of it I have unfortunately but there wasn't any champagne for indifferent voice gave the lie to her beating pulses between playing and fighting there is only a difference of degree will you kindly tell me why you selected Stannis Street of all people for this business I didn't select him he was always there and if it hadn't been Stannis Street it would have been somebody else I see I hope you appreciate the peculiar advantages of his society I do Loui is a gentleman though he is your friend he knows how to talk to women if he doesn't it is not for want of practice I could swallow all this Molly if you were a little girl just out of the school but I don't think you've much to learn this is Neville Tyson's eyes flashed the play had turned to deadly earnest not much thanks to you said she her voice sank Louie was good to me was he good to you how extremely touching prey were you good to him no no she shook her head remorsefully I wish I have been Tyson knitted his brows and looked at her he had not quite made up his mind you know I don't altogether believe in your refreshing naivete Stan a street is not good two pretty women for nothing I know and you know that a woman who has been seen with him as you apparently have been is not supposed to have a character to lose she rose to her feet and faced him how could you oh how could you he shrank from her without the least attempt to conceal his repulsion if you look in the glass you'll see she turned mechanically and saw the reflection of her face all flushed as it was and distorted the eyes fierce with passion it was like the sudden leaping forth of her soul and mrs. Neville Tyson soul after three days intercourse with her husbands was not a thing to trust implicitly without sinning it seemed unconsciously to reflect his sin I cannot tell you how that was marriage is a great mystery she understood him though imperfectly she understood many things now oh he was right she looked apart no wonder that he hated her she sat down and covered her face with her hands as if to shut out that momentary vision of herself herself and not herself what she saw was something that had never been but it was something that might be herself as Tyson alone had power to make her all this came to her as an unexplained confused terror a trouble of the nerves it was no reasoning no idea it was all to nude but if she did not understand her own misery she understood vaguely what he had said to her she got up and went to a writing table where a letter lay folded ready for its envelope she gave it to him without a do you mean me to read this he asked yes if you like she answered without looking at him apparently she was absorbed in addressing her envelope he opened the letter gingerly and read in his wife's schoolgirl handwriting dear Louie it's awfully good of you but I'm afraid I can't go with you to the Lyceum tomorrow night so I'd return the ticket with many things in case you want to give it to somebody else Nevel has come home why of course you saw him and I am so happy and I want all my time for him I thought you'd like to know this I'm sure he will be delighted to see you whenever you like to call yours sincerely Molly Tyson PS thanks awfully for the lovely flowers you can smell them all over the flat come here you fool he said gently but mrs. Neville Tyson was stamping her envelope with great deliberation and care she handed it to him at arm's length and darted away he heard her turning the key in her bedroom door with a determined click he read her letter over again twice the ridiculous little phrases convinced him of the groundlessness of his suspicions punctuation would have argued premeditation and premeditation guilt Neville has come home why of course you saw him she had actually forgotten the stand of Street had been there on the evening of his arrival he laughed so hard that mrs. Neville Tyson heard him in her bedroom an hour later he heard her softly unlocking her door he smiled she might be as innocent as she pleased but she had made him make a cursive fool of himself and he meant that she should suffer for that he threw stannis treats flowers out of the window but Molly's note up in its envelope and sent it to the post then he sat down to think mrs. Neville Tyson's room was opposite the one she had just left she stood for a moment before her looking-glass studying her own reflection she took off her pearl necklace and spanned her white throat with her tiny hands and as she looked she was glad when all was said and done she looked beautiful beautiful after her small fashion she turned this way and that to make perfectly of the fact she had realized long ago how much her hold on Neville's affections depended on it his love had waxed and waned with her beauty well she opened her door before getting into bed and for the next hour she lay listening and wondering she saw the line of light at the top of the drawing-room door disappear as the big lamp went out it was followed by a fainter streak Neville must have lit the little lamp on the table by the window oh dear he was going to sit up then she heard him go into the dining room Beyond and stumble against things then came the spurt of a match followed by the clinking of glasses he was only going to have a smoke and a drink she waited a little while longer then she called to him there was no answer he must be dozing on the couch in the dining room a light wind lifted the carpet at the door and she wondered drowsily whether Neville had left the drawing-room window open he had done all that she supposed and more first of all he drank a little more than was good for him this happened occasionally now then he sat down and wrote what he thought was a very terse and biting letter to Stan a street in which he said you needn't call you will not find either of us at home at ridgemount gardens from May to August nor at thorny top from August to May and if he should happen to meet my wife anywhere in public you will oblige me greatly by cutting her this letter he left on the table outside for postage in the morning then he went back to the dining room and drank a great deal more than was good for him of course he left a drawing-room window open and the lamp burning and by midnight he was sleeping heavily in the adjoining room and the wind got up in the night it played with the muslin curtains flinging them out like streamers into the room played with the flimsy parasol lampshade until it tilted and the little lamp was thrown onto the floor mrs. Neville Tyson woke with a light crash she got up for a moment then get out of bed crossed the passage and open the drawing-room door a warm wind puffed in her face the air was full of black flakes flying through a red rain a stream of fire ran along the floor crusts of flames left and quivered over the steady blue undercurrent and over there in the corner an absurd little armchair had caught fire all by itself the flames had peeled off its satin covering like a skin and were slowly consuming the horsehair stuffing the pitiable object sent out great puffs and clouds of smoke that writhed in agonized spirals the tiny room had become a battlefield of dissolute forces but as yet none of the solid furniture was touched it was a superficial conflagration mrs. Neville Tyson saw nothing but the stream of fire that ran between her in the room were Neville lay she picked up her skirt and waded through it barefoot a spark flung from the burning draperies settled on the wide flapping frills of her nightgown Neville was fast asleep with a rug over him in his mouth open she shook him with one hand and with the other she tried to beat down her flaming capes was he never going to wake she was afraid to move but by dropping forward on her knees she could just reach some soda water on the table she dashed it over his face the fire had hurt the soles of her feet now it had caught her breast her throat her hair it rose flaming round her head and she cried aloud in her terror still collecting Neville's sleeve she staggered and fell across him and he woke he woke dazed but he had sense enough to roll her in the rug and crush the flames out end of chapter 15 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 16 of the Tysons by Mason Clare this LibriVox recording is in the public domain recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine chapter 16 the new life there is now every hope so wrote that cheerful lady mrs. Wilcox of dear mollies complete recovery this translated from the language of optimism meant that dear mollies beauty was dead but that Molly would live to live indeed was not what she had wanted mrs. Neville Tyson had made up her mind to die and in the certain hope of death she had borne the dressing of her burns without a murmur lying there swabbed in her bandages life came back slowly and unwillingly to her aching nerves and thirsting veins and the sense of life woke with a sting as if her brain were bound tight tight and the pulse of thought beat thickly under the intolerable ligatures then when they told her she would live she screamed and made it so she would tear the bandages from her head and throat take them off she cried I won't have them you said I was going to die and I want to die I want to die I tell you don't let Neville come near me you want to come and look at me when I'm dead don't let him come but Neville was there the first thing he did when he heard the doctor's verdict was to go straight into his wife's room and cry he bent over her bed sobbing hysterically Molly Molly my little wife that made her suddenly quiet she turned towards him and her eyes look bigger and darker than ever in the section of her face it was not covered with bandages she held out her hand the right hand that had clung with such a grip to his coat-sleeve and was thus left on her he stroked it and kissed it many times over he said what a pretty hand it was and then when he remembered the things he had said and thought of her he cried again this excitement is very bad for her shall I tell him to go away whispered mrs. Wilcox to the nurse the nurse shook her head mrs. Neville Tyson had heard she gave a queer little fluttering laugh that was meant to be derisive and ended like a sob if you went away both of you said she I might feel better they went away and left them from that moment mrs. Neville Tyson was no longer bent upon dying she had conceived an immense hope at old old hope of the new life they would begin all over again and from the very beginning life is an endless beginning had not Neville's tears assured her that he loved her still in spite of what had been done to her it takes so much to make a man cry mrs. No well tyson may have understood men it is not so clear that she knew all about sentimentalists it seemed as though her beauty being dead all that was blind and selfish and her passion for neville had died with it she was glad to be delivered from the torment of the senses to feel that the immortal human soul of her love was free and as she was very young and had the heart of a little child she firmly believed that her husband's emotions had undergone the same purifying regenerating process as for Tyson he had not a doubt on the subject one morning he was sitting in her room watching her with a feverish intermittent devotion he noticed her right arm as it hung along the counter pain in the droop of the beautiful right hand the one beautiful thing about her now he remembered how he used to tease her about that little white spot on her wrist and how she used to laugh and shake down her ruffles or her bangles to hide it even now she had the old trick she had drawn the sleeve of her nightgown over it as she felt his gaze resting on it strange though she was still sensitive about that tiny blemish she was apparently indifferent to the change in her face he wondered if she realized how irreparably her beauty was destroyed and as he wondered he looked away lest his eyes should wake that consciousness in her he had no idea how long they had been alone together time was not measured by words for neither had spoken much he had taken Henley's verses that haphazard from the bookshelf and was turning over the pages dipping here and there in the fastidious fashion of a man in no mind for any ideas but his own presently he broke out in a voice that throbbed thickly with emotion out of the night that covers me black as the pit from pole to pole I thank whatever God's may be for my unconquerable soul it found the music that matched his mood he chanted it matters not how Strait the gate how charged with punishments the scroll I am the master of my fate I am the captain of my soul some clumsy movement of his foot shook the bed and jarred her she drew in her breath sharply God forgive me he cried did I hurt you darling I don't mind it's worth it said she at her look his sins rose up to his remembrance he flung himself on his knees beside the bed shaken with his passion of remorse he muttered a wild inarticulate confession don't Neville don't she whispered it made no difference it's all over and done with now he looked at her body and thought of the beauty of her soul he broke into vows and promises yes it's all over I swear I'll never look at another woman as long as I live the pressure of her weak arms round his neck thrilled him with an exquisite tenderness a voluptuous pity surely surely in his heart of hearts he had never loved any woman as he loved her she comforted him she whispered things too sacred for perfect utterance he struck him from time to time that she had no clear notion of the nature of the wrong she forgave just as by some miracle her mind had dwelt apart from everything that was based in her own marriage her ideas of evil were vague in body lists she may have conceived Neville to have been the victim of some malign intellectual influence the thrall perhaps of some miss Batchelor saw mercy there may have been mysteries gulfs before which she shuddered dim regions which she could only just divine he did not know that with women like his wife there is all infinity between what they realize and what they fear yet within its range of vision her love was terribly clear sighted and now one by one Theisen sins fell from him in the purifying fire of his wife's fancy he staggered to his feet and looked round him with glazed eyes he was drunk with his own emotions she followed his gaze it was caught by some object above her bed hello said he with my old sword doing there my beauty I brought it in said she what did you do that for a I don't know I think I thought that someday you'd walk off with it somewhere and that if you did that you'd never come back again so you see I'd like to know it was hanging safe up there when I was sleeeeep you don't mind do you he muttered something about rust and an outside wall it's alright I've cleaned it myself I used to take it down and look at it every day when did you do that Molly all the time you were away good god he took the sword down from the nail where it hung by a red cord you won't find a speck of dust on it anywhere said she he had drawn the sword from its scabbard and laid it across his knee he felt its edge he drew his finger down the long groove that ran along the center of the blade his gaze rested almost passionately on the floral arabesque that fringed that bed of the river of blood not a spot of rust from hilt to point the scabbard too was bright and clean he held up the sword still looking at it with the eyes of a lover a quick turn of his wrist and it lapped and flashed in the Sun he turned to his wife smiling isn't she a beauty said he fear gripped her heart she may have had shadowy notions of Tyson's conjugal infidelities but she had a very clear idea of the power of her rival the sword she did not know that he was merely moved by the spirit of Henley's verse take it away she said I don't like the look of it well it's not a nice thing to have hanging over your head he took it away and hung it in its old place in the dining room and mrs. Neville Tyson was content though there was not a sign or hope that her beauty would be restored to her she was content what was more she was positively glad that it was gone regarding the loss of it as a ransom for Tyson's soul she was growing stronger every day now and they were full of plans for their future no attempt had been made to repair the damage done by the fire it was settled so far as anything was settled that they were to let the flat let four neat off to and go away from London from England perhaps to some Elysium to be agreed on by them both it was to be a second honeymoon or was it a third it was nothing like beginning all over again from the very beginning they talked of the Riviera in three weeks time from the date of the fire she was well enough to be moved into the dining room Neville carried her they had to go through the empty drawing-room and as they passed they stopped and looked round the desolate place he struck them both at this was a scene of that terrible last act of the drama of the old life when we've once gone we will never never come back again she said no we burnt our ships in that blaze Moll do you mind very much no I shall never want to see it again in our new house we won't have anything to remind us of this no we'll have everything brand new won't we yes brand new she looked round her and smiled but it seems a little sad don't you think it was a pretty room and there were all my things never mind plenty more where they came from they paused in the doorway ha this is the way said he that a bride used to be brought into her husband's house they lifted her up so as he spoke he raised her high in his strong arms he was smiling glorying in his strength and that was the way mrs. Neville Tyson was carried over the threshold of the new life or was it not rather her spirit that had lifted his he too unworthy soiled and shamed with sin had been suffered to go with her a little way for one luminous perfect moment he stood face to face with her in the mystic marriage chamber of the soul he heard if it were only for a moment the unspeakable epithalamium he saw incomprehensible things it had needed some violent appeal to the senses the spectacle or idea of physical agony to rouse him to that first passion of pity and tenderness something like this he had felt once before in the Nightwatch at forty top when the wife he had wronged lay in the clutches of life and death but now for the first time in his married life he loved her surely this was the way of peace surely surely she laid down in her gladness and prayed the prayer for a wedding night that God would make her a good wife she did not pray that Neville might be made a good husband of his sins she had never spoken not even to her god as for mr. neville Tyson and the joy of his heart he thank whatever God's there might happen to be for his unconquered soul end of chapter 16 recording by expatriate in Bangor Maine

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  1. Tysons | May Sinclair | Literary Fiction, Romance, Satire | Soundbook | English | 2/3

    8: [00:00:00] – VIII. Towards "The Cross-Roads"

    9: [00:13:09] – IX. An Unnatural Mother

    10: [00:32:51] – X. Circumstantial Evidence

    11: [00:41:03] – XI. The Return of Odysseus

    12: [00:48:43] – XII. A Flat in Town

    13: [01:01:32] – XIII. Mrs Wilcox to the Rescue

    14: [01:12:11] – XIV. The "Criterion"

    15: [01:26:34] – XV. Conflagration

    16: [01:41:38] – XVI. The New Life

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