Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 102 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 3.

Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 3 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 102 pages of information about Ordeal of Richard Feverel — Volume 3.

“Men, or women?” inquired the baronet.

Lady Blandish believed mostly women.

“Ask the doctor whether they were healthy-minded women,” said the baronet.  “No! you are both looking at the wrong end.  Between a highly-cultured being, and an emotionless animal, there is all the difference in the world.  But of the two, the doctor is nearer the truth.  The healthy nature is pretty safe.  If he allowed for organization he would be right altogether.  To feel, but not to feel to excess, that is the problem.”

         “If I can’t have the one I chose,
          To some fresh maid I will propose,”

Adrian hummed a country ballad.

CHAPTER XXIV

When the young Experiment again knew the hours that rolled him onward, he was in his own room at Raynham.  Nothing had changed:  only a strong fist had knocked him down and stunned him, and he opened his eyes to a grey world:  he had forgotten what he lived for.  He was weak and thin, and with a pale memory of things.  His functions were the same, everything surrounding him was the same:  he looked upon the old blue hills, the far-lying fallows, the river, and the woods:  he knew them, they seemed to have lost recollection of him.  Nor could he find in familiar human faces the secret of intimacy of heretofore.  They were the same faces:  they nodded and smiled to him.  What was lost he could not tell.  Something had been knocked out of him!  He was sensible of his father’s sweetness of manner, and he was grieved that he could not reply to it, for every sense of shame and reproach had strangely gone.  He felt very useless.  In place of the fiery love for one, he now bore about a cold charity to all.

Thus in the heart of the young man died the Spring Primrose, and while it died another heart was pushing forth the Primrose of Autumn.

The wonderful change in Richard, and the wisdom of her admirer, now positively proved, were exciting matters to Lady Blandish.  She was rebuked for certain little rebellious fancies concerning him that had come across her enslaved mind from time to time.  For was he not almost a prophet?  It distressed the sentimental lady that a love like Richard’s could pass off in mere smoke, and words such as she had heard him speak in Abbey-wood resolve to emptiness.  Nay, it humiliated her personally, and the baronet’s shrewd prognostication humiliated her.  For how should he know, and dare to say, that love was a thing of the dust that could be trodden out under the heel of science?  But he had said so; and he had proved himself right.  She heard with wonderment that Richard of his own accord had spoken to his father of the folly he had been guilty of, and had begged his pardon.  The baronet told her this, adding that the youth had done it in a cold unwavering way, without a movement of his features:  had evidently done it to throw off the burden of the duty, he had conceived.  He had thought himself bound to acknowledge that he had been the Foolish Young Fellow, wishing, possibly, to abjure the fact by an set of penance.  He had also given satisfaction to Benson, and was become a renovated peaceful spirit, whose main object appeared to be to get up his physical strength by exercise and no expenditure of speech.

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