Aaron's Rod eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 330 pages of information about Aaron's Rod.

There was nothingness.  There was just himself, and blank nothingness.  He had perhaps a faint sense of Lilly ahead of him; an impulse in that direction, or else merely an illusion.  He could not persuade himself that he was seeking for love, for any kind of unison or communion.  He knew well enough that the thought of any loving, any sort of real coming together between himself and anybody or anything, was just objectionable to him.  No—­he was not moving towards anything:  he was moving almost violently away from everything.  And that was what he wanted.  Only that.  Only let him not run into any sort of embrace with anything or anybody—­this was what he asked.  Let no new connection be made between himself and anything on earth.  Let all old connections break.  This was his craving.

Yet he struggled under it this morning as under the lid of a tomb.  The terrible sudden weight of inertia!  He knew the tray stood ready by the bed:  he knew the automobile would be at the door at eight o’clock, for Lady Franks had said so, and he half divined that the servant had also said so:  yet there he lay, in a kind of paralysis in this bed.  He seemed for the moment to have lost his will.  Why go forward into more nothingness, away from all that he knew, all he was accustomed to and all he belonged to?

However, with a click he sat up.  And the very instant he had poured his coffee from the little silver coffee-pot into his delicate cup, he was ready for anything and everything.  The sense of silent adventure took him, the exhilarated feeling that he was fulfilling his own inward destiny.  Pleasant to taste was the coffee, the bread, the honey—­delicious.

The man brought his clothes, and again informed him that the automobile would be at the door at eight o’clock:  or at least so he made out.

“I can walk,” said Aaron.

“Milady ha comandato l’automobile,” said the man softly.

It was evident that if Milady had ordered it, so it must be.

So Aaron left the still-sleeping house, and got into the soft and luxurious car.  As he dropped through the park he wondered that Sir William and Lady Franks should be so kind to him:  a complete stranger.  But so it was.  There he sat in their car.  He wondered, also, as he ran over the bridge and into the city, whether this soft-running automobile would ever rouse the socialistic bile of the work-people.  For the first time in his life, as he sat among the snug cushions, he realised what it might be to be rich and uneasy:  uneasy, even if not afraid, lurking there inside an expensive car.—­Well, it wasn’t much of a sensation anyhow:  and riches were stuffy, like wadded upholstery on everything.  He was glad to get out into the fresh air of the common crowd.  He was glad to be in the bleak, not-very-busy station.  He was glad to be part of common life.  For the very atmosphere of riches seems to be stuffed and wadded, never any real reaction.  It was terrible, as if one’s very body, shoulders and arms, were upholstered and made cushiony.  Ugh, but he was glad to shake off himself the atmosphere of wealth and motor-cars, to get out of it all.  It was like getting out of quilted clothes.

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