One of Our Conquerors — Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 153 pages of information about One of Our Conquerors — Volume 4.

One of Our Conquerors — Volume 4 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 153 pages of information about One of Our Conquerors — Volume 4.

Mrs. Marsett now declared a belief, that women were nearly quite as bad as men.  ’I don’t think I could take up with a profession.  Unless to be a singer.  Ah!  Do you sing?’

Nesta smiled:  ‘Yes, I sing.’

’How I should like to hear you!  My Ned’s a thorough Englishman—­ gentleman, you know:  he cares only for sport; Shooting, Fishing, Hunting; and Football, Cricket, Rowing, and matches.  He’s immensely proud of England in those things.  And such muscle he has! though he begins to fancy his heart’s rather weak.  It’s digestion, I tell him.  But he takes me to the Opera sometimes—­Italian Opera; he can’t stand German.  Down at his place in Leicestershire, he tells me, when there ’s company, he has—­ I’m sure you sing beautifully.  When I hear beautiful singing, even from a woman they tell tales of, upon my word, it’s true, I feel my sins all melting out of me and I’m new-made:  I can’t bear Ned to speak.  Would you one day, one afternoon, before the end of next week?—­it would do me such real good, you can’t guess how much; if I could persuade you!  I know I’m asking something out of rules.  For just half an hour:  I judge by your voice in talking.  Oh! it would do me good-good-good to hear you sing.  There is a tuned piano—­a cottage; I don’t think it sounds badly.  You would not see any great harm in calling on me? once!’

‘No,’ said Nesta.  And it was her nature that projected the word.  Her awakened wits were travelling to her from a distance, and she had an intimation of their tidings; and she could not have said what they were; or why, for a moment, she hesitated to promise she would come.  Her vision of the reality of things was without written titles, to put the stamp of the world on it.  She felt this lady to be one encompassed and in the hug of the elementary forces, which are the terrors to inexperienced pure young women.  But she looked at her, and dared trust those lips, those eyes.  She saw, through whatever might be the vessel, the spirit of the woman; as the upper nobility of our brood are enabled to do in a crisis mixed of moral aversion and sisterly sympathy, when nature cries to them, and the scales of convention, the mud-spots of accident, even naughtiness, even wickedness, all misfortune’s issue, if we but see the one look upward, fall away.  Reason is not excluded from these blind throbs of a blood that strikes to right the doings of the Fates.  Nesta did not err in her divination of the good and the bad incarnate beside her, though both good and bad were behind a curtain; the latter sparing her delicate senses, appealing to chivalry, to the simply feminine claim on her.  Reason, acting in her heart as a tongue of the flames of the forge where we all are wrought, told her surely that the good predominated.  She had the heart which is at our primal fires when nature speaks.

She gave the promise to call on Mrs. Marsett and sing to her.

‘An afternoon?  Oh! what afternoon?’ she was asked, and she said:  ’This afternoon, if you like.’

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