第24章 THE FIFTH(1)

IN THE LAND OF THE FORGOTTEN PEOPLES

Section 1

A gust of confidence on the part of a person naturally or habitually reserved will often be followed by a phase of recoil.At breakfast next morning their overnight talk seemed to both Sir Richmond and Dr.Martineau like something each had dreamt about the other, a quite impossible excess of intimacy.They discussed the weather, which seemed to be settling down to the utmost serenity of which the English spring is capable, they talked of Sir Richmond's coming car and of the possible routes before them.Sir Richmond produced the Michelin maps which he had taken out of the pockets of the little Charmeuse.The Bath Road lay before them, he explained, Reading, Newbury, Hungerford, Marlborough, Silbury Hill which overhangs Avebury.Both travellers discovered a common excitement at the mention of Avebury and Silbury Hill.

Both took an intelligent interest in archaeology.Both had been greatly stimulated by the recent work of Elliot Smith and Rivers upon what was then known as the Heliolithic culture.It had revived their interest in Avebury and Stonehenge.The doctor moreover had been reading Hippisley Cox's GREEN ROADS OF ENGLAND.

Neither gentleman had ever seen Avebury, but Dr.Martineau had once visited Stonehenge.

"Avebury is much the oldest," said the doctor.They must have made Silbury Hill long before 2000 B.C.It may be five thousand years old or even more.It is the most important historical relic in the British Isles.And the most neglected."They exchanged archaeological facts.The secret places of the heart rested until the afternoon.

Then Sir Richmond saw fit to amplify his confessions in one particular.

Section 2

The doctor and his patient had discovered a need for exercise as the morning advanced.They had walked by the road to Marlow and had lunched at a riverside inn, returning after a restful hour in an arbour on the lawn of this place to tea at Maidenhead.It was as they returned that Sir Richmond took up the thread of their overnight conversation again.

"In the night," he said, "I was thinking over the account Itried to give you of my motives.A lot of it was terribly out of drawing.""Facts?" asked the doctor.

"No, the facts were all right.It was the atmosphere, the proportions....I don't know if I gave you the effect of something Don Juanesque?...""Vulgar poem," said the doctor remarkably." I discounted that.""Vulgar!"

"Intolerable.Byron in sexual psychology is like a stink in a kitchen."Sir Richmond perceived he had struck upon the sort of thing that used to be called a pet aversion.

"I don't want you to think that I run about after women in an habitual and systematic manner.Or that I deliberately hunt them in the interests of my work and energy.Your questions had set me theorizing about myself.And I did my best to improvise a scheme of motives yesterday.It was, I perceive, a jerry-built scheme, run up at short notice.My nocturnal reflections convinced me of that.I put reason into things that are essentially instinctive.The truth is that the wanderings of desire have no single drive.All sorts of motives come in, high and low, down to sheer vulgar imitativeness and competitiveness.What was true in it all was this, that a man with any imagination in a fatigue phase falls naturally into these complications because they are more attractive to his type and far easier and more refreshing to the mind, at the outset, than anything else.

And they do work a sort of recovery in him, They send him back to his work refreshed--so far, that is, as his work is concerned.""At the OUTSET they are easier," said the doctor.

Sir Richmond laughed."When one is fagged it is only the outset counts.The more tired one is the more readily one moves along the line of least resistance....

"That is one footnote to what I said.So far as the motive of my work goes, I think we got something like the spirit of it.

What I said about that was near the truth of things....

"But there is another set of motives altogether, "Sir Richmond went on with an air of having cleared the ground for his real business, "that I didn't go into at all yesterday."He considered."It arises out of these other affairs.Before you realize it your affections are involved.I am a man much swayed by my affections."Mr.Martineau glanced at him.There was a note of genuine self-reproach in Sir Richmond's voice.

"I get fond of people.It is quite irrational, but I get fond of them.Which is quite a different thing from the admiration and excitement of falling in love.Almost the opposite thing.

They cry or they come some mental or physical cropper and hurt themselves, or they do something distressingly little and human and suddenly I find they've GOT me.I'm distressed.

I'm filled with something between pity and an impulse of responsibility.I become tender towards them.I am impelled to take care of them.I want to ease them off, to reassure them, to make them stop hurting at any cost.I don't see why it should be the weak and sickly and seamy side of people that grips me most, but it is.I don't know why it should be their failures that gives them power over me, but it is.Itold you of this girl, this mistress of mine, who is ill just now.SHE'S got me in that way; she's got me tremendously.""You did not speak of her yesterday with any morbid excess of pity," the doctor was constrained to remark.

"I abused her very probably.I forget exactly what Isaid...."

The doctor offered no assistance.

"But the reason why I abuse her is perfectly plain.I abuse her because she distresses me by her misfortunes and instead of my getting anything out of her, I go out to her.But I DOgo out to her.All this time at the back of my mind I am worrying about her.She has that gift of making one feel for her.I am feeling that damned carbuncle almost as if it had been my affair instead of hers.

"That carbuncle has made me suffer FRIGHTFULLY....Why should I? It isn't mine."He regarded the doctor earnestly.The doctor controlled a strong desire to laugh.