THE EVIL GENIUS.

New Zealand Herald, Volume XXIII, Issue 7656, 5 June 1886, Page 3 (Supplement)

THE EVIL GENIUS.

BY WILKIE COLLINS.

CHAPTER LV. LEAVE IT TO THE CHILD,,' The front windows of Brightwater Cottage look out on a quiet green lane in Middlesex, which joins the high road within a few miles of the market town of Uxbridge. Through the pretty garden at tho back runs a little brook, winding its merry way to a distant river. The few rooms in this pleasant placc of residence are well (too well) furnished, having regard to the limits of a building which is a cottage in the strictest sense of the word. Water-colour drawings by the old English masters of the art ornamented the dining-room. The parlour has been transformed into a library. From floor to ceiling all four of its walls are covered with books. Their old and well-chosen bindings, Been in the mass, present nothing lens than a feast of colour to the eye. Tho library and the works of art are described as heir-looms, which hrtV passed into tho possession of tho present proprietor —one more among tho hundreds of Englishmen who are ruined every year by betting on the turf. So sorely in need of a little ready money was this victim of gambling—tacitly permitted or conveniently ignored by the audacious hypocrisy of a country which rejoiced in the extinction of Baden, and which still shudders at the name of Monaco—that he was ready to let his pretty cottage for no longer a term than one month certain ; and he even allowed tho elderly lady, who drove the hardest of hard bargains with him, to lesson by one guinea the house-rent paid for each week, lie took his revenge by means of an ironical compliment addressed to Mrs. Presty. " What a saving it would be to the country, ma'am, if you were Chancellor of the Exchequer." With perfect gravity Mrs. Presty accepted tho well-earned tribute of praise. "You are quite right, sir ; 1 should be the first official parson known to the history of England, who took proper caro of the public money." Within two dayu of the timo when they had left the hotel at Sydenham, Catheriue and her little family circle had taken possession of the cottage..

The two ladies were sitting in the library, each occupied by a book chosen from the well-stocked shelves, Catherine's reading appeared to be more than once interrupted by Catherine's thoughts. Noticing this circumstance, Mrs. Presty asked if any remarkable event had happened, and if it weighed heavily on her daughter's mind. Catherine answered that she was thinking Of Kitty, and that anxiety connected with the child did weigh heavily on her mind. Some days had passed (she reminded Mrs. Presty) since the interview at which Herbert Lindley had bidden her farewell. On that occasion ho had referred to her proposed marriage (never to be a marriage now), in terms of forbearance and generosity, which claimed her sincere admiration. It might be possible for her to show a grateful appreciation of his conduct. Devotedly fond of his little daughter, lie must have felt acutely his long separation from her ; and it was quite likely he might ask to see Kitty. There was now an obstacle in the way of her willing compliance with this request, which it was impossible to think of without remorse, and which it was imperatively necessary to remove. Her mother could understand that she alluded to the shameful falsehood which had led the child to suppose that her father was dead. Strongly disapproving of the language in which her daughter had done justice to the conduct of the divorced husband, Mrs. Presty merely replied, " ou are Kitty s mother ; I leave it to yon," end returned to her reading. Catherine could not feel that she had deserved such an answer as this. " Did I plan the deception 2" she asked. " Did I tell the lie ?*' Mr. Presty was not in the least offended. "You are comparatively innocent, my dear,' she admitted, with an air of satirical indulgence. "\ ou only consented to the deception, and profited by the lie. Suppose we own the truth. You are afraid." Catherine owned the truth in the plainest terms, " Yes, I (tin afraid." " And you leave it to me ?" " I leave it to you." Mrs. Presty complacently closed her book. "I was quite prepared to hear it," she said ; " all the unpleasant complications since your divorce—and Heaven only knows how many of them have presented themselves—have been left for me to unravel. It so happens though I was too modest to mention it prematurely—that I have unravelled this complication. If you only have eyes to see it, there Is a way out of every difficulty that can possibly happen." She pushed the book that she had been reading across the table to Catherine. " Turn to page two hundred and forty," she said. "There is the way out."

The title of the book wa3 " Disasters at Sea and the page contained the narrative of a shipwreck. On evidence apparently irresistible, the drowning of every soul on board the lost vessel had been taken for granted, when a remnant of the passengers and crew had been discovered on a desert island, and had been safely restored to their friends. Having read this record of suffering and suspense, Catherine looked at htr mother, and waited for an explanation. " Don't you see it?" Mrs, Treaty asked,

•' I can't say that I do." The old lady's excellent temper was not in the least rallied, even by this. "Quite inexcusable on my part," she acknowledged; "I ought to have remembered that you don't inherit your mother's vivid imagination. Ag® Las left me in full possession of those powers of invention which used to amaze your poor father. He wondered how it was that I never wrote a novel. Mr. Presty's appreciation of my intellect was equally sincere ; but he took a different view. ' Beware, my dear,' he said, 4 of trilling with the distinction which you now enjoy ; you are one of the most remarkable women in England—you have ne7er written a novel.' Pardon me; I am wandering into the region of literary anecdote, when I ought to explain myself. Now pray attend to this : I propose to tell Kitty that I have found a book which is sure to interest her ; and I shall direct her attention to the lamentable story which you have just read. She is quite sharp enough (there are sparks of my intellectual fire in Kitty) to ask if the friends of the poor shipwrecked people were Dot very much surprised to seo them again. To this I shall answer, ' Very much, indeed, for their friends thought they were dead.' Ah, you dear, dull child, you see it now." Catherine saw it so plainly that she was eager to put the first part of the experiment to an immediate trial. Kitty was sent for, and made her appearance with a fishing-rod over her shoulder. "I'm going to the brook," she announced; expect some fish for dinner to-day." A wary old hand stopped Catherine in the act of presenting the " Disasters at Sea to Kitty's notice ; and a voice, distinguished by insinuating kindness, said to the child : «' When you have done fishing, my dear, come to me ; I have got a nice book for you to read. How very absurd of yon, Catherine," Mrs. Prcsty continued, when they were together again, " to expect the child to read and draw her own conclusions, while her head is full of fishing ! If there are any fish in the brook, »/<e won't catch them. When she comes back disappointed, and Hays 'What am I to do now V the ' Disasters at Sea' will have a chance. I make it a rule never to boast; but if there is a thing that I understand, it's the management of Why didn't I have a large family ?" Attended by the faithful Susan, Kitty baited her hook, and began to fish where the waters of the brook were overshadowed by trees. A little arbour covered by a thatched roof, and having walls of wooden lattice-work hidden by creepers climbing over them inside and out, offered an attractive place of rest on this sheltered side of the garden. Having brought her work with her, the nursemaid retired to the summerhouse, and diligently plied her needle, looking at Kitty from time to time through the open door. The air was delightfully cool, the pleasant riDDlin" of the brook fell soothingly on the ear, the seat in the summerhouse received a sitter with the softly-yield-inc submission of elastic wires. Susan had just finished her early dinner; m mind and body alike, this good girl was entirely and deservedly at her ease. By finely succeeding degrees, her eyelids began to show a tendency downward ; her truant needlework escaped from her fingers, and lay lazily on her lap. She snatched it up with a start, and sewed with severe resolution until her thread was exhausted. The reel was ready

at her side; she took it up for a fresh I supply, and innocently rested her head v against the leafy and ilowery wall of the u arbour. Was it thought that gradually c closed her eyes again ? or was it sleep ? In c cither case, Susan was lost to all sense of b passing events ; and Susan's breathing li became musically regular, emulous of the f. musical regularity of tho brook. d As a lesson in patience, the art of angling 1 pursued in a shallow brook has its moral f uses. Kitty fished, and waited, and renewed v the bait, and tried again, with a command of t temper which would have been a novelty in s Susan's experience, if Susan had been awake, a But the end which comes to all things I came also to Kitty's patience. Leaving her c rod on the bank, she let tho line and nook I take care of themselves, and wandered away t in search of some new amusement. 1 Lingering here and there to gather flowers 1 from tho beds as she passed them, Kitty was stopped by a shrubbery, with a rustic seat j placed near it, which marked the limits of c the garden on that side. The path that she had been following led her farther and farther away from the brook, but still left it well in t view. She could see, on her right hand, the i clumsy old wooden bridge which crossed tho i stream, and served as a means of communica- j tion for the servants and the tradespeople, < between tho cottage and the village on the 1 lower ground a mile away. The child felt hot and tired. She rested i herself on tho bench, and, spreading the ( flowers by her side, began to arrange them in 1 the form of a nosegay. Still truo to her love ] for Sydney, she had planned to present the nosegay to her mother, offering the gift as < an excuse for returning to tho forbidden i subject of her governess, and for asking when ] they might hope to see each other again. Choosing flowers and then rejecting them, trying other colours, and wondering whether she had accomplished a change for the better, Kitty was startled by the sound of a voice calling to her from the direction of tho brook. She looked round, and saw a gentleman crossing the brook. Ho asked her the way to Brightwater Cottage. There was something in his voico that attracted her—how or why, at her age, 3he never thought of enquiring. Eager and excited, she ran across tho lawn which lay between her and the brook, before she answered the question. The gentleman approached her, and suddenly stood still. Kitty said, " This is tho cottage, sir ; do you want to see mamma ?"' The last words fell faintly from her lips : she hardly knew whether she was frightened or surprised. There tho stranger stood, with his eyes fixed on her ; thinner and paler, and not locking happy, and yet, like, oh ! so like her lost father ! His sorrowful eyes rested kindly on her. The child ventured to say, " Do you know me, air ?" He answered in tho saddest voice that Kitty had ever heard, " My little girl, what makes you think 1 know you ?" She was at a loss how to reply, fearing to distress him. She could only say, "You are so like my poor papa." lie shook and shuddered, as if she had said something to frighten him. He took her hand. On that hot day, his lingers felt as cold as if it had been winter time. Be led her back to the scat that she had left. " I'm tired, my dear," ho said. "Shall wo sit down 2" It was surely truo that he was tired. He seemed hardly able to lift one foot after the other; Kitty pitied him. "I think you must be ill," she said, a3 they took their places, side by side, on the bench. "No; not ill, only weary, and perhaps a little afraid of frightening you." He kept her hand in his hand, and patted it from time to time. " My dear, why did you say ' I'oor papa,' when you spoke of your father just now " My father is dead, sir." He turned his face away from her, and pressed both hands on his breast, as if he felt soma dreadful pain there, and was trying to hide it. But he mastered the pain ; and he said a strange thing to her—very gently, but still it was strange. He wistied to know who had told her that her father was dead. "Grandmamma told me." " Do you remember what grandmamma said ?"' "Yes; she told me papa was drowned at sea," He said something to himself, and said it twice over. "Not her mother Thank God, not her mother !" Kitty looked and looked at him, and wondered and wondered. He put his arm round her. "Come near to me," he said. " Don't ba afraid of me, my dear." She moved nearer, and showed him she was not afraid. The poor man seemed hardly to understand her. His eyes grew dim; he sighed like a person in distress ; be said, " Your father would have kissed you, little one, if he had been alive. You say I am like your lather. May I ki3s you 1'" She put her hands on his shoulder, and lifted her face to him. In the instant when he kissed her, the child knew him. Her heart beat suddenly with an overpowering delight ; she started back from his embrace. "That's how papa used to kiss me?" she cried. " Oh ! you arr papa ! Not drowned ; not drowned !" She flung her arms round his neck and held him as if she would never let him go again. " Dear papa ! Poor lost papa!" His tears fell on her face ; he sobbed over her. "My sweet darling! my own little Kitty !" The hysterical passion that had overcome her father filled her with piteous surprise. How strange, how dreadful that he should cry ; that he should bo so sorry when she was so glad. Sho took her little handkerchief out of the pocket of her pinafore, and dried his eyes. "Are you thinking of the cruel sea, papa ? No ; the good sea ; the kind, bright, beautiful sea that has given you back to me, and to mamma—!" They had forgotten her mother!—and Kitty only discovered it now. She caught at one of her lather's hands hanging helpless at his side. With sparkling eyes, with flushed cheeks, she pulled at his hand, as it her little strength could force him to his feet. "Come," she cried, "and make mamma as happy as I am !" He hesitated. She sprang on his knee ; she pressed her cheek against his cheek with the caressing tenderness familiar to him in the first happy days when she was an infant. " Oh, papa, are you going to be unkind to me for the first time in your life ?" . His momentary resistance was at an end. He was as weak as water in her hands now, as if he had been the child and she had been t.he man. Laughing and singing and dancing round him, Kitty led the .vay to the window of the room that opened on the garden. Someone had closed it on the iuuer aide. She tapped impatiently at the glass. Her mother heard the tapping; her mother came to the window. And they saw each other again ! Since the miserable time when they left Mount Morven, since the long unnatural separation of the parents and the child, those three were together once more. AFTER THE STORY. I.—THE LAWYER'S APOLOGY. That a woman of my wife's mature years should be jealous of one of the most exemplary husbands that the records of matrimony can produce, is to say the least of it, a discouraging circumstance. A man forgets that virtue is its own reward, and asks, What is the use of conjugal fidelity ? However, the motto of my married life is (or ought to be) " Peaco at any price." I have been this day relieved from the condition of secrecy that has been imposed on mo. You insisted on an explanation some time since. Here it i 3 at last. For the ten thousandth time, my dear, in our joint lives, you are again right. That letter marked ' private' which I received at the domestic tea-table, was what you positively declared it to be, a letter from a lady —a charming lady plunged in deepest perplexity. We had been well known to each other for many years, as lawyer and client. She wanted advice on this occasion also—and wanted it in the strictest confidence. Was it consistent with my professional duty to show her letter to my wife? Mrs. Sarrazin says " Yes." Mrs. Sarrazin's husband says "No." Lot me add that the lady was a person of unblemished reputation, and that she was placed in a false position through no fault of her own. In plain English, she was divorced. Ah, my dear (to speak the strong language of the people), do you smell a rat ? Yes ; my client was Mrs. Ormond ; and to her pretty cottago in tho country I betook myself the next" day. There I found my excellent friend Randal Linley, present by special invitation. 1 Stop a minute. Why do I write all ; this, instead of explaining myself by word of mouth. My dear, you are a member of an old and illustrious family ; you honoured me when you married mc; and you * have (as your father told me on our wedding 1 day) the hiab and haughty face ot your race.

I foresee an explosion of this temper, and I would rather have my writing paper blown up than bo blown up myself. Is this a cowardly confession on my part? All courage, Mrs. Sarrazin, is relative the bravest man living has a cowardly side to bis character, though it may not always be found out. Some years ago, at a public dinner, I sat next to an officer in the British Army. At one time in his life ho had led a forlorn hope ; at another time he had picked up "a wounded soldier, and had carried him to the care of the surgeons through a hailstorm of the enemy's bullets. Hot courage and cool courage, this true hero possessed both. I saw the cowardly side of his character. He lost his colour ; perspiration broke out on his forehead ; he trembled, he talked nonsense ; he was frightened out of his wits. And all for what ? Because ho had to get on his legs and make a speech ! Well, Mrs. Ormond and Randal Limey and I eat down to our consultation at the cottage. What did my fair client want? She contemplated marrying for the second time, aid she wanted my advice as a lawyer and 1115 encouragement as an old friend. 1 was quite ready; I only waited for the particulars. Mrs. Ormond became greatly embarrassed, and said, "I refer you to my brother-in-law." I looked at Randal. " Once her brother, in-law, no doubt," I said; "but after the divorce—" My friend stoppod me there. " After the divorce," he remarked, " I may be her brother-in-law again." If this meant anything, it meant that she was actually going to marry Herbert Linley again. 1 told him plainly that I could not believe it. " Why not ?" Randal asked. " Saying I do want you in one breath, and I don't want you in another, seems to mo to be a little hard on divorce," I ventured to suggest. " Don't expect vie to sympathise with divorce," Randal said. I answered that smartly. "No, I'll wait till you are married. He took it seriously. " Don't misunderstand me," he replied. "Whore there is absolute cruelty, or where there is deliberate desertion on the husband's part, I see the use and the reason for divorce. If the unhappy wife can find an honourable man who will protect her, or an honourable man who will otter her a home, Society and Law, which are responsible for the institution of marriage, are bound to allow a woman outraged under the shelter of their institution to marry again. But, where tho husband' 3 fault is sexual frailty, I say the English law, which refuses divorce ou that ground alone, is right, and the Scotch law, which grants it, is wrong. Religion which rightly condemns the sin, pardons it on the condition of true peniteuce. Why is a wife not to pardon it for the same reason ? Why are the lives of a father, a mother, and a child to be wrecked, when those lives may be saved by the exercise of the first of Christian virtues—forgiveness of injuries ? In such a case as this I regret that divorce exists; and I rejoice when husband and wife and child are one flesh again, re-united by tho law of Mature, which is che law of God." I might have disputed with him ; but 1 thought he was right, and I wanted to make sure of the facts. "Am I really to understand," I asked, "that Mr. Herbert Linley is to be the lady a husband for tho second time ?" _ ( "If there is no lawful objection to it, Randal said, "decidedly yes.'' My good wife, in all your experience you never saw your husband stare as lie stared at that moment. Here was a lady divorced from her husband by her own lawful desire, and at her own personal expense, thinking better of it after no very long interval, and proposing to marry tho man again. Something to wonder at, surely I How did it cud ? It ended in my admitting my ignorance as a lawyer, and offering my encouragement as a friend. Tho case being without precedent in my experience, I dropped my professional character at the outset. Speaking next as a friend, I had only to say to Mrs. Ormoad, "The law has declared you and Mr. Herbert Linley to be single people. Do what other single people do. Buy a license, and give notice at a church, and by all means send wedding cards to the judge who divorced you." Said; and, in another fortnight, done. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Linley were married again this morning ; and Randal and I were the only witnesses present at the ceremony, which was strictly private. lI.—THE LAWYER'S DEFENCE. I wonder whether the foregoing pages of my writing-paper have been torn to pieces, and thrown into the waste-paper basket? You wouldn't litter the carpet. No. I may be torn in pieces, but I do you justice for all that. What are the objections to the divorced husband and wife becoming husband and wife again ? Mrs. Presty has stated them in the following order. Am I wrong in assuming that, on this occasion at least, you will agree with Mrs. Presty? First objection : JNobody has done such a thing before. Second objection : Penitent or not penitent, Mr. Herbert Linley doesn't deserve it. Third objection : No respectable person will visit them. First reply : The question is not whether the thing has been done before, but whether the doing of the thing is right in itself. There ia no clause in the marriage service forbidding a wife to forgive her husband ; but there is a direct prohibition to any separation between them. It is therefore not wrong to forgive Mr. Herbert Linley, and it is absolutely right to marry him again. Second reply ; When their child brings him home, and takes it for granted that her father and mother should live together, bfaume they are her father and mother, innocent Kitty has appealed from the law of divorce to the law of nature. Whether Herbert Linley has deserved in or whether he has not, there lie is in the only tit place for him ; and there is an end of the second ob-

jection. Third reply : A flat contradiction to the assertion that no respectable person will visit her. Mrs. Sarrazin will visit her. \ es, you will, my dear. Not becausc I inai3t upon it —do I ever insist on anything? No; you will act on your own responsibility, out of compassion for a misguided old woman. Judge for yourself if Mrs. Presty is not sadly in need of the good example of an ornament to her sex. The Evil Genius of the family joined us in the cottage parlour when our consultation had corne to an end. I had the honour of communicating the decision at which we had arrived. Mrs. Treaty marched to the door; and from that commanding position addressed a few farewell remarks to her daughter: "I have done with you, Catherine. You have reached the limits of my maternal endurance at last. I shall set up my own establishment, and live again—in memory— with Mr. Ormond and Mr. Presty. May you be happy. I don't anticipate it." She left the room, and came back again for a last word, this time addressed to Randal Linlcy. " When you next see your friend Captain Bennydeck, give him my compliments, Mr. Randal, and say that I congratulate him 011 having been jilted by my daughter. It would have "been a sad thing indeed if such a sensible man had married an idiot. Good morning." She left the room, and came back again for another last word, addressed on this occasion to me. Her better nature made an effort to express itself, not altogether without success. •' I think it quite likely, Mr. Sarrazin, that some dreadful misfortune will fall on my daughter, as the punishment of her undutiful disregard to her mother's objections. In that case, I shall feel it my duty to return, and administer maternal consolation. When you write, address tee at my bankers. I make allowances for a lawyer, sir ; I don't blame you. She opened the door for the third time, stepped out, and back again into the room, suddenly gave her daughter a fierce kiss, returned to the door, shook her fiat at Mrs. Linley with a theatrically-threatening gesture, said, " Unnatural child 1" and, after this exhibition of her better nature, and her worst, left us at last. When you visit the re-married pair, my love, on their return from their second honeymoon, take Mrs. Treaty with you.

lII.—THE LAWYER'S LAST word, " When you force this ridiculous and regrettable affair on my attention" (I think I hear Mrs. Sarrazin say), " the least you can do is to make your narrative complete. But perhaps you propose to tell me personally what has become of Kitty, aud what welldeserved retribution has overtaken Mits Westerfield." No ; I propose, in this case also, to communicate my information in writing, at the safe distance from home of my office in Lincoln's Inn Fields.

Kitty accompanies her father and mother to the Continent, of course. But she insisted on first saying good-bye to the dear friend, once the dear governess, whom ehe loves. Randal and I volunteered to take her (with her mother's ready permission) to see Miss Westerticld. Try not to be angry. Try not to tear me up. We found Captain Bennydeck and his pretty secretary enjoying a little rest and refreshment, after a long morning's work for the good of the Home. The Captain was carving tho chicken; and Sydney, by his side, was making salad. The house-cat occupied a third chair, with her eye immovably fixed on tho movements of the knife and fork. Perhaps I was thinking of Bad paßt days. Anyway, it seemed to mo to be as pretty a domestic scene as a man should wish to look at. The arrival of Kitty made the picture complete. Our visit was necessarily limited by a due remembrance of the hour of departure, by an early tidal train. Kitty's last words to Sydney bade her bear their next metting in mind, and not be melancholy at only saying goodbye for a time. Like all children, she asks strange creations. When we wore out in the street again, she said to her uncle : " Uo you think my nice Captain will marry Syd ?" Randal had noticed in Captain Bennydeck's face, signs which betrayed that the bitterest disappointment of his life was far from being a forgotten disappointment yet. If it had been put by any other person, Kitty's question might have met with a bitter reply, .as it was, her uncle only said, "My dear child, that is no business of yours or mine." Not in tho least discouraged, Kitty turned to me. " What do you think, Samuel?" I followed Randal's lead, and answered, "How should 1 know ?" The child looked from one to the other of us. "Shall I tell you what I think?" she said. "1 think you are both of you humbugs." [the end. Note.Tha sola right of adapting " The Evil Genius" for performance on the stage has boon loyally scuurcil by tho author.