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āYes,ā said Nettie, slowly following me, ābut you control it.ā
āOnly through a measure of obedience. There is no magic in the businessāto conquer matter, we must divide the enemy, and take matter as an ally. Nowadays it is indeed true, by faith a man can remove mountains; he can say to a mountain, Be thou removed and be thou cast into the sea; but he does it because he helps and trusts his brother men, because he has the wit and patience and courage to win over to his side iron, steel, obedience, dynamite, cranes, trucks, the money of other peopleā¦ . To conquer my desire for you, I must not perpetually thwart it by your presence; I must go away so that I may not see you, I must take up other interests, thrust myself into struggles and discussionsāāā
āAnd forget?ā said Nettie.
āNot forget,ā I said; ābut anyhowācease to brood upon you.ā
She hung on that for some moments.
āNo,ā she said, demolished her last pattern and looked up at Verrall as he stirred.
Verrall leant forward on the table, elbows upon it, and the fingers of his two hands intertwined.
āYou know,ā he said, āI havenāt thought much of these things. At school and the university, one doesnātā¦ . It was part of the system to prevent it. Theyāll alter all that, no doubt. We seemāāhe thoughtāāto be skating about over questions that one came to at last in Greekāwith variorum readingsāin Plato, but which it never occurred to any one to translate out of a dead language into living realitiesā¦ .ā He halted and answered some unspoken question from his own mind with, āNo. I think with Leadford, Nettie, that, as he put it, it is in the nature of things for men to be exclusiveā¦ . Minds are free things and go about the world, but only one man can possess a woman. You must dismiss rivals. We are made for the struggle for existenceāwe ARE the struggle for existence; the things that live are the struggle for existence incarnateāand that works out that the men struggle for their mates; for each woman one prevails. The others go away.ā
āLike animals,ā said Nettie.
āYesā¦ .ā
āThere are many things in life,ā I said, ābut that is the rough universal truth.ā
āBut,ā said Nettie, āyou donāt struggle. That has been altered because men have minds.ā
āYou choose,ā I said.
āIf I donāt choose to choose?ā
āYou have chosen.ā
She gave a little impatient āOh! Why are women always the slaves of sex? Is this great age of Reason and Light that has come to alter nothing of that? And men too! I think it is allāstupid. I do not believe this is the right solution of the thing, or anything but the bad habits of the time that wasā¦ Instinct! You donāt let your instincts rule you in a lot of other things. Here am I between you. Here is Edward. Iālove him because he is gay and pleasant, and becauseābecause I LIKE him! Here is Willieāa part of meāmy first secret, my oldest friend! Why must I not have both? Am I not a mind that you must think of me as nothing but a woman? imagine me always as a thing to struggle for?ā She paused; then she made her distressful proposition to me. āLet us three keep together,ā she said. āLet us not part. To part is hate, Willie. Why should we not anyhow keep friends? Meet and talk?ā
āTalk?ā I said. āAbout this sort of thing?ā
I looked across at Verrall and met his eyes, and we studied one another. It was the clean, straight scrutiny of honest antagonism. āNo,ā I decided. āBetween us, nothing of that sort can be.ā
āEver?ā said Nettie.
āNever,ā I said, convinced.
I made an effort within myself. āWe cannot tamper with the law and customs of these things,ā I said; āthese passions are too close to oneās essential self. Better surgery than a lingering disease! From Nettie my loveāasks all. A manās love is not devotionāit is a demand, a challenge. And besidesāāand here I forced my themeāāI have given myself now to a new mistressāand it is I, Nettie, who am unfaithful. Behind you and above you rises the coming City of the World, and I am in that building. Dear heart! you are only happinessāand thatāāIndeed that calls! If it is only that my life blood shall christen the foundation stonesāI could almost hope that should be my part, Nettie āI will join myself in that.ā I threw all the conviction I could into these wordsā¦ . āNo conflict of passion.ā I added a little lamely, āmust distract me.ā
There was a pause.
āThen we must part,ā said Nettie, with the eyes of a woman one strikes in the face
I nodded assentā¦ .
There was a little pause, and then I stood up. We stood up, all three. We parted almost sullenly, with no more memorable words, and I was left presently in the arbor alone.
I do not think I watched them go. I only remember myself left there somehowāhorribly empty and alone. I sat down again and fell into a deep shapeless musing.
Section 5
Suddenly I looked up. Nettie had come back and stood looking down at me.
āSince we talked I have been thinking,ā she said. āEdward has let me come to you alone. And I feel perhaps I can talk better to you alone.ā
I said nothing and that embarrassed her.
āI donāt think we ought to part,ā she said.
āNoāI donāt think we ought to part,ā she repeated.
āOne lives,ā she said, āin different ways. I wonder if you will understand what I am saying, Willie. It is hard to say what I feel. But I want it said. If we are to part for ever I want it saidāvery plainly. Always before I have had the womanās instinct and the womanās training which makes one hide. Butāā Edward is not all of me. Think of what I am sayingāEdward is not all of meā¦ . I wish I could tell you better how I see it. I am not all of myself. You, at any rate, are a part of me and I cannot bear to leave you. And I cannot see why I should leave you. There is a sort of blood link between us, Willie. We grew together. We are in one anotherās bones. I understand you. Now indeed I understand. In some way I have come to an understanding at a stride. Indeed I understand you and your dream. I want to help you. EdwardāEdward has no dreamsā¦ . It is dreadful to me, Willie, to think we two are to part.ā
āBut we have settled thatāpart we must.ā
āBut WHY?ā
āI love you.ā
āWell, and why should I hide it Willie?āI love youā¦ .ā Our eyes met. She flushed, she went on resolutely: āYou are stupid. The whole thing is stupid. I love you both.ā
I said, āYou do not understand what you say. No!ā
āYou mean that I must go.ā
āYes, yes. Go!ā
For a moment we looked at one another, mute, as though deep down in the unfathomable darkness below the surface and present reality of things dumb meanings strove to be. She made to speak and desisted.
āBut MUST I go?ā she said at last, with quivering lips, and the tears in her eyes were stars. Then she began, āWillieāāā
āGo!ā I interrupted herā¦ . āYes.ā
Then again we were still.
She stood there, a tearful figure of pity, longing for me, pitying me. Something of that wider love, that will carry our descendants at last out of all the limits, the hard, clear obligations of our personal life, moved us, like the first breath of a coming wind out of heaven that stirs and passes away. I had an impulse to take her hand and kiss it, and then a trembling came to me, and I knew that if I touched her, my strength would all pass from meā¦ .
And so, standing at a distance one from the other, we parted, and Nettie went, reluctant and looking back, with the man she had chosen, to the lot she had chosen, out of my lifeālike the sunlight out of my lifeā¦ .
Then, you know, I suppose I folded up this newspaper and put it in my pocket. But my memory of that meeting ends with the face of Nettie turning to go.
Section 6
I remember all that very distinctly to this day. I could almost vouch for the words I have put into our several mouths. Then comes a blank. I have a dim memory of being back in the house near the Links and the bustle of Melmountās departure, of finding Parkerās energy distasteful, and of going away down the road with a strong desire to say good-bye to Melmount alone.
Perhaps I was already doubting my decision to part for ever from Nettie, for I think I had it in mind to tell him all that had been said and doneā¦ .
I donāt think I had a word with him or anything but a hurried hand clasp. I am not sure. It has gone out of my mind. But I have a very clear and certain memory of my phase of bleak desolation as I watched his car recede and climb and vanish over Mapleborough Hill, and that I got there my first full and definite intimation that, after all, this great Change and my new wide aims in life, were not to mean indiscriminate happiness for me. I had a sense of protest, as against extreme unfairness, as I saw him go. āIt is too soon,ā I said to myself, āto leave me alone.ā
I felt I had sacrificed too much, that after I had said good-bye to the hot immediate life of passion, to Nettie and desire, to physical and personal rivalry, to all that was most intensely myself, it was wrong to leave me alone and sore hearted, to go on at once with these steely cold duties of the wider life. I felt new born, and naked, and at a loss.
āWork!ā I said with an effort at the heroic, and turned about with a sigh, and I was glad that the way I had to go would at least take me to my motherā¦ .
But, curiously enough, I remember myself as being fairly cheerful in the town of Birmingham that night, I recall an active and interested mood. I spent the night in Birmingham because the train service on was disarranged, and I could not get on. I went to listen to a band that was playing its brassy old-world music in the public park, and I fell into conversation with a man who said he had been a reporter upon one of their minor local papers. He was full and keen upon all the plans of reconstruction that were now shaping over the lives of humanity, and I know that something of that noble dream came back to me with
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