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Philippe died in the farm-house of one of our peasants, and the new masters could not refuse him burial in the church where De Ferriers have lain for hundreds of years. He was more fortunate than my father." This interview with Madame de Ferrier in which I cut so poor a figure, singularly influenced me. It made me restless, as if something had entered my blood.
November opened finely, and the weather, except for sharp breezes in the chill of the early morning, left it possible to visit vessel after vessel daily. Ferrier never had an uncivil word. One rough customer whom he asked to board the yacht grinned and answered, "No, sir; I don't hold with Bethel ships.
"Does he think it would do you harm that you ought to give me up?" "Not he! And if anybody can make my mother hear reason, it will be Ferrier." "Lady Lucy believes it would injure you in Parliament?" faltered Diana. "No, I don't believe she does. No sane person could." "Then it's because of the disgrace? Oliver! perhaps you ought to give me up?" She breathed quick.
Clinging to the iron rail, she stumbled down the stairway to the deserted hall, and with swift terror-hastened steps rushed out into the street. Through the fog she plunged, not even sparing a moment to look back and up to the dimly lighted window behind which poor Ferrier stood, as a softer, a truer-natured woman might have done.
Lavery's talk to herself. Presently, as the evening fell, Diana sitting under the limes watching the shadows lengthen on the new-mown grass, wondered whether she had any mind any opinions of her own at all. Her father; Oliver; Mr. Ferrier; Marion Vincent she saw and felt with them all in turn. In the eyes of a Mrs. Fotheringham could anything be more despicable?
At every way-side station, under the evening light, he saw the long lines of placards: "Sudden death of Mr. Ferrier. Effect on the new Ministry." Every paper he bought was full of comments and hasty biographies. There was more than a conventional note of loss in them.
I was ashamed to look at him, or to give any sign of overhearing his weakness, and exulted mightily in my youth, despising the enchantments of a woman. Madame de Ferrier watched the departure from another side of the gallery, and did not witness my poor master's breakdown. She came and talked to him, and took more notice of him than I had ever seen her take before.
I reserve to myself the privilege of declining without saying why I decline." "He must be made to change his mind, monsieur!" Madame de Ferrier exclaimed. "I am not a man that changes his mind every time the clock strikes." I took the padlocked book out of my breast and laid it upon the table. I looked at the priest, not at her.
The name "Johnnie," very rarely heard between them, went back to early days at the Bar, when Ferrier was for a time in the same chambers with the young Irishman who, within three years of being called, was making a large income; whereas Ferrier had very soon convinced himself that the Bar was not for him, nor he for the Bar, and being a man of means had "plumped" for politics.
But there two pieces, 'zwei stücke, as Kant would have said, in every philosophy the final outlook, belief, or attitude to which it brings us, and the reasonings by which that attitude is reached and mediated. A philosophy, as James Ferrier used to tell us, must indeed be true, but that is the least of its requirements.
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