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Mardon and his daughter came frequently to hear me, and this, I believe, finally roused suspicion more than any doctrine expounded from the pulpit. One Saturday morning there appeared the following letter in the Sentinel: "Sin, Last Sunday evening I happened to stray into a chapel not a hundred miles from Water Lane. Sir, it was a lovely evening, and
He wants to see Mr. Heath. There's the elevator!" At this moment the lift appeared, sinking from the upper regions under the guidance of a smiling colored man. "I'll come up with you, Claudie. Are you going on the stage, Monsieur Gillier?" "No, madame, not yet. I must speak to Mademoiselle Mardon about the Ouled Naïl scene." People were hurrying in, looking preoccupied.
From England there were nine surviving: Carey, Marshman, Ward, Chamberlain, Mardon, Moore, Chater, Rowe, and Robinson. Raised up in India itself there were seven the two sons of Carey, Felix and William; Fernandez, his first convert at Dinapoor; Peacock and Cornish, and two Armenians, Aratoon and Peters; two were on probation for the ministry, Leonard and Forder.
He knew already that I had resigned, for the news was all over the town. I said I was in great perplexity. "The perplexities of most persons arise," said Mardon, "as yours probably arise, from not understanding exactly what you want to do.
We then found that what we thought were the fronts of the houses were the backs, and that the fronts faced the bay. They had pretty gardens on the other side, and a glorious sunny prospect over the ocean." Mardon laughed and said "Ah, Mary, there is no sea front here, and no garden." I took up my hat and said I must go. Both pressed me to stop, but I declined.
All I say is, that men have been happy without it, even under the pressure of disaster, and that to make immortality a sole spring of action here is an exaggeration of the folly which deludes us all through life with endless expectation, and leaves us at death without the thorough enjoyment of a single hour. So I shrank from Mardon, but none the less did the process of excavation go on.
And after long, long, monotonous, strenuous years of possession the day had come, the emotional moment had come, when she had yielded up the keys of ownership to Mr. Mardon and a man from the Hotel Moscow, and had paid her servants for the last time and signed the last receipted bill.
And presently, when the old men had departed, they were frankly telling each other stories in the dimness of the retreat. Then, when the supply of stories came to an end, Mr. Mardon smacked his lips over the last drop of whiskey and ejaculated: "Yes!" as if giving a general confirmation to all that had been said. "Do have one with me," said Matthew, politely. It was the least he could do.
It drew her, drew her, and she drew back against it. The Pension was now tedious to her. It bored her even to pretend to be the supervising head of the Pension. Throughout the house discipline had loosened. She wondered when Mr. Mardon would renew his overtures for the transformation of her enterprise into a limited company.
Wherein would men be helped, and wherein should I be helped? There were only two persons in the town who had ever been of any service to me. One was Miss Arbour, and the other was Mardon. But I shrank from Miss Arbour, because I knew that my troubles had never been hers.
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