Clara Hopgood - Page 82/105

Perhaps his love for Clara might be genuine; perhaps it was not. He

had hoped that as he grew older he might be able really to SEE a

woman, but he was once more like one of the possessed. It was not

Clara Hopgood who was before him, it was hair, lips, eyes, just as it

was twenty years ago, just as it was with the commonest shop-boy he

met, who had escaped from the counter, and was waiting at an area

gate. It was terrible to him to find that he had so nearly lost his

self-control, but upon this point he was unjust to himself, for we

are often more distinctly aware of the strength of the temptation

than of the authority within us, which falteringly, but decisively,

enables us at last to resist it.

Then he fell to meditating how little his studies had done for him.

What was the use of them? They had not made him any stronger, and he

was no better able than other people to resist temptation. After

twenty years continuous labour he found himself capable of the

vulgarest, coarsest faults and failings from which the remotest skiey

influence in his begetting might have saved him.

Clara was not as Baruch. No such storm as that which had darkened

and disheartened him could pass over her, but she could love, perhaps

better than he, and she began to love him. It was very natural to a

woman such as Clara, for she had met a man who had said to her that

what she believed was really of some worth. Her father and mother

had been very dear to her; her sister was very dear to her, but she

had never received any such recognition as that which had now been

offered to her: her own self had never been returned to her with

such honour. She thought, too--why should she not think it?--of the

future, of the release from her dreary occupation, of a happy home

with independence, and she thought of the children that might be.

She lay down without any misgiving. She was sure he was in love with

her; she did not know much of him, certainly, in the usual meaning of

the word, but she knew enough. She would like to find out more of

his history; perhaps without exciting suspicion she might obtain it

from Mrs Caffyn.