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means of discovering and exposing the treason of the other。 A girl
was betrayed into a false marriage； and her life ruined by a man
who came into the house as her brother's friend； and whose infamous
designs were forwarded and finally accomplished by that same
brother's active though unsuspecting assistance。 Generation after
generation； men or women； guilty or innocent； through the action of
their own will or in spite of it； the curse has never yet failed of
its victims。〃
〃Never yet？ But surely in our own timeyour father？〃 I did not
dare to put the question which was burning my lips。
〃Have you never heard of the tragic end of my poor young uncles？〃
he replied。 〃They were several years older than my father。 When
boys of fourteen and fifteen they were sent out with the keeper for
their first shooting lesson； and the elder shot his brother through
the heart。 He himself was delicate； and they say that he never
entirely recovered from the shock。 He died before he was twenty；
and my father； then a child of seven years old； became the heir。
It was partly； no doubt； owing to this calamity having thus
occurred before he was old enough to feel it； that his comparative
skepticism on the whole subject was due。 To that I suppose； and to
the fact that he grew up in an age of railways and liberal
culture。〃
〃He didn't believe； then； in the curse？〃
〃Well； rather； he thought nothing about it。 Until； that is； the
time came when it took effect； to break his heart and end his
life。〃
〃How do you mean？〃
There was silence for a little。 Alan had turned away his head； so
that I could not see his face。 Then
〃I suppose you have never been told the true story of why Jack left
the country？〃
〃No。 Was heis he？〃
〃He is one victim of the curse in this generation； and I； God help
me； am the other； and perhaps more wretched one。〃
His voice trembled and broke； and for the first time that day I
almost forgot the mysterious horror of the night before； in my pity
for the actual； tangible suffering before me。 I stretched out my
hand to his； and his fingers closed on mine with a sudden； painful
grip。 Then quietly
〃I will tell you the story；〃 he said； 〃though since that miserable
time I have spoken of it to no one。〃
There was a pause before he began。 He lay there by my side； his
gaze turned across me up the sunbright； autumn…tinted glen； but his
eyes shadowed by the memories which he was striving to recall and
arrange in due order in his mind。 And when he did speak it was not
directly to begin the promised recital。
〃You never knew Jack；〃 he said； abruptly。
〃Hardly；〃 I acquiesced。 〃I remember thinking him very handsome。〃
〃There could not be two opinions as to that；〃 he answered。 〃And a
man who could have done anything he liked with life； had things
gone differently。 His abilities were fine； but his strength lay
above all in his character： he was strong；strong in his likes and
in his dislikes； resolute； fearless； incapable of half measuresa
man； every inch of him。 He was not generally popularstiff； hard；
unsympathetic； people called him。 From one point of view； and one
only； he perhaps deserved the epithets。 If a woman lost his
respect she seemed to lose his pity too。 Like a mediaeval monk； he
looked upon such rather as the cause than the result of male
depravity； and his contempt for them mingled with anger； almost； as
I sometimes thought； with hatred。 And this attitude was； I have no
doubt； resented by the men of his own class and set； who shared
neither his faults nor his virtues。 But in other ways he was not
hard。 He could love； I； at least； have cause to know it。 If you
would hear his story rightly from my lips； Evie； you must try and
see him with my eyes。 The friend who loved me； and whom I loved
with the passion which； if not the strongest； is certainly； I
believe； the most enduring of which men are capable；that perfect
brother's love； which so grows into our being that when it is at
peace we are scarcely conscious of its existence； and when it is
wounded our very life…blood seems to flow at the stroke。 Brothers
do not always love like that： I can only wish that we had not done
so。
VII
〃Well； about five years ago； before I had taken my degree； I became
acquainted with a woman whom I will call 'Delia；'it is near
enough to the name by which she went。 She was a few years older
than myself； very beautiful； and I believed her to be what she
described herselfthe innocent victim of circumstance and false
appearance； a helpless prey to the vile calumnies of worldlings。
In sober fact； I am afraid that； whatever her life may have been
actually at the time that I knew hera subject which I have never
cared to investigateher past had been not only bad enough
irretrievably to fix her position in society； but bad enough to
leave her without an ideal in the world； though still retaining
within her heart the possibilities of a passion which； from the
moment that it came to life； was strong enough to turn her whole
existence into one desperate reckless straining after an object
hopelessly beyond her reach。 That was the woman with whom； at the
age of twenty； I fancied myself in love。 She wanted to get a
husband； and she thought merightlyass enough to accept the
post。 I was very young then even for my years；a student； an
idealist； with an imagination highly developed； and no knowledge
whatever of the world as it actually is。 Anyhow； before I had
known her a month； I had determined to make her my wife。 My
parents were abroad at the time； George and Lucy here； so that it
was to Jack that I imparted the news of my resolve。 As you may
imagine； he did all that he could to shake it。 But I was
immovable。 I disbelieved his facts； and despised his contempt from
the standpoint of my own superior morality。 This state of things
continued for several weeks； during the greater part of which time
I was at Oxford。 I only knew that while I was there； Jack had made
Delia's acquaintance； and was apparently cultivating it
assiduously。
〃One day； during the Easter vacation； I got a note from her asking
me to supper at her house。 Jack was invited too： we lodged
together while my people were away。
〃There is no need to dwell upon that supper。 There were two or
three women there of her own sort； or worse； and a dozen men from
among the most profligate in London。 The conversation was； I
should think； bad even for that class； and she； the goddess of my
idolatry； outstripped them all by the foul； coarse shamelessness of
her language and behavior。 Before the entertainment was half over；
I rose and took my leave； accompanied by Jack and another man；
Legard was his name；who I presume was bored。 Just as we had
passed through into the anteroom； which lay beyond the one in which
we had been eating； Delia followed us； and laying her hand on
Jack's arm； said that she must speak with him。 Legard and I went
into the outer hall； and we had not been there more than a minute
when the door from the anteroom opened； and we heard Delia's voice。
I remember the words well；that was not the only occasion on which
I was to hear the