No More Learning

Torpenhow
withdrew his hand, and, stooping over Dick, kissed him lightly on the
forehead, as men do sometimes kiss a wounded comrade in the hour of
death, to ease his departure.

In the gray dawn Torpenhow heard Dick talking to himself. He was adrift
on the shoreless tides of delirium, speaking very quickly--"It's a
pity,--a great pity; but it's helped, and it must be eaten, Master
George. Sufficient unto the day is the blindness thereof, and, further,
putting aside all Melancolias and false humours, it is of obvious
notoriety--such as mine was--that the queen can do no wrong. Torp
doesn't know that. I'll tell him when we're a little farther into the
desert.

"What a bungle those boatmen are making of the steamer-ropes! They'll
have that four-inch hawser chafed through in a minute. I told you
so--there she goes! White foam on green water, and the steamer slewing
round. How good that looks! I'll sketch it. No, I can't. I'm afflicted
with ophthalmia. That was one of the ten plagues of Egypt, and it
extends up the Nile in the shape of cataract. Ha! that's a joke, Torp.
Laugh, you graven image, and stand clear of the hawser. . . . It'll
knock you into the water and make your dress all dirty, Maisie dear. "

"Oh! " said Torpenhow. "This happened before. That night on the river. "

"She'll be sure to say it's my fault if you get muddy, and you're quite
near enough to the breakwater. Maisie, that's not fair. Ah! I knew you'd
miss. Low and to the left, dear. But you've no conviction. Don't be angry,
darling. I'd cut my hand off if it would give you anything more than
obstinacy. My right hand, if it would serve. "

"Now we mustn't listen. Here's an island shouting across seas of
misunderstanding with a vengeance. But it's shouting truth, I fancy,"
said Torpenhow.

The babble continued. It all bore upon Maisie. Sometimes Dick lectured
at length on his craft, then he cursed himself for his folly in being
enslaved. He pleaded to Maisie for a kiss--only one kiss--before she
went away, and called to her to come back from Vitry-sur-Marne, if she
would; but through all his ravings he bade heaven and earth witness that
the queen could do no wrong.

Torpenhow listened attentively, and learned every detail of Dick's life
that had been hidden from him. For three days Dick raved through the
past, and then a natural sleep. "What a strain he has been running
under, poor chap! " said Torpenhow. "Dick, of all men, handing himself
over like a dog! And I was lecturing him on arrogance! I ought to have
known that it was no use to judge a man. But I did it. What a demon that
girl must be! Dick's given her his life,--confound him! --and she's given
him one kiss apparently. "

"Torp," said Dick, from the bed, "go out for a walk. You've been here
too long. I'll get up. Hi! This is annoying. I can't dress myself. Oh,
it's too absurd! "

Torpenhow helped him into his clothes and led him to the big chair
in the studio. He sat quietly waiting under strained nerves for
the darkness to lift. It did not lift that day, nor the next. Dick
adventured on a voyage round the walls. He hit his shins against the
stove, and this suggested to him that it would be better to crawl on all
fours, one hand in front of him. Torpenhow found him on the floor.

"I'm trying to get the geography of my new possessions," said he. "D'you
remember that nigger you gouged in the square? Pity you didn't keep the
odd eye. It would have been useful. Any letters for me? Give me all the
ones in fat gray envelopes with a sort of crown thing outside. They're
of no importance. "

Torpenhow gave him a letter with a black M. on the envelope flap. Dick
put it into his pocket. There was nothing in it that Torpenhow might
not have read, but it belonged to himself and to Maisie, who would never
belong to him.

"When she finds that I don't write, she'll stop writing. It's better
so. I couldn't be any use to her now," Dick argued, and the tempter
suggested that he should make known his condition. Every nerve in him
revolted. "I have fallen low enough already. I'm not going to beg for
pity. Besides, it would be cruel to her. " He strove to put Maisie out of
his thoughts; but the blind have many opportunities for thinking, and as
the tides of his strength came back to him in the long employless days
of dead darkness, Dick's soul was troubled to the core. Another letter,
and another, came from Maisie. Then there was silence, and Dick sat by
the window, the pulse of summer in the air, and pictured her being won
by another man, stronger than himself. His imagination, the keener for
the dark background it worked against, spared him no single detail that
might send him raging up and down the studio, to stumble over the stove
that seemed to be in four places at once. Worst of all, tobacco would
not taste in the darkness. The arrogance of the man had disappeared, and
in its place were settled despair that Torpenhow knew, and blind passion
that Dick confided to his pillow at night. The intervals between
the paroxysms were filled with intolerable waiting and the weight of
intolerable darkness.

"Come out into the Park," said Torpenhow. "You haven't stirred out since
the beginning of things. "

"What's the use? There's no movement in the dark; and, besides,"--he
paused irresolutely at the head of the stairs,--"something will run over
me. "

"Not if I'm with you. Proceed gingerly. "

The roar of the streets filled Dick with nervous terror, and he clung to
Torpenhow's arm. "Fancy having to feel for a gutter with your foot! " he
said petulantly, as he turned into the Park. "Let's curse God and die. "

"Sentries are forbidden to pay unauthorised compliments. By Jove, there
are the Guards! "

Dick's figure straightened. "Let's get near 'em. Let's go in and look.
Let's get on the grass and run. I can smell the trees. "

"Mind the low railing. That's all right! " Torpenhow kicked out a tuft
of grass with his heel. "Smell that," he said. "Isn't it good? " Dick
sniffed luxuriously. "Now pick up your feet and run. " They approached
as near to the regiment as was possible. The clank of bayonets being
unfixed made Dick's nostrils quiver.

"Let's get nearer. They're in column, aren't they? "

"Yes. How did you know? "

"Felt it. Oh, my men! --my beautiful men! " He edged forward as though he
could see. "I could draw those chaps once. Who'll draw 'em now? "

"They'll move off in a minute. Don't jump when the band begins. "

"Huh! I'm not a new charger. It's the silences that hurt. Nearer,
Torp! --nearer! Oh, my God, what wouldn't I give to see 'em for a
minute! --one half-minute! "

He could hear the armed life almost within reach of him, could hear the
slings tighten across the bandsman's chest as he heaved the big drum
from the ground.

"Sticks crossed above his head," whispered Torpenhow.

"I know. I know! Who should know if I don't? H'sh! "

The drum-sticks fell with a boom, and the men swung forward to the crash
of the band. Dick felt the wind of the massed movement in his face,
heard the maddening tramp of feet and the friction of the pouches on the
belts. The big drum pounded out the tune. It was a music-hall refrain
that made a perfect quickstep--

"He must be a man of decent height,
He must be a man of weight,
He must come home on a Saturday night
In a thoroughly sober state;
He must know how to love me,
And he must know how to kiss;
And if he's enough to keep us both
I can't refuse him bliss. "

"What's the matter? " said Torpenhow, as he saw Dick's head fall when the
last of the regiment had departed.

"Nothing. I feel a little bit out of the running,--that's all. Torp,
take me back. Why did you bring me out? "



CHAPTER XII

There were three friends that buried the fourth,
The mould in his mouth and the dust in his eyes
And they went south and east, and north,--
The strong man fights, but the sick man dies.

There were three friends that spoke of the dead,--
The strong man fights, but the sick man dies. --
"And would he were with us now," they said,
"The sun in our face and the wind in our eyes. "
--Ballad.

The Nilghai was angry with Torpenhow. Dick had been sent to bed,--blind
men are ever under the orders of those who can see,--and since he had
returned from the Park had fluently sworn at Torpenhow because he was
alive, and all the world because it was alive and could see, while he,
Dick, was dead in the death of the blind, who, at the best, are only
burdens upon their associates. Torpenhow had said something about a Mrs.
Gummidge, and Dick had retired in a black fury to handle and re-handle
three unopened letters from Maisie.

The Nilghai, fat, burly, and aggressive, was in Torpenhow's rooms.

Behind him sat the Keneu, the Great War Eagle, and between them lay a
large map embellished with black-and-white-headed pins.

"I was wrong about the Balkans," said the Nilghai. "But I'm not wrong
about this business. The whole of our work in the Southern Soudan
must be done over again. The public doesn't care, of course, but the
government does, and they are making their arrangements quietly. You
know that as well as I do. "

"I remember how the people cursed us when our troops withdrew from
Omdurman. It was bound to crop up sooner or later. But I can't go," said
Torpenhow. He pointed through the open door; it was a hot night. "Can
you blame me? "

The Keneu purred above his pipe like a large and very happy cat--"Don't
blame you in the least. It's uncommonly good of you, and all the rest
of it, but every man--even you, Torp--must consider his work. I know it
sounds brutal, but Dick's out of the race,--down,--gastados expended,
finished, done for. He has a little money of his own. He won't starve,
and you can't pull out of your slide for his sake. Think of your own
reputation. "

"Dick's was five times bigger than mine and yours put together. "

"That was because he signed his name to everything he did. It's all
ended now. You must hold yourself in readiness to move out. You can
command your own prices, and you do better work than any three of us. "

"Don't tell me how tempting it is. I'll stay here to look after Dick
for a while. He's as cheerful as a bear with a sore head, but I think he
likes to have me near him. "

The Nilghai said something uncomplimentary about soft-headed fools who
throw away their careers for other fools. Torpenhow flushed angrily. The
constant strain of attendance on Dick had worn his nerves thin.

"There remains a third fate," said the Keneu, thoughtfully. "Consider
this, and be not larger fools than necessary. Dick is--or rather
was--an able-bodied man of moderate attractions and a certain amount of
audacity. "

"Oho! " said the Nilghai, who remembered an affair at Cairo. "I begin to
see,--Torp, I'm sorry. "

Torpenhow nodded forgiveness: "You were more sorry when he cut you out,
though. --Go on, Keneu. "

"I've often thought, when I've seen men die out in the desert, that if
the news could be sent through the world, and the means of transport
were quick enough, there would be one woman at least at each man's
bedside. "

"There would be some mighty quaint revelations. Let us be grateful
things are as they are," said the Nilghai.
"Let us rather reverently consider whether Torp's three-cornered
ministrations are exactly what Dick needs just now. --What do you think
yourself, Torp? "

"I know they aren't. But what can I do? "

"Lay the matter before the board. We are all Dick's friends here. You've
been most in his life. "

"But I picked it up when he was off his head. "

"The greater chance of its being true. I thought we should arrive. Who
is she? "

Then Torpenhow told a tale in plain words, as a special correspondent
who knows how to make a verbal precis should tell it. The men listened
without interruption.

"Is it possible that a man can come back across the years to his
calf-love? "

said the Keneu. "Is it possible? "

"I give the facts. He says nothing about it now, but he sits fumbling
three letters from her when he thinks I'm not looking. What am I to do? "

"Speak to him," said the Nilghai.

"Oh yes! Write to her,--I don't know her full name, remember,--and ask
her to accept him out of pity. I believe you once told Dick you were
sorry for him, Nilghai. You remember what happened, eh? Go into the
bedroom and suggest full confession and an appeal to this Maisie
girl, whoever she is. I honestly believe he'd try to kill you; and the
blindness has made him rather muscular. "

"Torpenhow's course is perfectly clear," said the Keneu. "He will go to
Vitry-sur-Marne, which is on the Bezieres-Landes Railway,--single track
from Tourgas. The Prussians shelled it out in '70 because there was
a poplar on the top of a hill eighteen hundred yards from the church
spire. There's a squadron of cavalry quartered there,--or ought to be.
Where this studio Torp spoke about may be I cannot tell. That is Torp's
business. I have given him his route. He will dispassionately explain
the situation to the girl, and she will come back to Dick,--the more
especially because, to use Dick's words, 'there is nothing but her
damned obstinacy to keep them apart. '"

"And they have four hundred and twenty pounds a year between 'em. "

Dick never lost his head for figures, even in his delirium. "You haven't
the shadow of an excuse for not going," said the Nilghai.

Torpenhow looked very uncomfortable. "But it's absurd and impossible. I
can't drag her back by the hair. "

"Our business--the business for which we draw our money--is to do absurd
and impossible things,--generally with no reason whatever except to
amuse the public. Here we have a reason. The rest doesn't matter. I
shall share these rooms with the Nilghai till Torpenhow returns. There
will be a batch of unbridled 'specials' coming to town in a little
while, and these will serve as their headquarters. Another reason for
sending Torpenhow away. Thus Providence helps those who help others,
and"--here the Keneu dropped his measured speech--"we can't have you
tied by the leg to Dick when the trouble begins. It's your only chance
of getting away; and Dick will be grateful. "

"He will,--worse luck! I can but go and try. I can't conceive a woman in
her senses refusing Dick. "

"Talk that out with the girl. I have seen you wheedle an angry Mahdieh
woman into giving you dates. This won't be a tithe as difficult. You had
better not be here tomorrow afternoon, because the Nilghai and I will be
in possession. It is an order. Obey. "

"Dick," said Torpenhow, next morning, "can I do anything for you? "

"No! Leave me alone. How often must I remind you that I'm blind? "

"Nothing I could go for to fetch for to carry for to bring? "

"No. Take those infernal creaking boots of yours away. "

"Poor chap! " said Torpenhow to himself. "I must have been sitting on his
nerves lately. He wants a lighter step. " Then, aloud, "Very well. Since
you're so independent, I'm going off for four or five days. Say goodbye
at least. The housekeeper will look after you, and Keneu has my rooms. "

Dick's face fell. "You won't be longer than a week at the outside? I
know I'm touched in the temper, but I can't get on without you. "

"Can't you? You'll have to do without me in a little time, and you'll be
glad I'm gone. "

Dick felt his way back to the big chair, and wondered what these things
might mean. He did not wish to be tended by the housekeeper, and yet
Torpenhow's constant tenderness jarred on him. He did not exactly know
what he wanted. The darkness would not lift, and Maisie's unopened
letters felt worn and old from much handling. He could never read them
for himself as long as life endured; but Maisie might have sent him some
fresh ones to play with. The Nilghai entered with a gift,--a piece of
red modelling-wax. He fancied that Dick might find interest in using his
hands. Dick poked and patted the stuff for a few minutes, and, "Is it
like anything in the world? " he said drearily. "Take it away. I may get
the touch of the blind in fifty years. Do you know where Torpenhow has
gone? "

The Nilghai knew nothing. "We're staying in his rooms till he comes
back. Can we do anything for you? "

"I'd like to be left alone, please. Don't think I'm ungrateful; but I'm
best alone. "

The Nilghai chuckled, and Dick resumed his drowsy brooding and sullen
rebellion against fate. He had long since ceased to think about the work
he had done in the old days, and the desire to do more work had departed
from him. He was exceedingly sorry for himself, and the completeness
of his tender grief soothed him. But his soul and his body cried for
Maisie--Maisie who would understand. His mind pointed out that Maisie,
having her own work to do, would not care. His experience had taught him
that when money was exhausted women went away, and that when a man was
knocked out of the race the others trampled on him. "Then at the least,"
said Dick, in reply, "she could use me as I used Binat,--for some sort
of a study. I wouldn't ask more than to be near her again, even though I
knew that another man was making love to her. Ugh! what a dog I am! "

A voice on the staircase began to sing joyfully--

"When we go--go--go away from here, Our creditors will weep and they
will wail, Our absence much regretting when they find that we've been
getting Out of England by next Tuesday's Indian mail. "

Following the trampling of feet, slamming of Torpenhow's door, and the
sound of voices in strenuous debate, some one squeaked, "And see, you
good fellows, I have found a new water-bottle--firs'-class patent--eh,
how you say? Open himself inside out. "

Dick sprang to his feet. He knew the voice well. "That's Cassavetti,
come back from the Continent. Now I know why Torp went away. There's a
row somewhere, and--I'm out of it! "

The Nilghai commanded silence in vain. "That's for my sake," Dick said
bitterly. "The birds are getting ready to fly, and they wouldn't
tell me. I can hear Morten-Sutherland and Mackaye. Half the War
Correspondents in London are there;--and I'm out of it. "

He stumbled across the landing and plunged into Torpenhow's room. He
could feel that it was full of men. "Where's the trouble? " said he. "In
the Balkans at last? Why didn't some one tell me? "

"We thought you wouldn't be interested," said the Nilghai, shamefacedly.

"It's in the Soudan, as usual. "

"You lucky dogs! Let me sit here while you talk. I shan't be a skeleton
at the feast. --Cassavetti, where are you? Your English is as bad as
ever. "

Dick was led into a chair. He heard the rustle of the maps, and the talk
swept forward, carrying him with it. Everybody spoke at once, discussing
press censorships, railway-routes, transport, water-supply, the
capacities of generals,--these in language that would have horrified a
trusting public,--ranting, asserting, denouncing, and laughing at the
top of their voices. There was the glorious certainty of war in the
Soudan at any moment. The Nilghai said so, and it was well to be in
readiness. The Keneu had telegraphed to Cairo for horses; Cassavetti
had stolen a perfectly inaccurate list of troops that would be ordered
forward, and was reading it out amid profane interruptions, and the
Keneu introduced to Dick some man unknown who would be employed as war
artist by the Central Southern Syndicate. "It's his first outing," said
the Keneu. "Give him some tips--about riding camels. "

"Oh, those camels! " groaned Cassavetti. "I shall learn to ride him
again, and now I am so much all soft! Listen, you good fellows. I know
your military arrangement very well. There will go the Royal Argalshire
Sutherlanders. So it was read to me upon best authority. "

A roar of laughter interrupted him.

"Sit down," said the Nilghai. "The lists aren't even made out in the War
Office. "

"Will there be any force at Suakin? " said a voice.

Then the outcries redoubled, and grew mixed, thus: "How many Egyptian
troops will they use? --God help the Fellaheen! --There's a railway
in Plumstead marshes doing duty as a fives-court. --We shall have the
Suakin-Berber line built at last. --Canadian voyageurs are too careful.
Give me a half-drunk Krooman in a whale-boat. --Who commands the Desert
column? --No, they never blew up the big rock in the Ghineh bend. We
shall have to be hauled up, as usual. --Somebody tell me if there's an
Indian contingent, or I'll break everybody's head. --Don't tear the
map in two. --It's a war of occupation, I tell you, to connect with the
African companies in the South. --There's Guinea-worm in most of the
wells on that route. " Then the Nilghai, despairing of peace, bellowed
like a fog-horn and beat upon the table with both hands.

"But what becomes of Torpenhow? " said Dick, in the silence that
followed.

"Torp's in abeyance just now. He's off love-making somewhere, I
suppose," said the Nilghai.

"He said he was going to stay at home," said the Keneu.

"Is he? " said Dick, with an oath. "He won't. I'm not much good now, but
if you and the Nilghai hold him down I'll engage to trample on him till
he sees reason. He'll stay behind, indeed! He's the best of you all.
There'll be some tough work by Omdurman. We shall come there to stay,
this time.

"But I forgot. I wish I were going with you. "

"So do we all, Dickie," said the Keneu.

"And I most of all," said the new artist of the Central Southern
Syndicate.

"Could you tell me----"

"I'll give you one piece of advice," Dick answered, moving towards
the door. "If you happen to be cut over the head in a scrimmage, don't
guard. Tell the man to go on cutting. You'll find it cheapest in the
end. Thanks for letting me look in. "

"There's grit in Dick," said the Nilghai, an hour later, when the room
was emptied of all save the Keneu.

"It was the sacred call of the war-trumpet. Did you notice how he
answered to it? Poor fellow! Let's look at him," said the Keneu.

The excitement of the talk had died away. Dick was sitting by the studio
table, with his head on his arms, when the men came in. He did not
change his position.

"It hurts," he moaned. "God forgive me, but it hurts cruelly; and yet,
y'know, the world has a knack of spinning round all by itself. Shall I
see Torp before he goes? "

"Oh, yes. You'll see him," said the Nilghai.



CHAPTER XIII

The sun went down an hour ago,
I wonder if I face towards home;
If I lost my way in the light of day
How shall I find it now night is come?
--Old Song

"Maisie, come to bed.