"What an extraordinary statement!" he said."Do you really mean it?""Absolutely," replied the doctor in a tone of quiet conviction."If you eliminate all other considerations, such as money, lands, titles, wishes of friends, attraction of exteriors--that is to say, admiration of mere physical beauty in one another, which is after all just a question of comparative anatomy; if, freed of all this social and habitual environment, you could place the man and the woman in a mental Garden of Eden, and let them face one another, stripped of all shams and conventionalities, soul viewing soul, naked and unashamed; if under those circumstances she is so truly his mate, that all the noblest of the man cries out: 'This is the One Woman!' then I say, so truly is he her mate, that he cannot fail to be the One Man; only he must have the confidence required to prove it to her.On him it bursts, as a revelation; on her it dawns slowly, as the breaking of the day.""Oh, my God," murmured Garth brokenly, "it was just that! The Garden of Eden, soul to soul, with no reservations, nothing to fear, nothing to hide.I realised her my WIFE, and called her so.And the next morning she called ME 'a mere boy,' whom she could not for a moment think of marrying.So what becomes of your fool theory, Brand?""Confirmed," replied the doctor quietly."Eve, afraid of the immensity of her bliss, doubtful of herself, fearful of coming short of the marvel of his ideal of her, fleeing from Adam, to hide among the trees of the garden.Don't talk about fool theories, my boy.The fool-fact was Adam, if he did not start in prompt pursuit."Garth sat forward, his hands clutching the arms of his chair.That quiet, level voice was awakening doubts.as to his view of the situation, the first he had had since the moment of turning and walking down the Shenstone village church three years ago.His face was livid, and as the firelight played upon it the doctor saw beads of perspiration gleam on his forehead.
"Oh, Brand," he said, "I am blind.Be merciful.Things mean so terribly much in the dark."The doctor considered.Could his nurses and students have seen the look on his face at that moment, they would have said that he was performing a most critical and delicate operation, in which a slip of the scalpel might mean death to the patient.They would have been right; for the whole future of two people hung in the balance;depending, in this crisis, upon the doctor's firmness and yet delicacy of touch.This strained white face in the firelight, with its beads of mental agony and its appealing "I am blind," had not entered into the doctor's calculations.It was a view of "the other man" upon which he could not look unmoved.But the thought of that patient figure with bandaged eyes sitting upstairs in suspense, stretching dear helpless hands to him, steadied the doctor's nerve.
He looked into the fire.
"You may be blind, Dalmain, but I do not want you to be a fool,"said the doctor quietly.
"Am I--was I--a fool?" asked Garth.
"How can I judge?" replied the doctor."Give me a clear account of the circumstances from your point of view, and I will give you my opinion of the case."His tone was so completely dispassionate and matter-of-fact, that it had a calming effect on Garth, giving him also a sense of security.
The doctor might have been speaking of a sore throat, or a tendency to sciatica.
Garth leaned back in his chair, slipped his hand into the breast-pocket of his jacket, and touched a letter lying there.Dare he risk it? Could he, for once take for himself the comfort of speaking of his trouble to a man he could completely trust, and yet avoid the danger of betraying her identity to one who knew her so intimately?
Garth weighed this, after the manner of a chess-player looking several moves ahead.Could the conversation become more explicit, sufficiently so to be of use, and yet no clue be given which would reveal Jane as the One Woman?
Had the doctor uttered a word of pressure or suggestion, Garth would have decided for silence.But the doctor did not speak.He leaned forward and reached the poker, mending the fire with extreme care and method.He placed a fragrant pine log upon the springing flame, and as he did so he whistled softly the closing bars of Veni, Creator Spiritus.
Garth, occupied with his own mental struggle, was, for once, oblivious to sounds from without, and did not realise why, at this critical moment, these words should have come with gentle insistence into his mind:
"Keep far our foes; give peace at home;
Where Thou art Guide, no ill can come."
He took them as an omen.They turned the scale.
"Brand," he said, "if, as you are so kind as to suggest, I give myself the extreme relief of confiding in you, will you promise me never to attempt to guess at the identity of the One Woman?"The doctor smiled; and the smile in his voice as he answered, added to Garth's sense of security.
"My dear fellow," he said, "I never guess at other people's secrets.
It is a form of mental recreation which does not appeal to me, and which I should find neither entertaining nor remunerative.If I know them already, I do not require to guess them.If I do not know them, and their possessors wish me to remain in ignorance, I would as soon think of stealing their purse as of filching their secret.""Ah, thanks," said Garth."Personally, I do not mind what you know.
But I owe it to her, that her name should not appear.""Undoubtedly," said the doctor."Except in so far as she herself, chooses to reveal it, the One Woman's identity should always remain a secret.Get on with your tale, old chap.I will not interrupt.""I will state it as simply and as shortly as I can," began Garth.
