Some Do Not . . ._ A Novel - Ford Madox Ford [90]
He said loudly:
'No!...You had been let in for it by some brute. I have always held that a woman who has been let down by one man has the right--has the duty for the sake of her child--to let down a man. It becomes woman against man: against one man. I happened to be that one man: it was the will of God. But you were within your rights. I will never go back on that. Nothing will make me, ever!'
She said:
'And the others! And Perowne...I know you'll say that anyone is justified in doing anything as long as they are open enough about it...But it killed your mother. Do you disapprove of my having killed your mother? Or you consider that I have corrupted the child...'
Tietjens said:
'I don't...I want to speak to you about that.'
She exclaimed:
'You don't...!
He said calmly:
'You know I don't...while I was certain that I was going to be here to keep him straight and an Anglican, I fought your influence over him. I'm obliged to you for having brought up of yourself the considerations that I may be killed and that I am ruined. I am. I could not raise a hundred pounds between now and tomorrow. I am, therefore, obviously not the man to have sole charge of the heir of Groby.'
Sylvia was saying:
'Every penny I have is at your disposal...' when the maid, Hullo Central, marched up to her master and placed a card in his hand. He said:
'Tell him to wait five minutes in the drawing-room.' Sylvia said:
'Who is it?'
Tietjens answered:
'A man...Let's get this settled. I've never thought you corrupted the boy. You tried to teach him to tell white lies. On perfectly straight Papist lines. I have no objection to Papists and no objection to white lies for Papists. You told him once to put a frog in Marchant's bath. I've no objection to a boy putting a frog in his nurse's bath, as such. But Marchant is an old woman, and the heir to Groby should respect old women always and old family servants in particular...It hasn't, perhaps, struck you that the boy is heir to Groby...
Sylvia said:
'If...if your second brother is killed...But your eldest brother...'
'He,' Tietjens said, 'has got a French woman near Euston station. He's lived with her for over fifteen years, of afternoons, when there were no race meetings. She'll never let him marry and she's past the child-bearing stage. So there's no one else...
Sylvia said:
'You mean that I may bring the child up as a Catholic.' Tietjens said:
'A Roman Catholic...You'll teach him, please, to use that term before myself if I ever see him again...
Sylvia said:
'Oh, I thank God that He has softened your heart. This will take the curse off this house.'
Tietjens shook his head:
'I think not,' he said, 'off you perhaps. Off Groby very likely. It was, perhaps, time that there should be a Papist owner of Groby again. You've read Spelden on sacrilege about Groby?...'
She said:
'Yes! The first Tietjens who came over with Dutch William, the swine, was pretty bad to the Papist owners...
'He was a tough Dutchman,' Tietjens said, 'but let us get on! There's enough time, but not too much...I've got this man to see.'
'Who is he?' Sylvia asked.
Tietjens was collecting his thoughts.
'My dear!' he said. 'You'll permit me to call you "my dear"? We're old enemies enough and we're talking about the future of our child.'
Sylvia said:
'You said "our" child, not "the" child...'
Tietjens said with a great deal of concern:
'You will forgive me for bringing it up. You might prefer to think he was Drake's child. He can't be. It would be outside the course of nature...I'm as poor as I am because...forgive me...I've spent a great deal of money on tracing the movements of you and Drake before our marriage. And if it's a relief to you to know...'
'It is,' Sylvia said. 'I...I've always been too beastly shy to put the matter before a specialist, or even before mother...And we women are so ignorant...'
Tietjens said:
'I know...I know you were too shy even to think about it yourself, hard.' He went into months and days; then he continued: 'But it would have made no difference: a child born in wedlock is by law the father's, and if a man who's a gentleman suffers the begetting of his child he must, in decency, take the consequences: the woman and the child must come before the man, be he who he may. And worse-begotten children than ours have inherited statelier names. And I loved the little beggar with all my heart and with all my soul from the first minute I saw him. That may be the secret clue, or it may be sheer sentimentality...So I fought your influence because it was Papist, while I was a whole man. But I'm not a whole man any more, and the evil eye that is on me might transfer itself to him.'