him, and he realized she intervened between him and that
solution.
What was she doing here?
(9)
The great Angel seemed still to be near at hand, limitless
space was all about him, and yet the
bishop perceived that he was
now sitting in the arm-chair in his bedroom in the palace of
Princhester. He was both there and not there. It seemed now as if
he had two
distinct yet
kindred selves, and that the former
watched the latter. The latter was now
awakening to the things
about him; the former marked his gestures and listened with an
entire
detachment to the words he was
saying. These words he was
saying to Lady Ella: "God is coming to rule the world, I tell
you. We must leave the church."
Close to him sat Lady Ella, watching him with an expression in
which
dismay and
resolution mingled. Upon the other side of him,
upon a little
occasional table, was a tray with breakfast things.
He was no longer the watcher now, but the watched.
Lady Ella bent towards him as he spoke. She seemed to struggle
with and
dismiss his
astonishing statement.
"Edward," she said, "you have been
taking a drug." He looked
round at his night table to see the little phial. It had gone.
Then he saw that Lady Ella held it very
firmly in her hand.
"Dunk came to me in great
distress. He said you were insensible
and breathing heavily. I came. I realized. I told him to say
nothing to any one, but to fetch me a tray with your breakfast. I
have kept all the other servants away and I have waited here by
you.... Dunk I think is safe.... You have been muttering and
moving your head from side to side...."
The
bishop's mind was confused. He felt as though God must be
standing just outside the room. "I have failed in my duty," he
said. "But I am very near to God." He laid his hand on her arm.
"You know, Ella, He is very close to us...."
She looked perplexed.
He sat up in his chair.
"For some months now," he said, "there have been new forces at
work in my mind. I have been invaded by strange doubts and still
stranger realizations. This old church of ours is an empty mask.
God is not
speciallyconcerned in it."
"Edward!" she cried, "what are you
saying?"
"I have been hesitating to tell you. But I see now I must tell
you
plainly. Our church is a cast hull. It is like the empty skin
of a snake. God has gone out of it."
She rose to her feet. She was so horrified that she staggered
backward, pushing her chair behind her. "But you are mad," she
said.
He was astonished at her
distress. He stood up also.
"My dear," he said, "I can assure you I am not mad. I should
have prepared you, I know...."
She looked at him wild-eyed. Then she glanced at the phial,
gripped in her hand.
"Oh!" she exclaimed, and going
swiftly to the window emptied
out the
contents of the little bottle. He realized what she was
doing too late to prevent her.
"Don't waste that!" he cried, and stepping forward caught hold
of her wrist. The phial fell from her white fingers, and crashed
upon the rough paved garden path below.
"My dear," he cried, "my dear. You do not understand."
They stood face to face. "It was a tonic," he said. "I have
been ill. I need it."
"It is a drug," she answered. "You have been uttering
blasphemies."
He dropped her arm and walked
half-way across the room. Then he
turned and faced her.
"They are not blasphemies," he said. "But I ought not to have
surprised you and shocked you as I have done. I want to tell you
of changes that have happened to my mind."
"Now!" she exclaimed, and then: "I will not hear them now.
Until you are better. Until these fumes--"
Her manner changed. "Oh, Edward!" she cried, "why have you done
this? Why have you taken things
secretly? I know you have been
sleepless, but I have been so ready to help you. I have been
willing--you know I have been willing--for any help. My life
is all to be of use to you...."