"But how far do you come with me?"
"I'm with you."
"But," he said, "you are still a churchwoman?"
"I don't know," she said. "I don't mind."
He stared at her.
"But I thought always that was what hurt you most, my breach
with the church."
"Things are so different now," she said.
Her heart dissolved within her into tender possessiveness.
There came flooding into her mind the old phrases of an ancient
story: "Whither thou goest I will go... thy people shall be my
people and thy God my God.... The Lord do so to me and more also
if aught but death part thee and me."
Just those words would Lady Ella have said to her husband now,
but she was
capable of no such rhetoric.
"Whither thou goest," she whispered almost inaudibly, and she
could get no further. "My dear," she said.
(18)
At two o'clock the next morning Scrope was still up. He was
sitting over the snoring gas fire in his study. He did not want
to go to bed. His mind was too excited, he knew, for any hope of
sleep. In the last twelve hours, since he had gone out across the
park to his momentous talk with Lady Sunderbund, it seemed to him
that his life had passed through its
cardinalcrisis and come to
its crown and decision. The
spiritualvoyage that had begun five
years ago
amidst a stormy
succession of
theological nightmares
had reached harbour at last. He was established now in the sure
conviction of God's
reality, and of his
advent to unify the lives
of men and to save mankind. Some
unobserved process in his mind
had perfected that
conviction, behind the cloudy veil of his
vacillations and moods. Surely that work was finished now, and
the day's experience had drawn the veil and discovered God
established for ever.
He contrasted this simple and overruling knowledge of God as
the
supreme fact in a practical world with that vague and
ineffective subject for
sentiment who had been the "God" of his
Anglican days. Some theologian once spoke of God as "the friend
behind phenomena"; that Anglican deity had been rather a vague
flummery behind court and society,
wealth, "respectability," and
the comfortable life. And even while he had lived in lipservice
to that complaisant
compromise, this true God had been here, this
God he now certainly professed,
waiting for his allegiance,
waiting to take up the kingship of this distraught and
bloodstained earth. The
finding of God is but the stripping of
bandages from the eyes. Seek and ye shall find....
He whispered four words very
softly: "The Kingdom of God!"
He was quite sure he had that now, quite sure.
The Kingdom of God!
That now was the form into which all his life must fall. He
recalled his
vision of the silver
sphere and of ten thousand
diverse minds about the world all making their ways to the same
one
conclusion. Here at last was a king and
emperor for mankind
for whom one need have neither
contempt nor
resentment; here was
an aim for which man might forge the steel and wield the scalpel,
write and paint and till and teach. Upon this
conception he must
model all his life. Upon this basis he must found friendships and
co-operations. All the great religions, Christianity, Islam, in
the days of their power and
honesty, had proclaimed the
advent of
this kingdom of God. It had been their common
inspiration. A
religion surrenders when it abandons the promise of its
Millennium. He had recovered that ancient and
immortal hope. All
men must
achieve it, and with their
achievement the rule of God
begins. He muttered his faith. It made it more
definite to put it
into words and utter it. "It comes. It surely comes. To-morrow I
begin. I will do no work that goes not Godward. Always now it
shall be the truth as near as I can put it. Always now it shall
be the service of the commonweal as well as I can do it. I will
live for the
ending of all false kingship and priestcraft, for
the
eternal growth of the spirit of man...."
He was, he knew clearly, only one common soldier in a great
army that was
finding its way to enlistment round and about the
earth. He was not alone. While the kings of this world fought for
dominion these others gathered and found themselves and one
another, these others of the faith that grows plain, these men
who have
resolved to end the bloodstained chronicles of the
Dynasts and the miseries of a world that trades in life, for