He must not pay so
heavy a price for an indiscretion for which she was ten times more
to blame than he. What did she imagine people would say? He who was
so popular, so sought after. They would fall upon her like rooks at
a rooks' parliament and pick her to pieces. They would, without
exception, believe the worst.
The husband asked her if she were quite sure that
she was enceinte: she ought to make quite certain.
Angelika Nazel reddened, and answered, half
scornful, half laughing, that she ought to know.
"Yes," he retorted, "many people have said that -
who were mistaken. If it is understood that you are to be married
on account of your condition, and it should afterwards turn out
that you were mistaken, what do you suppose that people will say?
for of course it will get about."
She reddened again and sprang to her feet. "They can
say what they please." After a pause she added: "But God knows I do
not wish to make him unhappy."
To conceal her emotion she turned away from them,
but the wife would not give up. She suggested that Angelika should
write to Rafael without further delay, to set him free and let him
return home to his mother; there they would be able to arrange
matters. Angelika was so capable that she could earn a living
anywhere. Rafael too ought to help her.
"I shall write to his mother," Angelika said. "She
shall know all about it, so that she may understand for what he is
responsible."
This they thought reasonable, and Angelika sat down
and wrote. She frequently showed agitation, but she went on
quickly, steadily, sheet after sheet. Just then came a ring - a
messenger with a letter. The maid brought it in. Her mistress was
about to take it, but it was not for her; it was for Angelika -
they both recognised Rafael's careless handwriting.
Angelika opened it - grew crimson; for he wrote that
the result of his most serious considerations was, that neither she
nor her children should be injured by him. He was an honourable man
who would bear his own responsibilities, not let others be burdened
by them.
Angelika handed the letter to her friend, then tore
up the one which she had been writing, and left the house.
Her friend stood thinking to herself - The good that
is in us must go bail for the evil, so we must rest and be
satisfied.
The discovery which she had made had often been made
before, but it was none the less true.


CHAPTER 5
The next day they
were married. That night, long after his wife had fallen into her
usual healthy sleep, Rafael thought sorrowfully of his lost
Paradise. HE could not sleep. As he lay there he seemed to look out
over a meadow, which had no springtime, and therefore no flowers.
He retraced the events of the past day. His would be a marred life
which had never known the sweet joys of courtship.
Angelika did not share his beliefs. She was a stern
realist, a sneering sceptic, in the most literal sense a cynic.
Her even breathing, her regular features, seemed to
answer him. "Hey-dey, my boy, we shall be merry for a thousand
years! Better sleep now, you will need sleep if you mean to try
which of us is the stronger."
The next day their marriage was the marvel of the
town and neighbourhood.
"Just like his mother!" people exclaimed; "what
promise there was in her! She might have chosen so as to have been
now in one of the best positions in the country - when, lo and
behold! she went and made the most idiotic marriage. The most
idiotic? No, the son's is more idiotic still." And so on and so
forth.
Most people seem naturally impelled to exalt the
hero of the hour higher than they themselves intend, and when a
reaction comes, to decry him in an equal degree. Few people see
with their own eyes, and on special occasions even magnifying or
diminishing glasses are called into play with most amusing
results.
"Rafael Kaas a handsome fellow? - well, yes, but too
big, too fair, no repose, altogether too restless. Rich? He? He has
not a stiver! The savings eaten up long ago, nothing coming in,
they have been encroaching on their capital for some time; and the
beds of cement stone - who the deuce would join with him in any
large undertaking? They talk about his gifts, his genius even; but
IS he very highly gifted? Is it anything more than what he has
acquired? The saving of motive power at the factory? Was that
anything more than a mere repetition of what he had done before? -
and that, of course, only what he had seen elsewhere."
Just the same with the hints which he had given.
"Merely close personal observation; for it must be admitted that he
had more of that than most people; but as for ingenuity! Well, he
could make out a good case for himself, but that was about the
extent of his ingenuity."
"His earlier articles, as well as those which had
recently appeared on the use of electricity in baking and tanning -
could you call those discoveries? Let us see what he will invent
now that he has come home, and cannot get ideas from reading and
from seeing people."
Rafael noticed this change - first among the ladies,
who all seemed to have been suddenly blown away, with a few
exceptions, who did not respect a marriage like his, and who would
not give in.
His relations, also, held somewhat aloof. "It was
not thus that he showed himself a true Ravn. He was so in
temperament and disposition, perhaps, but it was just his defect
that he was only a half-breed."
The change of front was complete: he noticed it on
all hands. But he was man enough, and had sufficient obstinacy as
well, to let himself be urged on by this to hard work, and in his
wife there was still more of the same feeling.
He had a sense of elevation in having done his duty,
and as long as this tension lasted it kept him up to the mark. On
the day of his marriage (from early in the morning until the time
when the ceremony took place) he employed himself in writing to his
mother; a wonderful, a solemn letter in the sight of the
All-Knowing, - the cry of a tortured soul in utmost peril.
It depended on his mother whether she would receive
them and let their life become all that was now possible. Angelika
- their business, manager, housekeeper, chief. He - devoted to his
experiments.
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