第22章 THE FOURTH - THE SYMPATHY OF LADY SUNDERBUND(2)

What was there for a bishop to object to? There was that admirable American widow, Lady Sunderbund.She was enormously rich, she was enthusiastic.She was really on probation for higher levels; it was her decolletage delayed her.If only she kept off theosophy and the Keltic renascence and her disposition to profess wild intellectual passions, there would be no harm in her.Provided she didn't come down to dinner in anything too fantastically scanty--but a word in season was possible.No!

there was no harm in Lady Sunderbund.Then there were Ridgeway Kelso and this dark excitable Catholic friend of his, Paidraig O'Gorman.Mrs.Garstein Fellows saw no harm in them.Then one had to consider Lord Gatling and Lizzie Barusetter.But nothing showed, nothing was likely to show even if there was anything.

And besides, wasn't there a Church and Stage Guild?

Except for those people there seemed little reason for alarm.

Mrs.Garstein Fellows did not know that Professor Hoppart, who so amusingly combined a professorship of political economy with the writing of music-hall lyrics, was a keen amateur theologian, nor that Bent, the sentimental novelist, had a similar passion.She did not know that her own eldest son, a dark, romantic-looking youngster from Eton, had also come to the theological stage of development.She did however weigh the possibilities of too liberal opinions on what are called social questions on the part of Miss Sharsper, the novelist, and decided that if that lady was watched nothing so terrible could be said even in an undertone;and as for the Mariposa, the dancer, she had nothing but Spanish and bad French, she looked all right, and it wasn't very likely she would go out of her way to startle an Anglican bishop.Simply she needn't dance.Besides which even if a man does get a glimpse of a little something--it isn't as if it was a woman.

But of course if the party mustn't annoy the bishop, the bishop must do his duty by the party.There must be the usual purple and the silver buckles.

She wired back:

"A little party but it won't put you out send your man with your change."(2)

In making that promise Mrs.Garstein Fellows reckoned without the morbid sensibility of the bishop's disorganized nervous system and the unsuspected theological stirrings beneath the apparent worldliness of Hoppart and Bent.

The trouble began in the drawing-room after dinner.Out of deference to the bishop's abstinence the men did not remain to smoke, but came in to find the Mariposa and Lady Sunderbund smoking cigarettes, which these ladies continued to do a little defiantly.They had hoped to finish them before the bishop came up.The night was chilly, and a cheerful wood fire cracking and banging on the fireplace emphasized the ordinary heating.Mrs.

Garstein Fellows, who had not expected so prompt an appearance of the men, had arranged her chairs in a semicircle for a little womanly gossip, and before she could intervene she found her party, with the exception of Lord Gatling, who had drifted just a little too noticeably with Miss Barnsetter into a window, sitting round with a conscious air, that was perhaps just a trifle too apparent, of being "good."And Mr.Bent plunged boldly into general conversation.

"Are you reading anything now, Mrs.Garstein Fellows?" he asked."I'm an interested party."She was standing at the side of the fireplace.She bit her lip and looked at the cornice and meditated with a girlish expression."Yes," she said."I am reading again.I didn't think I should but I am.""For a time," said Hoppart, "I read nothing but the papers.Ibought from a dozen to twenty a day."

"That is wearing off," said the bishop.

"The first thing I began to read again," said Mrs.Garstein Fellows, "--I'm not saying it for your sake, Bishop--was the Bible.""I went to the Bible," said Bent as if he was surprised.

"I've heard that before," said Ridgeway Kelso, in that slightly explosive manner of his."All sorts of people who don't usually read the Bible--""But Mr.Kelso!" protested their hostess with raised eyebrows.

"I was thinking of Bent.But anyhow there's been a great wave of seriousness, a sudden turning to religion and religious things.I don't know if it comes your way, Bishop....""I've had no rows of penitents yet."

"We may be coming," said Hoppart.

He turned sideways to face the bishop."I think we should be coming if--if it wasn't for old entangled difficulties.I don't know if you will mind my saying it to you, but...."The bishop returned his frank glance."I'd like to know above all things," he said."If Mrs.Garstein Fellow will permit us.

It's my business to know."

"We all want to know," said Lady Sunderbund, speaking from the low chair on the other side of the fireplace.There was a vibration in her voice and a sudden gleam of enthusiasm in her face."Why shouldn't people talk se'iously sometimes?""Well, take my own case," said Hoppart."In the last few weeks, I've been reading not only in the Bible but in the Fathers.I've read most of Athanasius, most of Eusebius, and--I'll confess it --Gibbon.I find all my old wonder come back.Why are we pinned to--to the amount of creed we are pinned to? Why for instance must you insist on the Trinity?""Yes," said the Eton boy explosively, and flushed darkly to find he had spoken.

"Here is a time when men ask for God," said Hoppart."And you give them three!" cried Bent rather cheaply."I confess I find the way encumbered by these Alexandrian elaborations," Hoppart completed.

"Need it be?" whispered Lady Sunderbund very softly.

"Well," said the bishop, and leant back in his armchair and knitted his brow at the fire."I do not think," he said, "that men coming to God think very much of the nature of God.

Nevertheless," he spoke slowly and patted the arm of his chair, "nevertheless the church insists that certain vitally important truths have to be conveyed, certain mortal errors are best guarded against, by these symbols.""You admit they are symbols."