IVY COMPTON-BURNETT
THE MIGHTY
AND THEIR FALL
Contents
Chapter I
Chapter II
Chapter III
Chapter IV
Chapter V
Chapter VI
Chapter VII
Chapter VIII
Chapter IX
Chapter X
Chapter XI
Chapter XII
Chapter XIII
Note on the Author
CHAPTER I
“Agnes first, Hengist second, Leah third!” said Lavinia Middleton, as her sisters and brother contested the access to the cloakroom in the hall. “And don’t be too long. Miss Starkie is waiting for you.”
“She told us to stay in the garden.”
“Only for half-an-hour. How long have you been?”
“Only three-quarters,” said Hengist, as if this was a reasonable difference.
“And we are to have the dining-room luncheon. So we don’t have to go upstairs.”
“Well, one of you should tell Miss Starkie,” said their sister, leaning back on the hall bench.
“I don’t want to, because I am the boy,” said Hengist. “It is not a real reason.”
“No one could want to for any reason,” said Leah.
“Miss Starkie may not want to wait for her luncheon,” said Agnes.
“She ought not to mind,” said Hengist. “She should be thinking of higher things.”
“Nothing could be higher than food,” said Leah. “Perhaps it is too high for her.”
They broke into mirth and continued their talk, a short, sturdy pair of eleven and ten, with broad, sallow faces, dark, deep-set eyes and an almost saturnine aspect. Something about them, when together, suggested the sympathy between them. Agnes was a mild-looking girl of fourteen, with blue eyes, narrower features and a placid but resolute expression.
“What is the jest?” said their elder brother, coming up to his sister on the bench.
“Miss Starkie. Something about her thinking of food.”
“I used to be surprised that she did. It seemed to reduce her to our level.”
“Or to raise her to it,” said Leah. “Food is on the heights.”
“Well, I feel just about on a line with it at the moment,” said Miss Starkie’s voice. “So I have come down to pursue it, as no one came up to me. I suppose you are to have your share downstairs today.”
“We were just going to tell you,” said Agnes.
“I have had to take the will for the deed. It is already later than usual.”
“Were you assailed by pangs of hunger?” said Hengist.
“Well, by something milder than those. But I did feel Nature’s reminder.”
“It is kind of Nature to pay attention to her,” said Leah to her brother.
“Well, Nature and I are at one at the moment,” said Miss Starkie, lightly. “Now I shall be back at the usual time. So I hope your meal will not be delayed.”
“We hope so too,” said Hengist. “We are high people, almost on the level of food.”
“Well, I am even higher, as I am quite on its level.”
“Open the door for Miss Starkie, Hengist,” said Lavinia. “You can attain to that height.”
“Egbert is doing it. It doesn’t take more than one person.”
Lavinia Middleton was a tall, upright girl of twenty, with large, grey eyes, curling, brown hair, fine bones that showed in both her figure and face, and a look of sober humour. A suggestion of maturity was the result of her being also an autocrat, an intellectual, a widowed father’s companion and a grandmother’s support. Egbert, two years older and looking of similar age, was a tall, dark youth with an ironic expression and the children’s broad face and head in a better form. The bond between the elder pair was as deep as that between the younger. Agnes depended on herself, and therefore more on her elders. Lavinia surveyed the three, as they crossed the hall, with a smile of indulgent understanding. The smile was as light as the feeling behind it. Her depths were not touched here.
“So you are to eat in here today,” said their grandmother, meeting them in the dining-room with an appraising eye. “Some household trouble of some kind. You can take your places, so as not to harass your father. Hengist, how often have I told you not to keep your hands in your pockets?”
“I have not counted, Grandma,” said the latter, too politely to incur rebuke.
“Take them out. You can find a better use for them.”
Hengist did so, but appeared not to have the alternative, and Mrs. Middleton kept her eyes on him without change of expression.
“May I sit by you, Grandma?” said Agnes.
Mrs. Middleton drew out a chair with a faint sigh, as though hardly trusting a grandchild to this extent.
“I don’t like this room as well as the schoolroom,” said Leah, looking round.
“Does it matter to anyone what you like?”
“No, but I can tell them, if I want to.”
“It matters to her,” said Hengist. “Nothing matters to other people, that is not to do with themselves.”
Selina Middleton gave him a look that measured both him and his words. She was a ponderous woman in the eighties, whose type had descended to her grandchildren, with a massive face and head, eyes whose penetration seemed incongruous with their darkness and depth, and an expression that varied between grim disillusionment and almost unconscious benevolence. Her white hair and insistent presence gave an impression of looks, though she had none. She had never wished for them, never having suspected any lack in her endowment.
“It is a change to have luncheon here,” said Agnes. “And to have it with Grandma and Father.”
“You say things for people to hear them,” said Hengist.
“It is a reasonable object,” said Lavinia.
“I meant for people to hear, and like her for them.”
“Well, you certainly avoid her example.”
“Talk would be no good, if no one heard it,” said Agnes. “And no one likes nothing but silence.”
Selina lifted her hand to enjoin this state. She lost little by forbidding speech, as she was accustomed to communicate without it. She signed to Egbert that he was tapping his foot, and that the movement disturbed her.
“Grandma would not hear those sounds, if we talked as usual,” whispered Agnes.
Selina intimated that she still heard this one, and her grandson ceased to cause it.
“She tapped her own foot,” said Leah.
“I do as I choose,” said Selina, barely uttering the words, as if there was no need for them.
“I wish our family resemblance extended so far,” said Egbert.
Selina glanced from his face to her own in a glass. The age and the look in the eyes seemed to deny the likeness. Hers suggested an experience beyond the scope of one life, and she had been heard to observe that she had lived several.
“Do you care for this hush, Grandma?” said Lavinia, as if the silence need not include herself. “It seems to defeat its purpose.”
“What is the reason of it?” said another voice, as the children’s father entered, and laid his hand on his mother’s shoulder in observance of a daily custom. “Are you all at a solemn music? Or has silence a music of its own?”
“This one didn’t seem to have any,” said Hengist.
“I had borne enough,” said Selina, as if this was a normal situation.
“I throw no doubt on it,” said her son. “Why are they all in here?”
“There are workmen in the schoolroom, Father,” said Lavinia. “The ceiling needed repair.”
“I wonder how they managed to get at that,” said Seli
na, not referring to the workmen.
“It was the hand of time, Grandma. No one else’s.”
“I liked the cracks on the ceiling,” said Hengist. “They were like a map.”
“So you favour educational devices,” said his father. “I had not realised it.”
Ninian Middleton was a tall, almost handsome man of fifty-six, with the family features in another mould, a difference in the same dark eyes, long, supple hands and nervous movements. His voice was high and uncontrolled, in contrast to Selina’s deep and steady one, and he seemed to hear his own words and measure their effect.
He sat down at the table and smiled at his children, and Lavinia took the place at his side and put her hand in his, another accepted custom.
He was followed by his adopted brother, a tall, slender man a little younger than himself, with a narrow, uneven face, pale hair and hands and eyes, and an ease of manner and movement that was almost grace. Hugo Middleton, as he was called, had been adopted by Ninian’s father in infancy, on the ground that he was the orphan son of a friend, and had grown up under his name and eventually taken it. Rumour and question had long since been rife and died away. Selina had known no more than this, and had accepted what could not be helped. A largeness in her nature had prevented her from visiting her own doubts on the boy, and their relation had grown almost to that of mother and son. He had been left a competence by her husband, and spent his life in the house. Her second or, as it seemed, third son, and the nearest to her heart, lived abroad and was thought of only by herself.
“Is the table the place for toys, Hengist?” she said in her deepest tones. “What is it you have to hide?”
Her grandson showed a pistol, and in proof of his openness fired it towards her.
She started, suffered the reaction, rose and snatched the pistol and flung it into the waste paper basket.
“Why did you do that, Hengist?” said Ninian.
“Grandma doesn’t like it to be hidden.”
“Take it out of the basket,” said Leah. “It is hidden there.”
“You will not, while I am over you,” said Selina.
“That will be until you die,” said Leah. “So the basket can’t be cleared until then.”
“Do you think that is funny, Leah?”
“I thought it was,” said Hengist, smiling.
“I asked Leah what she thought.”
“I didn’t think it was as funny as it seems to be,” said Leah, looking round.
“The pistol will be kept in the schoolroom,” said Ninian. “It is here for the last time.”
“May we talk now, Grandma?” said Agnes.
“You can ask your father. He is here now to direct you.”
“You know what your grandmother wished,” said Ninian.
“It is because Agnes knew, that she asked,” said Hengist.
“Are you leaving that on your plate, Leah?” said Selina.
“Yes. Only an animal could eat it.”
“And she couldn’t leave it anywhere else,” said Hengist.
“So that is how you see yourselves. As a pair of wits.”
“Only other people can see us. And Leah doesn’t mind having human food.”
“She will have what I give her,” said Selina, choosing what would cause no trouble, and seeming not to consider it.
“Grandma’s heart is where it ought to be,” said Agnes, in an audible undertone.
“You curry favour,” said Hengist. “And that means you don’t really have it.”
“You may reach the same end by a different path,” said Ninian.
“I like his path better,” said Leah.
“They are all Grandma’s little boys and girls,” said Selina, with a sudden benevolence that caused no surprise.
“Lavinia and Egbert are not little,” said Leah.
“Perhaps they are to Grandma,” said Agnes.
“Father thinks Lavinia is equal to himself,” said Hengist.
“Age makes no difference in some cases,” said his sister.
“It should have in ours,” said Ninian. “I know it has made too little. I often feel I am to blame.”
“I have never felt it, Father. And no one else is concerned.”
“You must finish your luncheon,” said Selina. “Miss Starkie will be coming back.”
“So she will,” said Egbert. “I used to see it as the basis of life. I regret the days when I was under her.”
“I wonder what began the being under people,” said Leah.
“Examine into your own heart, and you will know,” said her father.
“I would rather go to school than learn at home,” said Agnes.
“Well, nothing more will be spent on you,” said Selina. “You cost enough.”
“Only her food and clothes and her share of Miss Starkie,” said Hengist.
“Children do not think about such things.”
“They think about everything.”
“Well, they never talk about them.”
“You know they do,” said Leah. “You hear them.”
“Hengist and Leah,” said Selina, in a deep, sudden tone, “you will accept what I say. You will not differ from me or voice thoughts of your own. When I have spoken, I have spoken. And you must know it.”
“I envy you,” said Hugo. “When I have spoken, I hardly like to know it myself. It always seems so unnecessary.”
“I fear I am late, Mrs. Middleton,” said Miss Starkie, who had hesitated on the threshold during Selina’s speech. “I should say that I know I am. My landlady was behind the time. But I see that you are still at the table.”
Miss Starkie returned to her lodgings for her meals, thereby escaping Selina’s eye, and allowing the latter some household economies unsuitable for her own. Ninian’s income was derived from the estate, and had lessened in the manner of its kind. It seemed to return to its source, taking his energy with it; and his mother kept a hand on the household expense, not suspecting how little it counted in the main stream.
“Well, what is the subject?” said Miss Starkie, ignoring the conclusion of it.
“There have been more than one,” said Hengist.
“Well, may I thrust myself in on the last?” said Miss Starkie, speaking as if her words were humorous.
They might have been so in this case, as Hengist and Leah began to laugh.
“What is the jest?” said Miss Starkie, turning her bright, brown eyes from one to another. She was a short, brisk woman of forty-five, with a full, ruddy face, unrelated features, clothes that were never remembered, though they varied with every occasion, and a general aspect almost improbably true to type.
“There is none,” said Selina, her voice implying that this was to be the case.
“Were you planning to play some trick on me?” said Miss Starkie, modifying Selina’s expression with this light on her experience.
“No, we weren’t talking about you,” said Leah.
“Then in what way am I involved, that I cannot know the subject?”
“You might not have been so much involved,” said Hengist, smiling.
“Miss Starkie is not concerned with your chatter,” said Selina. “You need not trouble her with it.”
“Oh, I am not curious, Mrs. Middleton,” said Miss Starkie, her voice betraying that she had no need to be. “Children’s talk means less than nothing, as you say.”
“She didn’t say it,” said Leah. “And it couldn’t mean less than that.”
“She feels she had better not be curious,” said Hengist.
“And why should she feel that?” said Selina. “Tell us the reason.”
“She might feel her living was at stake,” said Hengist, as if a question should stand its answer.
“Well, that might be a tiresome threat,” said Miss Starkie.
“I don’t think she is really so unconcerned,” whispered Leah.
“Why should she be anything else?” said Selina.
“Well, if Agnes went to school
, a governess might cost too much.”
“As necessities have a way of doing,” said Miss Starkie, lightly.
“And you might teach the others yourself, to save expense.”
“Well, there is an idea,” said Miss Starkie. “It would be a novel arrangement. I have been successful in my efforts. You have your own ideas and express them.”
“It is not my idea,” said Leah. “In old books a mother or grandmother do sometimes teach the girls.”
“Does teach,” said Miss Starkie, smiling at Selina. “So you have reached the stage of reading books and remembering them. That is encouraging for me.”
“It is not for me,” said Ninian. “I would not have credited such foolishness. It is too kind to put up with it. I hope it does not mean it is familiar.”
“Well, I did not feel much pride in them then, Mr. Middleton. It is not their usual level. Egbert and Lavinia know when to be silent. That is a great thing to have learnt.”
“You talk as if people learn everything from you,” said Hengist.
“Well, everything is a large order, Hengist.”
“What other sources of information have you had?” said Ninian.
“A good many things come to people of themselves.”
“And those sometimes need correcting,” said Miss Starkie, shaking her head.
“Hengist’s destiny is school,” said Ninian. “He will get his correction there. He will find a change.”
“Ah, it will be deflating, Mr. Middleton. Sometimes I think too much so. The balance may be better kept elsewhere. It is only my own view, of course.”
“It is mine,” said Egbert. “It is the only civilised one.”
“And mine,” said Hugo “I have never joined the herd.”
“Girls do as well as they need at home,” said Selina.
“So they will always be here,” said Hengist. “It is better to be a girl.”
“Oh, always is a long word,” said Miss Starkie, in an easy tone that covered relief. “As far as we need look forward.”
“I wish I could be here too. I would rather learn from a woman.”
“Well, I can understand that, Hengist. And I think the view has thought in it.”
“It has,” said Ninian. “We see the line it takes. I hope he will remember his debt to you.”
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