He had realised his youthful dream of a wife and a home, and for eight
days the young wife also thought that her dream had come true. But on
the ninth day she wanted to go out.
"Where?" he asked.
"Say, yourself!"
No, she must say. He proposed the opera, but Wagner was being performed
there, and she could not bear him. The theatre? No, there they had
Maeterlinck, and that was silly. He did not wish to go to an operetta,
for they always ridiculed what he now regarded as sacred. Nor did he
like the circus, where there were only horses and queer women.
So the discussion went on and they privately discovered a great
quantity of divergences in tastes and principles. In order to please
her, he proposed an operetta, but she would not accept the sacrifice.
He suggested that they should give a party, but then they discovered
that there was no one to invite, for they had separated from their
friends, and their friends from them.
So they sat there, still in harmony, and considered their destiny
together, without having yet begun to blame each other. They stayed at
home, and felt bored.
Next day, the same scene was repeated. He now saw that his happiness
was at stake; therefore he took courage, and said in a friendly way but
decidedly, "Dress yourself and we will go to an operetta." She beamed,
put on her new dress, and was quickly ready. When he saw her so happy
and pretty, he felt a stab in his heart, and thought to himself, "Now
she brightens up, when she can dress for others and not for me."
When he then conducted her to the theatre, he felt as though he were
escorting a stranger, for her thoughts were already in the auditorium,
which was her stage, where she wished to appear, and where she could
now appear under her husband's escort without being insulted.
Since they could already divine each other's thoughts, this alienation,
while they were on the way, changed into something like hostility. They
longed to be in the theatre in order to find something to divert their
emotions, though he felt as though he were going to an execution.
When they came to the ticket-office there were no tickets left.
Then her face changed, and when she looked at him, and thought she saw
an expression of satisfaction, which possibly was latent there, she
broke out, "That pleases you?"
He wished to deny it, but could not, for it was true. On the way home
he felt as though he were dragging a corpse with him, and that a
hostile one.
The fact that she had discovered his very natural thought, which he
had self-denyingly repressed, hurt him like a rudeness for one has no
right to punish the thoughts of another. He would have borne it more
easily if there had been no tickets left, for he was already accustomed
to be a scapegoat. But now he lamented over his lost happiness, and
that he had not the power to amuse her.
When she observed that he was not angry, but only sad, she despised
him. They came home in ominous silence; she went straight to her
bedroom and shut the door. He sat down in the dining-room, where he lit
the lamps and candles, for the darkness seemed to be closing round him.
Then he heard a cry from the bedroom, the cry of a child, but of a
grown one. When he came in he saw a sight which tore his heart. She was
on her knees, her hands stretched towards him, wailing as she wept,
"Don't be angry with me, don't be hard; you put out the light round me,
you stifle me with your severity; I am a child that trusts life and
must have sunshine."
He could find no answer, for she seemed sincere. And he could not
defend himself, for that meant arraigning her thoughts, which he also
could not do.
Dumb with despair, he went into his room and felt crushed. He had
pillaged her youth, shut her up, torn out her joy by the roots. He had
not the light which this tender flower needed, and she withered under
his hand. These self-reproaches broke down all the self-confidence
he had hitherto possessed; he felt unworthy of her love, or of any
woman's, and felt himself a murderer who had killed her happiness.
After he had suffered all these pangs of conscience he began to examine
himself calmly and with sober common sense.
"What have I done?" he asked himself. "What have I done to her? All the
good that I could; I have done her will in everything. I did not wish
to go out in the evening, when I had come home after the work of the
day, and I did not wish to see an operetta. An operetta was formerly a
matter of indifference to me, but now it is distasteful, since through
my love for her I have entered another sphere of emotion which I do not
hesitate to call a higher one. How foolish of me! I had the idea that
she would draw me out of the mire, but she draws me down; she has drawn
me down the whole time. Then it is not she but my love which draws
upward, for there is a higher and a lower. Yes, the sage was right who
said, 'Men marry to have a home to come to to, women marry to have a
home to go out of.' Home is not for the woman but for the man and the
child. All women complain of being shut up at home, and so does mine,
although she goes about the whole morning paying visits, and haunting
cafés and shops."
He began to work his way out of this slough of despond, and found
himself on the side where the fault was not. But again he saw the
heart-rending spectacle of his young wife on her knees begging him,
with outstretched hands, not to kill her youth and brightness with his
severity. Since it was foreign to his nature to act a part, he felt
sure that she was not doing so, and felt again like a criminal, so that
he was tempted to commit suicide, for the mere fact of his existence
crushed her happiness.
But again his sense of justice was aroused, for he had no right to take
the blame on himself when he did not deserve it. He was not hard but he
was serious, and it was just his seriousness which had made the deepest
impression on the young girl and decided her to prefer him to other
frivolous young men. He had not wished to kill her joy; on the contrary
he had done everything in his power to procure for her the quiet joys
of domesticity; he had not even wished to deny her the ambiguous
pleasure of the operetta, but had sacrificed himself and accompanied
her thither. What she had said was therefore simply nonsense. And yet
her grief had been so deep and sincere. What was the meaning of it?
Then came the answer. It was the girl's leave-taking of youth--which
was inevitable. It was therefore as natural as it was beautiful--this
outbreak of despair at the brevity of spring. But he was not to blame
for it, and if his wife perhaps in a year was to become a mother, it
was now the right time to bid farewell to girlish joys in order to
prepare for the higher joys of maternity.
He had, therefore, nothing to reproach himself with, and yet he did
reproach himself with everything. With a quick resolve, he shook off
his depression and went to his wife, firmly determining not to say a
word in his defence, for that meant extinguishing her love, but simply
to invite her to reconciliation without a reckoning.
He found his wife on the point of being weary of solitude, and she
would have welcomed the society of anyone, even that of her husband,
rather than be quite alone.
Then they came to an agreement to give a party and to invite his
friends and hers, who would be sure to come. This evening their need
for domestic peace and comfort was so mutual that they agreed, without
any difficulty, who should be invited and who not.
They closed the day by drinking a bottle of champagne. The sparkling
drink loosened her tongue and now she took the opportunity to make him
gentle and jesting reproaches for his egotism and discourtesy towards
his wife. She looked so pretty as she raised herself on tiptoe above
him, and she seemed so much greater and nobler when she had rolled all
her faults upon him, that he thought it a pity to pull her down, and
therefore went to sleep laden with all the defects and shortcomings
which he had taken on himself.
When he awoke the next morning he lay still in order to think over the
events of the past evening. And now he despised himself for having
kept silence and refrained from defending himself. Now he perceived
how the whole of their life together was built upon his silence and
the suppression of his personality. For if he had spoken yesterday,
she would have gone--she always threatened to go to her mother when he
"ill-treated" her, and she called it "ill-treatment" every time that
he was tired of making himself out worse than he was. Here they were
building on falsity, and the building would collapse some day when he
ventured on a criticism or personal remark regarding her.
Reverence, worship, blind obedience--that was the price of her love--he
must either pay it, or go without it.
The party took place. The husband, as a good host, did all he could
to efface himself and bring his wife into prominence. His friends,
who were gentlemen, behaved to her in their turn with all the courtesy
which they felt was due to a young wife.
After supper music was proposed. There was a piano in the house,
but the wife could not play, and the husband did not want to. A
young doctor undertook the task, and since he had to choose his own
programme, he had resort to his favourite, Wagner. The mistress of
the house did not know what he was playing but did not like the deep
seriousness of it. When at last the thunder ceased, her husband sat
uneasily there, for he could surmise what was coming.
As a ladylike hostess, she had to say something. She thought a simple
"thanks" insufficient, and asked what the music was.
Then it came out--Wagner!
Her husband felt the look which he feared, which told him that he was
a traitor who perhaps had wished to entice her to praise in ignorance
"the worst music which she knew." During the time of their engagement
she had certainly listened attentively to her fiance's long speeches
in defence of Wagner, but immediately after their marriage, she had
declared openly that she could not bear him. Therefore her husband had
never played to her, and she feigned not to know that he could play.
But now she felt insidiously surprised, and her husband received the
beforementioned look which told him what he had to expect.
The guests had gone, and husband and wife sat there alone.
In his father's house he had learnt never to speak anything but good of
departed guests, but rather to be silent. She had also heard something
of the kind, but here she felt no need of restraint. So now she began
to criticise his friends; they were, to put it briefly, tedious.
He gnawed his cigar in silence, for to dispute about likings and taste
in this case would be unreasonable.
But she also considered them discourteous. She had been told that young
men should say pleasant things.
"Did they venture to say anything unpleasant?" he asked, feeling uneasy
lest anyone should have forgotten himself.
"No, not exactly."
Then came a shower of petty criticisms; someone's tie was not straight,
another had too long a nose, another drawled, and then, "the fellow who
played Wagner!"
"You are not kind," said her husband with a lame attempt to defend his
friends.
"Yes! and the friends you trust in! You should only have heard and seen
the words and looks which I heard and saw. They are false to you."
He continued to smoke and kept silence, but he thought how low he
had sunk to deny his old and tried friends; how despicable it was to
plead for forgiveness with his eyes for the performance of Wagner.
His thoughts ran parallel with her loud chatter, and he spoke them in
silence.
"You despise my friends because they do not court their friend's wife,
do not pay her little compliments on her figure and dress; and you hate
them because you feel how my strength grows in the circle of their
sympathies for me. You hate them as you hate me, and would hate anyone
else who was your husband."
She must have felt the effect of these thoughts, for her volubility
slackened, and when he cast a glance at her, she seemed to have shrunk
together. Immediately afterwards she rose, on the pretext that she felt
freezing. As a matter of fact, she was trembling and had red flames on
her cheeks.
That night he observed for the first time that he had at his side an
ugly old woman who had enamelled her face with bright cosmetics and
plaited her hair like a peasant woman.
She did not bother herself to appear at her best before him but was
already free and easy and cynical enough to make herself repugnant by
disclosing the unbeautiful secrets of the toilet.
Then for a moment he was released from his enchantment, and continued
to think of flight till sleep had pity on him.
A couple of weeks passed in dull silence. He could not get rid of the
thought that it was a pity about her, and when she was bored, it was
his fault for the moment, because he was her husband--for the moment.
To seek for others' society was now no longer possible, since his
friends had been rejected, and she had no more pleasure in her own.
They tried to go out each his own way but always returned home.
"You find it hard to be away from me, in spite of all!" she said.
"And you?" he answered.
She remained compliant and indifferent, no longer angry, so that they
could talk, i.e. he ventured to answer.
"My jailor!" she said on one occasion.
"Who is in jail, you or I?" he answered.
When they perceived that they were each other's prisoners, they smiled
at the relationship and began to examine the witchcraft of which they
were victims. They went back in memory and lived over again the
engagement period and their wedding journey. Consequently they lived
always in the past, never in the present.
Then came the great moment he had waited for as a liberation--the
announcement of her expecting to be a mother. Her longings would now
have an object, and she would look forward instead of backward. But
even here he had miscalculated.
Now she was angry with him, for her beauty would wither away, and
it was no use his trying to comfort her by saying she would get up
rejuvenated with recovered beauty, and that the crowning happiness
awaited her. She treated him like a murderer, and could not look at him
for his mere scent aroused her dislike. In order to obtain light on the
matter, he asked their doctor. The latter laughed and explained to him
that in such cases women always thought they smelt something;--this was
either pure imagination or a physical perversion of the olfactory nerve.
When at last this stage was over, a certain calm succeeded which he was
short-sighted enough to enjoy. Since he was now sure of having his wife
in the house he perhaps showed that he was happy and thankful for it.
But he should not have done so, for now she saw the matter from a new
point of view.
"Ah! now you think you have me fast, but just wait till I am up again!"
The look which accompanied the threat gave him to understand what would
happen. Now he began a battle with himself whether he should await the
arrival of the child or go away first, in order to avoid the wrench of
parting from it.
Since the married pair had entered into such a close relationship that
one could hear the thoughts of the other, he could keep no secrets from
her which she did not seize upon forthwith.
"I know well enough that you contemplate deserting us and casting us on
the street."
"That is strange," he remarked; "it is you who have threatened the
whole time to go off with the child, as soon as it came. So whatever
I do is wrong; if I stay you go, and then I am both unhappy and
ridiculous; if I go you are the martyr, and I am unhappy and a
scoundrel to boot! That comes of having to do with women!"
How they got through the nine months was to him a puzzle. The last
part of the time was the most tolerable, for she had begun to love the
unborn child, and love imparted to her a higher beauty than she had
before. But when he told her so, she did not believe him, and when she
observed that he was lulling himself to sleep with dreams of perpetual
happiness by her side she broke out again, saying: "You think you have
got me safe now."
"My dear," he answered, "when we vowed to each other to be man and
wife, I believed that I would belong to you and you to me, and I hoped
that we should hold together so that the child should be born in a
home, and be brought up by its father and mother."
And so on _ad infinitum_.
The child came, and the mother's joy was boundless. Ennui had
disappeared and the man breathed freely, but he should have done so
more imperceptibly. For two sharp eyes saw it and two keen looks said:
"You think that I am tied by the child!"
On the third day the little one had lost the charm of novelty and was
handed over to a nurse. Then dressmakers were summoned. Now he knew
what was coming. From that hour he went about like a man condemned to
death, waiting for his execution. He packed two travelling-bags which
he hid in his wardrobe, ready to fly at the given signal.
The signal was given two days after his wife got up. She had put on a
dress of an extremely showy cut and of the colour called "lamp-shade."
He took her out for a walk and suffered unspeakably when he saw that
she whom he loved, attracted a degree of attention which he found
obnoxious. Even the street urchins pointed with their fingers at the
overdressed lady.
From that day he avoided going out with her. He stayed at home with the
child, and lamented that he had a wife who made herself ridiculous.
Her next step to freedom was the riding-school. Through the stable
the doors to society were opened for her. By means of horses one made
acquaintances in the upper circles. Horses and dogs form the transition
stage to the world from which one peers down in order to be able to
discover the pedestrians on the dusty highways. The rider on horseback
is six ells high instead of three, and he always looks as though he
wished that those who walk should look up to him. The stable also was
her means of introduction to a lieutenant who was a baron. Their hearts
responded to each other, and since the baron was a clean-natured man,
he decidedly refused to go through the stages of guest and friend of
the house. Therefore they went off together, or rather, fled.
Her husband remained behind with the child.