Nevertheless, John Gale left the monastery. "The Bishopsgate Street
winter does not suit me," he briefly explained to the Superior. "I
must go south or southwest."
But he did neither. He saw Golly, who was living west. He upbraided
her for going on the stage. She retorted: "Whose life is the more
artificial, yours or mine? It is true that we are both imperfectly
clothed," she added, glancing at a photograph of herself in a short
skirt, "and not always in our right mind--but you've caught nothing but
a cold! Nevertheless, I love you and you love me."
Then he begged her to go with him to the South Seas and take the place
of Father Damien among the colony of lepers. "It is a beautiful place,
and inexpensive, for we shall live only a few weeks. What do you say,
dearest? You know," he added, with a faint, sad smile, glancing at
another photograph of her,--executing the high kick,--"you're quite a
leaper yourself."
But that night she received an offer of a new engagement. She wrote to
John Gale: "The South Seas is rather an expensive trip to take simply
to die. Couldn't we do it as cheaply at home? Or couldn't you prevail
on your Father Superior to set up his monastery there? I'm afraid I'm
not up to it. Why don't you try the old 'Oilan,' nearer home? There's
lots of measles and diphtheria about there lately."
When the heartbroken John Gale received this epistle, he also received
a letter from his uncle, the First Lord of the Admiralty. "I don't
fancy this Damien whim of yours. If you're really in earnest about
killing yourself, why not take a brief trial trip in one of our latest
ironclads? It's just as risky, although--as we are obliged to keep
these things quiet in the Office--you will not of course get that
publicity your noble soul craves."
Abandoned by all in his noble purposes, John Gale took the first
steamer to the Isle of Man.