The Woodlanders
Page 104As may be inferred from the tone of his conversation with Winterborne,
he had lately plunged into abstract philosophy with much zest; perhaps
his keenly appreciative, modern, unpractical mind found this a realm
more to his taste than any other. Though his aims were desultory,
Fitzpiers's mental constitution was not without its admirable side; a
keen inquirer he honestly was, even if the midnight rays of his lamp,
visible so far through the trees of Hintock, lighted rank literatures
of emotion and passion as often as, or oftener than, the books and
materiel of science.
But whether he meditated the Muses or the philosophers, the loneliness
of Hintock life was beginning to tell upon his impressionable nature.
Winter in a solitary house in the country, without society, is
conditions, but these are not the conditions which attach to the life
of a professional man who drops down into such a place by mere
accident. They were present to the lives of Winterborne, Melbury, and
Grace; but not to the doctor's. They are old association--an almost
exhaustive biographical or historical acquaintance with every object,
animate and inanimate, within the observer's horizon. He must know all
about those invisible ones of the days gone by, whose feet have
traversed the fields which look so gray from his windows; recall whose
creaking plough has turned those sods from time to time; whose hands
planted the trees that form a crest to the opposite hill; whose horses
and hounds have torn through that underwood; what birds affect that
disappointment have been enacted in the cottages, the mansion, the
street, or on the green. The spot may have beauty, grandeur,
salubrity, convenience; but if it lack memories it will ultimately pall
upon him who settles there without opportunity of intercourse with his
kind.
In such circumstances, maybe, an old man dreams of an ideal friend,
till he throws himself into the arms of any impostor who chooses to
wear that title on his face. A young man may dream of an ideal friend
likewise, but some humor of the blood will probably lead him to think
rather of an ideal mistress, and at length the rustle of a woman's
dress, the sound of her voice, or the transit of her form across the
his eyes.
The discovery of the attractive Grace's name and family would have been
enough in other circumstances to lead the doctor, if not to put her
personality out of his head, to change the character of his interest in
her. Instead of treasuring her image as a rarity, he would at most
have played with it as a toy. He was that kind of a man. But situated
here he could not go so far as amative cruelty. He dismissed all
reverential thought about her, but he could not help taking her
seriously.