SECESSION
1
At last, out of a vast accumulation of impressions, decision distilled quite suddenly.I succumbed to Evesham and that dream of the right thing triumphant through expression.I determined I would go over to the Conservatives, and use my every gift and power on the side of such forces on that side as made for educational reorganisation, scientific research, literature, criticism, and intellectual development.That was in 1909.I judged the Tories were driving straight at a conflict with the country, and I thought them bound to incur an electoral defeat.I under-estimated their strength in the counties.There would follow, I calculated, a period of profound reconstruction in method and policy alike.I was entirely at one with Crupp in perceiving in this an immense opportunity for the things we desired.An aristocracy quickened by conflict and on the defensive, and full of the idea of justification by reconstruction, might prove altogether more apt for thought and high professions than Mrs.Redmondson's spoilt children.Behind the now inevitable struggle for a reform of the House of Lords, there would be great heart searchings and educational endeavour.On that we reckoned....
At last we talked it out to the practical pitch, and Crupp and Shoesmith, and I and Gane, made our definite agreement together....
I emerged from enormous silences upon Margaret one evening.
She was just back from the display of some new musicians at the Hartsteins.I remember she wore a dress of golden satin, very rich-looking and splendid.About her slender neck there was a rope of gold-set amber beads.Her hair caught up and echoed and returned these golden notes.I, too, was in evening dress, but where I had been escapes me,--some forgotten dinner, I suppose.I went into her room.I remember I didn't speak for some moments.I went across to the window and pulled the blind aside, and looked out upon the railed garden of the square, with its shrubs and shadowed turf gleaming pallidly and irregularly in the light of the big electricstandard in the corner.
"Margaret," I said, "I think I shall break with the party."She made no answer.I turned presently, a movement of enquiry.
"I was afraid you meant to do that," she said.
"I'm out of touch," I explained."Altogether.""Oh! I know."
"It places me in a difficult position," I said.
Margaret stood at her dressing-table, looking steadfastly at herself in the glass, and with her fingers playing with a litter of stoppered bottles of tinted glass."I was afraid it was coming to this," she said.
"In a way," I said, "we've been allies.I owe my seat to you.Icouldn't have gone into Parliament....""I don't want considerations like that to affect us," she interrupted.
There was a pause.She sat down in a chair by her dressing-table, lifted an ivory hand-glass, and put it down again.
"I wish," she said, with something like a sob in her voice, "it were possible that you shouldn't do this." She stopped abruptly, and Idid not look at her, because I could feel the effort she was making to control herself.
"I thought," she began again, "when you came into Parliament--"There came another silence."It's all gone so differently," she said."Everything has gone so differently."I had a sudden memory of her, shining triumphant after the Kinghampstead election, and for the first time I realised just how perplexing and disappointing my subsequent career must have been to her.
"I'm not doing this without consideration," I said.
"I know," she said, in a voice of despair, "I've seen it coming.
But--I still don't understand it.I don't understand how you can go over.""My ideas have changed and developed," I said.
I walked across to her bearskin hearthrug, and stood by the mantel.
"To think that you," she said; "you who might have been leader--"She could not finish it."All the forces of reaction," she threw out.
"I don't think they are the forces of reaction," I said."I think Ican find work to do--better work on that side.""Against us!" she said."As if progress wasn't hard enough! As if it didn't call upon every able man!""I don't think Liberalism has a monopoly of progress."She did not answer that.She sat quite still looking in front of her."WHY have you gone over?" she asked abruptly as though I had said nothing.
There came a silence that I was impelled to end.I began a stiff dissertation from the hearthrug."I am going over, because I think I may join in an intellectual renascence on the Conservative side.
I think that in the coming struggle there will be a partial and altogether confused and demoralising victory for democracy, that will stir the classes which now dominate the Conservative party into an energetic revival.They will set out to win back, and win back.
Even if my estimate of con-temporary forces is wrong and they win, they will still be forced to reconstruct their outlook.A war abroad will supply the chastening if home politics fail.The effort at renascence is bound to come by either alternative.I believe Ican do more in relation to that effort than in any other connexion in the world of politics at the present time.That's my case, Margaret."She certainly did not grasp what I said."And so you will throw aside all the beginnings, all the beliefs and pledges--" Again her sentence remained incomplete."I doubt if even, once you have gone over, they will welcome you.""That hardly matters."
I made an effort to resume my speech.
"I came into Parliament, Margaret," I said, "a little prematurely.
Still--I suppose it was only by coming into Parliament that I could see things as I do now in terms of personality and imaginative range...." I stopped.Her stiff, unhappy, unlistening silence broke up my disquisition.
"After all," I remarked, "most of this has been implicit in my writings."She made no sign of admission.
"What are you going to do?" she asked.
"Keep my seat for a time and make the reasons of my breach clear.
