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The feminine instinct of concealment worked in her, but she knew this father of hers would have plain speech, and some hidden feeling forced her violent temper to an outburst of curiously mingled hatred of the Professor and exultation in her power of injuring him.
āWhy, father, itās all the same to me. Iāve no interest in it, except to help you. You know I never said a word against him till you asked me. But he has no business to come down and attack you,ā and the voice grew shrill. āItās shameful of him. If he were a man heād never do it. Yesāgive him a real lesson; teach him that those he despises are stronger than he is. Let him lose his place and be thrown out of work, then weāll see if May Hutchings,ā and she laughed, āwill go and help him. Weāll see who isāā
Her father interrupted her in the middle of a tirade which would have been complete self-revelation; but it is not to be presumed that he did this out of a delicate regard for his daughterās feelings. He had got the information he required.
āThatās all right, Ida. I guess heāll get the lesson. You ken count on me. Youāve put me on the right track, I believe. I knew if any one could help me, youād be able to. Nobody knows whatās in you betterān I do. Youāre smarterān any one I know, and I know a few who think theyāre real smartāā
In this vein he continued soothing his daughterās pride, and yet speaking in an even, impersonal tone, as if merely stating facts.
āNow Iāve got to go. Prentissāll be waiting for me at the office.ā
While driving to the office, Mr. Gulmoreās thoughts, at first, were with his daughter. āI donāt know why, but I suspicioned that. Thatās why she left the University before graduatinā, anā talked of goinā East, and makinā a name for herself on the stage. That Professorās foolish. Idaās smart and pretty, and sheāll have a heap of money some day. The ring has a few contracts on hand stillāheās a fool. How she talked: she remembered all that lectureāevery word; but sheās young yet. Sheād have given herself away if I hadnāt stopped her. I donāt like any one to do that; itās weak. But she means business every time, just as I do; she means him to be fired right out, and then sheād probably go and cry over him, and want me to put him back again. But no. I guess not. Thatās not the way I work. Iād be willinā for him to stay away, and leave me alone, but as she wants him punished, he shall be, and she mustnāt interfere at the end. Itāll do her good to find out that things canāt both be done and undone, if sheās that sort. But pārāaps she wonāt want to undo them. When their prideās hurt women are mighty hardāharder than men by farā¦. I wonder how long itāll take to get this Campbell to move. I must start right in; I haināt got much time.ā
As soon as her father left her, Miss Ida hurried to her own room, in order to recover from her agitation, and to remove all traces of it. She was an only child, and had accordingly a sense of her own importance, which happened to be uncorrected by physical deficiencies. Not that she was astonishingly beautiful, but she was tall and just good-looking enough to allow her to consider herself a beauty. Her chief attraction was her form, which, if somewhat flat-chested, had a feline flexibility rarer and more seductive than she imagined. She was content to believe that nature had fashioned her to play the part in life which, she knew, was hers of right. Her name, even, was most appropriateādignified. Ida should be queen-like, stately; the oval of her face should be long, and not round, and her complexion should be pallid; colour in the cheeks made one look common. Her dark hair, too, pleased her; everything, in fact, save her eyes; they were of a nameless, agate-like hue, and she would have preferred them to be violet. That would have given her face the charm of unexpectedness, which she acknowledged was in itself a distinction. And Miss Ida loved everything that conduced to distinction, everything that flattered her pride with a sense of her own superiority. It seemed as if her motherās narrowness of nature had confined and shot, so to speak, all the passions and powers of the father into this one characteristic of the daughter. That her father had risen to influence and riches by his own ability did not satisfy her. She had always felt that the Hutchingses and the society to which they belonged, persons who had been well educated for generations, and who had always been more or less well off, formed a higher class. It was the longing to become one of them that had impelled her to study with might and main. Even in her school-days she had recognized that this was the road to social eminence. The struggle had been arduous. In the Puritan surroundings of middle-class life her want of religious training and belief had almost made a pariah of the proud, high-tempered girl, and when as a clever student of the University and a daughter of one of the richest and most powerful men in the State, she came into a circle that cared as little about Christian dogmas as she did, she attributed the comparative coolness with which her companions treated her, to her fatherās want of education, rather than to the true cause, her own domineering temper. As she had hated her childish playmates, who, instructed by their mothers, held aloof from the infidel, so she had grown to detest the associates of her girlhood, whose parents seemed, by virtue of manners and education, superior to hers. The aversion was acrid with envy, and had fastened from the beginning on her competitor as a student and her rival in beauty, Miss May Hutchings. Her animosity was intensified by the fact that, when they entered the Sophomore class together, Miss May had made her acquaintance, had tried to become friends with her, and then, for some inscrutable reason, had drawn coldly away. By dint of working twice as hard as May, Ida had managed to outstrip her, and to begin the Junior year as the first of the class; but all the while she was conscious that her success was due to labour, and not to a larger intelligence. And with the coming of the new professor of Greek, this superiority, her one consolation, was called in question.
Professor Roberts had brought about a revolution in the University. He was young and passionately devoted to his work; had won his Doctorās degree at Berlin summa cum laude, and his pupils soon felt that he represented a standard of knowledge higher than they had hitherto imagined as attainable, and yet one which, he insisted, was common in the older civilization of Europe. It was this nettling comparison, enforced by his mastery of difficulties, which first aroused the ardour of his scholars. In less than a year they passed from the level of youths in a high school to that of University students. On the best heads his influence was magical. His learning and enthusiasm quickened their reverence for scholarship, but it was his critical faculty which opened to them the world of art, and nerved them to emulation.
āUntil one realizes the shortcomings of a master,ā he said in a lecture, āit is impossible to understand him or to take the beauty of his works to heart. When Sophocles repeats himselfāthe Electra is but a feeble study for the Antigone, or possibly a feeble copy of itāwe get near the man; the limitations of his outlook are characteristic: when he deforms his Ajax with a tag of political partisanship, his servitude to surroundings defines his conscience as an artist; and when painting by contrasts he poses the weak Ismene and Chrysothemis as foils to their heroic sisters, we see that his dramatic power in the essential was rudimentary. Yet Mr. Matthew Arnold, a living English poet, writes that Sophocles āsaw life steadily and saw it whole.ā This is true of no man, not of Shakespeare nor of Goethe, much less of Sophocles or Racine. The phrase itself is as offensively out of date as the First Commandment.ā The bold, incisive criticism had a singular fascination for his hearers, who were too young to remark in it the crudeness that usually attaches to originality.
Miss Hutchings was the first of the senior students to yield herself to the new influence. In the beginning Miss Gulmore was not attracted by Professor Roberts; she thought him insignificant physically; he was neat of dress too, and ingenuously eager in mannerāall of which conflicted with her ideal of manhood. It was but slowly that she awoke to a consciousness of his merits, and her awakening was due perhaps as much to jealousy of May Hutchings as to the conviction that with Professor Roberts for a husband she would realize her social ambitions. Suddenly she became aware that May was passing her in knowledge of Greek, and was thus winning the notice of the man she had begun to look upon as worthy of her own choice. Ida at once addressed herself to the struggle with all the energy of her nature, but at first without success. It was evident that May was working as she had never worked before, for as the weeks flew by she seemed to increase her advantage. During this period Ida Gulmoreās pride suffered tortures; day by day she understood more clearly that the prize of her life was slipping out of reach. In mind and soul now she realized Robertsā daring and charm. With the intensified perceptions of a jealous woman, she sometimes feared that he sympathized with her rival. But he had not spoken yet; of that she was sure, and her conceit enabled her to hope desperately. A moment arrived when her hatred of May was sweetened by contempt. For some reason or other May was neglecting her work; when spoken to by the Professor her colour came and went, and a shyness, visible to all, wrapped her in confusion. Ida felt that there was no time to be lost, and increased her exertions. As she thought of her position she determined first to surpass her competitor, and then in some way or other to bring the Professor to speech. But, alas! for her plans. One morning she demonstrated her superiority with cruel clearness, only to find that Roberts, self-absorbed, did not notice her. He seemed to have lost the vivid interest in the work which aforetime had characterized him, and the happiness of the man was only less tell-tale than the pretty contentment and demure approval of all he said which May scarcely tried to conceal. Wild with fear, blinded by temper, Ida resolved to know the truth.
One morning when the others left the room she waited, busying herself apparently with some notes, till the Professor returned, as she knew he would, in time to receive the next class. While gathering up her books, she asked abruptly:
āI suppose I should congratulate you, Professor?ā
āI donāt think I understand you.ā
āYes, you do. Why lie? You are engaged to May Hutchings,ā and the girl looked at him with flaming eyes.
āI donāt know why you should ask me, or why I should answer, but we have no motive for concealmentāyes, I am.ā
His words were decisive; his reverence for May and her affection had been wounded by the insolent challenge, but before he finished speaking his manner became considerate. He was
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