But not the whole of our destiny.Hamlet, Prince of Denmark, was speculative and irresolute, and we have a great tragedy in consequence.But if his father had lived to a good old age, and his uncle had died an early death, we can conceive Hamlet's having married Ophelia and got through life with a reputation of sanity notwithstanding many soliloquies, and some moody sarcasms towards the fair daughter of Polonius, to say nothing of the frankest incivility to his father-in-law.
Maggie's destiny, then, is at present hidden, and we must wait for it to reveal itself like the course of an unmapped river: we only know that the river is full and rapid, and that for all rivers there is the same final home.Under the charm of her new pleasures, Maggie herself was ceasing to think, with her eager prefiguring imagination, of her future lot, and her anxiety about her first interview with Philip was losing its predominance:
perhaps, unconsciously to herself, she was not sorry that the interview had been deferred.
For Philip had not come the evening he was expected, and Mr Stephen Guest brought word that he was gone to the coast - probably, he thought, on a sketching expedition; but it was not certain when he would return.
It was just like Philip - to go off in that way without telling any one.
It was not until the twelfth day that he returned, to find both Lucy's notes awaiting him: he had left before he knew of Maggie's arrival.
Perhaps one had need to be nineteen again to be quite convinced of the feelings that were crowded for Maggie into those twelve days - of the length to which they were stretched for her by the novelty of her experience in them and the varying attitudes of her mind.The early days of an acquaintance almost always have this importance for us, and fill up a larger space in our memory than longer subsequent periods which have been less filled with discovery and new impressions.There were not many hours in those ten days in which Mr Stephen Guest was not seated by Lucy's side, or standing near her at the piano, or accompanying her on some out-door excursion: his attentions were clearly becoming more assiduous, and that was what every one had expected.
Lucy was very happy - all the happier because Stephen's society seemed to have become much more interesting and amusing since Maggie had been there.Playful discussions - sometimes serious ones - where going forward, in which both Stephen and Maggie revealed themselves, to the admiration of the gentle unobtrusive Lucy; and it more than once crossed her mind what a charming quartet they should have through life when Maggie married Philip.Is it an inexplicable thing that a girl should enjoy her lover's society the more for the presence of a third person, and be without the slightest spasm of jealousy that the third person had the conversation habitually directed to her? Not when that girl is as tranquil-hearted as Lucy, thoroughly possessed with a belief that she knows the state of her companions' affections, and not prone to the feelings which shake such a belief in the absence of positive evidence against it.Besides, it was Lucy by whom Stephen sate, to whom he gave his arm, to whom he appealed as the person sure to agree with him; and every day there was the same tender politeness towards her, the same consciousness of her wants and care to supply them.Was there really the same? - it seemed to Lucy that there was more, and it was no wonder that the real significance of the change escaped her.It was a subtle act of conscience in Stephen, that even he himself was not aware of.His personal attentions to Maggie were comparatively slight, and there had even sprung up an apparent distance between them that prevented the renewal of that faint resemblance to gallantry into which he had fallen the first day, in the boat.If Stephen came in when Lucy was out of the room - if Lucy left them together, they never spoke to each other: Stephen, perhaps, seemed to be examining books or music, and Maggie bent her head assiduously over her work.Each was oppressively conscious of the other's presence, even to the finger-ends.Yet each looked and longed for the same thing to happen the next day.Neither of them had begun to reflect on the matter, or silently to ask, `To what does all this tend?' Maggie only felt that life was revealing something quite new to her, and she was absorbed in the direct, immediate experience without any energy left for taking account of it, and reasoning about it.Stephen wilfully abstained from self-questioning, and would not admit to himself that he felt an influence which was to have any determining effect on his conduct.
And when Lucy came into the room again, they were once more unconstrained:
Maggie could contradict Stephen and laugh at him, and he could recommend to her consideration the example of that most charming heroine, Miss Sophia Western, who had a great `respect for the understandings of men.' Maggie could look at Stephen - which for some reason or other, she always avoided when they were alone, and he could even ask her to play his accompaniment for him, since Lucy's fingers were so busy with that bazaar-work; and lecture her on hurrying the tempo , which was certainly Maggie's weak point.
One day - it was the day of Philip's return - Lucy had formed a sudden engagement to spend the evening with Mrs Kenn, whose delicate state of health, threatening to become confirmed illness through an attack of bronchitis, obliged her to resign her functions at the coming bazaar into the hands of other ladies, of whom she wished Lucy to be one.The engagement had been formed in Stephen's presence, and he had heard Lucy promise to rise early and call at six o'clock for Miss Torry, who brought Mrs Kenn's request.
