The curate placed a chair for him, and the gate-keeper sat down. Helen seated herself a little way off in the window, pretending, or hardly more, to hem a handkerchief. Leopold’s big eyes went wandering from one to the other of the two men.
“What a horrible world it is!” was the thought that kept humming on like an evil insect in Helen’s heart. “I am sorry to see you suffer so much,” said Leopold kindly, for he heard the laboured breath of the little man, and saw the heaving of his chest.
“It does not greatly trouble me,” returned Polwarth. “It is not my fault, you see,” he added with a smile; “at least I don’t think it is.”
“You are happy to suffer without fault,” said Leopold. “It is because it is just that my punishment seems greater than I can bear.”
“You need God’s forgiveness in your soul.”
“I don’t see how that should do anything for me.”
“I do not mean it would take away your suffering; but it would make you able to bear it. It would be fresh life in you.”
“I can’t see why it should. I can’t feel that I have wronged God. I have been trying to feel it, Mr. Wingfold, ever since you talked to me. But I don’t know God, and I only feel what I have done to Emmeline. If I said to God, ‘Pardon me,’ and he said to me, ‘I do pardon you,’ I should feel just the same. What could that do to set anything right that I have set wrong? I am what I am, and what I ever shall be, and the injury which came from me, cleaves fast to her, and is my wrong wherever she is.”
“What use CAN it be to torture the poor boy so?” said Helen to herself.
The two men sat silent. Then Polwarth said:
“I doubt if there is any use in trying to feel. And no amount of trying could enable you to imagine what God’s forgiveness is like to those that have it in them. Tell me something more you do feel, Mr. Lingard.”
“I feel that I could kill myself to bring her back to life.”
“That is, you would gladly make amends for the wrong you have done her.”
“I would give my life, my soul, to do it.”
“And there is nothing you can do for it?”
“What is there that can be done?” answered Leopold. “It does seem hard that a man should be made capable of doing things that he is not made capable of undoing again.”
“It is indeed a terrible thought! And even the smallest wrong is, perhaps, too awful a thing for created being ever to set right again.”