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The Influence of Oscar Wilde on W.B. Yeats
Noreen Doody
The Influence of
Oscar Wilde on
W.B. Yeats
“An Echo of Someone Else’s Music”
Noreen Doody
Dublin City University
Dublin, Ireland
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Acknowledgements
Wilde and Yeats have been my companions now for many years—and have
never been dull company. Our first venture together was in my doctoral
thesis, which was where this book had its beginnings. Since then, the work
has been much expanded and greatly developed along its own lines to
become The Influence of Oscar Wilde on W.B. Yeats: “An Echo of Someone
Else’s Music”. During the process of writing this book, there have been
many who supported and encouraged me, and many who gave generously
of their wisdom and expertise, and others who brought good conversation
and fun to the enterprise. I would like to thank all of you, friends, stu-
dents, mentors and colleagues: Gerald Dawe, Terence Brown, Frank
McGuinness, Luke Smith, Eibhear Walshe, Brendan Kennelly, Darryl
Jones, Margaret Robson, Thomas Docherty, Nicholas Grene, Eiléan Ní
Chuilleanáin, John Scattergood, Frances Coghlan, Brenda Boyce, Nicky
Allen, Aaron Kelly, Sandrine Brisset, Ann Fallon, Cormac Lambe, Audrey
Baker, Alan English, James Kelly, Daire Keogh, Jonathan Williams,
Graham Price, Alan Graham, Stanley Van der Ziel, Joe Morris, Denis
O’Brien, Una Murray, J.D. Murphy, Imelda Dyas, Ronald Schuchard,
Alan Sinfield, Gillian Duffy, Andy Fitzsimons, James Heaney, Jarlath
Killeen, Emmanuel Vernadakis, Carle Bonafous-Murat, Wesley
Hutchinson, Orla NicAodha, Liam O’Dwyer, Mary Shine Thompson,
Martin Ward, Kevin Power, Nora Whyte, Richard Whyte, Brian Doody,
Danny Fagan, Lara Smith, Layla Fagan and Milo Smith.
I would like to thank my great friend, Declan Kiberd, for his encour-
agement and for the unfailing kindness that he has always shown to me. I
am grateful to him and to my friends and colleagues, Derek Hand and
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vi ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
P.J. Mathews, for the bright conversation, radical ideas and witty sponta-
neity of many a collegial meeting. I also offer my sincere thanks to my
friends and colleagues in the School of English, Dublin City University,
Sharon Murphy, Julie Anne Stevens, Jim Shanahan, Eugene McNulty,
Marina Carr, Claire Keegan and Louise O’Callaghan for their support and
for making my time as Head of English a sheer pleasure.
To my friend Merlin Holland, I owe a particular debt of gratitude for
his kind consideration throughout the writing of this work and for the
many interesting and informative discussions about his grandfather, Oscar
Wilde. I am also grateful to the late Anne Yeats for the many conversations
that I had with her and for welcoming me into her home and her father’s
library. I am indebted to Margaret Byrne for her friendship that has been
a constant source of encouragement during the writing of this book.
I would like to extend my gratitude to the librarians and staff of the
National Library of Ireland, Dublin; the Berkeley Library and Early
Printed Books, Trinity College, Dublin; the Cregan Library, St Patrick’s
Campus, Dublin City University; the British Library, London; and the
National Archives, Kew, for all of their help and expertise. I would also like
to gratefully acknowledge the generosity of the College Research
Committee of the former St Patrick’s College, Dublin City University, and
Graduate Studies, Trinity College Dublin for the welcome award of
research bursaries.
My sincere thanks to Palgrave Macmillan for accepting this book for
publication and to my editors, Vicky Bates and Tomas René, to the art
designers, and Dhanalakshmi Jayavel and the production team at Palgrave
for bringing this book into its final and elegant form. Thank you to the
readers at Palgrave for their careful reading of my manuscript and very
helpful comments and suggestions.
I am deeply indebted to my daughters, Chloë, Justine, Aude, Chantal
and Léan, for their love, belief and constant support. I offer my gratitude
to them for the many ways in which they have helped with this publication
and for the very many ways in which they have always been there for me.
I dedicate this book to my daughters as a small token of my love, admira-
tion and respect for each of them.
Contents
2 Establishing Influence 31
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viii CONTENTS
10 Conclusion 309
References 313
Index 331
SECTION I
From their first meeting in London in 1888, Oscar Wilde’s personal image
fascinated W.B. Yeats, and was catalytic in setting the workings of influ-
ence in motion. As a young man, Yeats was timid and introverted but he
had aspirations to rise beyond what he saw as his limitations and develop a
public persona that was more outgoing and self-assured. He saw Oscar
Wilde as the embodiment of social ease, and admired his flair, fluency and
style, perceiving him to be an apposite image for emulation. Both writers
shared much in common: both were Dublin men from Ireland and, besides
their mutual engagement with literature, politics and philosophy, they
were very much interested in Irish politics and cultural concerns. Many of
their friends and acquaintances were familiar to both writers. At the time
of their first meeting, Wilde was a more established man of letters than his
countryman who was in the early stages of his literary career, and Yeats
recalls in Autobiographies the powerful impact made on him by the bril-
liance of Wilde’s intellect and the persuasive charm of his personality.1
Wilde became a constant presence in Yeats’s imagination throughout his
creative life; as Katharine Worth observes: “Yeats could not get free of
Wilde, and often seems to be drawn even against his will towards him.”2
This book offers a reading of the powerful literary relationship between
these two great writers, Oscar Wilde (1854–1900) and W.B. Yeats
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891) in The Complete Works of Oscar
Wilde: Volume III, ed. Joseph Bristow, p. 183.
and that many minds can flow into one another, as it were, and create or
reveal a single mind, a single energy. 2: That the borders of our memories
are as ever shifting, and that our memories are part of one great memory,
the memory of Nature herself. 3: That this great mind and great memory
can be evoked by symbols.”19 So, by the early-twentieth century Yeats had
reached a point in his imaginative exploration where Wilde’s aesthetics
became of increasing benefit to him. Wilde’s symbolist drama, Salomé, and
Yeats’s reading of Wilde’s prose works furthered his philosophical specula-
tions and played a major role in facilitating the exploration and expression
of his metaphysical thinking.
Yeats’s philosophical thinking is systematized by the poet in his treatise,
A Vision (1925 and 1937). Yeats worked on the 1925 version of the text
during the early 1920s and he then revised the text for the version pub-
lished in 1937. Although the 1937 version contains some of the actual
content and the same principle ideas as the 1925 publication, only two of
the five books from the 1925 publication appear in the 1937 A Vision. A
Vision represents a vast undertaking by Yeats; in it he sets out a philosophi-
cal system that accounts for history, the movement from one civilization
to another, human psychology and an explanation of existence. While
Yeats published his completed philosophical system in A Vision in 1937,
he had been continuously working at and developing the concepts within
it in other earlier works, such as his play, The Player Queen (1908–1917),
and his philosophical text, Per Amica Silentia Lunae (1917). The Player
Queen in its many drafts and published form explores image, mask and
theories of civilization. The short thesis in Per Amica Silentia Lunae is an
important precursor text of A Vision and is made up of three parts: the first
is an introductory poem, “Ego Dominus Tuus”, which synthesizes the
thoughts on anti-self and mask that are discussed in the other two parts of
the treatise: “Anima Hominis” and “Anima Mundi”. In these texts, Yeats
negotiates the process through which he eventually arrives at his final sys-
tem. The imaginative ideas found in the texts reflect the system in the
making, and they are of as much importance as the completed system itself
as published in A Vision in discussing Wilde’s contribution to Yeats’s cre-
ative imagination. As Helen Vendler notes: “Poetic thinking cannot, and
does not, obliterate or disavow the reflections it engages in en route to its
arrival at a ‘solution’.”20
Mask and image are two of the basic concepts with which Yeats works
in arriving at his final philosophical position, and Yeats is very much
indebted to Wilde’s concepts for both of these entities. Yeats’s develop-
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ment of image and mask derive substance and direction from his earliest
meetings with Wilde and his lifelong acquaintance with Wilde’s work.21
Yeats alters, experiments with and develops Wilde’s concepts and, finally,
integrates them within his creative work—sometimes they are greatly
changed but often they carry within them strong elements of their former
signification; always, they have facilitated the evolutionary process in
Yeats’s thinking. Yeats first seriously played with Wilde’s speculations on
mask in his early drafts of The Player Queen; by the later drafts of the play,
Yeats developed the Wildean mask into the antithetical Yeatsian mask.22
Yeats’s creative transition from one mask to the other was enabled by fur-
ther ideas that Yeats appropriated from Wilde and which appear in his
philosophical treatise, Per Amica Silentia Lunae, which Yeats wrote
between finishing the first drafts of his play, The Player Queen (1910), and
the completion of its final version (1917). In this interchange between the
two writers we witness a powerful creative process at work: Wilde’s
thought fuels Yeats’s imagination and not only offers him initial concepts
but also facilitates the investigation and transmutation of those concepts.
Yeats continues to evolve and develop the idea of Mask until it becomes an
essential component within his thinking in A Vision.23 Although this later
incarnation of mask becomes “at root a different concept”, it importantly
retains “enough of its former traits to give a sense of A Vision’s continuity
with Yeats’s previous thought”.24 The final achievement of Mask in Yeats’s
system is in its contribution to the concept of Unity of Being, a fundamen-
tal tenet of his philosophical system. Yeats writes: “all unity is from the
Mask”,25 and Rory Ryan sees this sense of coherence of self as the most
important function of the Mask for Yeats.26
The drive towards Unity of Being is one of the central concerns of A
Vision. Unity of Being is a crucial concept in Yeats’s creative work; it is a
state of perfect harmony and equilibrium between the body, spiritual
desire and the intellect. Yeats uses the term, Unity of Being, in a very spe-
cific way in A Vision but he also uses it in his creative works quite “broadly
and always with the sense of a harmonious tension that transcends itself”.27
Wilde not only contributes his thinking on mask to the complex workings
of Yeats’s speculations on Unity of Being but he also provides him with
the apposite image for this ideal of perfection, the image of the dancer.
Image is a powerful factor within the Wilde/Yeats scene of influence
and Yeats benefits as much from Wilde’s concrete images as he does from
his intellectual concepts. Wilde believes image to be a powerful disseminator
of influence and Yeats agrees with his perception.28 Wilde’s influence on
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mechanisms, tropes and images.55 They describe how he sees the working
of the imagination in the creative process, as the later poet consciously and
unconsciously appropriates his precursor. Bloom’s revisionary ratios work
antithetically in pairs: in the first of these pairs, the later poet approves his
precursor’s work up to the point where he misreads him, swerves from the
text and rewrites it as he feels it ought to have been written. The third and
fourth ratios, Bloom explains as undoing the precursor’s sublime and
empowering the later poet at his expense, while in the fifth ratio, the later
poet truncates both his own and his precursor’s imaginings in a further
effort at individuation. Finally, the influenced writer establishes his own
counter sublime in developing a style which “captures and oddly retains
priority over their precursors”,56 so that time seems to be overturned and
the precursor appears to be imitating the later poet, a procedure that
Bloom describes as “transumption”. Bloom’s theory of influence is
detailed and cohesive, but it is also somewhat prescriptive.
There are many ways in which literary influence operates but, whatever
might be consigned to the patterns and workings of language, it is the
author who is central to the process of influence. Undoubtedly, texts draw
on other texts and contain uninvited fragments and concepts from other
texts, but literary influence is primarily concerned with the author and the
process of their creative consciousness. The individual author enters into a
pre-existing, ever-present literary tradition, and if, as Eliot suggests,57 this
circumstance limits the possibility of an original voice, yet it is still indi-
vidual authors who contribute to and perpetuate the tradition, and retain
the possibility of rendering something vital or extraordinary from the
material they find there.
Literary influence sheds light on a whole process of imaginative creativ-
ity; the passing on of influence questions the concept of an incommuni-
cable self; it demonstrates the dynamism of the precursor/later author
relationship in the acquisition, germination and creative conversion of
ideas. An important part of the legacy of a writer exists in the contribution
that their work makes to the formation of later writers; their ideas are
changed to various shapes and forms at each encounter with the creative
imaginations of subsequent writers. Literary influence allows the creative
conversation to continue; it gives artistic imagination the breadth of
infinity in which to expand and alter through many creative conscious-
nesses, along many diverse lines. Literary influence enables new cre-
ations—sometimes great, sometimes less so—depending on the material
available to and the imaginative ability of the later writer. Wilde illustrates
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Writers move upon other writers not as genial successors but as violent
expropriators, knocking down established boundaries to seize by the force
of youth, or of age, what they require. They do not borrow, they
override.60
fesses that what he has done to the poem is no more than “what he himself
[Oscar Wilde] would have done”.69 This statement combines agonistic
usurpation with the interested critique of an irenic apologist. Wilde, as
author, seems peripheral to Yeats’s creative restructuring of his work;
Yeats’s attempts to perfect his precursor implies, despite his conscious
intentions, his own creative superiority. Thus, although the aim might be
irenic, its consequence is Yeats’s empowerment. Although, unquestion-
ably, there is an irenic process of influence at work in this particular scene
of influence alongside an agonistic movement, influence whether irenic or
agonistic in its orientation always implies admiration and appropriation
either by the “kiss” or by the “sword”.70 Whatever the procedure, it seems
that the process of influence empowers the later poet and leaves the pre-
cursor vanquished or, at least somewhat diminished. Oscar Wilde depicts
influence as always weakening the precursor71 and Harold Bloom endorses
this position; Yeats’s contention in his final play, The Death of Cuchulain,
seems apposite: “There must be severed heads.”72
The line of critical investigation that relies on Yeats’s admiration and
concern for Wilde prompts possible Freudian family readings. There has
been a lot of excellent work done in the critical exploration of gender and
sexuality in the late-nineteenth century73 and such readings would
undoubtedly be of some relevance. Eibhear Walshe writes that “Yeats’s
reaction to Wilde’s disgrace was one of enlightened sympathy and sup-
port.”74 Elizabeth Cullingford maintains that Yeats “always sympathized
with homosexual men like Wilde” and, for the most part, he publicly dis-
seminated a wide and inclusive outlook on sexual practice, suggesting that
“individuals should cultivate the broadest kind of sympathies”.75 However,
Yeats seems to have been personally heterosexual while Wilde seems to
have been more homosexually orientated. Although much could possibly
be discerned about the complexities and fluidity of gender that would
contribute an interesting view of this relationship, such a contribution
does not form part of this current study of literary influence.
Influence proceeds at both a conscious and unconscious level—accord-
ing to Bloom the strength of a text is the text that it represses: “Where
repression is an unconsciously powerful forgetting in and by the psyche, a
poetic text does curious tricks, odd turnings that render the unconscious
only another trope as the poem both forgets to remember and remembers
to forget.”76 Yeats’s conscious interest in Wilde’s work extends to his com-
prehensive reading of Wilde’s texts and books related to Wilde both dur-
ing and after Wilde’s lifetime. He closely followed Wilde’s artistic
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development and recognized the maturing of his art in his play, The
Importance of Being Earnest. Yeats acclaimed Wilde’s brilliance and credits
him with some of the concepts that would become so important in his
own creative consciousness, such as Wilde’s juxtapositioning of the images
of Christ and Caesar in his essay, “The Decay of Lying.”77 In 1907, Yeats
published a preface to The Happy Prince and Other Stories in which he
openly praised the profundity of Wilde’s thought and admired the intel-
lectual strength of his prose poem, “The Doer of Good”, naming it “one
of the best stories in the world”.78 Some years later Yeats experimented
with this poem of Wilde’s, converting it into a play, Calvary. Yeats pub-
licly documented his great admiration for Wilde’s poem and made no
attempt to disguise the artistic relation of Calvary to its source. Admission
of influence runs contrary to the Bloomian theory of anxiety of influence
that is in evidence throughout so much of the Wilde/Yeats literary rela-
tionship, and indicates the unmappable element of individual conscious-
ness at play within the parameters of influence. The diametrically opposed
positions of the agnostic and irenic process of influence are mediated by
Yeats’s individual consciousness, an entity that escapes the rigidity of any
one theory. Wilde proposes individualism as the dynamic of artistic cre-
ation79 and Yeats bears out this concept in his particular approach to the
influence of Oscar Wilde.80
This book is divided into three major sections that trace the develop-
ment of Wilde’s influence on Yeats. Section One, “Influence and Identity”,
focuses on the period 1888–1895. This section explores how socio-historic
elements contribute to the influential effect that Wilde had on Yeats, and
takes in their personal relationship, nationality and historical context as
factors affecting the scene of influence. Section Two, “Mask and Image”,
spans the years 1888–1917, and deals with the major contribution that
Wilde’s thinking on mask and image makes to Yeats’s development of
these vital components within his own aesthetic theories. The chapters in
this section trace and explore the process by which Wilde’s theories on
mask becomes Yeats’s antithetical mask, and suggest the ways in which
Wilde affected Yeats’s thinking on image, not alone through his ideas but
also by means of the image that Wilde presents of himself in his prison let-
ter, De Profundis. Central to an understanding of the progression of
Yeats’s reflections on mask and image are his manuscripts for The Player
Queen, and this section relies heavily on readings of this primary source
material. The final section, “Salomé: Symbolism, Dance and Theories of
Being”, is the largest section of the book and covers a substantial portion
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Notes
1. W.B. Yeats, The Collected Works of W. B. Yeats. Volume III: Autobiographies,
ed. William H. O’Donnell, Douglas N. Archibald, J. Fraser Cocks III,
Gretchen L. Schwenker (New York: Scribner, 1999), pp. 124; 223.
2. Worth, Katharine, The Irish Drama of Europe from Yeats to Beckett (New
York: Bloomsbury, 2014), p. 115.
3. T.S. Eliot, “Reflections on Contemporary Poetry” in The Egoist, VI (July,
1919), 39–40.
4. See also on this theme, Philip L. Marcus, Yeats and Artistic Power (New
York: New York University Press, 1992).
5. “The ethic of ‘good’ writing derives from the concluding paragraphs of
Walter Pater’s essay, ‘Style’, in Appreciations (1889), and echoes Wilde’s
observations in the preface of The Picture of Dorian Gray (1891): that ‘the
morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium’, and
that there ‘is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well
written or badly written. That is all.’” Note 5 in The Collected Letters of
W.B. Yeats Vol. II: 1896–1900, ed. Warwick Gould, John Kelly and Deirdre
Toomey (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1997), p. 209.
6. See Letter to Richard Ashe King, 5 August [1897] and Note 6, in The
Collected Letters of W.B. Yeats Vol. II: 1896–1900, ed. Warwick Gould, John
Kelly and Deirdre Toomey, p. 130. All references to the letters of W.B. Yeats
(1896–1907) are from the four published volumes of the Oxford University
Press series, The Collected Letters of W.B. Yeats. The letters from subsequent
years are from Allan Wade’s, The Letters of W.B. Yeats, ed. Allan Wade
(London: Rupert Hart-Davis, 1954), or as otherwise specified.
7. Virginia Hyde, “W. B. Yeats’s Talismanic Book: The Secret Rose” in The
1890s: British Literature, Art, and Culture, ed. G. A. Cevasco (New York
and London: Garland Publishing Co., 1993), p. 539.
8. W.B Yeats, Autobiographies. The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats. Volume III,
ed. William H. O’Donnell, Douglas N. Archibald, J. Fraser Cocks III,
Gretchen L. Schwenker, p. 224.
9. Interestingly, John Paul Riquelme shows that Wilde’s play is similarly sig-
nificant for T.S. Eliot: “Salomé had a particularly intense effect on Eliot.”
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22. W.B. Yeats, The Player Queen, Ms. 8764, National Library of Ireland (Cited
in subsequent references as: N.L.I). “W.B. Yeats Papers: The Player Queen –
11 folders and some notebooks”. The manuscripts are labelled i–xi on
micro-film 7492.
23. For a searching exposition of Yeats’s dealings with mask, see Warwick
Gould, “The Mask before The Mask” in Yeats’s Mask: Yeats Annual No. 19.
Vol. 19. (Open Book Publishers, 2013). JSTOR, www.jstor.org/stable/j.
ctt5vjtxj.
24. Neil Mann, “The Mask of A Vision” in Yeats Annual No. 19. A Special
Edition, ed. Margaret Mills Harper and Warwick Gould, Open Book
Publishers, 2013, p. 167.
http://books.openedition.org/obp/1397.
25. W.B. Yeats, A Vision: The Revised 1937edition. The Collected Works of
W.B. Yeats Vol. XIV, ed. Catherine E. Paul and Margaret Mills Harper
(New York: Scribner, 2015), p. 61.
26. Rory Ryan, “The Is and the Ought, the Knower and the Known: An
Analysis of the Four Faculties in Yeats’s System” in W. B. Yeats’s “A Vision”:
Explications and Contexts, ed. Neil Mann, Matthew Gibson, and Claire
Nally (Clemson, SC: Clemson University Digital Press, 2012), p. 28.
27. Neil Mann, “The Thirteenth Cone”, note100, in W. B. Yeats’s “A Vision”:
Explications and Contexts, ed. Neil Mann, Matthew Gibson, and Claire
Nally, p.192.
28. W.B. Yeats, Autobiographies. The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Vol. III, ed.
William H. O’Donnell and Douglas N. Archibald, p. 215. Oscar Wilde,
“The Decay of Lying” in The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Volume IV:
Criticism: Historical Criticism, Intentions, The Soul of Man ed. Josephine
M. Guy (Oxford: Oxford University Press, 2007), p. 91.
29. Letter “To Lady Elizabeth Pelham”, “Jan. 4, 1939”, The Letters of
W.B. Yeats, ed. Allan Wade, p. 922.
30. Stan Smith, W.B. Yeats: A Critical Introduction (Basingstoke: Palgrave
Macmillan, 1990), p. 63.
31. Helen Vendler, Poets Thinking: Pope, Whitman, Dickinson, Yeats, p. 93.
32. W.B. Yeats, A Vision: The Revised 1937edition. The Collected Works of
W.B. Yeats Vol. XIV. Eds., Catherine E. Paul and Margaret Mills Harper,
p. 178.
33. Richard Ellmann, Oscar Wilde (London: Hamish Hamilton Ltd., 1985),
p. 286.
34. See: George Bornstein, “Yeats and Romanticism” in The Cambridge
Companion to W. B. Yeats, ed. Marjorie Elizabeth Howes, John Kelly
(Cambridge: Cambridge University Press), 2006; George Bornstein, Yeats
and Shelley (Chicago: Chicago University Press, 1970); Gibson, Matthew.
Yeats, Coleridge and the Romantic Sage (London: Macmillan Press, 2000).
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35. W.B. Yeats, “Prometheus Unbound” in The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats,
Vol. V: Later Essays, ed. William H. O’Donnell (New York: Scribners,
1994), p.122.
36. See: The Cambridge Companion to W. B. Yeats, ed. Marjorie Elizabeth
Howes, John Kelly; Elizabeth Loiseaux, Yeats and the Visual Arts (New
York: Syracuse University Press, 2003); David Holdeman, The Cambridge
Introduction to W.B. Yeats (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2006).
37. Wayne Chapman, Yeats and the English Renaissance (Basingstoke: Palgrave
Macmillan, 1991).
38. See David Holdeman, The Cambridge Introduction to W.B. Yeats.
39. See A. Norman Jeffares and A.S. Knowland, A Commentary on the Collected
Plays of W.B. Yeats (London: Macmillan, 1975); Katharine Worth, Oscar
Wilde (London: Macmillan, 1983); Frank Kermode, The Romantic Image
(1957; rpt. London: Routledge, 2001); T.R. Henn, The Lonely Tower:
Studies in the Poetry of W.B. Yeats (London: Methuen, 1950); Michael
Steinman, Yeats’s Heroic Figures: Wilde, Parnell, Swift, Casement (New
York: SUNY, 1983); Sylvia Ellis, The Plays of W.B. Yeats: Yeats and the
Dancer (Basingstoke: Macmillan, 1995). Judit Nényei, Thought Outdanced:
The Motif of Dancing in Yeats and Joyce (Budapest: Akademiai Kiado, April
2003). John Paul Riquelme, “Shalom/Solomon/Salomé: Modernism and
Wilde’s Aesthetic Politics” (Centennial Review 39:3 (Fall 1995): 575–
610). McAteer, Michael, Yeats and European Drama (Cambridge:
Cambridge University Press, 2010).
40. See for example, David Holdeman’s sound critical assertion: “Yeats, whose
use of the mask metaphor owes much to Wilde.” However, no elaboration
of the insight follows. The Cambridge Introduction to W.B. Yeats, p. 54.
John Paul Riquelme states, “In playing down Wilde’s place in his develop-
ment as an artist while stealing from him, Yeats is applying torque and
perpetrating a double act of intellectual violence.” Riquelme’s focus is on
Eliot and Wilde so he does not pursue this topic further. “T. S. Eliot’s
Ambiviolences: Oscar Wilde as Masked Precursor” in The Hopkins Review,
p. 360. https://doi.org/10.1353/thr.2012.0060.
41. Richard Ellmann, “The Critic as Artist as Wilde” in Oscar Wild edited and
introduced by Harold Bloom (New York: Chelsea house, 1983), p. 92.
42. Noreen Doody, “Precursor and Ephebe: Oscar Wilde, Harold Bloom and
the Theory of Poetry as Influence” in Barcelona English Language and
Literature Studies, eds., Mireia Aragay and Jacqueline Hurtley (Barcelona:
Universitat de Barcelona, 2000), pp. 25–31.
43. Bloom writes: “The guide in that dark region of the will is … Nietzsche …
where our ultimate gratitude to art in ‘the cult of the untrue’ falls short of
the magnificence of Oscar Wilde’s ‘Decay of Lying’”. However, despite
Wilde’s “magnificence”, Bloom allows greater intellectual weight to
Nietzsche; he repeats this pattern in respect of Wilde and Walter Pater.
Agon (New York: Oxford University Press, 1982), pp. 31, 18.
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44. Frank Kermode, Romantic Image (1957; rpt. 2001); Richard Ellmann,
Eminent Domain (New York: Oxford University Press, 1967). See also,
Oscar Wilde (London: Hamish Hamilton, 1987); Yeats: The Man and the
Masks (New York: 1948; rpt. Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1979); The
Identity of Yeats (London: Macmillan, 1954) and Four Dubliners (New
York: George Brazillier Inc., 1988).
George Yeats, according to her daughter, Anne Yeats, called Ellmann,
“the first of the seekers” (Personal communication).
45. Richard Ellmann, Eminent Domain, pp. 16–21.
46. Terence Brown, The Life of W.B. Yeats, p. 31.
47. R. Allen Cave, “Staging Salomé’s Dance in Wilde’s play and Strauss’s
Opera” in Refiguring Oscar Wilde’s Salome, ed. Michael Y. Bennett
(Amsterdam: Rodopi, 2011); Vicki Mahaffey, States of Desire: Wilde, Yeats,
Joyce, and the Irish Experiment; Katharine Worth, The Irish Drama of
Europe from Yeats to Beckett; Sylvia C. Ellis, The Plays of W.B. Yeats: Yeats
and the Dancer (New York: St. Martin’s Press, 1995). Gregory Dobbins,
Lazy Idle Schemers: Irish Modernism and the Cultural Politics of Idleness
(Field Day Files Book 6) Field Day, 2015 (Kindle edition).
48. See also Douglas N. Archibald, “Yeats’s Encounters: Observations on
Literary Influence and Literary History” in New Literary History, Vol. 1,
No. 3, History and Fiction (Spring, 1970), p. 443.
49. Susan Stanford Friedman. “Weavings: Intertextuality and the (Re)Birth of
the Author” in ed. Jay Clayton and Eric Rothstein, Influence and
Intertextuality in Literary History (Wisconsin; University of Wisconsin,
1992), p. 154.
50. Julia Kristeva, “Word, Dialog and Novel” in The Kristeva Reader, ed. Toril
Moi (New York: Columbia University Press, 1986), p. 37.
51. Roland Barthes, Entry for “Texte (théorie du)” in Encyclopédie Universalis.
Paris, 1973. http://www.universalis.fr/.
tout texte est un intertexte; d’autres textes sont présents en lui, à des
niveaux variables, sous des formes plus ou moins reconnaissables … un
tissu nouveau de citations révolues. Passent dans le texte, redistribués,
en lui des morceaux de codes, des formules, des modèles rythmiques,
des fragments de langages sociaux, etc.
52. Ibid., “L’intertexte est un champ général de formules anonymes, dont
l’origine est rarement repérable, de citations inconscientes ou automa-
tiques, données sans guillemets.”
53. Harold Bloom, The Anxiety of Influence (New York: Oxford University
Press, 1973), p. 95.
54. Harold Bloom, A Map of Misreading (New York: Oxford University Press,
1975), p. 77.
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55. Bloom has named these revisionary ratios which he sees as characterizing
poetic influence: Clinamen, Tessera, Kenosis, Daemonization, Askesis and
Aphophrades in The Anxiety of Influence.
56. Harold Bloom. Anxiety of Influence, p. 141.
57. Eliot, Thomas Stearns, “Tradition and the Individual Talent” in The Sacred
Wood: Essays on Poetry and Criticism (London: Faber and Faber, 1997),
pp. 39–49.
58. Robbie Ross, “A Note on Salomé” in Salomé: A Tragedy in One Act
(London: John Lane, The Bodley Head, 1907), p. xviii.
In “The Critic as Artist”, Wilde suggests that a text under criticism acts
as a lift-off point for the critic into his own creative work. The critic, Wilde
proposes, in taking his inspiration from the text, stands in the same relation
to it as the artist does to his subject matter. Wilde’s stance on criticism can
be equally applied to literary influence in relation to the later poet’s
response to a precursor text (Oscar Wilde, “The Critic as Artist” in The
Complete Works of Oscar Wilde: Volume IV: Criticism: Historical Criticism,
Intentions, The Soul of Man, ed. Josephine M. Guy, pp. 153, 159).
59. Eliot, Thomas Stearns, The Sacred Wood: Essays on Poetry and Criticism,
p. 105.
60. Richard Ellmann, Eminent Domain, p. 3.
61. Trans.: “In literature it is always necessary to kill one’s father”. William
Rothenstein, Men and Memories: Recollections of William Rothenstein,
1872–1900 (New York: Coward-McCann, Incorporated, 1935), p. 184.
62. Mihai Spariosu, A Wreath of Wild Olives: Play, Liminality, and the Study of
Literature (New York: State of University of New York Press, 1997),
p. 303. Spariosu believes that the irenic has yet to be established and put in
place as the actual working principle of human relations and suggests that
one way of doing this is through the liminal worlds created by literature.
Liminal worlds are contingent on the actual and the imaginary and provide
thresholds or passageways into alternative worlds. In these worlds ludic
possibilities and possibilities of being and doing exist.
63. Christopher Ricks, “A Theory of Poetry, and Poetry”. Review of Harold
Bloom’s, Poetry and Repression: Revisionism from Blake to Stevens, in
“Books”, New York Times, 14th March 1976. Bloom’s theories have been
questioned by other critics, notably for the exclusionary patriarchal style in
which he presents The Anxiety of Influence. Nevertheless, as observed by
J. Andrew Brown “While we can question Bloom’s choices of language
and allegory, we must continue to deal with their deeper theoretical impli-
cations.” The critical response of Gilbert and Gubar to Bloom’s theory of
influence was its revision into a more positive, feminist theory the “Anxiety
of Authorship”. In dealing with two male authors, however, Bloom’s the-
ory is a valuable tool of enquiry. J. Andrew Brown, “Feminine Anxiety of
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75. Edwards, Jason, “The generation of the green carnation: sexual degenera-
tion, the representation of male homosexuality and the limits of Yeats’s
sympathy” in Modernist Sexualities, ed. Hugh Stevens and Caroline
Stephens (Manchester: Manchester University Press), 2000.
76. Harold Bloom, Agon: Towards a Theory of Revisionism, p. 226.
77. W.B. Yeats, Autobiographies. The Collected Works of W.B. Yeats Vol. III. ed.
William H. O’Donnell and Douglas N. Archibald, p. 215.
78. W.B. Yeats, “Introduction”, The Happy Prince and Other Fairy Tales. Vol.
III of The Complete Works of Oscar Wilde (New York: A.R. Keller, 1907),
pp. ix–xvi. Rpt., “Wilde: The Happy Prince” in The Collected Works of
W.B. Yeats, Volume VI: Prefaces and Introductions, ed. William
H. O’Donnell (London: Macmillan, 1988), p. 150.
79. Oscar Wilde, “The Soul of Man Under Socialism” in The Complete Works
of Oscar Wilde: Volume IV: Criticism: Historical Criticism, Intentions, The
Soul of Man, ed. Josephine M. Guy, p. 250.
80. Bloom, despite the rigidity of his theory of influence, fully endorses the
autonomous and dynamic agency of individual consciousness in the critical
process when he states: “The only critical wisdom I know is that there is no
method except yourself.” Harold Bloom in Imre Salusinszky, Criticism in
Society: Interviews with Jacques Derrida, Northrop Frye, Harold Bloom,
Geoffrey Hartman, Frank Kermode, Edward Said, Barbara Johnson, Frank
Lentricchia and J. Hills Miller (London: Methuen, 1987), p. 67.
81. Harold Bloom, Anxiety of Influence (New York: Oxford University Press,
1973); A Map of Misreading (New York: Oxford University Press, 1975);
Poetry of Repression (New Haven (Conn.): Yale University Press, 1976);
Agon (New York and Oxford: Oxford University Press, 1982). The
Anatomy of Influence: Literature as a Way of Life (New Haven, CT: Yale
University Press, 2011).
82. W.B. Yeats, Introduction to A Vision in A Packet for Ezra Pound (Dundrum:
Cuala, 1929), p. 32.
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Establishing Influence
Besides the conflict in his creative and family life, Yeats was also perplexed
by what he saw as his personal inadequacies: he was constantly struggling
against his extreme timidity and attempting to correct his lack of poise and
self-possession. The young man desperately desired to remake his image
and create a persona more in keeping with his concept of what a poet
should be. Wilde’s image polarized for Yeats his own want of form and
unsettled state of being and when Yeats comes to record in his autobiog-
raphy, A First Draft (1917), the significance of Wilde within his creative
life, he vividly recalls the image of assurance and intellectual agility that
Wilde presented in 1888 and the indelible impression that Wilde’s intel-
ligence and his “dominating self-possession” made upon him.7
Yeats became a regular visitor in the 1880s at the Wildes’s home in Tite
Street, Chelsea where Wilde lived with his wife, Constance, and their two
small boys, Cyril and Vyvyan. The two writers had many shared interests
and were not lacking in subjects of conversation. Literary, political and
cultural issues were topics on which they exchanged views, as was the sub-
ject of aesthetics. Magic was also an area of interest: Wilde once described
to Yeats an interesting formula he had found in a book of magic, telling
him: “If you carve a Cerberus upon an emerald, and put it in the oil of a
lamp and carry it into a room where your enemy is, two new heads will
come upon his shoulders and all three devour one another.”8 Both being
from Dublin, Yeats and Wilde knew many people in common and the
conversation, interspersed with Dublin wit and humour, would often turn
to the latest stories from home, mutual acquaintances and the political
situation in Ireland. Mutual acquaintances included the writer, George
Moore; revolutionary and former Sligo neighbour of Yeats, Constance
Markievicz, who on a trip from Dublin stayed some days in the Wilde’s
home; writer and business manager of the Lyceum Theatre, Bram Stoker—
husband to Wilde’s former Dublin girlfriend, the actress Florence
Balcombe. Yeats was quick to share Wilde’s literary quips with his young
friends and relayed to Katharine Tynan Wilde’s amusing remark concern-
ing the Scottish writer, William Sharpe alias Fiona MacLeod: “Have you
heard Oscar’s last good thing. He says Sharps [sic] motto should be Acutis
decensus averni (sharp is the descent into Hell). The phrase as you know
begins in the orthodox way Facilis (easy).”9 Views on art and the artist
were exchanged between the two writers, and issues of Irish literature and
culture discussed. Wilde and Yeats were knowledgeable on the subject of
the Irish literary tradition. They were conscious of the elevated position of
the poet in early times in Ireland as second only to the king, and the even-
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tion of the day, Home Rule for Ireland was the dominant topic of conver-
sation and political concern in Ireland and Britain of the 1890s and was of
particular interest to Yeats and Wilde. Wilde was a committed Home Rule
supporter and was friendly with many of the advocates for Home Rule in
the Irish Parliamentary Party whose leader, Charles Stewart Parnell, he
knew personally and greatly admired. Both Wilde and Yeats agreed that
many of the Irish politicians of the day were men of fine calibre, “excellent
talkers, genial and friendly men, with memories enriched by country
humour, much half sentimental, half practical philosophy” and “poetical
feeling”.20 Yeats was of the opinion that these men were out of the ordi-
nary and believed in their cause because it was one that so many in earlier
times had died for and for which they themselves had gone to jail. Yeats
recalls Wilde telling him, “I have just told Mahaffy that it is a party of men
of genius.”21
Indeed, Wilde was a member of The Eighty Club, a “Liberal political
organization founded for the promotion of Liberalism within the House
of Commons and among the British electorate”.22 He joined the Eighty
Club in 1887 and throughout the years that he and Yeats were most
friendly, 1888–1891, he was an active member in the political and social
events of the club. As Thomas Wright and Paul Kinsella point out, “by
joining [this club], Wilde publically declared his approval of the position
on Irish constitutional independence arrived at by the Liberal leader
William Gladstone in the winter of 1885/6”,23 and clearly demonstrated
his “obdurate support for Home Rule” for Ireland.24 As early as 1882,
Wilde had emphatically declared his position as a Home Ruler and his
understanding of the current state of Irish politics in a newspaper article in
the St. Louis Globe.25 His determination to hear Parnell speak on the
topic of “The Irish Question” at a dinner at the Eighty Club in the sum-
mer of his first meeting with Yeats (1888), demonstrates his continuing
commitment to this cause.26
Yeats, too was a keen supporter of Parnell, believing him to be a galva-
nizing force, a person whose image alone emanated immense power in
Ireland. Like Wilde, he also engaged in activities to support Home Rule,
which included attending social events aimed at raising funds for the
Home Rule enterprise. Yeats describes one such occasion at which he and
Wilde and his wife were present, and indicates also the sometimes
ambiguous nature of these events: “I was at a big ‘Home Rule’ party at a
Mrs. Hancok’s Saturday. … all these good English Home Rule people
how they do patronise Ireland and the Irish. As if we were some new sort
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of deserving poor for whom bazaars and such like should be got up. Yet
they are really in earnest on this Home Rule question I think.”27 In late
1888 and the Spring of 1889, Wilde attended several sessions of the
Parnell Commission, a commission that was set up to investigate charges
of condoning political violence made against Parnell and the Home Rule
party. Parnell was exonerated. Wilde’s interest in the case was such that he
acquired the 35-volume commission report for his library on its publica-
tion in February 1890.28 “Wilde also celebrated Parnell’s exoneration by
attending an Eighty Club dinner at Willis’s Rooms on the 8th of March
1889, organized partly in honour of ‘the Chief’.”29 Wilde’s brother, Willie
Wilde, had covered the case as a leader writer for The Daily Telegraph.
Parnell was the subject of a major public scandal in late 1890 when his
long- term relationship with Katharine O’Shea was made public in the
divorce proceedings taken out by her husband, Captain O’Shea. Tom
Wright and Paul Kinsella contend that Wilde’s words against English pub-
lic opinion in his political essay “The Soul of Man under Socialism”, pub-
lished in the February 1891 issue of the Liberal periodical The Fortnightly
Review, can only be read as “an indictment of Parnell’s oppressors”:
The timing of this essay, early 1891, and Wilde’s palpably, personal
anger does indeed indicate that he has the leader of the Irish Parliamentary
Party in mind when he wrote these words. Wilde’s impassioned response
to Parnell’s tragedy reflects his admiration for the man and for his political
magnitude that was met in equal measure by Yeats. Parnell was an emblem-
atic figure for Yeats, someone “who would preoccupy Yeats all his life and
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collection and had been of great help to Yeats in the preparation of the
book. Yeats was well acquainted with Lady Wilde and was a regular
attendee at her “at homes” from the summer of 1888, and wrote a review
of her book, Ancient Cures, for The Scots Observer, in March 1890.40
Yeats felt relaxed and at home in Wilde’s family, even telling fairy stories
to the children, unfortunately his enthusiasm was so strong on one occa-
sion that he frightened Wilde’s small son, Cyril, in describing the fero-
ciousness of a large giant. Yeats writes of his memory of the “little velveteen
figure”41 fleeing in tears from the room while his father looked down in
disappointment at the storyteller. The young Yeats disliked his hero’s dis-
approval and describes how he once asked Wilde for literary gossip for
some newspaper job the impecunious young man hoped to secure. Wilde
met his request with curt words of refusal and let him know that such a
position was beneath contempt. Yeats incurred Wilde’s censure on another
visit to Tite Street when he sported a pair of fashionable unpolished leather
shoes, the shoes, which were sub-standard, glowed yellow rather than
looking like the unpolished leather that they simulated and were met with
a glance of silent distaste from the suave Wilde. However, Yeats’s gauche-
ness did not take away from him the security that he felt in his friendship
with Wilde nor did it weaken the feeling of kinship between them.
Yeats found in Wilde the tremendous kindness to which so many of his
friends and acquaintances have testified, among them author and critic
George Slythe Street who said of him: “This was a humane man, generous
to his friends, placable to his enemies.”42 The Scottish writer and politi-
cian, R.B. Cunninghame Graham, was yet another of Wilde’s associates to
endorse this view of him: “I most remember his great kindliness. It is the
greatest quality in man.”43 Alfred Douglas also admitted of Wilde: “He
was the kindest chap.”44 Poet, Katharine Tynan, was impressed too by this
quality of Wilde’s and speaking of her first meeting with him at his moth-
er’s house declared that “then and always I found him pleasant, kind and
interested”.45 Althea Gyles, the Irish artist, praised Wilde to Yeats, saying:
“He was so kind, nobody ever lived who was so kind.”46 Wilde’s
consideration meant a good deal to Yeats coming as it did in those early
years of his twenties, when unsure, awkward, uncomfortable in London
and harassed by family troubles, he first came upon Oscar Wilde. Yeats
recalled this period of his life some years later when first he heard of
Wilde’s court action: “I remember that I spoke that night of Wilde’s kind-
ness to myself.”47 Yeats was a young man who had great need of under-
standing—in his early twenties he often came away from literary meetings
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CHAPTER IX.
"What begins now?"
"Happiness
Such as the world contains not."
Faunce wrote to Lady Perivale on his arrival in town, and told her the
result of his journey briefly, and without detail. She might make her
mind easy. The woman who resembled her would be found. He was
on her track, and success was only a question of time.
Grace read the letter to Susan Rodney, who was dining with her that
evening. She had been in much better spirits of late, and Sue
rejoiced in the change, but did not suspect the cause. She had gone
to her own den at the back of her house when Grace left her, and
had not seen the carriage standing by the park gate, nor had the
interview in the park come to her knowledge. Her friend, who
confided most things to her, was reticent here. She attributed Lady
Perivale's cheerfulness to a blind faith in Faunce the detective.
The season was drawing towards its close. Lady Morningside's white
ball had been a success, all the prettiest people looking their
prettiest in white frocks, and the banks of gloxinias in the hall and
staircase and supper-rooms being a thing to rave about. The London
season was waning. The Homburg people and the Marienbad
people were going or gone. The yachting people were rushing about
buying stores, or smart clothes for Cowes. The shooting people were
beginning to talk about their grouse moors.
"Sue, we must positively go somewhere," Grace said. "Even you
must be able to take a holiday within an hour of London; and you
may be sure I shan't go far while I have this business on hand. You
will come with me, won't you, Sue? I am beginning to sicken of
solitude."
"I shall love to come, if you are near enough for me to run up to town
once or twice a week. I have three or four pig-headed pupils who
won't go away when I want them; but most of my suburbans are
packing their golf clubs for Sandwich, Cromer, or North Berwick."
"You will come! That's capital! I shall take a house on the river
between Windsor and Goring."
"Make it as near London as you can."
"If you are good it shall be below Windsor, even if the river is not so
pretty there as it is at Wargrave or Taplow. I want to be near London,
for Mr. Faunce's convenience. I hope he will have news to bring me.
I wrote to beg him to call to-morrow morning—I want to know what
discoveries he made in Algiers."
People who have twenty thousand a year, more or less, seldom have
to wait for things. Lady Perivale drove to a fashionable agent in
Mount Street next morning, and stated her wishes; and the
appearance of her victoria and servants, and the fact that she made
no mention of price, indicated that she was a client worth having.
The agent knew of a charming house on a lovely reach of the river
near Runnymede—gardens perfection, stables admirable, boat-
house spacious, and well provided with boats at the tenant's
disposal. Unluckily, he had let it the day before; but he hoped that
little difficulty might be got over. He would offer his client a villa
further up the river. He would write to Lady Perivale next morning.
The little difficulty was got over. The client, actual or fictitious, was
mollified, and Lady Perivale took the house for a month at two
hundred guineas, on the strength of a water-colour sketch. She sent
some of her servants to prepare for her coming, and she and Susan
Rodney were installed there at the end of the week.
The house and gardens were almost as pretty as they looked in
water-colour, though the river was not quite so blue, and the roses
were not quite so much like summer cabbages as the artist had
made them. There were a punt and a couple of good skiffs in the
boat-house; and Lady Perivale and her friend, who could both row,
spent half their days on the river, where Grace met some of those
quondam friends whom she had passed so often in the park; met
and passed them with unalterable disdain, though sometimes she
thought she saw a little look of regret, an almost appealing
expression in their faces, as if they were beginning to think they
might have been too hasty in their conclusions about her.
One friend she met on the river whom she did not pretend to scorn.
On the second Saturday afternoon a skiff flashed past her through
the July sunshine, and her eyes were quick to recognize the rower. It
was Arthur Haldane. She gave an involuntary cry of surprise, and he
turned his light craft, and brought it beside the roomy boat in which
she and Sue were sitting, with books and work, and the marron
poodle, as in a floating parlour.
"Are you staying near here, Lady Perivale?" he asked, when
greetings had been exchanged.
"We are living close by, Miss Rodney and I, at Runnymede Grange. I
hope you won't laugh at our rowing. Our idea of a boat is only a
movable summer-house. We dawdle up and down for an hour or
two, and then creep into a backwater, and talk, and work, and read,
all the afternoon, and one of the servants comes to us at five o'clock,
and makes tea on the bank with a gipsy kettle."
"You might ask him to one of our gipsy teas, Grace," suggested
Susan.
"With pleasure. Will you come this afternoon? We shall be in the little
creek—the first you come to after passing Runnymede Grange,
which you will know by the Italian terrace and sundial."
"I shall come and help your footman to boil the kettle."
He looked radiant. He had seen Lady Perivale's happy look when his
boat neared hers, and his heart danced for joy. All the restraint he
had set upon himself was flung to the winds. If she loved him, what
did anything matter? It was not the world's mistrust he dreaded, or
the world's contempt. His only fear had been that she should doubt
him, misread his motives, rank him with the fortune-hunters who had
pursued her.
"Are you staying near here?" asked Susan.
"I come up the river for a day or two now and then. There is a
cottage at Staines kept by a nice old spinster, whose rooms are the
pink of cleanliness, and who can cook a mutton chop. I keep a quire
or two of foolscap in her garden parlour, and go there sometimes to
do my work. Her garden goes down to the water, and there is a
roomy arbour of hops that I share with the caterpillars, a kind of
berceau, from which I can see the river and the boats going by,
through the leafy screen, while nobody can see me. It is the quietest
place I know of near London. The rackety people seldom come
below Maidenhead."
He spent the hours between tea-time and sunset with Grace and her
friend, in a summer idleness, while the poodle, who found himself
receiving less attention from his mistress than usual, roamed up and
down, scratching holes in the bank, and pretending to hunt rats
among the sedges, evidently oppressed with ennui. Of those three
friends there were two who knew not the lapse of time, and were
surprised to see the great golden disc sink below the rosy water
where the river curved westward, and the sombre shadows steal
over keep and battlements yonder where the Royal fortress barred
the evening sky.
"How short the days are getting," Grace said naively.
They two had found so much to talk about after having lived a year
without meeting. All the books they had read, all the plays they had
seen, the music they had heard—everything made a subject for
discussion; and then it was so sweet to be there, in the full
confidence of friendship, spell-bound in a present happiness, and in
vague dreams of the future, sure that nothing could ever again come
between them and their trust in each other.
"The days are shortening by a cock's step or so," said Sue, looking
up from an afternoon tea-cloth, which she was decorating with an
elaborate design in silk and gold thread, and which she had been
seen engaged upon for the last ten years.
It was known as "Sue's work." It went everywhere with her, and was
criticized and admired everywhere, and everybody knew that it would
never be finished.
"The days are shortening, no doubt," repeated Sue; "they must
begin, or we should never get to the long winter evenings, but I
haven't perceived any difference yet, and I don't think there's
anything odd in the sun going down at eight o'clock."
"Eight o'clock! Nonsense, Sue!" cried Lady Perivale, flinging down a
volume of "The Ring and the Book," which she had been nursing all
the afternoon.
"And as we are supposed to dine at eight, I think we ought to go
home and put on our tea-gowns," pursued Sue, sedately.
Can there be such happiness in life; bliss that annihilates thought
and time? Grace blushed crimson, ashamed of having been so
happy.
Mr. Haldane bade them good night at the bottom of the garden
steps, where his outrigger was waiting for him. It would have been so
easy to ask him to dinner, so easy to keep him till midnight, so easy
to prolong the sweetness of golden hours. But Grace was discreet.
They were not lovers, only friends. She wanted to spin to its finest
thread this season of sweet uncertainty, these exquisite hours on the
threshold of Paradise. And then Sue might think him a bore. Sue
was not overfond of masculine society. She liked to put her feet on a
chair after dinner, and she sometimes liked a cigarette.
"I never smoke before men," she told Grace. "They think we do it to
please, or to shock them."
CHAPTER X.
"True as steel, boys!
That knows all chases, and can watch all hours."
In the course of that summer afternoon's talk with Grace Perivale,
Arthur Haldane had explained the change in his plans since their
meeting in Regent's Park.
The business which would have taken him away from England for
some time had hung fire, and his journey was postponed indefinitely.
He did not tell her that his contemplated journey was solely in her
interests, that he had thought of going to America in quest of Colonel
Rannock, with the idea that he, the man with whose name Lady
Perivale's had been associated, should himself set her right before
that little world which had condemned her. He knew not by what
machinery that rehabilitation could be accomplished; but his first
impulse was to find the man whose acquaintance had brought this
trouble upon her.
Two days after that golden sunset in which he and Lady Perivale had
parted, with clasped hands that vowed life-long fidelity, while yet no
word had been spoken, Mr. Haldane called upon John Faunce at his
pied à terre in Essex Street.
He had written for an appointment on business connected with Lady
Perivale's case, and Faunce had replied asking him to call at his
rooms in Essex Street at ten o'clock next morning. An early hour,
which denoted the man whose every hour was valuable.
He found the house one of the oldest in the old-world street, next
door to a nest of prosperous solicitors, but itself of a somewhat
shabby and retiring aspect. The bell was answered by a bright-eyed
servant girl, clean and fresh looking, but with an accent that
suggested the Irish Town Limerick, rather than a London slum—a
much pleasanter accent to Haldane's ear.
To the inquiry if Mr. Faunce lived there, she answered with a note of
interrogation.
"Mr. Wh-hat?"
"Mr. Faunce."
"Yes, he does. Any message?"
"Is he at home?"
"I don't know. I'll go and see. Wh-hat name?"
A quick-eyed scrutiny of the visitor's spotless holland waistcoat, the
neat dark stripes of the straight-knee'd trousers falling in a graceful
curve over the irreproachable boots, and the sheen of a silk-faced
coat, had assured her of his respectability before she committed
herself even so far as that.
But when this well-groomed gentleman, who was far too quietly
dressed to be a member of the swell-mob, produced an immaculate
card out of a silver case, she grasped it and dashed up the steep
stairs.
"Will I tell 'um you want to see 'um?"
"Thanks."
"I shall!" and she vanished round the first landing.
She was back again and leaning over the same spot on the
bannister rail in half a minute.
"You're to be good enough to step up, if ye plaze, surr."
Mr. Faunce occupied the second floor, front and back, as sitting-
room and bedroom; the busy nature and uncertain hours of his
avocations during the last few years having made his rural retreat at
Putney impossible for him except in the chance intervals of his
serious work, or from Friday to Monday, when that work was slack. It
was not that he loved wife and home less, but that he loved duty
more.
He emerged from the bedroom as Haldane entered the sitting-room,
in the act of fixing a collar to his grey flannel shirt, and welcomed his
visitor cordially, with apologies for not being dressed. He had been
late overnight, and had been slower than usual at his toilet, as he
was suffering from a touch of rheumatism. His profession was
betrayed by a pair of regulation high-waisted trousers of a thick blue-
black material, over Blucher boots, which were also made to the
sealed pattern of the Force. But his costume was rounded off by a
pepper-and-salt Norfolk jacket of workman-like cut.
There was no paltry pride about Mr. Faunce. Although a man of
respectable parentage, good parts, and education, he was not in the
least ashamed of having been for many years a respected member
of the Police. In ordinary life he somewhat affected the get-up of a
country parson with sporting tastes; but here, in his own den, and
quite at his ease, he was nothing more or less than a retired police-
officer.
His rheumatism had taken him in the arm, he explained, or he would
have been at his table there writing up one of his cases.
"There is often as much in one of 'em as would make a three-volume
novel, Mr. Haldane;" and then, with a polite wave of the hand—"in
bulk," he added, disclaiming all literary pretentions, and at the same
time motioning his guest to a chair.
This laborious penwork was perhaps the most remarkable feature in
John Faunce's career. The hours of patient labour this supremely
patient man employed in noting down every detail and every word
concerning the case in hand, which may have come to the notice of
himself or any of his numerous temporary assistants, in and out of
the police-force, stamped him as the detective who is born, not
made, or, in other words, the worker who loves his work.
The room reflected the man's mind. It was a perfectly arranged
receptacle of a wonderful amount of precise information. It was like
the sitting-room of an exceptionally methodical student preparing for
a very stiff examination. The neat dwarf bookcase contained a
goodly number of standard books of reference, and a lesser number
of the most famous examples of modern fiction.
One corner of the room was occupied by a stack of japanned tin
boxes that recalled a solicitor's office; but these boxes had no
lettering upon them. A discreet little numeral was sufficient indication
of their contents for Faunce, who was incapable of forgetting a fact
once registered in the book of his mind.
"You must find papers accumulate rapidly in your work, Mr. Faunce,"
said Haldane.
"They would if I let them, sir; but I don't. When once a case is settled
or withdrawn from my hands, I return all letters and other papers that
may have reached me, and I burn my history of the case."
"You will have nothing left for your Reminiscences, then?"
"They are here, sir," the detective replied sharply, tapping his
massive brow; "and one day—well, sir, one day I may let the reading
world know that truth is stranger—and sometimes even more thrilling
—than fiction. But I must have consummate cheek to talk of fiction to
the author of 'Mary Deane.'"
Haldane started, half inclined to resent an impertinence; but a glance
at the man's fine head and brilliant eye reminded him that the
detective and the novelist might be upon the same intellectual plane,
or that in sheer brain power the man from Scotland Yard might be his
superior.
Faunce had seen the look, and smiled his quiet smile.
"It's one of the penalties of being famous, Mr. Haldane, that your
inferiors may venture to admire you. I have your book among my
favourites."
He pointed to the shelf, where Haldane saw the modest, dark-green
cloth back of his one novel, between "Esmond" and "The Woman in
White."
"And now to business, sir. And first allow me to say that I am glad to
see any friend of Lady Perivale's."
"Thank you, Mr. Faunce. You must not suppose that Lady Perivale
sent me here. She did not even know that I wanted to see you; and I
must ask you not to mention my visit. I heard of what you were doing
from a friend of Lady Perivale's, not from herself, and I am here to
consult you on a matter that only indirectly affects her case."
"Well, sir, I am at your service."
"I shall be perfectly frank with you, Mr. Faunce. I believe a gentleman
of your profession may be considered a kind of father confessor, that
anything I say in this office will be—strictly Masonic."
"That is so."
"Well, then, I may tell you in the first place that Lady Perivale is the
woman whom I admire and respect above all other women, and that
it is my highest ambition to win her for my wife."
"I think that is a very natural ambition, sir, in any gentleman who—
being free to choose—has the honour to know that lady," Faunce
replied, with a touch of enthusiasm.
"I know something of Colonel Rannock's antecedents, and have met
him in society, though he was never a friend of mine; and when I
heard the scandal about Lady Perivale, it occurred to me that the
best thing I could do, in her interest, was to find Rannock and call
upon him to clear her name."
"A difficult thing for him to do, sir, even if he were willing to do it."
"I thought the way might be found, if the man were made to feel that
it must be found. I have the worst possible opinion of Colonel
Rannock; but a man of that character has generally a weak joint in
his harness, and I thought I should be able to bring him to book."
"A very tough customer, I'm afraid, sir. A human armadillo."
"The first matter was to find him. He was said to be in the Rocky
Mountains, and I was prepared to go there after him; only such an
expedition seemed improbable at the time of year. I had heard of him
in chambers in the Albany; but on inquiry there I found he gave up
his chambers last March, sold lease and furniture, and that his
present address, if he had one in London, was unknown."
"Then I take it, sir, not having my professional experience, you were
baffled, and went no further."
"No; I wasn't beaten quite so easily. I think, Faunce, your profession
has a certain fascination for every man. It is the hunter's instinct,
common to mankind, from the Stone Age downwards. After a good
deal of trouble I found Rannock's late body-servant, a shrewd fellow,
now billiard-marker at the Sans-Souci Club; and from him I heard
that Rannock's destination was not the Rockies, but Klondyke. He
left London for New York by the American Line at the end of March,
taking the money he got for his lease and furniture, and he was to
join two other men—whose names his servant gave me—at San
Francisco, on their way to Vancouver. He was to write to his servant
about certain confidential matters as soon as he arrived in New York,
and was to send him money if he prospered in his gold-digging, for
certain special payments, and for wages in arrear. I had no interest
in knowing more of these transactions than the man chose to tell me;
but the one salient fact is that no communication of any kind has
reached the servant since his master left him, and the man feels
considerable anxiety on his account. He has written to an agent in
San Francisco, whose address Rannock had given him, and the
agent replied that no such person as Colonel Rannock had been at
his office or had communicated with him."
"Well, sir, Colonel Rannock changed his mind at the eleventh hour;
or he had a reason for pretending to go to one place and going to
another," said Faunce, quietly, looking up from a writing-pad on
which he had made two or three pencil-notes.
"That might be so. I cabled an inquiry to the agent, whose letter to
the valet was six weeks old, and I asked the whereabouts of the two
friends whose party Rannock was to join. The reply came this
morning. No news of Rannock; the other men started for Vancouver
on April 13th."
"Do you want me to pursue this inquiry further, Mr. Haldane?"
"Yes; I want to find Rannock. It may be a foolish idea on my part. But
Lady Perivale has been cruelly injured by the association of her
name with this man—possibly by no fault of his—possibly by some
devilish device to punish her for having slighted him."
"That hardly seems likely. They may have done such things in the
last century, sir, when duelling was in fashion, and when a fine
gentleman thought it no disgrace to wager a thousand pounds
against a lady's honour, and write his wager in the club books, if she
happened to offend him. But it doesn't seem likely nowadays."
"I want you to find this man," pursued Haldane, surprised, and a little
vexed, at Faunce's dilettante air.
He had not expected to find a detective who talked like an educated
man, and he began to doubt the criminal investigator's professional
skill, in spite of his tin boxes and reference books, and appearance
of mental power.
"In Lady Perivale's interest?"
"Certainly."
"Don't you think, sir, you'd better let me solve the problem on my own
lines? You are asking me to take up a tangled skein at the wrong
end. I am travelling steadily along my own road, and you want me to
go off at a tangent. I dare say I shall come to Colonel Rannock in
good time, working my own way."
"If that is so, I won't interfere," Haldane said, with a troubled look. "All
my anxiety is for Lady Perivale's rehabilitation, and every hour's
delay irritates me."
"You may safely leave the matter to me, sir. Festina lente. These
things can't be hurried. I shall give the case my utmost attention, and
as much time as I can spare, consistently with my duty to other
clients."
"You have other cases on your hands?"
Faunce smiled his grave, benign smile.
"Four years ago, when I retired from the C.I., I thought I was going to
settle down in a cottage at Putney, with my good little wife, and enjoy
my otium cum dignitate for the rest of my days," said Faunce,
confidentially, "but, to tell you the truth, Mr. Haldane, I found the
otium rather boring, and, one or two cases falling in my way,
fortuitously, I took up the old business in a new form, and devoted
myself to those curious cases which are of frequent occurrence in
the best-regulated families, cases requiring very delicate handling,
inexhaustible patience, and a highly-trained skill. Since then I have
had more work brought me than I could possibly undertake; and I
have been, so far, fortunate in giving my clients satisfaction. I hope I
shall satisfy Lady Perivale."
There was a firmness in Faunce's present tone that pleased
Haldane.
"At any rate, it was just as well that you should know the result of my
search for Rannock," he said, taking up his hat and stick.
"Certainly, sir. Any information bearing on the case is of value, and I
thank you for coming to me," answered Faunce, as he rose to escort
his visitor to the door.
He did not attach any significance to the fact that Colonel Rannock
had announced his intention of going to Klondyke, and had not gone
there. He might have twenty reasons for throwing his servant off the
scent; or he might have changed his mind. The new gold region is
too near the North Pole to be attractive to a man of luxurious habits,
accustomed to chambers in the Albany, and the run of half a dozen
rowdy country houses, where the company was mixed and the play
high.
Sport in Scotland and Ireland, sport in Norway, or even in Iceland,
might inure a man to a hard life, but it would not bring him within
measurable distance of the hazards and hardships in that white
world beyond Dawson City.
John Faunce, seated in front of his empty fireplace, listened
mechanically to a barrel-organ playing the "Washington Post," and
meditated upon Arthur Haldane's statement.
He had not been idle since his return to London, and had made
certain inquiries about Colonel Rannock among people who were
likely to know. He had interviewed a fashionable gunmaker with
whom Rannock had dealt for twenty years, and the secretary of a
club which he had frequented for about the same period. The man
was frankly Bohemian in his tastes, but had always kept a certain
footing in society, and, in his own phrase, had never been "bowled
out." He had been banished from no baccarat table, though he was
not untainted with a suspicion of occasionally tampering with his
stake. He played all the fashionable card games, and, like Dudley
Smooth, though he did not cheat, he always won. He had plenty of
followers among the callow youth who laughed at his jokes and
almost died of his cigars; but he had no friends of his own age and
station, and the great ladies of the land never admitted him within
their intimate circle, though they might send him a card once or twice
a year for a big party, out of friendly feeling for his mother—five-and-
twenty years a widow, and for the greater part of her life attached to
the Court.
Would such a man wheel a barrow and tramp the snow-bound
shores of the Yukon River? Unlikely as the thing seemed, Faunce
told himself that it was not impossible. Rannock had fought well in
the Indian hill-country, had never been a feather-bed soldier, and had
never affected the passing fashion of effeminacy. He had loved
music with that inborn love which is like an instinct, and had made
himself a fine player with very little trouble, considering the exacting
nature of the 'cello; but he had never put on dilettante airs, or
pretended that music was the only thing worth living for. He was as
much at home with men who painted pictures as with composers
and fiddlers. Versatility was the chief note in his character. The
Scotch University, the Army school, the mess-room, the continental
wanderings of later years, had made him an expert in most things