or like a domestic animal violently expelled. Edwin almost
expected him to creep round by the Town Hall into Saint Luke's Square,
and then to reappear stealthily at the other end of Wedgwood Street, and
from a western ambush stare again at his own premises.
A man coming down Duck Bank paused an instant near Darius, and with a
smile spoke to him, holding out his hand. Darius gave a slight nod.
The man, snubbed and confused, walked on, the smile still on his face,
but meaningless now, and foolish.
At length Darius walked up the hill, his arms stiff and out-pointing, as
of old. Edwin got his hat and ran after him. Instead of turning to the
left along the market-place, Darius kept on farther up the hill, past
the Shambles, towards the old playground and the vague cinder-wastes
where the town ended in a few ancient cottages. It was at the
playground that Edwin, going slowly and cautiously, overtook him.
"Hello, father!" he began nervously. "Where are you off to?"
Darius did not seem to be at all startled to see him at his side.
Nevertheless he behaved in a queer fashion. Without saying a word he
suddenly turned at right-angles and apparently aimed himself towards the
market-place, by the back of the Town Hall. When he had walked a few
paces, he stopped and looked round at Edwin, who could not decide what
ought to be done.
"If ye want to know," said Darius, with overwhelming sadness and
embittered disgust, "I'm going to th' Bank to sign that authority about
cheques."
"Oh!" Edwin responded. "Good! I'll go with you if you like."
"Happen it'll be as well," said Darius, resigning himself.
They walked together in silence.
The old man was beaten. The old man had surrendered, unconditionally.
Edwin's heart lightened as he perceived more and more clearly what this
surprising victory meant. It meant that always in the future he would
have the upper hand. He knew now, and Darius knew, that his father had
no strength to fight, and that any semblance of fighting could be
treated as bluster. Probably nobody realised as profoundly as Darius
himself, his real and yet mysterious inability to assert his will
against the will of another. The force of his individuality was gone.
He, who had meant to govern tyrannically to his final hour, to die with
a powerful and grim gesture of command, had to accept the ignominy of
submission. Edwin had not even insisted, had used no kind of threat.
He had merely announced
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