Has not humanity rightly pitched, by common consent, for the main theme of all its verse and all its literature, upon this one universal passion, which, for a few short years at least, tinges with true romance and unspoken poetry even the simplest and most commonplace souls?
Colin felt the sadness of parting, too, but by no means so acutely as Minna. The door of fame was opening at last before him; Rome was looming large upon the mental horizon; dreams in marble were crystallising themselves down into future actuality; and in the near fulfilment of his life-long hopes, it was hardly to be expected that he should take the parting to heart so seriously as the little pupil-teacher herself had taken it. Besides, time, in anticipation at least, never looks nearly so long to men as to women. Dont we all know that a woman will cry her eyes out about a few months absence, which to a man seems hardly worth making a fuss about? Its only for three or four years, you know, Minna, Colin said, as lightly as though three or four years were absolutely nothing; and ah me, how long they looked to poor, lonely, heartsick little Minna! She felt almost inclined to give up this up-hill work of teaching and self-education altogether, and return once more to the old fishermans cottage away down at Wootton Mandeville. There at least she would have some human sympathies and interests to comfort and sustain her.
But Colin had lots of work to do, getting himself ready for his great start in life; and he hardly entered to the full into little Minnas fears and troubles. He had to refurbish his entire wardrobe on a scale suited to a gentlemans servant Minna was working hard in all her spare hours at making new shirts for him or mending old ones: he had to complete arrangements of all sorts for his eventful journey; and he had to select among his books and drawings which ones should accompany him upon his journey to Rome, and which should be consigned to the omnivorous secondhand book-stall. Milton and Shelley and Bohns Æschylus he certainly couldnt do without; they were an integral part of his stock-in-trade as a sculptor, and to have left them behind would have been an irreparable error; but the old dog-eared Euripides must go, and the other English translations from the classics would have made his box quite too heavy for Sir Henry to pay excess upon at Continental rates so Cicolari told him. Still, the Flaxman plates must be got in somewhere, even if Shelley himself had to give way to them; and so must his own designs for his unexecuted statues, those mainstays of his future artistic career. Minna helped him to choose and pack them all, and she was round so often at Cicolaris in the evening that prim Miss Woollacott said somewhat sharply at last, It seems to me a very good thing, Minna Wroe, that this cousin of yours is going to Rome at last, as you tell me; for even though hes your only relation in London, I dont think its quite proper or necessary for you to be round at his lodgings every other evening. Colin took a few lessons, too, in his future duties, from a gentlemans gentleman in Regents Park. It wasnt a pleasant thing to do, and he sighed as he put away his books and sketches, and went out to receive his practical instruction from that very supercilious and elegant person; but it had to be done, and so he did it. Colin didnt care particularly for associating with the gentlemans gentleman; indeed, he was beginning slowly to realise now how wide a gulf separated the Colin Churchill of the Marylebone Road from the little Colin Churchill of Wootton Mande-ville. He had lived so much by himself since he came to London, he had seen so little of anybody except Minna and Cicolari, and he had been so entirely devoted to art and study, that he had never stopped to gauge his own progress before, and therefore had never fully felt in his own mind how great was the transformation that had insensibly come over him. Without knowing it himself, he had slowly developed from a gentlemans servant into an artist and a gentleman. And now he was being forced by accident or fate to take upon him once more the position of an ordinary valet.
Indeed, during the month that intervened between Colins engagement by Sir Henry Wilberforce and his start for Rome, he wrote to his brother Sam over in America; and, shadowy memory as Sam had long since become to him, though he told him of his projected trip, and enlarged upon his hopes of attaining to the pinnacle of art in Rome, he was so ashamed of his mode of getting there that he said nothing at all upon that point, but just glided easily over the questions of means and method. He didnt want his thriving brother in America to know that he was going to Rome, with all his high ideals and beautiful dreams, in no better position than as an old mans valet.
At last the slow month wore itself away gradually for Colin how swift and short it seemed to Minna! and the day came when he was really to set out for Paris, on his way to Italy. He was to start with his new master from Charing Cross station, and he had taken possession of his post by anticipation a couple of days earlier. Minna mustnt be at the station to see him off, of course; that would be unofficial; and if servants indulge in such doubtful luxuries as sweethearts, they must at least take care to meet them at some seemly time or season; but at any rate she could say good-bye to him the evening before, and that was always something. Would he propose to her this time, at last, Minna wondered, or would he go away for that long, long journey, and leave her as much in doubt as ever as to whether he really did or didnt love her?
It wont be for long, you see, little woman, Colin said, kissing away her tears in Regents Park, as well as he was able; it wont be for long, Minna; and then, when we meet again, I shall have come back a real sculptor. What a delightful meeting we shall have, Minna, and how awfully learned and clever youll have got by that time! I shall be half afraid to talk to you. But youll write to me every week, wont you, little woman? Youll promise me that? You must promise me to write to me every week, or at the very least every fortnight.
It was some little crumb of comfort to Minna that he wanted her to write to him so often. That showed at any rate that he really cared for her just ever such a tiny bit. She wiped her eyes again as she answered, Yes, Colin; Ill take great care never to miss writing to you.
Thats right, little woman. And look here, you mustnt mind my giving you them; theres stamps enough for Italy to last you for a whole twelvemonth fifty-two of them, Minna, so that it wont ever be any expense to you; and when those are gone, Ill send you some others.
Thank you, Colin, Minna said, taking them quite simply and naturally. And youll write to me, too, wont you, Colin?
My dear Minna! Why, of course I will. Who else on earth have I got to write to?
And you wont forget me, Colin?
Forget you, Minna! If ever I forget you, may my right hand forget her cunning and what more dreadful thing could a sculptor say by way of an imprecation than that, now!
Oh, Colin, dont! Dont say so! Suppose it was to come true, you know!
But I dont mean to forget you, Minna; so it wont come true. Little woman, I shall think of you always, and have your dear little gipsy face for ever before me. And now, Minna, this time we must really say good-bye. Im out beyond my time already. Just one more; thank you, darling. Goodbye, good-bye, Minna. Good-bye, dearest. One more. God bless you!
Good-bye, Colin. Good-bye, good-bye. Oh, Colin, my heart is breaking.