**** looked on him from time to time, and seemed troubled; and at last he said: "I say, old fellow, if there is anything the matter which we didn't know of when you wrote to me, don't you think you had better tell us about it at once? or else we shall think we have come at an unlucky time, and are not quite wanted."Walter turned red, and seemed to have some difficulty in restraining his tears, but said at last: "Of course everybody here is very glad to see you, ****, and your friends; but it is true that we are not at our best, in spite of the fine weather and the glorious hay-crop. We have had a death here."Said ****: "Well, you should get over that, neighbour: such things must be.""Yes," walter said, "but this was a death by violence, and it seems likely to lead to at least one more; and somehow it makes us feel rather shy of one another; and to say the truth, that is one reason why there are so few of us here to-night.""Tell us the story, Walter," said ****; "perhaps telling it will help you to shake off your sadness."Said Walter: "Well, I will; and I will make it short enough, though Idaresay it might be spun out into a long one, as used to be done with such subjects in the old novels. There is a very charming girl here whom we all like, and whom some of us do more than like; and she very naturally liked one of us better than anybody else. And another of us (I won't name him) got fairly bitten with love-madness, and used to go about ****** himself as unpleasant as he could--not of malice prepense, of course; so that the girl, who liked him well enough at first, though she didn't love him, began fairly to dislike him. of course, those of us who knew him best--myself amongst others--advised him to go away, as he was ****** matters worse and worse for himself every day. Well, he wouldn't take our advice (that also, I suppose, was a matter of course), so we had to tell him that he _must_ go, or the inevitable sending to Coventry would follow; for his individual trouble had so overmastered him that we felt that _we_ must go if he did not.""He took that better than we expected, when something or other--an interview with the girl, I think, and some hot words with the successful lover following close upon it--threw him quite off his balance; and he got hold of an axe and fell upon his rival when there was no one by; and in the struggle that followed the man attacked hit him an unlucky blow and killed him. And now the slayer in his turn is so upset that he is so upset that he is like to kill himself; and if he does, the girl will do as much, I fear. And all this we could no more help than the earthquake of the year before last.""It is very unhappy," said ****; "but since the man is dead, and cannot be brought back to life again, and since the slayer had no malice in him, I cannot for the life of me see why he shouldn't get over it before long. Besides, it was the right man that was killed and not the wrong. Why should a man brood over a mere accident for ever?
And the girl?"
"As to her," said Walter, "the whole thing seems to have inspired her with terror rather than grief. What you say about the man is true, or it should be; but then, you see, the excitement and jealousy that was the prelude to this tragedy had made an evil and feverish element about him, from which he does not seem able to escape. However, we have advised him to go away--in fact, to cross the seas; but he is in such a state that I do not think it will fall to my lot to do so;which is scarcely a cheerful outlook for me.""O, you will find a certain kind of interest in it," said ****. "And of course he _must_ soon look upon the affair from a reasonable point of view sooner or later.""Well, at any rate," quoth Walter, "now that I have eased my mind by ****** you uncomfortable, let us have an end of the subject for the present. Are you going to take your guest to Oxford?""Why, of course we must pass through it," said ****, smiling, "as we are going into the upper waters: but I thought that we wouldn't stop there, or we shall be belated as to the hay****** up our way. So Oxford and my learned lecture on it all got at second-hand from my old kinsman, must wait till we come down the water a fortnight hence."I listened to this story with much surprise, and could not help wondering at first that the man who had slain the other had not been put in custody till it could be proved that he killed his rival in self-defence only. However, the more I thought of it the plainer it grew to me that no amount of examination of witnesses, who had witnessed nothing but the ill-blood between the two rivals, would have done anything to clear up the case. I could not help thinking, also, that the remorse of this homicide gave point to what old Hammersmith had said to me about the way in which this strange people dealt with what I had been used to hear called crimes. Truly, the remorse was exaggerated; but it was quite clear that the slayer took the whole consequences of the act upon himself, and did not expect society to white-wash him by punishing him. I had no fear any longer that "the sacredness of human life" was likely to suffer amongst my friends from the absence of gallows and prison.