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"And I let him," she murmured, catching his intonation, so that her



voice sounded unconscious, sounded far off and slavish, like an echo.

He said twice, "You! You!" violently, then calmed down. "What could



you see in the fellow?" he asked, with unaffected wonder. "An

effeminate, fat ass. What could you . . . Weren't you happy? Didn't



you have all you wanted? Now--frankly; did I deceive your

expectations in any way? Were you disappointed with our position--or



with our prospects--perhaps? You know you couldn't be--they are much

better than you could hope for when you married me. . . ."



He forgot himself so far as to gesticulate a little while he went on

with animation:



"What could you expect from such a fellow? He's an outsider--a rank

outsider. . . . If it hadn't been for my money . . . do you hear?



. . . for my money, he wouldn't know where to turn. His people won't

have anything to do with him. The fellow's no class--no class at all.



He's useful, certainly, that's why I . . . I thought you had enough

intelligence to see it. . . . And you . . . No! It's incredible! What



did he tell you? Do you care for no one's opinion--is there no

restraining influence in the world for you--women? Did you ever give



me a thought? I tried to be a good husband. Did I fail? Tell me--what

have I done?"



Carried away by his feelings he took his head in both his hands and

repeated wildly:



"What have I done? . . . Tell me! What? . . ."

"Nothing," she said.



"Ah! You see . . . you can't . . ." he began, triumphantly, walking

away; then suddenly, as though he had been flung back at her by



something invisible he had met, he spun round and shouted with

exasperation:



"What on earth did you expect me to do?"

Without a word she moved slowly towards the table, and, sitting down,



leaned on her elbow, shading her eyes with her hand. All that time he

glared at her watchfully as if expecting every moment to find in her



deliberate movements an answer to his question. But he could not read

anything, he could gather no hint of her thought. He tried to suppress



his desire to shout, and after waitingawhile, said with incisive

scorn:



"Did you want me to write absurd verses; to sit and look at you for

hours--to talk to you about your soul? You ought to have known I



wasn't that sort. . . . I had something better to do. But if you think

I was totally blind . . ."



He perceived in a flash that he could remember an infinity of

enlightening occurrences. He could recall ever so many distinct



occasions when he came upon them; he remembered the absurdly

interrupted gesture of his fat, white hand, the rapt expression of her



face, the glitter of unbelieving eyes; snatches of incomprehensible

conversations not worth listening to, silences that had meant nothing



at the time and seemed now illuminating like a burst of sunshine. He

remembered all that. He had not been blind. Oh! No! And to know this



was an exquisiterelief: it brought back all his composure.

"I thought it beneath me to suspect you," he said, loftily.



The sound of that sentenceevidently possessed some magical power,

because, as soon as he had spoken, he felt wonderfully at ease; and



directly afterwards he experienced a flash of joyfulamazement at the

discovery that he could be inspired to such noble and truthful



utterance. He watched the effect of his words. They caused her to

glance to him quickly over her shoulder. He caught a glimpse of wet



eyelashes, of a red cheek with a tear running down swiftly; and then

she turned away again and sat as before, covering her face with her



hands.

"You ought to be perfectly frank with me," he said, slowly.



"You know everything," she answered, indistinctly, through her

fingers.



"This letter. . . . Yes . . . but . . ."

"And I came back," she exclaimed in a stifled voice; "you know



everything."

"I am glad of it--for your sake," he said with impressivegravity. He



listened to himself with solemnemotion. It seemed to him that

something inexpressibly momentous was in progress within the room,



that every word and every gesture had the importance of events




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