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He stammered. She looked up at him with wide eyes, and her lips were

slightly parted. He went on mumbling--



". . . Pain. . . . Indignation. . . . Sure to misunderstand. I've

suffered enough. And if there has been nothing irreparable--as you



assure me . . . then . . ."

"Alvan!" she cried.



"What?" he said, morosely. He gazed down at her for a moment with a

sombre stare, as one looks at ruins, at the devastation of some



natural disaster.

"Then," he continued after a short pause, "the best thing is . . . the



best for us . . . for every one. . . . Yes . . . least pain--most

unselfish. . . ." His voice faltered, and she heard only detached



words. ". . . Duty. . . . Burden. . . . Ourselves. . . . Silence."

A moment of perfect stillness ensued.



"This is an appeal I am making to your conscience," he said, suddenly,

in an explanatory tone, "not to add to the wretchedness of all this:



to try loyally and help me to live it down somehow. Without any

reservations--you know. Loyally! You can't deny I've been cruelly



wronged and--after all--my affection deserves . . ." He paused with

evident anxiety to hear her speak.



"I make no reservations," she said, mournfully. "How could I? I found

myself out and came back to . . ." her eyes flashed scornfully for an



instant ". . . to what--to what you propose. You see . . . I . . . I

can be trusted . . . now."



He listened to every word with profound attention, and when she ceased

seemed to wait for more.



"Is that all you've got to say?" he asked.

She was startled by his tone, and said faintly--



"I spoke the truth. What more can I say?"

"Confound it! You might say something human," he burst out. "It isn't



being truthful; it's being brazen--if you want to know. Not a word to

show you feel your position, and--and mine. Not a single word of



acknowledgment, or regret--or remorse . . . or . . . something."

"Words!" she whispered in a tone that irritated him. He stamped his



foot.

"This is awful!" he exclaimed. "Words? Yes, words. Words mean



something--yes--they do--for all this infernal affectation. They mean

something to me--to everybody--to you. What the devil did you use to



express those sentiments--sentiments--pah!--which made you forget me,

duty, shame!" . . . He foamed at the mouth while she stared at him,



appalled by this sudden fury. "Did you two talk only with your eyes?"

he spluttered savagely. She rose.



"I can't bear this," she said, trembling from head to foot. "I am

going."



They stood facing one another for a moment.

"Not you," he said, with conscious roughness, and began to walk up and



down the room. She remained very still with an air of listening

anxiously to her own heart-beats, then sank down on the chair slowly,



and sighed, as if giving up a task beyond her strength.

"You misunderstand everything I say," he began quietly, "but I prefer



to think that--just now--you are not accountable for your actions." He

stopped again before her. "Your mind is unhinged," he said, with



unction. "To go now would be adding crime--yes, crime--to folly. I'll

have no scandal in my life, no matter what's the cost. And why? You



are sure to misunderstand me--but I'll tell you. As a matter of duty.

Yes. But you're sure to misunderstand me--recklessly. Women always



do--they are too--too narrow-minded."

He waited for a while, but she made no sound, didn't even look at him;



he felt uneasy, painfullyuneasy, like a man who suspects he is

unreasonably mistrusted. To combat that exasperating sensation he



recommenced talking very fast. The sound of his words excited his

thoughts, and in the play of darting thoughts he had glimpses now and



then of the inexpugnable rock of his convictions, towering in

solitary grandeur above the unprofitable waste of errors and passions.



"For it is self-evident," he went on with anxious vivacity, "it is

self-evident that, on the highest ground we haven't the right--no, we



haven't the right to intrude our miseries upon those who--who

naturally expect better things from us. Every one wishes his own life



and the life around him to be beautiful and pure. Now, a scandal




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