She thought of the poignant3 tale of love and disaster only as it affected4 the man. It was natural; Mrs. Elles had expected that she would do so, and yet she was a little aggrieved5 at not being treated as the central figure of any romance that happened to be forward. She valiantly6 stifled7 her feelings on this occasion, however, and rising from the low prie-dieu chair from which she had delivered her confession8, knelt at Egidia’s feet, and gently pulled her hands down from her face. The gesture was pretty and appealing, but at this juncture9 it irritated the other woman almost beyond endurance by its dash of theatricality10. Thus behave erring11 heroines of melodrama12 when they reveal “all” to their mentors13. Egidia sat and stared at the little flushed face opposite her with an almost unfriendly gaze, and listened but coldly to the trickle14 of her excitable speech.
“But it must not happen!” Mrs. Elles was saying. “It must not! It must not! You can save him, if you will, and that is why I have come to you. I{210} have travelled all night, and I have not slept for two. If I tell my story badly, that’s why. There’s an iron band across my forehead. And I have had nothing to eat for ages. But I knew that you and he had always been great friends, to say the very least, and that it would be so easy for you—— You must forgive me, and understand that I did what I could. I acted for the best—on the spur of the moment. I thought it was the only way to save the situation—”
“What, in the name of Heaven, have you done?” exclaimed the other. “Do, please, tell me exactly.”
“I used your name——” began Mrs. Elles, hesitatingly.
“Please go on!”
“I am afraid I told my husband straight out, when he pressed me, that Mr. Rivers was engaged to you!”
“To me! Mr. Rivers! What possible authority——”
Egidia rose to her feet, and Mrs. Elles perforce rose too.
“Have I done such a mischief15?” she asked supplicatingly. “Stay! the lace of my dress has got caught in yours!”
She disentangled it, while Egidia stood, a prisoner, shivering with impatience16, and some disgust.
“Surely,” Ph?be Elles went on, “you are very fond of each other? I always thought so, from the way he spoke—or rather did not speak of you. With some men reticence17 about a woman is the sure sign of their feeling keenly about her. Indeed, I was{211} quite jealous of you sometimes!” she added ingenuously18.
Egidia’s face had stiffened19 into the very haughtiest20 expression a proud face can assume. She was a woman who could curl her lip, and she did it now, but Mrs. Elles was too tactless and too much excited to notice.
“So you see that I am doing this entirely21 for his sake—quite against the grain, I assure you, but it seemed the only way—and I thought you would want to do anything to keep him out of it!”
“Keep him out of it!” exclaimed the other, pointing down towards the basement of her own house, as to the depths of an imaginary Divorce Court. “I should think I did! But how could you suppose that such an absurd lie as that could do him any good?”
“Couldn’t it? I thought it could. And I seem to be always being scolded for telling lies now!” sighed Mrs. Elles, “but I really thought I was splendide mendax this time! And though it was a lie, of course, you can make it true to save him, don’t you see?”
Egidia recovered herself. What was the use of being angry?
“But supposing Mr. Rivers did care for—was engaged to me—I don’t see what possible difference it could make?”
She succeeded in smiling almost indulgently on this sweet simpleton, who was to be suffered gladly, for the sake of Rivers.{212}
“Well, of course, I don’t know much about these things,” Mrs. Elles said, plaintively23, “but I thought if the co-respondent——”
“Please don’t use that word,” said Egidia, shivering.
“It is the word, I know that much. Well, if the man is already engaged to someone else at the time that the accusation24 is made—it surely makes it less—likely that he would—wouldn’t a jury think better of him? He would have to marry her at once, of course, and send the slip of the Times containing the announcement to my husband——”
She looked so serious, so innocent, so like the fair Ophelia, “incapable of her own grief,” so utterly25 woe-begone, that Egidia’s mood changed. She laughed, and sat down, and took her visitor’s little soft, incompetent26, feverish27 hand in her own cool firm one, and held it.
“My dear Mrs. Elles, have you been all these years married to a solicitor28, and know so little of it all as to suppose that a jury would be affected by such a detail as the one you have mentioned!” No, no, we must get your husband to stay proceedings29 altogether. I hope it isn’t so bad as you think—in fact, I am sure it isn’t! Your husband could not, I think, possibly divorce you merely on what you have told me—and perhaps you have even exaggerated that a little? You are very tired——”
“I am not hysterical30!” exclaimed Mrs. Elles angrily.{213}
“Forgive me, but your voice and your eyes belie31 you. Besides, you said yourself you were ill. Of course you are, naturally, after what you have undergone!”
“It was pretty dreadful!” Mrs. Elles owned, mollified.
“To-morrow,” Egidia continued, with a little imperceptible shudder32, “you must go over it all again to me. After you have had a night’s rest, you will be able to think and marshall your facts more clearly. I ought to know exactly where we stand. Meantime, will you send for your things from the Great Northern Hotel and pay your bill?”
“But I must live somewhere!” exclaimed the other in a sick fright. “You surely don’t want me to go back to Mortimer, when I have just run away from him?”
“No, but you must write to him, and tell him you are staying here with me. Though literary, I am supposed to be respectable.” She smiled. She had taken her line. “And, by the way, I have a dinner party here to-night, and I want you to enjoy it and look nice.”
“I have an evening dress in my box at the Hotel,” said Mrs. Elles, eagerly.
“Well, then, we will get it here in time for you. I will send at once.”
She rang the bell, gave her orders, and then turning, stopped and kissed the little bit of thistledown who stood there, grateful and apprehensive33. It was an effort, the whole scene had been one long effort,{214} but she flattered herself she had come out of it well, and had not betrayed herself. In the exercise of her profession she had studied the feelings of others and their development and outward manifestations34 so closely that she had grown almost morbidly35 desirous of not showing her own.
“Please call me Ph?be!” her visitor had murmured as she led her to her room and left her there.
Yes, she, a simple, honest, unsophisticated woman, would do anything, dare, contrive36, and practise anything that might deliver Edmund Rivers from the consequences of his accidental connection with this miracle of indiscretion, this butterfly, who, unfortunately for others, took herself so seriously.
He should not, if she could help it, have to rue22 the day when he had allowed the human interest to come into his life, and occupy even a portion of his mental foreground. That was all he had done; he had never flirted37 with her, Egidia felt sure. “Love plays the deuce with landscape!” he had once laughingly proclaimed, to excuse himself from marrying. No, he should not be forced, by the stain of the courts, the horrors of imputation38, to take on himself the shackles39 of the marriage tie, with which the little woman who had played the part of his evil genius, would so carelessly invest him!
. . . . . . . .
“She kissed me, but all the while, she would like to scratch my eyes out,” Mrs. Elles in the silence of the spare room was saying to herself. She was not{215} spiteful—oh no, that was not her character at all—but she had studied and could not help knowing human nature! There was no misprision of motive40 in her mind; she was perfectly41 aware of Egidia’s reasons for being kind to her. That lady had taken her rival to stay with her because, as the saying is, she preferred to see mischief in front of her—she would keep her safe under her own roof the better to control her. It was all for the man’s sake, not for the woman’s at all!
The welfare of Edmund Rivers was the object of Ph?be Elles too, she must not forget that, and she must consent, for his sake, to be the creature of his cousin’s bounty42. It must be so, but it was very hard. Egidia, perhaps unconsciously, assumed proprietary43 airs. Her visitor stamped a little modest stamp of the foot at the thought, and was assailed44 by a wild desire to prove to Egidia and the world the genuineness of Rivers’ love, by purposely losing her case, and letting him marry her!
But would that prove it?
. . . . . . . .
“Les hommes sont la cause que les femmes ne s’aiment pas!” Mrs. Elles murmured to herself, as arrayed in her prettiest dress, and conscious that she became it, she went to dinner, in the big public room of the Mansions45, where Egidia mustered46 all her famous little parties of twelve.
This was Mrs. Elles’s first taste of London society. She had thought of it, dreamed of it,{216} yearned47 for it for years. Now it had come to her, like a draught48 of heady champagne49, vivifying after the two nights of waking misery50 and anxiety she had undergone. Only two nights ago, she had stood, a shaking, quaking figure in the dark passage of the inn at Rokeby, hearing the clock tick, and the rustle51 of the heavy leaf screen against the pane52 outside the door of her lover’s room, whence no sound came—no voice of pardon. Here in the successful novelist’s pretty electric-lighted rooms all was gaiety, easy, social merriment, facile smiles and light-hearted repartee53. She was made for this. She held her own. She smiled and retorted with all but the last touch of up-to-dateness, and her hostess put her forward, and gave her every opportunity of shining. Mrs. Elles thoroughly54 appreciated her generosity55, and, woman-like, was far more deeply touched by Egidia’s kindness in this instance, than by her greater charity in so ardently56 espousing57 her cause in the matter of the divorce.
She for a time forgot the Damocles sword that hung over her head. In a few months, perhaps, nobody would care to speak to her; now they were at any rate glad enough to do so. She went in to dinner with Mr. St. Jerome, the popular novelist, and he seemed to think her interesting. She had intended at first to try to sink her disqualification of country cousin, but by the time they had got to the first entrée, decided58 otherwise, since the assumption of mundaneity prevented her asking questions, and{217} she did so want to know so many things. She would make conversational59 capital out of it instead.
“So much so, that they are all trying to hide it,” St. Jerome answered. “Did you ever see a more modest looking set of people, calmly eating their fish, and saving their good things for their books?”
“Are you doing that too?” she asked with the sweetest of smiles. She knew he wrote novels. She allowed a little time to elapse before she removed the sting, then—“Because, if so, you succeed very badly. You have said several things I shall feel obliged to use again in the provinces. But—forgive me, I am like Pope’s definition of a mark of interrogation——”
“You want to know who that is?” he said briskly, indicating a dark, bearded man, with impressive eyes, who sat next Egidia.
“How quick you are!”
“Not at all. Everybody wants to know who Dr. André is!”
She felt snubbed; he went on.
“He is the celebrated61 occultist and oculist62. The first is his business, the second his pleasure. But he works the two together with great success. I don’t know if he quite succeeds in taking in our dear Egidia; she is very shrewd, for a woman novelist. André’s theory of ocular practice consists largely of the due relation of the state of the eyesight to general health, and thence to hypnotism, do you see? People are unkind enough to call him a quack,{218} but I think that very unfair, for he is quite amusing!”
Mrs. Elles did not know if St. Jerome was amusing or not; she was sure he was spiteful. She felt that his flighty and casual manner suggested some disrespect towards the Lady from the Provinces, but perhaps that was London’s way? She meant that London’s way should not by any means astonish or perturb63 her, so she went on calmly.
“If I were not afraid of your thinking me conceited64, I should say that I think the hypnotist is looking at me!”
“Of course he is. He is trying to mesmerize65 you. That is his little game. He boasts that he can make anyone in the world cross the whole length of the room to him if he has a mind—and yet he lives only three floors down, in these very Mansions.”
Mrs. Elles again suspected Mr. St. Jerome of making fun of her.
“I hope he won’t care to thoroughly exercise his powers just now,” she said, “for I am a very impressionable subject. I might get up, and go to him this very minute, and that would be awkward. Introduce me after dinner, and I will tell him that I once wore blue spectacles for a month without stopping.”
“That is why your eyes look so bright!” said St. Jerome, lightly. As a matter of fact he suspected her of taking morphia.
“Oh, I had a better reason than that!” she said,{219} impatiently. “Tell me, do you know an artist called Rivers?”
“Was he your reason? And a very nice reason too!”
“Mr. St. Jerome, you are chaffing me, and it is not fair, as I come from the provinces! Besides,” she explained, beginning to be terrified at the possible consequences of her imprudence, “I hardly know Mr. Rivers. I met him here for the first time at tea.”
“Of course you did!”
Mrs. Elles inferred from this speech that Rivers was a constant visitor at Egidia’s tea-table, which is perhaps what St. Jerome intended her to do. She was piqued66. “I—that is we—are going to tea with him in his studio, one of these days,” she remarked.
“I congratulate you! Rivers is not a quiet tea-party man at all, and enjoys the reputation of being a misogynist67. I have long tried to acquire it in vain. Naturally all your sex are devoted68 to him. He takes it very well, I must say, and shows no signs of being unduly69 puffed70 up. A lady’s man sans le savior!”
“There are a good many people like that!” remarked Mrs. Elles, though in her heart of hearts she thought there was but one. But she wanted to draw the polite and analytical71 novelist, and lead him on to discuss the man she loved.
“Yes, and all the women adore them, confound it! They mistake; they see the man full of energy and spirit, making for a given point in life, and allowing{220} nothing to distract his attention from it, like a horse with blinkers on. They naturally want to remove the blinkers, and divert a little of that force and energy into a more useful channel, i. e., love-making. They take no account of the correlation72 of forces; they don’t see that what a man gives to one thing he cannot give to another, that dominated as he is by an abstraction, charming concrete objects”—he looked at Mrs. Elles—“have no chance at all!”
“You are making Mr. Rivers out a mild kind of Robespierre!”
“Oh, well, I don’t go so far as to suppose that he would wade73 through seas of blood to his ambition—let us say the painting of the most perfect landscape in the world; his easel is not a guillotine, and besides, he has more or less realized his ambition, he has everything he wants, name, and fame, and money, and the right to be as misogynistical as he pleases. He is no curmudgeon74, but he is eminently75 unsociable. I have never even been in his studio myself, for he doesn’t go in for the vulgarity of a Show Sunday, and he is away in the country half the year, propitiating76 the deities77 of woods and streams. I meet him now and then at the Athen?um—young women, you know, are not admitted there, only bishops78 and so on!”
“Isn’t it a great honour to belong to the Athen?um?”
“Yes, especially if you are elected under Rule II. Rivers is a great swell79. I shouldn’t be surprised if{221} they made him President some day—that is, if they ever make a landscape painter President of the R. A., which they have a natural prejudice against doing.”
Rule II. of the Athen?um Club—the limitations of landscape painters as Possible Presidents of the Royal Academy—it was all Greek to Mrs. Elles, but still she managed very well. Her eyes sparkled, she was gay and sympathetic; the two things that London wants. There was no denying it, she was happy here, happier than she had ever been, dining in the lonely inn with the man of her heart, though she would not for worlds have admitted such a truth had she been taxed with it. She would have liked Rivers with her here; she would have been friends with God and Mammon. Love, and the World! Rivers and she were true incompatibles; but that again she would not have owned.
Looking down the table, she sometimes caught Egidia’s deep-set, serious eyes fixed80 on her, and immediately composed her own face to a decent semblance81 of mental distress82, subdued83 and controlled by the dictates84 of social standards of gaiety.
Egidia smiled sweetly at her now and then, as a mother might at a promising85 débutante daughter. She herself was feeling it an effort to sustain her own reputation for brilliancy and repartee. Her spirits were so leaden; she had received such a shock. She could think of nothing but the painter’s affairs, and the crushing blow that was so soon to fall on him. Edmund Rivers, a very Galahad of stainless86 life, a{222} knight87 sans peur and sans reproche! The social fall of such is always the severer, since the eager hounds of envy are so glad of an excuse to worry a name that has heretofore stood high. What though the aspersion88 was so utterly false, it would be cast all the same; the mud would be flung, and some of it would stick. And she who would lay down her life to save him a moment’s annoyance89 must endure to look on the little enemy of his peace, sitting opposite her, careless, irresponsible, drinking in flattery and champagne, flashing her bright eyes about, and waving the little fluttering hands that held the future of a man worth twenty such as she, in the might of his art and intellect!
However, that Ph?be Elles should thoroughly enjoy her dinner party was necessary for the furtherance of a plan of action that Egidia had conceived—one of the many plans that she had conceived. The better pleased Mrs. Elles was, the better would the particular plan work, but though Egidia was an authoress, she was human, and presently found herself actually avoiding her guest’s laughing eyes.
Looking round at her own neighbour, she noticed the mesmeric eyes of Dr. André fixed on her guest, and knew that he had singled her out for his particular line of experiment. Egidia was “apt now at all sorts of treasons and stratagems,” and a new idea shot through her brain. She was no believer in hypnotism, except in its extraordinary power over a certain kind of silly woman, in the way of suggestion.{223}
She turned round to Dr. André.
“I see you are considering the little lady who was the occasion of my wild appeal to you to come and dine in a hurry. Do you think she would be a good subject for hypnotic suggestion?”
“No.”
“Too clever?”
“She could never succeed in making her mind a blank, I fancy. She thinks all the time—nothing particularly worth thinking, I daresay. Still, she is so pretty, I should like to try. She is not a London woman?”
“How do you know that?”
“Oh, she is beautifully dressed. It isn’t that,” he said smiling. “The dress may be Paris, but the soul is Newcastle.”
Egidia started. “You are really a wonderful man, Dr. André, or else you have the luck of coincidences!”
“You are right, she does come from Newcastle, but let me tell you that when I introduce you, you will find her quite au fait of all the latest London fads91. She makes it her business to be. These illustrated92 papers do a great deal to prepare the provincial93 mind for the more startling developments of our civilization. Mrs. Elles has looked on the Medusa head of certain aspects of society through the medium of ‘Black and White,’ and the ‘Ladies’ Field.’”
“How you hate her!” said Dr. André.
Egidia wore mental sackcloth and ashes for the{224} rest of the evening, conscious that she had for once allowed herself to be drawn94 to the very verge95 of the fathomless96 gulf97 of feminine spite.
. . . . . . . .
“Did I look nice? Did I seem too dreadfully provincial?” was what Mrs. Elles said to her hostess when the door had closed on the last guest.
Egidia had sunk into a chair, and sat staring at vacancy98. Mrs. Elles’s voice recalled her from her reverie.
“Not at all—I mean provincial. You and the Doctor seemed to get on? Did he propose to mesmerize you?”
“Oh, yes!” Mrs. Elles answered eagerly. “Soon. May he? Here in your flat?”
“Certainly!” Egidia replied, feeling now a little apprehension99 of the consequences. “But you must not believe in him too much. You must not let him get an influence over you!”
“I shouldn’t mind. I am sure he would not use his power for harm against me—or any woman!”
“Oh, no, he is a good old thing!” Egidia said condescendingly. “And this little social trick of his amuses people, and makes him a personage, and asked out a great deal!”
“I believe very much in hypnotism as a serious force in life,” said the other sturdily. “I can’t laugh at it. And I think Dr. André is a most interesting man who could give one a real glimpse into{225} one’s self and into futurity, if he chose, and one turned out to be a good subject.”
“And he thinks you a very pretty woman—he told me so.”
“Oh—pretty!” said Mrs. Elles, as much as to imply that she did not wish to stand on anything so trivial as good looks in the se?r’s good opinion.
“At any rate, you enjoyed yourself?”
“Enormously! I mean, that I did not want to be a blot100 on your party, so I screwed myself up, and was gay!”
“Well, partly,” Mrs. Elles replied; then she added with the pretty smile that leavened102 so many of her little insincerities, “but I confess—I forgot every now and then, and let myself feel as if nothing had happened, and I was a girl again, beginning life—the life I always wanted, the life I was made for, I think. Oh, don’t you see how hard it all is for me, this course I have to take—that I must take for his sake?”
With a comical little twist of the mouth, she went on: “Some are born virtuous103, some are—something or other—what is it?—and some have virtue104 thrust upon them! I know that I must defend this wretched case for the sake of other people, but I can’t help thinking that if Mortimer did win it and get his divorce, it would be the very thing for me!”
“I confess I don’t understand{226}——”
“Mr. Rivers would marry me,” she said, wistfully, “and then I should live in London!”
Egidia laughed—she could not help it! This, then, was the net result of her carefully arranged plan for indoctrinating her guest with the pleasures of respectability and the advantages of a defined social position.
“My dear woman, forgive me!” she exclaimed. “Have you the very remotest notion of what you are saying? You cannot have the most elementary knowledge of social laws if you imagine that a man having married a divorced woman—divorced on his account—could take her out, and expect his friends to call on her! On the contrary, you and he—God help you both—would have to forego all society. You would have to live abroad in some shady place, and be thankful for the company of blacklegs and second-rate women, or else make up your minds to live entirely apart from the world. He would not mind that; he is used to it; but you! What would you do without life, movement, and, above all, consideration? That is what I was asking myself when I looked down the table to-night, and saw you happy and gay——”
“Well, pretending to be happy and gay—though I really and truly believe you were. As you have just been saying yourself, you were in your element. And I thought what a volcano it was that you were standing106 on, and how, if the worst came to pass, how{227} different a life yours would be from this you covet—and all the time you were thinking that the very fact of your divorce would entitle you to it all! Good Heavens! Instead of sitting there, gay and important, admired and attended to, with people taking the trouble to mesmerize you and analyze107 you and take your soul to pieces for you, you would be hidden away in some little foreign town—Boulogne, say?—cut, snubbed, and penned up for life with no other society but that of the man you have dragged down along with you, and involved in your ruin, and who would end by hating you in consequence.”
Mrs. Elles cried out, outraged108. “You forget—you forget that he proposed to me—when he thought I was free!”
“No, don’t beg my pardon, you meant to be kind—but——” She stopped, and her whole manner altered as the humiliating suggestion took root in her mind. “Tell me—you must mean—tell me in so many words—you must mean to say that he never really cared for me? For God’s sake, speak out!”
“If you ask me to speak out honestly, then I don’t think he really did! He is not what is called a marrying man.... Now you will of course never be able to forgive me.... Let us both go to bed now at any rate—I am quite worn out!”
She turned aside wearily, and passed through the portière, letting her hand drag after her, as she went. Mrs. Elles’s vexation at her plain speaking died{228} before a more generous instinct of gratitude110 to the woman who had befriended her in her need. She caught hold of the fugitive111 hand——
“Oh, don’t leave me like this; indeed, you are my best friend. Thank you, thank you—for telling me the truth. I ought to know it.”
“It is only my opinion!” said the other, suffering herself, however, to be drawn into the room again, by the insistent112 tenderness of her rival, which touched her, and made her feel a brute113.
“Yes,” Mrs. Elles went on sadly. “Only your opinion, but you have known him so very much longer than I have.” She would have been equal to the mental sacrifice of adding, “and so much more intimately,” but hardly dared, lest it was taken, not as a compliment but as an impertinence. “I only saw him for a month, and even in that time I could not help loving him—adoring him.... How could anyone help it? Could you?”
“No,” Egidia murmured under her breath, too much moved to resent the question.
“It is just those very silent men whom every one adores,” the other went on. “But he always preferred his art to me. I knew it at the time, only I was so blinded. Then when he realized that he was compromising me, he did the honourable114 thing, and proposed. Of course I don’t suppose he thought me quite impossible, he felt it would be just bearable to be married to me, if he had to be married, but he had never meant to be married, as you say. But you{229} must see, that if I come to think that, how very much more humiliating it makes it for me—how painful to have to think that one was only proposed to out of pity and a sense of duty!”
Egidia put her arm round her. She could unfeignedly sympathise with the very real sorrows of wounded vanity. She felt she had spoken plainly—with full conviction and honest intent, it was true, but still plainly and perhaps brutally116. She was conscious that her care had been all along for the man, and not the woman.
“My dear, my dear,” she said, drawing Mrs. Elles close to her, “there is another thing I see—that saves it a little—a good deal, I think!”
“What?” asked Ph?be Elles.
“You don’t really love him either!”
“What, not love him?”
“No, you think you do, you would die for him, of course, but you don’t love him. You happen to have chosen him for an emotional centre, every woman, if she is a woman, has to find an emotional centre, but she does not always choose well. Edmund, like all geniuses, is self-centred without being selfish; you understand me; he is to be regarded as exempt117 from the ordinary responsibilities of humanity, morally and otherwise. He is quite willing to be worshipped—what man is not? but he has no time to worship, or be aux petits soins with anybody. He could not, if he liked, make any woman happy, certainly not a{230} passionate1 woman. She could never exist long in the rarefied spiritual atmosphere into which dear Edmund would want to lift her, where he lives—and flourishes. He can feel, of course, the big things, but he has, as it were, no small change of emotion at any one’s service. And he doesn’t, on his side, ask for anything. He is sufficient unto himself. Did you not observe, when you were with him, how he accepted your devotion, but made no demands on it!”
“He let me rub his colours for him!” Mrs. Elles said, laughing.
“Do you mean to say you did not feel the curious sense of aloofness118, of want of sympathy with poor humanity, that the consciousness of a mission—even an art mission—seems to bring with it? Not for humanity’s woes119; no one can be kinder than Edmund, if you are in real trouble, but he is the kind of man who would never notice if you had cut your finger, or had got a new frock on. Now woman wants more than that here below—at least I think so!”
She laughed, Mrs. Elles was wondering how she could talk like this about the man she cared for.
“I am being very didactic, I fear,” Egidia said suddenly. “And boring you.”
“No, no,” said the other vehemently120. “I love discussing people. I have noticed all you say in Mr. Rivers, but still—— And do you know,” she went on eagerly, “all the men who speak of him seem very fond of him, so is it only women he snubs?{231}”
“Oh, men like him and respect him, but they don’t slap him on the back, and confide121 their pleasant weaknesses to him! He is manly122 enough, but I don’t know how it is, he is quite out of it in the smoking-room.”
“He is very much at home in a woman’s boudoir, at all events!” said Mrs. Elles, a little bitterly.
“You mean mine,” the other replied with her usual directness. “Well, he is my cousin, and he knows I like to hear him discuss the only subject he cares to discuss—art. He tells me his ideas for new mediums and the experiments he is making. He laments123 the volatility124 of the prettiest colours, such as aureoline, and the impracticability of Nature as a model. We never talk of anything more personal than that, and all he condescends125 to look at here is a sunset over Westminster as we see it from my windows.”
“Do you like that sort of subject best yourself?” Mrs. Elles said wistfully, going out of herself for once, into the other woman’s mind, and realizing the bitterness of renunciation that informed the words so laughingly spoken.
“Oh, I—well, I am a woman, and no wiser than the rest. That is why I have been telling you all this, because if you once realize that I—have been there myself, in short—you will more readily let me help you and him. You see, though I am hopeless—absolutely hopeless”—Mrs. Elles stared; this strange woman might have been talking about cooks,{232} for all the emotion she showed—“I am not even miserable126 about it. I know so well that if Edmund came to me and went down on his knees to me to marry him, I should refuse, he could not make me as happy as he makes me now. If I were a wife, I should not care to be second to anything, not even to Art, nor would you. I have realized the finality of it all, and so must you. But now, you must trust me, please, and not think, when I talk to you of your affairs and Edmund’s, that I am fighting for my own hand, and mean to secure him for myself, in the end, as soon as I have helped him to get clear of his entanglement127 with you. You see—I speak quite plainly.”
Mrs. Elles’s eager disclaimer of any such interpretation128 of Egidia’s behaviour was not so much the outcome of an emotional confidence in the woman who had so bravely, so wildly, so foolishly committed herself, as of the strong conviction which her words carried. She was secretly a little overcome and puzzled by the spectacle of so much single-mindedness and bonhomie in the unveiling of a soul’s tragedy, such as she conceived Egidia’s to be. She herself could not have been anything but tortuous129 in the telling of such a piece of secret history. The novelist’s methods were not hers. They went with the whole character of the woman, with the honest eyes, and shrewd, fine, but uncompromising mouth.
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poignant
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affected
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confession
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juncture
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melodrama
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mentors
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trickle
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mischief
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impatience
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reticence
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ingenuously
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haughtiest
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utterly
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incompetent
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solicitor
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proceedings
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belie
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apprehensive
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imputation
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shackles
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perfectly
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bounty
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proprietary
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assailed
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mansions
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yearned
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draught
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champagne
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misery
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rustle
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pane
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repartee
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thoroughly
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generosity
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ardently
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espousing
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decided
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conversational
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celebrity
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celebrated
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oculist
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perturb
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conceited
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mesmerize
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piqued
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misogynist
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unduly
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puffed
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analytical
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correlation
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wade
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curmudgeon
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eminently
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deities
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distress
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promising
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knight
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aspersion
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annoyance
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| n.悲恸，哀歌，挽歌( lament的名词复数 )v.（为…）哀悼，痛哭，悲伤( lament的第三人称单数 ) | |
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entanglement
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