\"’MargaretAubyn’sLetters。’Twovolumes。Outto—day。Firsteditionoffivethousandsoldoutbeforeleavingthepress。
Secondeditionreadynextweek。THEBOOKOFTHEYEAR……\"
Helookedupstupidly。Hiswifestillsatwithherheadthrownback，herpureprofiledetachedagainstthecushions。Shewassmilingalittleovertheprospecthislastwordshadopened。
Behindherheadshiversofsunandshaderanacrossthestripedawning。Arowofmaplesandaprivethedgehidtheirneighbor’sgables，givingthemundividedpossessionoftheirleafyhalf—acre；
andlife，amomentbefore，hadbeenliketheirplotofground，shutoff，hedgedinfromimportunities，impenetrablyhisandhers。
Nowitseemedtohimthateverymaple—leaf，everyprivet—bud，wasarelentlesshumangaze，pressingcloseupontheirprivacy。Itwasasthoughtheysatinabrightlylitroom，uncurtainedfromadarknessfullofhostilewatchers……Hiswifestillsmiled；
andherunconsciousnessofdangerseemed，insomehorribleway，toputherbeyondthereachofrescue……
Hehadnotknownthatitwouldbelikethis。Afterthefirstodiousweeks，spentinpreparingthelettersforpublication，insubmittingthemtoFlamel，andinnegotiatingwiththepublishers，thetransactionhaddroppedoutofhisconsciousnessintothatunvisitedlimbotowhichwerelegatethedeedswewouldrathernothavedonebuthavenonotionofundoing。FromthemomenthehadobtainedMissTrent’spromisenottosailwithheraunthehadtriedtoimaginehimselfirrevocablycommitted。Afterthat，heargued，hisfirstdutywastoher——shehadbecomehisconscience。
ThesumobtainedfromthepublishersbyFlamel’sadroitmanipulationsandopportunelytransferredtoDinslow’ssuccessfulventure，alreadyyieldedareturnwhich，combinedwithGlennard’sprofessionalearnings，tooktheedgeofcompulsionfromtheirwayofliving，makingitappeartheexpressionofagracefulpreferenceforsimplicity。Itwasthemitigatedpovertywhichcansubscribetoareviewortwoandhaveafewflowersonthedinner—
table。AndalreadyinasmallwayGlennardwasbeginningtofeelthemagneticqualityofprosperity。Clientswhohadpassedhisdoorinthehungrydayssoughtitoutnowthatitborethenameofasuccessfulman。Itwasunderstoodthatasmallinheritance，cleverlyinvested，wasthesourceofhisfortune；andtherewasafeelingthatamanwhocoulddosowellforhimselfwaslikelytoknowhowtoturnoverotherpeople’smoney。
Butitwasinthemoreintimaterewardofhiswife’shappinessthatGlennardtastedthefullflavorofsuccess。Comingoutofconditionssonarrowthatthoseheofferedherseemedspacious，shefittedintohernewlifewithoutanyofthosemanifesteffortsatadjustmentthatareassoretoahusband’sprideasthecriticalrearrangementofthebridalfurniture。Shehadgivenhim，instead，thedelicatepleasureofwatchingherexpandlikeasea—creaturerestoredtoitselement，stretchingouttheatrophiedtentaclesofgirlishvanityandenjoymenttotherisingtideofopportunity。Andsomehow——inthewindowlessinnercellofhisconsciousnesswhereself—criticismcowered——Glennard’scourseseemedjustifiedbyitsmerelymaterialsuccess。Howcouldsuchacropofinnocentblessednesshavesprungfromtaintedsoil？
Nowhehadtheinjuredsenseofamanentrappedintoadisadvantageousbargain。Hehadnotknownitwouldbelikethis；
andadullangergatheredathisheart。Angeragainstwhom？
Againsthiswife，fornotknowingwhathesuffered？AgainstFlamel，forbeingtheunconsciousinstrumentofhiswrong—doing？
Oragainstthatmutememorytowhichhisownacthadsuddenlygivenavoiceofaccusation？Yes，thatwasit；andhispunishmenthenceforthwouldbethepresence，theunescapablepresence，ofthewomanhehadsopersistentlyevaded。Shewouldalwaysbetherenow。Itwasasthoughhehadmarriedherinsteadoftheother。
Itwaswhatshehadalwayswanted——tobewithhim——andshehadgainedherpointatlast……
Hesprangup，asthoughinanimpulseofflight……Thesuddenmovementliftedhiswife’slids，andsheasked，intheincuriousvoiceofthewomanwhoselifeisenclosedinamagiccircleofprosperity——\"Anynews？\"
\"No——none——\"hesaid，rousedtoasenseofimmediateperil。Thepaperslayscatteredathisfeet——whatifsheweretoseethem？
Hestretchedhisarmtogatherthemup，buthisnextthoughtshowedhimthefutilityofsuchconcealment。Thesameadvertisementwouldappeareveryday，forweekstocome，ineverynewspaper；howcouldhepreventherseeingit？Hecouldnotalwaysbehidingthepapersfromher……Well，andwhatifshedidseeit？Itwouldsignifynothingtoher，thechanceswerethatshewouldneverevenreadthebook……Assheceasedtobeanelementoffearinhiscalculationsthedistancebetweenthemseemedtolessenandhetookheragain，asitwere，intothecircleofhisconjugalprotection……Yetamomentbeforehehadalmosthatedher!……Helaughedaloudathissenselessterrors……Hewasoffhisbalance，decidedly。
\"Whatareyoulaughingat？\"sheasked。
Heexplained，elaborately，thathewaslaughingattherecollectionofanoldwomaninthetrain，anoldwomanwithalotofbundles，whocouldn’tfindherticket……Butsomehow，inthetelling，thehumorofthestoryseemedtoevaporate，andhefelttheconventionalityofhersmile。Heglancedathiswatch，\"Isn’tittimetodress？\"
Sherosewithserenereluctance。\"It’sapitytogoin。Thegardenlookssolovely。\"
Theylingeredsidebyside，surveyingtheirdomain。Therewasnotspaceinit，atthishour，fortheshadowoftheelm—treeintheangleofthehedge；itcrossedthelawn，cuttheflower—borderintwo，andranupthesideofthehousetothenurserywindow。Shebenttoflickacaterpillarfromthehoney—suckle；then，astheyturnedindoors，\"IfwemeantogoontheyachtnextSunday，\"shesuggested，\"oughtn’tyoutoletMr。Flamelknow？\"
Glennard’sexasperationdeflectedsuddenly。\"OfcourseIshalllethimknow。YoualwaysseemtoimplythatI’mgoingtodosomethingrudetoFlamel。\"
Thewordsreverberatedthroughhersilence；shehadawayofthusleavingonespaceinwhichtocontemplateone’sfollyatarm’slength。Glennardturnedonhisheelandwentupstairs。Ashedroppedintoachairbeforehisdressing—tablehesaidtohimselfthatinthelasthourhehadsoundedthedepthsofhishumiliationandthatthelowestdregsofit，theverybottom—slime，wasthehatefulnecessityofhavingalways，aslongasthetwomenlived，tobeciviltoBartonFlamel。
VI
THEweekintownhadbeensultry，andthemen，intheSundayemancipationofwhiteflannelandduck，filledthedeck—chairsoftheyachtwiththeiroutstretchedapathy，following，throughamistofcigarette—smoke，theflittinginconsequencesofthewomen。
Thepartwasasmallone——Flamelhadfewintimatefriends——butcomposedofmoreheterogeneousatomsthanthelittlepoolsintowhichsocietyusuallyruns。ThereactionfromthechiefepisodeofhisearlierlifehadbredinGlennardanuneasydistasteforanykindofpersonalsaliency。Clevernesswasusefulinbusiness；
butinsocietyitseemedtohimasfutileastheshamcascadesformedbyastreamthatmighthavebeenusedtodriveamill。Helikedthecollectivepointofviewthatgoeswiththecivilizeduniformityofdress—clothes，andhiswife’sattitudeimpliedthesamepreference；yettheyfoundthemselvesslippingmoreandmoreintoFlamel’sintimacy。Alexahadonceortwicesaidthatsheenjoyedmeetingcleverpeople；butherenjoymenttookthenegativeformofasmilingreceptivity；andGlennardfeltagrowingpreferenceforthekindofpeoplewhohavetheirthinkingdoneforthembythecommunity。
Still，thedeckoftheyachtwasapleasantrefugefromtheheatonshore，andhiswife’sprofile，serenelyprojectedagainstthechangingblue，layonhisretinalikeacoolhandonthenerves。
Hehadneverbeenmoreimpressedbythekindofabsolutenessthatliftedherbeautyabovethetransienteffectsofotherwomen，makingthemostharmoniousfaceseemanaccidentalcollocationoffeatures。
Theladieswhodirectlysuggestedthiscomparisonwereofakindaccustomedtotakesimilarriskswithmoregratifyingresults。
Mrs。Armigerhadinfactlongbeenthetriumphantalternativeofthosewhocouldn’t\"see\"AlexaGlennard’slooks；andMrs。
Touchett’sclaimstoconsiderationwerefoundedonthatdistributionofeffectswhichisthewonderofthosewhoadmireahighlycultivatedcountry。ThethirdladyofthetriowhichGlennard’sfancyhadputtosuchunflatteringuses，wasboundbycircumstancestosupporttheclaimsoftheothertwo。ThiswasMrs。Dresham，thewifeoftheeditoroftheRadiator。Mrs。
Dreshamwasaladywhohadrescuedherselffromsocialobscuritybyassumingtheroleofherhusband’sexponentandinterpreter；
andDresham’sleisurebeingdevotedtothecultivationofremarkablewomen，hiswife’sattitudecommittedhertothepubliccelebrationoftheirremarkableness。Fortheconceivabletediumofthisduty，Mrs。DreshamwasrepaidbythefactthattherewerepeoplewhotookHERforaremarkablewoman；andwhointurnprobablypurchasedsimilardistinctionwiththesmallchangeofherreflectedimportance。Astotheotherladiesoftheparty，theyweresimplythewivesofsomeofthemen——thekindofwomenwhoexpecttobetalkedtocollectivelyandtohavetheirquestionsleftunanswered。
Mrs。Armiger，thelatestembodimentofDresham’sinstinctfortheremarkable，wasaninnocentbeautywhoforyearshaddistilleddulnessamongasetofpeoplenowself—condemnedbytheirinabilitytoappreciateher。UnderDresham’stutelageshehaddevelopedintoa\"thoughtfulwoman，\"whoreadhisleadersintheRadiatorandboughtthebooksherecommended。Whenanewnovelappeared，peoplewantedtoknowwhatMrs。Armigerthoughtofit；
andayounggentlemanwhohadmadeatripinTourainehadrecentlyinscribedtoherthewide—marginedresultofhisexplorations。
Glennard，leaningbackwithhisheadagainsttherailandaslitoffugitivebluebetweenhishalf—closedlids，vaguelywishedshewouldn’tspoiltheafternoonbymakingpeopletalk；thoughhereducedhisannoyancetotheminimumbynotlisteningtowhatwassaid，thereremainedalatentirritationagainstthegeneralfutilityofwords。
Hiswife’sgiftofsilenceseemedtohimthemostvividcommentaryontheclumsinessofspeechasameansofintercourse，andhiseyeshadturnedtoherinrenewedappreciationofthisfinerfacultywhenMrs。Armiger’svoiceabruptlybroughthometohimtheunderratedpotentialitiesoflanguage。
\"You’vereadthem，ofcourse，Mrs。Glennard？\"heheardherask；
and，inreplytoAlexa’svagueinterrogation——\"Why，the’AubynLetters’——it’stheonlybookpeoplearetalkingofthisweek。\"
Mrs。Dreshamimmediatelysawheradvantage。\"YouHAVEN’Treadthem？Howveryextraordinary!AsMrs。Armigersays，thebook’sintheair；onebreathesitinliketheinfluenza。\"
Glennardsatmotionless，watchinghiswife。
\"Perhapsithasn’treachedthesuburbsyet，\"shesaid，withherunruffledsmile。
\"Oh，DOletmecometoyou，then!\"Mrs。Touchettcried；\"anythingforachangeofair!I’mpositivelysickofthebookandIcan’tputitdown。Can’tyousailusbeyonditsreach，Mr。Flamel？\"
Flamelshookhishead。\"Notevenwiththisbreeze。Literaturetravelsfasterthansteamnowadays。Andtheworstofitisthatwecan’tanyofusgiveupreading；it’sasinsidiousasaviceandastiresomeasavirtue。\"
\"IbelieveitISavice，almost，toreadsuchabookasthe’Letters，’\"saidMrs。Touchett。\"It’sthewoman’ssoul，absolutelytornupbytheroots——herwholeselflaidbare；andtoamanwhoevidentlydidn’tcare；whocouldn’thavecared。Idon’tmeantoreadanotherline；it’stoomuchlikelisteningatakeyhole。\"
\"Butifshewanteditpublished？\"
\"Wantedit？Howdoweknowshedid？\"
\"Why，Iheardshe’dlefttheletterstotheman——whoeverheis——
withdirectionsthattheyshouldbepublishedafterhisdeath——\"
\"Idon’tbelieveit，\"Mrs。Touchettdeclared。
\"He’sdeadthen，ishe？\"oneofthemenasked。
\"Why，youdon’tsupposeifhewerealivehecouldeverholduphisheadagain，withtheselettersbeingreadbyeverybody？\"Mrs。
Touchettprotested。\"Itmusthavebeenhorribleenoughtoknowthey’dbeenwrittentohim；buttopublishthem!Nomancouldhavedoneitandnowomancouldhavetoldhimto——\"
\"Oh，come，come，\"Dreshamjudiciallyinterposed；\"afterall，they’renotlove—letters。\"
\"No——that’stheworstofit；they’reunlovedletters，\"Mrs。
Touchettretorted。
\"Then，obviously，sheneedn’thavewrittenthem；whereastheman，poordevil，couldhardlyhelpreceivingthem。\"
\"Perhapshecountedonthepublictosavehimthetroubleofreadingthem，\"saidyoungHartly，whowasinthecynicalstage。
Mrs。ArmigerturnedherreproachfullovelinesstoDresham。\"Fromthewayyoudefendhim，Ibelieveyouknowwhoheis。\"
EveryonelookedatDresham，andhiswifesmiledwiththesuperiorairofthewomanwhoisinherhusband’sprofessionalsecrets。
Dreshamshruggedhisshoulders。
\"WhathaveIsaidtodefendhim？\"
\"Youcalledhimapoordevil——youpitiedhim。\"
\"AmanwhocouldletMargaretAubynwritetohiminthatway？OfcourseIpityhim。\"
\"ThenyouMUSTknowwhoheis，\"criedMrs。Armiger，withatriumphantairofpenetration。
HartlyandFlamellaughedandDreshamshookhishead。\"Nooneknows；noteventhepublishers；sotheytellmeatleast。\"
\"Sotheytellyoutotellus，\"Hartlyastutelyamended；andMrs。
Armigeradded，withtheappearanceofcarryingtheargumentapointfarther，\"ButevenifHE’SdeadandSHE’Sdead，somebodymusthavegiventheletterstothepublishers。\"
\"Alittlebird，probably，\"saidDresham，smilingindulgentlyonherdeduction。
\"Alittlebirdofpreythen——avulture，Ishouldsay——\"anothermaninterpolated。
\"Oh，I’mnotwithyouthere，\"saidDresham，easily。\"Thoselettersbelongedtothepublic。\"
\"Howcananylettersbelongtothepublicthatweren’twrittentothepublic？\"Mrs。Touchettinterposed。
\"Well，thesewere，inasense。ApersonalityasbigasMargaretAubyn’sbelongstotheworld。Suchamindispartofthegeneralfundofthought。It’sthepenaltyofgreatness——onebecomesamonumenthistorique。Posteritypaysthecostofkeepingoneup，butonconditionthatoneisalwaysopentothepublic。\"
\"Idon’tseethatthatexoneratesthemanwhogivesupthekeysofthesanctuary，asitwere。\"
\"WhoWAShe？\"anothervoiceinquired。
\"Whowashe？Oh，nobody，Ifancy——theletter—box，theslitinthewallthroughwhichtheletterspassedtoposterity……\"
\"Butshenevermeantthemforposterity!\"
\"Awomanshouldn’twritesuchlettersifshedoesn’tmeanthemtobepublished……\"
\"Sheshouldn’twritethemtosuchaman!\"Mrs。Touchettscornfullycorrected。
\"Ineverkeepletters，\"saidMrs。Armiger，undertheobviousimpressionthatshewascontributingavaluablepointtothediscussion。
Therewasagenerallaugh，andFlamel，whohadnotspoken，said，lazily，\"Youwomenaretooincurablysubjective。Iventuretosaythatmostmenwouldseeinthoselettersmerelytheirimmenseliteraryvalue，theirsignificanceasdocuments。Thepersonalsidedoesn’tcountwherethere’ssomuchelse。\"
\"Oh，weallknowyouhaven’tanyprinciples，\"Mrs。Armigerdeclared；andAlexaGlennard，liftinganindolentsmile，said：\"I
shallneverwriteyoualove—letter，Mr。Flamel。\"
Glennardmovedawayimpatiently。Suchtalkwasastediousasthebuzzingofgnats。Hewonderedwhyhiswifehadwantedtodraghimonsuchasenselessexpedition……HehatedFlamel’scrowd——
andwhatbusinesshadFlamelhimselftointerfereinthatway，standingupforthepublicationofthelettersasthoughGlennardneededhisdefence？……
GlennardturnedhisheadandsawthatFlamelhaddrawnaseattoAlexa’selbowandwasspeakingtoherinalowtone。Theothergroupshadscattered，strayingintwosalongthedeck。ItcameoverGlennardthatheshouldneveragainbeabletoseeFlamelspeakingtohiswifewithoutthesenseofsickmistrustthatnowloosenedhisjoints……
Alexa，thenextmorning，overtheirearlybreakfast，surprisedherhusbandbyanunexpectedrequest。
\"Willyoubringmethoselettersfromtown？\"sheasked。
\"Whatletters？\"hesaid，puttingdownhiscup。Hefelthimselfashelplesslyvulnerableasamanwhoislungedatinthedark。
\"Mrs。Aubyn’s。Thebooktheywerealltalkingaboutyesterday。\"
Glennard，carefullymeasuringhissecondcupoftea，said，withdeliberation，\"Ididn’tknowyoucaredaboutthatsortofthing。\"
Shewas，infact，notagreatreader，andanewbookseldomreachedhertillitwas，sotospeak，onthehomestretch；butshereplied，withagentletenacity，\"IthinkitwouldinterestmebecauseIreadherlifelastyear。\"
\"Herlife？Wheredidyougetthat？\"
\"Someonelentittomewhenitcameout——Mr。Flamel，Ithink。\"
Hisfirstimpulsewastoexclaim，\"WhythedevildoyouborrowbooksofFlamel？Icanbuyyouallyouwant——\"buthefelthimselfirresistiblyforcedintoanattitudeofsmilingcompliance。\"Flamelalwayshasthenewestbooksgoing，hasn’the？
Youmustbecareful，bytheway，aboutreturningwhathelendsyou。He’srathercrotchetyabouthislibrary。\"
\"Oh，I’malwaysverycareful，\"shesaid，withatouchofcompetencethatstruckhim；andsheadded，ashecaughtuphishat：\"Don’tforgettheletters。\"
Whyhadsheaskedforthebook？WashersuddenwishtoseeittheresultofsomehintofFlamel’s？ThethoughtturnedGlennardsick，buthepreservedsufficientluciditytotellhimself，amomentlater，thathislasthopeofself—controlwouldbelostifheyieldedtothetemptationofseeingahiddenpurposeineverythingshesaidanddid。HowmuchFlamelguessed，hehadnomeansofdivining；norcouldhepredicate，fromwhatheknewoftheman，towhatusehisinferencesmightbeput。TheveryqualitiesthathadmadeFlamelausefuladvisermadehimthemostdangerousofaccomplices。Glennardfelthimselfagropeamongalienforcesthathisownacthadsetinmotion……
Alexawasawomanoffewrequirements；butherwishes，evenintrifles，hadadefinitenessthatdistinguishedthemfromthefluidimpulsesofherkind。Heknewthat，havingonceaskedforthebook，shewouldnotforgetit；andheputaside，asanineffectualexpedient，hismomentaryideaofapplyingforitatthecirculatinglibraryandtellingherthatallthecopieswereout。
Ifthebookwastobeboughtithadbetterbeboughtatonce。Helefthisofficeearlierthanusualandturnedinatthefirstbook—shoponhiswaytothetrain。Theshow—windowwasstackedwithconspicuouslyletteredvolumes。\"MargaretAubyn\"flashedbackathiminendlessrepetition。Heplungedintotheshopandcameonacounterwherethenamereiterateditselfonrowafterrowofbindings。Itseemedtohavedriventherestofliteraturetothebackshelves。Hecaughtupacopy，tossingthemoneytoanastonishedclerkwhopursuedhimtothedoorwiththeunheededoffertowrapupthevolumes。
Inthestreethewasseizedwithasuddenapprehension。WhatifheweretomeetFlamel？Thethoughtwasintolerable。Hecalledacabanddrovestraighttothestationwhere，amidthepalm—leaffansofaperspiringcrowd，hewaitedalonghalf—hourforhistraintostart。
Hehadthrustavolumeineitherpocketandinthetrainhedarednotdrawthemout；butthedetestedwordsleapedathimfromthefoldsoftheeveningpaper。TheairseemedfullofMargaretAubyn’sname。Themotionofthetrainsetitdancingupanddownonthepageofamagazinethatamaninfrontofhimwasreading……
AtthedoorhewastoldthatMrs。Glennardwasstillout，andhewentupstairstohisroomanddraggedthebooksfromhispocket。
Theylayonthetablebeforehimlikelivethingsthathefearedtotouch……Atlengthheopenedthefirstvolume。Afamiliarlettersprangoutathim，eachwordquickenedbyitsglaringgarboftype。Thelittlebrokenphrasesfledacrossthepagelikewoundedanimalsintheopen……Itwasahorriblesight……
Abattueofhelplessthingsdrivensavagelyoutofshelter。Hehadnotknownitwouldbelikethis……
Heunderstoodnowthat，atthemomentofsellingtheletters，hehadviewedthetransactionsolelyasitaffectedhimself：asanunfortunateblemishonanotherwisepresentablerecord。HehadscarcelyconsideredtheactinrelationtoMargaretAubyn；fordeath，ifithallows，alsomakesinnocuous。Glennard’sGodwasagodoftheliving，oftheimmediate，theactual，thetangible；allhisdayshehadlivedinthepresenceofthatgod，heedlessofthedivinitieswho，belowthesurfaceofourdeedsandpassions，silentlyforgethefatalweaponsofthedead。
VII
Aknockrousedhimandlookinguphesawhiswife。Hemetherglanceinsilence，andshefalteredout，\"Areyouill？\"
Thewordsrestoredhisself—possession。\"Ill？Ofcoursenot。
TheytoldmeyouwereoutandIcameupstairs。\"
Thebookslaybetweenthemonthetable；hewonderedwhenshewouldseethem。Shelingeredtentativelyonthethreshold，withtheairofleavinghisexplanationonhishands。Shewasnotthekindofwomanwhocouldbecountedontofortifyanexcusebyappearingtodisputeit。
\"Wherehaveyoubeen？\"Glennardasked，movingforwardsothatheobstructedhervisionofthebooks。
\"IwalkedovertotheDreshamsfortea。\"
\"Ican’tthinkwhatyouseeinthosepeople，\"hesaidwithashrug；adding，uncontrollably——\"IsupposeFlamelwasthere？\"
\"No；heleftontheyachtthismorning。\"
AnanswersoobstructingtothenaturalescapeofhisirritationleftGlennardwithnomomentaryresourcebutthatofstrollingimpatientlytothewindow。Ashereyesfollowedhimtheylitonthebooks。
\"Ah，you’vebroughtthem!I’msoglad，\"sheexclaimed。
Heansweredoverhisshoulder，\"Forawomanwhoneverreadsyoumakethemostastoundingexceptions!\"
Hersmilewasanexasperatingconcessiontotheprobabilitythatithadbeenhotintownorthatsomethinghadbotheredhim。
\"Doyoumeanit’snotnicetowanttoreadthebook？\"sheasked。
\"Itwasnotnicetopublishit，certainly；butafterall，I’mnotresponsibleforthat，amI？\"Shepaused，and，ashemadenoanswer，wenton，stillsmiling，\"Idoreadsometimes，youknow；
andI’mveryfondofMargaretAubyn’sbooks。Iwasreading’PomegranateSeed’whenwefirstmet。Don’tyouremember？Itwasthenyoutoldmeallabouther。\"
Glennardhadturnedbackintotheroomandstoodstaringathiswife。\"Allabouther？\"herepeated，andwiththewordsremembrancecametohim。HehadfoundMissTrentoneafternoonwiththenovelinherhand，andmovedbythelover’sfatuousimpulsetoassociatehimselfinsomewaywithwhateverfillsthemindofthebeloved，hadbrokenthroughhishabitualsilenceaboutthepast。RewardedbytheconsciousnessoffiguringimpressivelyinMissTrent’simaginationhehadgoneonfromoneanecdotetoanother，revivingdormantdetailsofhisoldHillbridgelife，andpasturinghisvanityontheeagernesswithwhichshereceivedhisreminiscencesofabeingalreadyclothedintheimpersonalityofgreatness。
Theincidenthadleftnotraceinhismind；butitsprangupnowlikeanoldenemy，themoredangerousforhavingbeenforgotten。
Theinstinctofself—preservation——sometimesthemostperilousthatmancanexercise——madehimawkwardlydeclare——\"Oh，Iusedtoseeheratpeople’shouses，thatwasall；\"andhersilenceasusualleavingroomforamultiplicationofblunders，headded，withincreasedindifference，\"Isimplycan’tseewhatyoucanfindtointerestyouinsuchabook。\"
Sheseemedtoconsiderthisintently。\"You’vereadit，then？\"
\"Iglancedatit——Ineverreadsuchthings。\"
\"Isittruethatshedidn’twishtheletterstobepublished？\"
Glennardfeltthesuddendizzinessofthemountaineeronanarrowledge，andwithitthesensethathewaslostifhelookedmorethanastepahead。
\"I’msureIdon’tknow，\"hesaid；then，summoningasmile，hepassedhishandthroughherarm。\"Ididn’thaveteaattheDreshams，youknow；won’tyougivemesomenow？\"hesuggested。
ThateveningGlennard，underpretextofworktobedone，shuthimselfintothesmallstudyopeningoffthedrawing—room。Ashegathereduphispapershesaidtohiswife：\"You’renotgoingtositindoorsonsuchanightasthis？I’lljoinyoupresentlyoutside。\"
Butshehaddrawnherarmchairtothelamp。\"Iwanttolookatmybook，\"shesaid，takingupthefirstvolumeofthe\"Letters。\"
Glennard，withashrug，withdrewintothestudy。\"I’mgoingtoshutthedoor；Iwanttobequiet，\"heexplainedfromthethreshold；andshenoddedwithoutliftinghereyesfromthebook。
Hesankintoachair，staringaimlesslyattheoutspreadpapers。
Howwashetowork，whileontheothersideofthedoorshesatwiththatvolumeinherhand？Thedoordidnotshutherout——hesawherdistinctly，feltherclosetohiminacontactaspainfulasthepressureonabruise。
Thesensationwaspartofthegeneralstrangenessthatmadehimfeellikeamanwakingfromalongsleeptofindhimselfinanunknowncountryamongpeopleofalientongue。Weliveinourownsoulsasinanunmappedregion，afewacresofwhichwehaveclearedforourhabitation；whileofthenatureofthosenearestusweknowbuttheboundariesthatmarchwithours。Ofthepointsinhiswife’scharacternotindirectcontactwithhisown，Glennardnowdiscernedhisignorance；andthebafflingsenseofherremotenesswasintensifiedbythediscoverythat，inoneway，shewasclosertohimthaneverbefore。Asonemayliveforyearsinhappyunconsciousnessofthepossessionofasensitivenerve，hehadlivedbesidehiswifeunawarethatherindividualityhadbecomeapartofthetextureofhislife，ineradicableassomegrowthonavitalorgan；andhenowfelthimselfatonceincapableofforecastingherjudgmentandpowerlesstoevadeitseffects。
Toescape，thenextmorning，theconfidencesofthebreakfast—
table，hewenttotownearlierthanusual。Hiswife，whoreadslowly，wasgiventotalkingoverwhatsheread，andatpresenthisfirstobjectinlifewastopostponetheinevitablediscussionoftheletters。Thisinstinctofprotectionintheafternoon，onhiswayuptown，guidedhimtotheclubinsearchofamanwhomightbepersuadedtocomeouttothecountrytodine。TheonlymanintheclubwasFlamel。
Glennard，asheheardhimselfalmostinvoluntarilypressingFlameltocomeanddine，feltthefullironyofthesituation。TouseFlamelasashieldagainsthiswife’sscrutinywasonlyashadelesshumiliatingthantoreckononhiswifeasadefenceagainstFlamel。
Hefeltacontradictorymovementofannoyanceatthelatter’sreadyacceptance，andthetwomendroveinsilencetothestation。
Astheypassedthebookstallinthewaiting—roomFlamellingeredamomentandtheeyesofbothfellonMargaretAubyn’sname，conspicuouslydisplayedaboveacounterstackedwiththefamiliarvolumes。
\"Weshallbelate，youknow，\"Glennardremonstrated，pullingouthiswatch。
\"Goahead，\"saidFlamel，imperturbably。\"Iwanttogetsomething——\"
Glennardturnedonhisheelandwalkeddowntheplatform。Flamelrejoinedhimwithaninnocent—lookingmagazineinhishand；butGlennarddarednotevenglanceatthecover，lestitshouldshowthesyllableshefeared。
Thetrainwasfullofpeopletheyknew，andtheywerekeptaparttillitdroppedthematthelittlesuburbanstation。Astheystrolleduptheshadedhill，Glennardtalkedvolubly，pointingouttheimprovementsintheneighborhood，deploringthethreatenedapproachofanelectricrailway，andscreeninghimselfbyaseriesofreflexadjustmentsfromtheimminentriskofanyallusiontothe\"Letters。\"Flamelsufferedhisdiscoursewiththeblandinattentionthatweaccordtotheaffairsofsomeoneelse’ssuburb，andtheyreachedtheshelterofAlexa’stea—tablewithoutaperceptibleturntowardthedreadedtopic。
Thedinnerpassedoffsafely。Flamel，alwaysathisbestinAlexa’spresence，gaveherthekindofattentionwhichislikeabeaconinglightthrownonthespeaker’swords：hisanswersseemedtobringoutalatentsignificanceinherphrases，asthesculptordrawshisstatuefromtheblock。Glennard，underhiswife’scomposure，detectedasensibilitytothismanoeuvre，andthediscoverywaslikethelightning—flashacrossanocturnallandscape。Thusfarthesemomentaryilluminationshadservedonlytorevealthestrangenessoftheinterveningcountry：eachfreshobservationseemedtoincreasethesum—totalofhisignorance。
Hersimplicityofoutlinewasmorepuzzlingthanacomplexsurface。Onemayconceivablyworkone’swaythroughalabyrinth；
butAlexa’scandorwaslikeasnow—coveredplainwhere，theroadoncelost，therearenolandmarkstotravelby。
Dinnerover，theyreturnedtotheveranda，whereamoon，risingbehindtheoldelm，wascombiningwiththatcomplaisanttreearomanticenlargementoftheirborders。Glennardhadforgottenthecigars。Hewenttohisstudytofetchthem，andinpassingthroughthedrawing—roomhesawthesecondvolumeofthe\"Letters\"
lyingopenonhiswife’stable。Hepickedupthebookandlookedatthedateofthelettershehadbeenreading。Itwasoneofthelast……heknewthefewlinesbyheart。Hedroppedthebookandleanedagainstthewall。Whyhadheincludedthatoneamongtheothers？Orwasitpossiblethatnowtheywouldallseemlikethat……？
Alexa’svoicecamesuddenlyoutofthedusk。\"MayTouchettwasright——itISlikelisteningatakey—hole。IwishIhadn’treadit!\"
Flamelreturned，intheleisurelytoneofthemanwhosephrasesarepunctuatedbyacigarette，\"Itseemssotous，perhaps；buttoanothergenerationthebookwillbeaclassic。\"
\"Thenitoughtnottohavebeenpublishedtillithadbecomeaclassic。It’shorrible，it’sdegradingalmost，toreadthesecretsofawomanonemighthaveknown。\"Sheadded，inalowertone，\"StephenDIDknowher——\"
\"Didhe？\"camefromFlamel。
\"Heknewherverywell，atHillbridge，yearsago。Thebookhasmadehimfeeldreadfully……hewouldn’treadit……hedidn’twantmetoreadit。Ididn’tunderstandatfirst，butnowIcanseehowhorriblydisloyalitmustseemtohim。It’ssomuchworsetosurpriseafriend’ssecretsthanastranger’s。\"
\"Oh，Glennard’ssuchasensitivechap，\"Flamelsaid，easily；andAlexaalmostrebukinglyrejoined，\"Ifyou’dknownherI’msureyou’dfeelashedoes……\"
Glennardstoodmotionless，overcomebythesingularinfelicitywithwhichhehadcontrivedtoputFlamelinpossessionofthetwopointsmostdamagingtohiscase：thefactthathehadbeenafriendofMargaretAubyn’s，andthathehadconcealedfromAlexahisshareinthepublicationoftheletters。ToamanoflessthanFlamel’sastutenessitmustnowbecleartowhomtheletterswereaddressed；andthepossibilityoncesuggested，nothingcouldbeeasierthantoconfirmitbydiscreetresearch。Animpulseofself—accusaldroveGlennardtothewindow。WhynotanticipatebetrayalbytellinghiswifethetruthinFlamel’spresence？Ifthemanhadadropofdecentfeelinginhim，suchacoursewouldbethesurestmeansofsecuringhissilence；andaboveall，itwouldridGlennardofthenecessityofdefendinghimselfagainsttheperpetualcriticismofhiswife’sbeliefinhim……
Theimpulsewasstrongenoughtocarryhimtothewindow；butthereareactionofdefiancesetin。Whathadhedone，afterall，toneeddefenceandexplanation？BothDreshamandFlamelhad，inhishearing，declaredthepublicationoftheletterstobenotonlyjustifiablebutobligatory；andifthedisinterestednessofFlamel’sverdictmightbequestioned，Dresham’satleastrepresentedtheimpartialviewofthemanofletters。AstoAlexa’swords，theyweresimplytheconventionalutteranceofthe\"nice\"womanonaquestionalreadydecidedforherbyother\"nice\"
women。Shehadsaidtheproperthingasmechanicallyasshewouldhaveputontheappropriategownorwrittenthecorrectformofdinner—invitation。Glennardhadsmallfaithintheabstractjudgmentsoftheothersex；heknewthathalfthewomenwhowerehorrifiedbythepublicationofMrs。Aubyn’sletterswouldhavebetrayedhersecretswithoutascruple。
Thesuddenloweringofhisemotionalpitchbroughtaproportionaterelief。Hetoldhimselfthatnowtheworstwasoverandthingswouldfallintoperspectiveagain。HiswifeandFlamelhadturnedtoothertopics，andcomingoutontheveranda，hehandedthecigarstoFlamel，saying，cheerfully——andyethecouldhavesworntheywerethelastwordshemeanttoutter!——\"Lookhere，oldman，beforeyougodowntoNewportyoumustcomeoutandspendafewdayswithus——mustn’the，Alexa？\"
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Glennardhad，perhapsunconsciously，countedonthecontinuanceofthiseasiermood。Hehadalwaystakenprideinacertainrobustnessoffibrethatenabledhimtohardenhimselfagainsttheinevitable，toconverthisfailuresintothebuildingmaterialsofsuccess。Thoughitdidnotevennowoccurtohimthatwhathecalledtheinevitablehadhithertobeenthealternativehehappenedtoprefer，hewasyetobscurelyawarethathispresentdifficultywasonenottobeconjuredbyanyaffectationofindifference。Somegriefsbuildthesoulaspacioushouse——butinthismiseryofGlennard’shecouldnotstandupright。Itpressedagainsthimateveryturn。Hetoldhimselfthatthiswasbecausetherewasnoescapefromthevisibleevidencesofhisact。The\"Letters\"confrontedhimeverywhere。Peoplewhohadneveropenedabookdiscussedthemwithcriticalreservations；tohavereadthemhadbecomeasocialobligationincirclestowhichliteratureneverpenetratesexceptinapersonalguise。
Glennarddidhimselfinjustice。itwasfromtheunexpecteddiscoveryofhisownpettinessthathechieflysuffered。Ourself—esteemisapttobebasedonthehypotheticalgreatactwehaveneverhadoccasiontoperform；andeventhemostself—
scrutinizingmodestycreditsitselfnegativelywithahighstandardofconduct。Glennardhadneverthoughthimselfahero；
buthehadbeencertainthathewasincapableofbaseness。Wealllikeourwrong—doingstohaveabecomingcut，tobemadetoorder，asitwere；andGlennardfoundhimselfsuddenlythrustintoagarbofdishonorsurelymeantforameanerfigure。
Theimmediateresultofhisfirstweeksofwretchednesswastheresolvetogototownforthewinter。Heknewthatsuchacoursewasjustbeyondthelimitofprudence；butitwaseasytoallaythefearsofAlexawho，scrupulouslyvigilantinthemanagementofthehousehold，preservedtheAmericanwife’susualaloofnessfromherhusband’sbusinesscares。Glennardfeltthathecouldnottrusthimselftoawinter’ssolitudewithher。Hehadanunspeakabledreadofherlearningthetruthabouttheletters，yetcouldnotbesureofsteelinghimselfagainstthesuicidalimpulseofavowal。Hisverysoulwasparchedforsympathy；hethirstedforavoiceofpityandcomprehension。Butwouldhiswifepity？
Wouldsheunderstand？Againhefoundhimselfbroughtupabruptlyagainsthisincredibleignoranceofhernature。Thefactthatheknewwellenoughhowshewouldbehaveintheordinaryemergenciesoflife，thathecouldcount，insuchcontingencies，onthekindofhighcourageanddirectnesshehadalwaysdivinedinher，madehimthemorehopelessofherenteringintothetorturouspsychologyofanactthathehimselfcouldnolongerexplainorunderstand。Itwouldhavebeeneasierhadshebeenmorecomplex，morefeminine——ifhecouldhavecountedonherimaginativesympathyorhermoralobtuseness——buthewassureofneither。Hewassureofnothingbutthat，foratime，hemustavoidher。
Glennardcouldnotridhimselfofthedelusionthatbyandbyhisactionwouldceasetomakeitsconsequencesfelt。Hewouldnothavecaredtoowntohimselfthathecountedonthedullingofhissensibilities：hepreferredtoindulgethevaguehypothesisthatextraneouscircumstanceswouldsomehoweffacetheblotuponhisconscience。Inhisworstmomentsofself—abasementhetriedtofindsolaceinthethoughtthatFlamelhadsanctionedhiscourse。
Flamel，attheoutset，musthaveguessedtowhomtheletterswereaddressed；yetneitherthennorafterwardhadhehesitatedtoadvisetheirpublication。ThisthoughtdrewGlennardtohiminfitfulimpulsesoffriendliness，fromeachofwhichtherewasasharperreactionofdistrustandaversion。WhenFlamelwasnotatthehouse，hemissedthesupportofhistacitconnivance；whenhewasthere，hispresenceseemedtheassertionofanintolerableclaim。
EarlyinthewintertheGlennardstookpossessionofthelittlehousethatwastocostthemalmostnothing。ThechangebroughtGlennardtheimmediatereliefofseeinglessofhiswife，andofbeingprotected，inherpresence，bythemultipliedpreoccupationsoftownlife。Alexa，whocouldneverappearhurried，showedthesmilingabstractionofaprettywomantowhomthesocialsideofmarriedlifehasnotlostitsnovelty。Glennard，withtherecklessnessofamanfreshfromhisfirstfinancialimprudence，encouragedherinsuchlittleextravagancesashergoodsenseatfirstresisted。Sincetheyhadcometotown，heargued，theymightaswellenjoythemselves。Hetookasympatheticviewofthenecessityofnewgowns，hegaveherasetoffursatChristmas，andbeforetheNewYeartheyhadagreedontheobligationofaddingaparlour—maidtotheirsmallestablishment。
ProvidencetheverynextdayhastenedtojustifythismeasurebyplacingonGlennard’sbreakfast—plateanenvelopebearingthenameofthepublisherstowhomhehadsoldMrs。Aubyn’sletters。Ithappenedtobetheonlylettertheearlyposthadbrought，andheglancedacrossthetableathiswife，whohadcomedownbeforehimandhadprobablylaidtheenvelopeonhisplate。Shewasnotthewomantoaskawkwardquestions，buthefelttheconjectureofherglance，andhewasdebatingwhethertoaffectsurpriseatthereceiptoftheletter，ortopassitoffasabusinesscommunicationthathadstrayedtohishouse，whenacheckfellfromtheenvelope。Itwastheroyaltyonthefirsteditionoftheletters。Hisfirstfeelingwasoneofsimplesatisfaction。Themoneyhadcomewithsuchinfernalopportunenessthathecouldnothelpwelcomingit。Beforelong，too，therewouldbemore；heknewthebookwasstillsellingfarbeyondthepublisher’sprevisions。
Heputthecheckinhispocketandlefttheroomwithoutlookingathiswife。
Onthewaytohisofficethehabitualreactionsetin。Themoneyhehadreceivedwasthefirsttangiblereminderthathewaslivingonthesaleofhisself—esteem。Thethoughtofmaterialbenefithadbeenovershadowedbyhissenseoftheintrinsicbasenessofmakingthelettersknown；nowhesawwhatanelementofsordidnessitaddedtothesituationandhowthefactthatheneededthemoney，andmustuseit，pledgedhimmoreirrevocablythanevertotheconsequencesofhisact。Itseemedtohim，inthatfirsthourofmisery，thathehadbetrayedhisfriendanew。
When，thatafternoon，hereachedhomeearlierthanusual，Alexa’sdrawing—roomwasfullofagayetythatoverflowedtothestairs。
Flamel，forawonder，wasnotthere；butDreshamandyoungHartly，groupedaboutthetea—table，werereceivingwithresonantmirthanarrativedeliveredintheflutteredstaccatothatmadeMrs。
Armiger’sconversationliketheejaculationsofastartledaviary。
ShepausedasGlennardentered，andhehadtimetonoticethathiswife，whowasbusiedaboutthetea—tray，hadnotjoinedinthelaughterofthemen。
\"Oh，goon，goon，\"youngHartlyrapturouslygroaned；andMrs。
ArmigermetGlennard’sinquirywiththedeprecatingcrythatreallyshedidn’tseewhattherewastolaughat。\"I’msureI
feelmorelikecrying。Idon’tknowwhatIshouldhavedoneifAlexahadn’tbeenhometogivemeacupoftea。Mynervesareinshreds——yes，another，dear，please——\"andasGlennardlookedhisperplexity，shewenton，afterponderingontheselectionofasecondlumpofsugar，\"Why，I’vejustcomefromthereading，youknow——thereadingattheWaldorf。\"
\"Ihaven’tbeenintownlongenoughtoknowanything，\"saidGlennard，takingthecuphiswifehandedhim。\"Whohasbeenreadingwhat？\"
\"ThatlovelygirlfromtheSouth——Georgie——Georgiewhat’shername——Mrs。Dresham’sprotegee——unlessshe’sYOURS，Mr。Dresham!
Why，thebigball—roomwasPACKED，andallthewomenwerecryinglikeidiots——itwasthemostharrowingthingIeverheard——\"
\"WhatDIDyouhear？\"Glennardasked；andhiswifeinterposed：
\"Won’tyouhaveanotherbitofcake，Julia？Or，Stephen，ringforsomehottoast，please。\"Hertonebetrayedapolitesatietyofthetopicunderdiscussion。Glennardturnedtothebell，butMrs。
Armigerpursuedhimwithherlovelyamazement。
\"Why，the\"AubynLetters\"——didn’tyouknowaboutit？Thegirlreadthemsobeautifullythatitwasquitehorrible——Ishouldhavefaintedifthere’dbeenamannearenoughtocarrymeout。\"
Hartly’sgleeredoubled，andDreshamsaid，jovially，\"Howlikeyouwomentoraiseashriekoverthebookandthendoallyoucantoencouragetheblatantpublicityofthereadings!\"
Mrs。Armigermethimmorethanhalf—wayonatorrentofself—
accusal。\"ItWAShorrid；itwasdisgraceful。Itoldyourwifeweoughtalltobeashamedofourselvesforgoing，andIthinkAlexawasquiterighttorefusetotakeanytickets——evenifitwasforacharity。\"
\"Oh，\"herhostessmurmured，indifferently，\"withmecharitybeginsathome。Ican’taffordemotionalluxuries。\"
\"Acharity？Acharity？\"Hartlyexulted。\"Ihadn’tseizedthefullbeautyofit。ReadingpoorMargaretAubyn’slove—lettersattheWaldorfbeforefivehundredpeopleforacharity!WHAT
charity，dearMrs。Armiger？\"
\"Why，theHomeforFriendlessWomen——\"
\"Itwaswellchosen，\"Dreshamcommented；andHartlyburiedhismirthinthesofa—cushions。
WhentheywerealoneGlennard，stillholdinghisuntouchedcupoftea，turnedtohiswife，whosatsilentlybehindthekettle。\"Whoaskedyoutotakeaticketforthatreading？\"
\"Idon’tknow，really——KateDresham，Ifancy。Itwasshewhogotitup。\"
\"It’sjustthesortofdamnablevulgarityshe’scapableof!It’sloathsome——it’smonstrous——\"
Hiswife，withoutlookingup，answeredgravely，\"Ithoughtsotoo。
ItwasforthatreasonIdidn’tgo。ButyoumustrememberthatveryfewpeoplefeelaboutMrs。Aubynasyoudo——\"
Glennardmanagedtosetdownhiscupwithasteadyhand，buttheroomswungroundwithhimandhedroppedintothenearestchair。
\"AsIdo？\"herepeated。
\"ImeanthatveryfewpeopleknewherwhenshelivedinNewYork。
Tomostofthewomenwhowenttothereadingshewasamerename，tooremotetohaveanypersonality。Withme，ofcourse，itwasdifferent——\"
Glennardgaveherastartledlook。\"Different？Whydifferent？\"
\"Sinceyouwereherfriend——\"
\"Herfriend!\"Hestoodupimpatiently。\"Youspeakasifshehadhadonlyone——themostfamouswomanofherday!\"Hemovedvaguelyabouttheroom，bendingdowntolookatsomebooksonthetable。
\"Ihope，\"headded，\"youdidn’tgivethatasareason，bytheway？\"
\"Areason？\"
\"Fornotgoing。Awomanwhogivesreasonsforgettingoutofsocialobligationsissuretomakeherselfunpopularorridiculous。
Thewordswereuncalculated；butinaninstanthesawthattheyhadstrangelybridgedthedistancebetweenhiswifeandhimself。
Hefelthercloseonhim，likeapantingfoe；andheranswerwasaflashthatshowedthehandonthetrigger。
\"Iseem，\"shesaidfromthethreshold，\"tohavedonebothingivingmyreasontoyou。\"
ThefactthattheywerediningoutthateveningmadeiteasyforhimtoavoidAlexatillshecamedownstairsinheropera—cloak。
Mrs。Touchett，whowasgoingtothesamedinner，hadofferedtocallforher，andGlennard，refusingaprecariousseatbetweentheladies’draperies，followedonfoot。Theeveningwasinterminable。ThereadingattheWaldorf，atwhichallthewomenhadbeenpresent，hadrevivedthediscussionofthe\"AubynLetters\"andGlennard，hearinghiswifequestionedastoherabsence，felthimselfmiserablywishingthatshehadgone，ratherthanthatherstayingawayshouldhavebeenremarked。Hewasrapidlylosingallsenseofproportionwherethe\"Letters\"wereconcerned。Hecouldnolongerhearthemmentionedwithoutsuspectingapurposeintheallusion；heevenyieldedhimselfforamomenttotheextravaganceofimaginingthatMrs。Dresham，whomhedisliked，hadorganizedthereadinginthehopeofmakinghimbetrayhimself——forhewasalreadysurethatDreshamhaddivinedhisshareinthetransaction。
Theattempttokeepasmoothsurfaceonthisinnertumultwasasendlessandunavailingaseffortsmadeinanightmare。Helostallsenseofwhathewassayingtohisneighborsandoncewhenhelookeduphiswife’sglancestruckhimcold。
Shesatnearlyoppositehim，atFlamel’sside，anditappearedtoGlennardthattheyhadbuiltaboutthemselvesoneofthoseairybarriersoftalkbehindwhichtwopeoplecansaywhattheyplease。
Whilethereadingwasdiscussedtheyweresilent。TheirsilenceseemedtoGlennardalmostcynical——itstrippedthelastdisguisefromtheircomplicity。Athrobofangerroseinhim，butsuddenlyitfell，andhefelt，withacurioussenseofrelief，thatatbottomhenolongercaredwhetherFlamelhadtoldhiswifeornot。
TheassumptionthatFlamelknewaboutthelettershadbecomeafacttoGlennard；anditnowseemedtohimbetterthatAlexashouldknowtoo。
Hewasfrightenedatfirstbythediscoveryofhisownindifference。Thelastbarriersofhiswillseemedtobebreakingdownbeforeafloodofmorallassitude。Howcouldhecontinuetoplayhispart，tokeephisfronttotheenemy，withthispoisonofindifferencestealingthroughhisveins？Hetriedtobracehimselfwiththeremembranceofhiswife’sscorn。Hehadnotforgottenthenoteonwhichtheirconversationhadclosed。Ifhehadeverwonderedhowshewouldreceivethetruthhewonderednolonger——shewoulddespisehim。Butthislentanewinsidiousnesstohistemptation，sincehercontemptwouldbearefugefromhisown。Hesaidtohimselfthat，sincehenolongercaredfortheconsequences，hecouldatleastacquithimselfofspeakinginself—defence。Whathewantednowwasnotimmunitybutcastigation：hiswife’sindignationmightstillreconcilehimtohimself。Thereinlayhisonehopeofregeneration；herscornwasthemoralantisepticthatheneeded，hercomprehensiontheonebalmthatcouldhealhim……
Whentheyleftthedinnerhewassoafraidofspeakingthatheletherdrivehomealone，andwenttotheclubwithFlamel。
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HErosenextmorningwiththeresolvetoknowwhatAlexathoughtofhim。Itwasnotanchoringinahaven，butlyingtoinastorm——
hefelttheneedofatemporarylullintheturmoilofhissensations。
Hecamehomelate，fortheywerediningaloneandheknewthattheywouldhavetheeveningtogether。Whenhefollowedhertothedrawing—roomafterdinnerhethoughthimselfonthepointofspeaking；butasshehandedhimhiscoffeehesaid，involuntarily：
\"Ishallhavetocarrythisofftothestudy，I’vegotalotofworkto—night。\"
Aloneinthestudyhecursedhiscowardice。Whatwasitthathadwithheldhim？Acertainbrightunapproachablenessseemedtokeephimatarm’slength。Shewasnotthekindofwomanwhosecompassioncouldbecircumvented；therewasnochanceofslippingpasttheoutposts；hewouldnevertakeherbysurprise。Well——whynotfaceher，then？Whatheshrankfromcouldbenoworsethanwhathewasenduring。Hehadpushedbackhischairandturnedtogoupstairswhenanewexpedientpresenteditself。Whatif，insteadoftellingher，heweretoletherfindoutforherselfandwatchtheeffectofthediscoverybeforespeaking？Inthiswayhemadeovertochancetheburdenoftherevelation。
Theideahadbeensuggestedbythesightoftheformulaenclosingthepublisher’scheck。Hehaddepositedthemoney，butthenoticeaccompanyingitdroppedfromhisnote—caseasheclearedhistableforwork。ItwastheformulausualinsuchcasesandrevealedclearlyenoughthathewastherecipientofaroyaltyonMargaretAubyn’sletters。ItwouldbeimpossibleforAlexatoreaditwithoutunderstandingatoncethatthelettershadbeenwrittentohimandthathehadsoldthem……
Hesatdownstairstillheheardherringfortheparlor—maidtoputoutthelights；thenhewentuptothedrawing—roomwithabundleofpapersinhishand。Alexawasjustrisingfromherseatandthelamplightfellonthedeeprollofhairthatoverhungherbrowliketheeavesofatemple。Herfacehadoftenthehighsecludedlookofashrine；anditwasthistouchofaweinherbeautythatnowmadehimfeelhimselfonthebrinkofsacrilege。
Lestthefeelingshoulddominatehim，hespokeatonce。\"I’vebroughtyouapieceofwork——alotofoldbillsandthingsthatI
wantyoutosortforme。Somearenotworthkeeping——butyou’llbeabletojudgeofthat。Theremaybealetterortwoamongthem——nothingofmuchaccount，butIdon’tliketothrowawaythewholelotwithouthavingthemlookedoverandIhaven’ttimetodoitmyself。\"
Heheldoutthepapersandshetookthemwithasmilethatseemedtorecognizeintheserviceheaskedthetacitintentionofmakingamendsfortheincidentofthepreviousday。
\"AreyousureIshallknowwhichtokeep？\"
\"Oh，quitesure，\"heanswered，easily——\"andbesides，noneareofmuchimportance。\"
Thenextmorningheinventedanexcuseforleavingthehousewithoutseeingher，andwhenhereturned，justbeforedinner，hefoundavisitor’shatandstickinthehall。ThevisitorwasFlamel，whowasintheactoftakingleave。
Hehadrisen，butAlexaremainedseated；andtheirattitudegavetheimpressionofacolloquythathadprolongeditselfbeyondthelimitsofspeech。BothturnedasurprisedeyeonGlennardandhehadthesenseofwalkingintoaroomgrownsuddenlyempty，asthoughtheirthoughtswereconspiratorsdispersedbyhisapproach。
Hefelttheclutchofhisoldfear。WhatifhiswifehadalreadysortedthepapersandhadtoldFlamelofherdiscovery？Well，itwasnonewstoFlamelthatGlennardwasinreceiptofaroyaltyonthe\"AubynLetters。\"……
AsuddenresolvetoknowtheworstmadehimlifthiseyestohiswifeasthedoorclosedonFlamel。ButAlexahadrisenalso，andbendingoverherwriting—table，withherbacktoGlennard，wasbeginningtospeakprecipitately。
\"I’mdiningoutto—night——youdon’tmindmydesertingyou？JuliaArmigersentmewordjustnowthatshehadanextraticketforthelastAmbroseconcert。Shetoldmetosayhowsorryshewasthatshehadn’ttwo——butIknewYOUwouldn’tbesorry!\"SheendedwithalaughthathadtheeffectofbeingastrayedechoofMrs。
Armiger’s；andbeforeGlennardcouldspeakshehadadded，withherhandonthedoor，\"Mr。FlamelstayedsolatethatI’vehardlytimetodress。Theconcertbeginsridiculouslyearly，andJuliadinesathalf—pastseven——\"
Glennardstoodaloneintheemptyroomthatseemedsomehowfullofanironicalconsciousnessofwhatwashappening。\"Shehatesme，\"
hemurmured。\"Shehatesme……\"
ThenextdaywasSunday，andGlennardpurposelylingeredlateinhisroom。Whenhecamedownstairshiswifewasalreadyseatedatthebreakfast—table。Sheliftedherusualsmiletohisentranceandtheytookshelterinthenearesttopic，likewayfarersovertakenbyastorm。Whilehelistenedtoheraccountoftheconcerthebegantothinkthat，afterall，shehadnotyetsortedthepapers，andthatheragitationofthepreviousdaymustbeascribedtoanothercause，inwhichperhapshehadbutanindirectconcern。HewonderedithadneverbeforeoccurredtohimthatFlamelwasthekindofmanwhomightverywellpleaseawomanathisownexpense，withoutneedoffortuitousassistance。Ifthispossibilityclearedtheoutlookitdidnotbrightenit。Glennardmerelyfelthimselfleftalonewithhisbaseness。
Alexaleftthebreakfast—tablebeforehimandwhenhewentuptothedrawing—roomhefoundherdressedtogoout。
\"Aren’tyoualittleearlyforchurch？\"heasked。
Sherepliedthat，onthewaythere，shemeanttostopamomentathermother’s；andwhileshedrewonhergloves，hefumbledamongtheknick—knacksonthemantel—pieceforamatchtolighthiscigarette。
\"Well，good—by，\"shesaid，turningtogo；andfromthethresholdsheadded：\"Bytheway，I’vesortedthepapersyougaveme。ThosethatIthoughtyouwouldliketokeepareonyourstudy—table。\"
Shewentdownstairsandheheardthedoorclosebehindher。
Shehadsortedthepapers——sheknew，then——sheMUSTknow——andshehadmadenosign!
Glennard，hehardlyknewhow，foundhimselfoncemoreinthestudy。Onthetablelaythepackethehadgivenher。Itwasmuchsmaller——shehadevidentlygoneoverthepaperswithcare，destroyingthegreaternumber。Heloosenedtheelasticbandandspreadtheremainingenvelopesonhisdesk。Thepublisher’snoticewasamongthem。
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Hiswifeknewandshemadenosign。Glennardfoundhimselfinthecaseoftheseafarerwho，closinghiseyesatnightfallonascenehethinkstoputleaguesbehindhimbeforeday，wakestoaport—
holeframingthesamepatchofshore。Fromthekindofexaltationtowhichhisresolvehadliftedhimhedroppedtoanunreasoningapathy。Hisimpulseofconfessionhadactedasadrugtoself—
reproach。Hehadtriedtoshiftaportionofhisburdentohiswife’sshouldersandnowthatshehadtacitlyrefusedtocarryit，hefelttheloadtooheavytobetakenupagain。
Afortunateintervalofhardworkbroughtrespitefromthisphaseofsterilemisery。HewentWesttoargueanimportantcase，wonit，andcamebacktofreshpreoccupations。Hisownaffairswerethrivingenoughtoengrosshiminthepausesofhisprofessionalwork，andforovertwomonthshehadlittletimetolookhimselfintheface。Notunnaturally——forhewasasyetunskilledinthesubtletiesofintrospection——hemistookhistemporaryinsensibilityforagradualrevivalofmoralhealth。
Hetoldhimselfthathewasrecoveringhissenseofproportion，gettingtoseethingsintheirtruelight；andifhenowthoughtofhisrashappealtohiswife’ssympathyitwasasanactoffollyfromtheconsequencesofwhichhehadbeensavedbytheprovidencethatwatchesovermadmen。HehadlittleleisuretoobserveAlexa；butheconcludedthatthecommon—sensemomentarilydeniedhimhadcounselledheruncriticalacceptanceoftheinevitable。Ifsuchaqualitywasapoorsubstituteforthepassionatejustnessthathadonceseemedtocharacterizeher，heacceptedthealternativeasapartofthatgeneralloweringofthekeythatseemsneedfultothemaintenanceofthematrimonialduet。
Whatwomaneverretainedherabstractsenseofjusticewhereanotherwomanwasconcerned？PossiblythethoughtthathehadprofitedbyMrs。Aubyn’stendernesswasnotwhollydisagreeabletohiswife。
Whenthepressureofworkbegantolessen，andhefoundhimself，inthelengtheningafternoons，abletoreachhomesomewhatearlier，henoticedthatthelittledrawing—roomwasalwaysfullandthatheandhiswifeseldomhadaneveningalonetogether。
Whenhewastired，asoftenhappened，shewentoutalone；theideaofgivingupanengagementtoremainwithhimseemednottooccurtoher。Shehadshown，asagirl，littlefondnessforsociety，norhadsheseemedtoregretitduringtheyeartheyhadspentinthecountry。Hereflected，however，thathewassharingthecommonlotofhusbands，whoproverbiallymistaketheearlyardorsofhousekeepingforasignofsettleddomesticity。Alexa，atanyrate，wasrefutinghistheoryasinconsideratelyasaseedlingdefeatsthegardener’sexpectations。Anundefinablechangehadcomeoverher。Inonesenseitwasahappyone，sinceshehadgrown，ifnothandsomer，atleastmorevividandexpressive；herbeautyhadbecomemorecommunicable：itwasasthoughshehadlearnedtheconsciousexerciseofintuitiveattributesandnowusedhereffectswiththediscriminationofanartistskilledinvalues。Toadispassionatecritic（asGlennardnowratedhimself）
theartmayattimeshavebeenalittletooobvious。Herattemptsatlightnesslackedspontaneity，andshesometimesraspedhimbylaughinglikeJuliaArmiger；buthehadenoughimaginationtoperceivethat，inrespectofthewife’ssocialarts，ahusbandnecessarilyseesthewrongsideofthetapestry。