第33章 Chapter 4(7)

(85) She was high, she was lucid, she was almost inspired; and it was but the deeper drop therefore to her husband's flat common sense. "In other words Maggie is, by her ignorance, in danger? Then if she's in danger, there IS danger."

"There WON'T be--with Charlotte's understanding of it. That's where she has had her conception of being able to be heroic, of being able in fact to be sublime. She IS, she will be"--the good lady by this time glowed.

"So she sees it--to become, for her best friend, an element of POSITIVE safety."

Bob Assingham looked at it hard. "Which of them do you call her best friend?"

She gave a toss of impatience. "I'll leave you to discover!" But the grand truth thus made out she had now completely adopted. "It's for US therefore to be hers."

"'Hers'?"

"You and I. It's for us to be Charlotte's. It's for us on our side to see HER through."

"Through her sublimity?"

"Through her noble lonely life. Only--that's essential--it must n't BE lonely. It will be all right if she marries."

"So we're to marry her?"

"We're to marry her. It will be," Mrs. Assingham continued, "the great thing I can do." She made it out more and more. "It will make up."

"Make up for what?" As she said nothing, however, his desire for lucidity renewed itself. "If everything's so all right what is there to make up for?"

(86) "Why if I did do either of them by any chance a wrong. If I made a mistake."

"You'll make up for it by making another?" And then as she again took her time: "I thought your whole point is just that you're sure."

"One can never be ideally sure of anything. There are always possibilities."

"Then if we can but strike so wild why keep meddling?"

It made her again look at him. "Where would you have been, my dear, if I had n't meddled with YOU?"

"Ah that was n't meddling--I was your own. I was your own," said the Colonel, "from the moment I did n't object."

"Well, these people won't object. THEY are my own too--in the sense that I 'm awfully fond of them. Also in the sense," she continued, "that I think they're not so very much less fond of me. Our relation, all round, exists--it's a reality, and a very good one; we're mixed up, so to speak, and it's too late to change it. We must live in it and with it. Therefore to see that Charlotte gets a good husband as soon as possible--that, as I say, will be one of my ways of living. It will cover," she said with conviction, "all the ground." And then as his own conviction appeared to continue as little to match: "The ground, I mean, of any nervousness I may ever feel. It will be in fact my duty--and I shan't rest till my duty's performed." She had arrived by this time at something like exaltation.

"I shall give, for the next year or two if necessary, my life to it. I shall have done in that case what I can."

(87) He took it at last as it came. "You hold there's no limit to what you 'can'?"

"I don't say there's no limit, or anything of the sort. I say there are good chances--enough of them for hope. Why should n't there be when a girl is after all what she is?"

"By after 'all' you mean after she's in love with somebody else?"

The Colonel put his question with a quietude doubtless designed to be fatal; but it scarcely pulled her up. "She's not too much in love not herself to want to marry. She would now particularly like to."

"Has she told you so?"

"Not yet. It's too soon. But she will. Meanwhile however I don't require the information. Her marrying will prove the truth."

"And what truth?"

"The truth of everything I say."

"Prove it to whom?"

"Well, to myself, to begin with. That will be enough for me--to work for her. What it will prove," Mrs. Assingham presently went on, "will be that she's cured. That she accepts the situation."

He paid this the tribute of a long pull at his pipe. "The situation of doing the one thing she can that will really seem to cover her tracks?"

His wife looked at him, the good dry man, as if now at last he was merely vulgar. "The one thing she can do that will really make new tracks altogether.

The thing that, before any other, will be wise and right. The thing that will best give her the chance to be magnificent."

(88) He slowly emitted his smoke. "And best give you by the same token, yours to be magnificent with her?"

"I shall be as magnificent at least as I can."

Bob Assingham got up. "And you call ME immoral?

It made her hesitate a moment. "I'll call you stupid if you prefer.

But stupidity pushed to a certain point IS, you know, immorality. Just so what is morality but high intelligence?" This he was unable to tell her; which left her more definitely to conclude "Besides, it's all, at the worst, great fun."

"Oh if you simply put it at THAT--!"

His implication was that in this case they had a common ground; yet even thus he could n't catch her by it. "Oh I don't mean," she said from the threshold " the fun that you mean. Good-night." In answer to which, as he turned out the electric light, he gave an odd short groan, almost a grunt. He HAD apparently meant some particular kind.