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a rather reserved girl at school; keen on my dignity。 I liked respect。 I didn't give myself away。 I suppose one would call that personal pride。 Anyhow it was that streak made me value the position of being a rich married woman in New York。 That was why I became engaged to Lake。 He seemed to be as good a man as there was about。 He said he adored me and wanted me to crown his life。 He wasn't ill…looking or ill…mannered。 The second main streak in my nature wouldn't however fit in with that。〃 She stopped short。 〃The second streak; 〃 said Sir Richmond。 〃Oh!Love of beauty; love of romance。 I want to give things their proper names; I don't want to pretend to you。 。 。 。 It was more or less than that。 。 。 。 It wasimaginative sensuousness。 Why should I pretend it wasn't in me? I believe that streak is in all women。〃 〃I believe so too。 In all properly constituted women。〃 〃I tried to devote that streak to Lake;〃 she said。 〃I did my best for him。 But Lake was much too much of a gentleman or an idealist about women; or what you will; to know his business as a lover。 And that side of me fell in love; the rest of me protesting; with a man named Caston。 It was a notorious affair。 Everybody in New York couples my name with Caston。 Except when my father is about。 His jealousy has blasted an area of silencein that matterall round him。 He will not know of that story。 And they dare not tell him。 I should pity anyone who tried to tell it him。〃 〃What sort of man was this Caston?〃 Miss Grammont seemed to consider。 She did not look at Sir Richmond; she kept her profile to him。 〃He was;〃 she said deliberately; 〃a very rotten sort of man。〃 She spoke like one resolved to be exact and judicial。 〃I believe I always knew he wasn't right。 But he was very handsome。 And ten years younger than Lake。 And nobody else seemed to be all right; so I swallowed that。 He was an artist; a painter。 Perhaps you know his work。〃 Sir Richmond shook his head。 〃He could make American business men look like characters out of the Three Musketeers; they said; and he was beginning to be popular。 He made love to me。 In exactly the way Lake didn't。 If I shut my eyes to one or two things; it was delightful。 I liked it。 But my father would have stood a painter as my husband almost as cheerfully as he would a man of colour。 I made a fool of myself; as people say; about Caston。 Wellwhen the war came; he talked in a way that irritated me。 He talked like an East Side Annunzio; about art and war。 It made me furious to know it was all talk and that he didn't mean business。 。 。 。 I made him go。〃 She paused for a moment。 〃He hated to go。〃 〃Then I relented。 Or I missed him and I wanted to be made love to。 Or I really wanted to go on my own account。 I forget。 I forget my motives altogether now。 That early war time was a queer time for everyone。 A kind of wildness got into the blood。 。 。 。 I threw over Lake。 All the time things had been going on in New York I had still been engaged to Lake。 I went to France。 I did good work。 I did do good work。 And also things were possible that would have seemed fantastic in America。 You know something of the war…time atmosphere。 There was death everywhere and people snatched at gratifications。 Caston made 'To…morrow we die' his text。 We contrived three days in Paris togethernot very cleverly。 All sorts of people know about it。 。 。 。 We went very far。〃 She stopped short。 〃Well?〃 said Sir Richmond。 〃He did die。 。 。 。〃 Another long pause。 〃They told me Caston had been killed。 But someone hintedor I guessedthat there was more in it than an ordinary casualty。 〃Nobody; I think; realizes that I know。 This is the first time I have ever confessed that I do know。 He wasshot。 He was shot for cowardice。〃 〃That might happen to any man;〃 said Sir Richmond presently。 〃No man is a hero all round the twenty…four hours。 Perhaps he was caught by circumstances; unprepared。 He may have been taken by surprise。〃 〃It was the most calculated; cold…blooded cowardice imaginable。 He let three other men go on and get killed。 。 。〃

〃No。 It is no good your inventing excuses for a man you know nothing about。 It was vile; contemptible cowardice and meanness。 It fitted in with a score of ugly little things I remembered。 It explained them all。 I know the evidence and the judgment against him were strictly just and true; because they were exactly in character。 。 。 。 And that; you see; was my man。 That was the lover I had chosen。 That was the man to whom I had given myself with both hands。〃 Her soft unhurrying voice halted for a time; and then resumed in the same even tones of careful statement。 〃I wasn't disgusted; not even with myself。 About him I was chiefly sorry; intensely sorry; because I had made him come out of a life that suited and protected him; to the war。 About myself; I was stunned and perplexed。 I had the clearest realization that what you and I have been calling the bright little personal life had broken off short and was spoilt and over and done with。 I felt as though it was my body they had shot。 And there I was; with fifty years of life left in me and nothing particular to do with them。〃 〃That was just the prelude to life; said Sir Richmond。 〃It didn't seem so at the time。 I felt I had to got hold of something or go to pieces。 I couldn't turn to religion。 I had no religion。 And Duty? What is Duty? I set myself to that。 I had a kind of revelation one night。 'Either I find out what all this world is about; I said; or I perish。' I have lost myself and I must forget myself by getting hold of something bigger than myself。 And becoming that。 That's why I have been making a sort of historical pilgrimage。 。 。 。 That's my story; Sir Richmond。 That's my education。 。 。 。 Somehow though your troubles are different; it seems to me that my little muddle makes me understand how it is with you。 What you've got; this idea of a scientific ordering of the world; is what I; in my younger; less experienced way; have been feeling my way towards。 I want to join on。 I want to got hold of this idea of a great fuel control in the world and of a still greater economic and educational control of which it is a part。 I want to make that idea a part of myself。 Rather I want to make myself a part of it。 When you talk of it I believe in it altogether。〃 〃And I believe in it; when I talk of it to you。〃 Section 9 Sir Richmond was stirred very deeply by Miss Grammont's confidences。 His dispute with Dr。 Martineau was present in his mind; so that he did not want to make love to her。 But he was extremely anxious to express his vivid sense of the value of her friendship。 And while he hesitated over this difficult and unfamiliar task she began to talk again of herself; and in such a way as to give a new turn to Sir Richmond's thoughts。 〃Perhaps I ought to tell you a little more about myself;〃 she said; 〃now that I have told you so much。 I did a thing that still puzzles me。 I was filled with a sense of hopeless disaster in France and I suppose I had some sort of desperate idea of saving something out of the situation。 。 。 。 I renewed my correspondence with Gunter Lake。 He made the suggestion I knew he would make; and I renewed our engagement。〃 〃To go back to wealth and dignity in New York?〃 〃Yes。〃 〃But you don't love him?〃 〃That's always been plain to me。 But what I didn't realize; until I had given my promise over again; was that I dislike him acutely。〃 〃You hadn't realized that before?〃 〃I hadn't thought about him sufficiently。 But now I had to think about him a lot。 The other affair had given me an idea perhaps of what it means to be married to a man。 And here I am drifting back to him。 The horrible thing about him is the steady ENVELOPING way in which he has always come at me。 Without fellowship。 Without any community of ideas。 Ready to make the most extraordinary bargains。 So long as he can in any way fix me and get me。 What does it mean? What is there behind those watching; soliciting eyes of his? I don't in the least love him; and this desire and service and all the rest of it he offers meit's not love。 It's not even such love as Caston gave me。 It's a game he plays with his imagination。〃 She had released a flood of new ideas in Sir Richmond's mind。 〃This is illuminating;〃 he said。 〃You dislike Lake acutely。 You always have disliked him。〃 〃I suppose I have。 But it's only now I admit it to myself。〃 〃Yes。 And you might; for example; have married him in New York before the war。〃 〃It came very near to that。〃 〃And then probably you wouldn't have discovered you disliked him。 You wouldn't have admitted it to yourself。〃 〃I suppose I shouldn't。 I suppose I should have tried to believe I loved him。〃 〃Women do this sort of thing。 Odd! I never realized it before。 And there are endless wives suppressing an acute dislike。 My wife does。 I see now quite clearly that she detests me。 Reasonably enough。 From her angle I'm entirely detestable。 But she won't admit it; won't know of it。 She never will。 To the end of my life; always; she will keep that detestation unconfessed。 She puts a face on the matter。 We both do。 And this affair of yours。 。 。 。 Have you thought how unjust it is to Lake?〃 〃Not nearly so much as I might have done。〃 〃It is unfair to him。 Atrociously unfair。 He's not my sort of man; perhaps; but it will hurt him cruelly accordin

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