Her husband on the other hand, his legs outstretched, looked straight at the toes of his boots. "Are you very sure?" Then as he remained without an answer: "Why should she if he hasn"t told HER?"
"Of the way I so long ago let you know that he had put the matter to Van? It"s not out between them in words, no doubt; but I fancy that for things to pa.s.s they"ve not to dot their i"s quite so much, my dear, as we two. Without a syllable said to her she"s yet aware in every fibre of her little being of what has taken place."
Edward gave a still longer s.p.a.ce to taking this in. "Poor little thing!"
"Does she strike you as so poor," Mrs. Brook asked, "with so awfully much done for her?"
"Done by whom?"
It was as if she had not heard the question that she spoke again. "She has got what every woman, young or old, wants."
"Really?"
Edward"s tone was of wonder, but she simply went on: "She has got a man of her own."
"Well, but if he"s the wrong one?"
"Do you call Mr. Longdon so very wrong? I wish," she declared with a strange sigh, "that _I_ had had a Mr. Longdon!"
"I wish very much you had. I wouldn"t have taken it like Van."
"Oh it took Van," Mrs. Brook replied, "to put THEM where they are."
"But where ARE they? That"s exactly it. In these three months, for instance," Edward demanded, "how has their connexion profited?"
Mrs. Brook turned it over. "Profited which?"
"Well, one cares most for one"s child."
"Then she has become for him what we"ve most hoped her to be--an object of compa.s.sion still more marked."
"Is that what you"ve hoped her to be?" Mrs. Brook was obviously so lucid for herself that her renewed expression of impatience had plenty of point. "How can you ask after seeing what I did--"
"That night at Mrs. Grendon"s? Well, it"s the first time I HAVE asked it."
Mrs. Brook had a silence more pregnant. "It"s for being with US that he pities her."
Edward thought. "With me too?"
"Not so much--but still you help."
"I thought you thought I didn"t--that night."
"At Tishy"s? Oh you didn"t matter," said Mrs. Brook. "Everything, every one helps. Harold distinctly"--she seemed to figure it all out--"and even the poor children, I dare say, a little. Oh but every one"--she warmed to the vision--"it"s perfect. Jane immensely, par example.
Almost all the others who come to the house. Cashmore, Carrie, Tishy, f.a.n.n.y--bless their hearts all!--each in their degree."
Edward Brookenham had under the influence of this demonstration gradually risen from his seat, and as his wife approached that part of her process which might be expected to furnish the proof he placed himself before her with his back to the fire. "And Mitchy, I suppose?"
But he was out. "No. Mitchy"s different."
He wondered. "Different?"
"Not a help. Quite a drawback." Then as his face told how these WERE involutions, "You needn"t understand, but you can believe me," she added. "The one who does most is of course Van himself." It was a statement by which his failure to apprehend was not diminished, and she completed her operation. "By not liking her."
Edward"s gloom, on this, was not quite blankness, yet it was dense. "Do you like his not liking her?"
"Dear no. No better than HE does."
"And he doesn"t--?"
"Oh he hates it."
"Of course I haven"t asked him," Edward appeared to say more to himself than to his wife.
"And of course I haven"t," she returned--not at all in this case, plainly, for herself. "But I know it. He"d like her if he could, but he can"t. That," Mrs. Brook wound up, "is what makes it sure."
There was at last in Edward"s gravity a positive pathos. "Sure he won"t propose?"
"Sure Mr. Longdon won"t now throw her over."
"Of course if it IS sure--"
"Well?"
"Why, it is. But of course if it isn"t--"
"Well?"
"Why, she won"t have anything. Anything but US," he continued to reflect. "Unless, you know, you"re working it on a certainty--!"
"That"s just what I AM working it on. I did nothing till I knew I was safe."
""Safe"?" he ambiguously echoed while on this their eyes met longer.
"Safe. I knew he"d stick."
"But how did you know Van wouldn"t?"
"No matter "how"--but better still. He hasn"t stuck." She said it very simply, but she turned away from him.
His eyes for a little followed her. "We don"t KNOW, after all, the old boy"s means."
"I don"t know what you mean by "we" don"t. Nanda does."
"But where"s the support if she doesn"t tell us?"
Mrs. Brook, who had faced about, again turned from him. "I hope you don"t forget," she remarked with superiority, "that we don"t ask her."
"YOU don"t?" Edward gloomed.