"And their reason is what you call their romance?"
She looked at him a moment. "What do you want more?"
"Didn"t HE," the Colonel inquired, "want anything more? Or didn"t, for that matter, poor Charlotte herself?"
She kept her eyes on him; there was a manner in it that half answered.
"They were thoroughly in love. She might have been his--" She checked herself; she even for a minute lost herself. "She might have been anything she liked--except his wife."
"But she wasn"t," said the Colonel very smokingly.
"She wasn"t," Mrs. a.s.singham echoed.
The echo, not loud but deep, filled for a little the room. He seemed to listen to it die away; then he began again. "How are you sure?"
She waited before saying, but when she spoke it was definite. "There wasn"t time."
He had a small laugh for her reason; he might have expected some other.
"Does it take so much time?"
She herself, however, remained serious. "It takes more than they had."
He was detached, but he wondered. "What was the matter with their time?"
After which, as, remembering it all, living it over and piecing it together, she only considered, "You mean that you came in with your idea?" he demanded.
It brought her quickly to the point, and as if also in a measure to answer herself. "Not a bit of it--THEN. But you surely recall," she went on, "the way, a year ago, everything took place. They had parted before he had ever heard of Maggie."
"Why hadn"t he heard of her from Charlotte herself?"
"Because she had never spoken of her."
"Is that also," the Colonel inquired, "what she has told you?"
"I"m not speaking," his wife returned, "of what she has told me. That"s one thing. I"m speaking of what I know by myself. That"s another."
"You feel, in other words, that she lies to you?" Bob a.s.singham more sociably asked.
She neglected the question, treating it as gross. "She never so much, at the time, as named Maggie."
It was so positive that it appeared to strike him. "It"s he then who has told you?"
She after a moment admitted it. "It"s he."
"And he doesn"t lie?"
"No--to do him justice. I believe he absolutely doesn"t. If I hadn"t believed it," Mrs. a.s.singham declared, for her general justification, "I would have had nothing to do with him--that is in this connection. He"s a gentleman--I mean ALL as much of one as he ought to be. And he had nothing to gain. That helps," she added, "even a gentleman. It was I who named Maggie to him--a year from last May. He had never heard of her before."
"Then it"s grave," said the Colonel.
She hesitated. "Do you mean grave for me?"
"Oh, that everything"s grave for "you" is what we take for granted and are fundamentally talking about. It"s grave--it WAS--for Charlotte. And it"s grave for Maggie. That is it WAS--when he did see her. Or when she did see HIM."
"You don"t torment me as much as you would like," she presently went on, "because you think of nothing that I haven"t a thousand times thought of, and because I think of everything that you never will. It would all," she recognised, "have been grave if it hadn"t all been right. You can"t make out," she contended, "that we got to Rome before the end of February."
He more than agreed. "There"s nothing in life, my dear, that I CAN make out."
Well, there was nothing in life, apparently, that she, at real need, couldn"t. "Charlotte, who had been there, that year, from early, quite from November, left suddenly, you"ll quite remember, about the 10th of April. She was to have stayed on--she was to have stayed, naturally, more or less, for us; and she was to have stayed all the more that the Ververs, due all winter, but delayed, week after week, in Paris, were at last really coming. They were coming--that is Maggie was--largely to see her, and above all to be with her THERE. It was all altered--by Charlotte"s going to Florence. She went from one day to the other--you forget everything. She gave her reasons, but I thought it odd, at the time; I had a sense that something must have happened. The difficulty was that, though I knew a little, I didn"t know enough. I didn"t know her relation with him had been, as you say, a "near" thing--that is I didn"t know HOW near. The poor girl"s departure was a flight--she went to save herself."
He had listened more than he showed--as came out in his tone. "To save herself?"
"Well, also, really, I think, to save HIM too. I saw it afterwards--I see it all now. He would have been sorry--he didn"t want to hurt her."
"Oh, I daresay," the Colonel laughed. "They generally don"t!"
"At all events," his wife pursued, "she escaped--they both did; for they had had simply to face it. Their marriage couldn"t be, and, if that was so, the sooner they put the Apennines between them the better. It had taken them, it is true, some time to feel this and to find it out. They had met constantly, and not always publicly, all that winter; they had met more than was known--though it was a good deal known. More, certainly," she said, "than I then imagined--though I don"t know what difference it would after all have made with me. I liked him, I thought him charming, from the first of our knowing him; and now, after more than a year, he has done nothing to spoil it. And there are things he might have done--things that many men easily would. Therefore I believe in him, and I was right, at first, in knowing I was going to. So I haven"t"--and she stated it as she might have quoted from a slate, after adding up the items, the sum of a column of figures--"so I haven"t, I say to myself, been a fool."
"Well, are you trying to make out that I"ve said you have? All their case wants, at any rate," Bob a.s.singham declared, "is that you should leave it well alone. It"s theirs now; they"ve bought it, over the counter, and paid for it. It has ceased to be yours."
"Of which case," she asked, "are you speaking?"
He smoked a minute: then with a groan: "Lord, are there so many?"
"There"s Maggie"s and the Prince"s, and there"s the Prince"s and Charlotte"s."
"Oh yes; and then," the Colonel scoffed, "there"s Charlotte"s and the Prince"s."
"There"s Maggie"s and Charlotte"s," she went on--"and there"s also Maggie"s and mine. I think too that there"s Charlotte"s and mine. Yes,"
she mused, "Charlotte"s and mine is certainly a case. In short, you see, there are plenty. But I mean," she said, "to keep my head."
"Are we to settle them all," he inquired, "to-night?"
"I should lose it if things had happened otherwise--if I had acted with any folly." She had gone on in her earnestness, unheeding of his question. "I shouldn"t be able to bear that now. But my good conscience is my strength; no one can accuse me. The Ververs came on to Rome alone--Charlotte, after their days with her in Florence, had decided about America. Maggie, I daresay, had helped her; she must have made her a present, and a handsome one, so that many things were easy. Charlotte left them, came to England, "joined" somebody or other, sailed for New York. I have still her letter from Milan, telling me; I didn"t know at the moment all that was behind it, but I felt in it nevertheless the undertaking of a new life. Certainly, in any case, it cleared THAT air--I mean the dear old Roman, in which we were steeped. It left the field free--it gave me a free hand. There was no question for me of anybody else when I brought the two others together. More than that, there was no question for them. So you see," she concluded, "where that puts me." She got up, on the words, very much as if they were the blue daylight towards which, through a darksome tunnel, she had been pushing her way, and the elation in her voice, combined with her recovered alertness, might have signified the sharp whistle of the train that shoots at last into the open. She turned about the room; she looked out a moment into the August night; she stopped, here and there, before the flowers in bowls and vases. Yes, it was distinctly as if she had proved what was needing proof, as if the issue of her operation had been, almost unexpectedly, a success. Old arithmetic had perhaps been fallacious, but the new settled the question. Her husband, oddly, however, kept his place without apparently measuring these results.
As he had been amused at her intensity, so he was not uplifted by her relief; his interest might in fact have been more enlisted than he allowed. "Do you mean," he presently asked, "that he had already forgot about Charlotte?"
She faced round as if he had touched a spring. "He WANTED to, naturally--and it was much the best thing he could do." She was in possession of the main case, as it truly seemed; she had it all now. "He was capable of the effort, and he took the best way. Remember too what Maggie then seemed to us."
"She"s very nice; but she always seems to me, more than anything else, the young woman who has a million a year. If you mean that that"s what she especially seemed to him, you of course place the thing in your light. The effort to forget Charlotte couldn"t, I grant you, have been so difficult."
This pulled her up but for an instant. "I never said he didn"t from the first--I never said that he doesn"t more and more--like Maggie"s money."
"I never said I shouldn"t have liked it myself," Bob a.s.singham returned.
He made no movement; he smoked another minute. "How much did Maggie know?"
"How much?" She seemed to consider--as if it were between quarts and gallons--how best to express the quant.i.ty. "She knew what Charlotte, in Florence, had told her."
"And what had Charlotte told her?"
"Very little."