"Anne didn"t, and she was so afraid of skeletons."
"All the more reason why you should have hauled the horrid thing out and let her have a good look at it. She mightn"t have been afraid of it then.
Now she"s convinced it"s a fifty times worse skeleton than it is."
"She wouldn"t have lived with it in the house, dear. She said so."
"But I thought you never told her?"
"She was talking about somebody else"s skeleton, dear."
"Oh, somebody else"s, that"s a very different thing."
"She meant--if she"d been the woman. I was testing her, to see how she"d take it. Do you think I was very wrong?"
"Well, frankly, dear, I cannot say you were very wise."
"I wonder----"
She lay back wondering. Doubt of her wisdom shook her through all her tender being. She had been so sure.
"How would you have liked it," said she, "if Anne had given you up and gone away, and you"d never seen her again?"
His face said plainly that he wouldn"t have liked it at all.
"Well, that"s what she"d have done. And I wanted her to stay and marry you."
"Yes, but with her eyes open."
She shook her head, the head that would have been so wise for him.
"No," said she. "Anne"s one of those people who see best with their eyes shut."
"Well, they"re open enough now in all conscience. But there"s one thing she hasn"t found out. She doesn"t know how it happened. Can you tell her?
_I_ can"t. I told her there were extenuating circ.u.mstances; but of course I couldn"t go into them."
"What did she say?"
"She said no circ.u.mstances could extenuate facts."
"I can hear her saying it."
"I understand her state of mind," said Majendie. "She couldn"t see the circ.u.mstances for the facts."
"Our Anne is but young. In ten years" time she won"t be able to see the facts for the circ.u.mstances."
"Well--will you tell her?"
"Of course I will."
"Make her see that I"m not necessarily an utter brute just because I----"
"I"ll make her see everything."
"Forgive me for bothering you."
"Dear--forgive me for breaking my promise and deceiving you."
He bent to her weak arms.
"I believe," she whispered, "the end will yet justify the means."
"Oh--the end."
He didn"t see it; but he was convinced that there could hardly be a worse beginning.
He went upstairs, where Anne lay in the agonies of her bilious attack. He found comfort, rather than gave it, by holding handkerchiefs steeped in eau-de-Cologne to her forehead. It gratified him to find that she would let him do it without shrinking from his touch.
But Anne was past that.
CHAPTER IV
For once in his life Majendie was glad that he had a business. Shipping (he was a ship-owner) was a distraction from the miserable problem that weighed on him at home.
Anne"s morning face was cold to him. She lay crushed in her bed. She had had a bad night, and he knew himself to be the cause of it.
His pity for her hurt like pa.s.sion.
"How is she?" asked Edith, as he came into her room before going to the office.
"She"s a wreck," he said, "a ruin. She"s had an awful night. Be kind to her, Edie."
Edie was very kind. But she said to herself that if Anne was a ruin that was not at all a bad thing.
Edith Majendie was a loving but shrewd observer of the people of her world. Lying on her back she saw them at an unusual angle, almost as if they moved on a plane invisible to persons who go about upright on their legs. The four walls of her room concentrated her vision in bounding it.
She saw few women and fewer men, but she saw them apart from those superficial activities which distract and darken judgment. Faces that she was obliged to see bending over her had another aspect for Edith than that which they presented to the world at large. Anne Majendie, who had come so near to Edith, had always put a certain distance between herself and her other friends. While they were chiefly impressed with her superb superiority, and saw her forever standing on a pedestal, Edith declared that she knew nothing of Anne"s austere and impressive attributes. She protested against anything so dreary as the other people"s view of her.
They and their absurd pedestals! She refused to regard her sister-in-law as an established solemnity, eminent and lonely in the scene. Pedestals were all very well at a proper distance, but at a close view they were foreshortening to the human figure. Other people might like to see more pedestal than Anne; she preferred to see more Anne than pedestal. If they didn"t know that Anne was dear and sweet, she did. So did Walter.
If they wanted proof of it, why, would any other woman have put up with her and her wretched spine? Weren"t they all, Anne"s friends, sorry for Anne just because of it, of her? If you came to think of it, if you traced everything back to the beginning, her spine had been the cause of all Anne"s troubles.
That was how she had always reasoned it out. No suffering had ever obscured the lucidity of Edith"s mind. She knew that it was her spine that had kept her brother from marrying all those years. He couldn"t leave her alone with it, neither could he ask any woman to share the house inhabited, pervaded, dominated by it. Unsafeguarded by marriage, he had fallen into evil hands. To Edith, who had plenty of leisure for reflection, all this had become terribly clear.
Then Anne had come, the strong woman who could bear Walter"s burden for him. She had been jealous of Anne at first, for five minutes. Then she had blessed her.
But Edith, as she had told her brother, was not a fool. And all the time, while her heart leapt to the image of Anne in her dearness and sweetness, her brain saw perfectly well that her sister-in-law had not been free from the sin of pride (that came, said Edith, of standing on a pedestal.