"But is that quite the readiness I"ve professed?"
"If it isn"t then, what is?"
I thought a little. "Why, isn"t it simply a matter rather of the renunciation of a confidence?"
"In your sense and your truth?" This, she indicated, was all she asked.
"Well, what is that but everything?"
"Perhaps," I reflected, "perhaps." In fact, it no doubt was. "We"ll take it then for everything, and it"s as so taking it that I renounce. I keep nothing at all. Now do you believe I"m honest?"
She hesitated. "Well--yes, if you say so."
"Ah," I sighed, "I see you don"t! What can I do," I asked, "to prove it?"
"You can easily prove it. You can let me go."
"Does it strike you," I considered, "that I should take your going as a sign of your belief?"
"Of what else, then?"
"Why, surely," I promptly replied, "my a.s.sent to your leaving our discussion where it stands would const.i.tute a very different symptom.
Wouldn"t it much rather represent," I inquired, "a failure of belief on my own part in _your_ honesty? If you can judge me, in short, as only pretending----"
"Why shouldn"t you," she put in for me, "also judge _me_? What have I to gain by pretending?"
"I"ll tell you," I returned, laughing, "if you"ll tell me what _I_ have."
She appeared to ask herself if she could, and then to decide in the negative. "If I don"t understand you in any way, of course I don"t in that. Put it, at any rate," she now rather wearily quavered, "that one of us has as little to gain as the other. I believe you," she repeated.
"There!"
"Thanks," I smiled, "for the way you say it. If you don"t, as you say, understand me," I insisted, "it"s because you think me crazy. And if you think me crazy I don"t see how you _can_ leave me."
She presently met this. "If I believe you"re sincere in saying you give up I believe you"ve recovered. And if I believe you"ve recovered I don"t think you crazy. It"s simple enough."
"Then why isn"t it simple to understand me?"
She turned about, and there were moments in her embarra.s.sment, now, from which she fairly drew beauty. Her awkwardness was somehow n.o.ble; her sense of her predicament was in itself young. "Is it _ever_?" she charmingly threw out.
I felt she must see at this juncture how wonderful I found her, and even that that impression--one"s whole consciousness of her personal victory--was a force that, in the last resort, was all on her side. "It was quite worth your while, this sitting up to this hour, to show a fellow how you bloom when other women are f.a.gged. If that was really, with the truth that we"re so pulling about laid bare, what you did most want to show, why, then, you"ve splendidly triumphed, and I congratulate and thank you. No," I quickly went on, "I daresay, to do you justice, the interpretation of my tropes and figures _isn"t_ "ever" perfectly simple. You doubtless _have_ driven me into a corner with my dangerous explosive, and my only fair course must be therefore to sit on it till you get out of the room. I"m sitting on it now; and I think you"ll find you can get out as soon as you"ve told me _this_. Was the moment your change of view dawned upon you the moment of our exchanging a while ago, in the drawing-room, our few words?"
The light that, under my last a.s.surances, had so considerably revived faded in her a little as she saw me again tackle the theme of her inconstancy; but the prospect of getting rid of me on these terms made my inquiry, none the less, worth trying to face. "That moment?" She showed the effort to think back.
I gave her every a.s.sistance. "It was when, after the music, I had been talking to Lady John. You were on a sofa, not far from us, with Gilbert Long; and when, on Lady John"s dropping me, I made a slight movement toward you, you most graciously met it by rising and giving me a chance while Mr. Long walked away."
It was as if I had hung the picture before her, so that she had fairly to look at it. But the point that she first, in her effort, took up was not, superficially, the most salient. "Mr. Long walked away?"
"Oh, I don"t mean to say that that had anything to do with it."
She continued to think. "To do with what?"
"With the way the situation comes back to me now as possibly marking your crisis."
She wondered. "Was it a "situation"?"
"That"s just what I"m asking you. _Was_ it? Was it _the_ situation?"
But she had quite fallen away again. "I remember the moment you mean--it was when I said I would come to you here. But why should it have struck you as a crisis?"
"It didn"t in the least at the time, for I didn"t then know you were no longer "with" me. But in the light of what I"ve since learned from you I seem to recover an impression which, on the spot, was only vague. The impression," I explained, "of your taking a decision that presented some difficulty, but that was determined by something that had then--and even perhaps a little suddenly--come up for you. That"s the point"--I continued to unfold my case--"on which my question bears. _Was_ this "something" your conclusion, then and there, that there"s nothing in anything?"
She kept her distance. ""In anything"?"
"And that I could only be, accordingly, out of my mind? Come," I patiently pursued; "such a perception as that had, at some instant or other, to _begin_; and I"m only trying to aid you to recollect when the devil it did!"
"Does it particularly matter?" Mrs. Briss inquired.
I felt my chin. "That depends a little--doesn"t it?--on what you mean by "matter"! It matters for your meeting my curiosity, and that matters, in its turn, as we just arranged, for my releasing you. You may ask of course if my curiosity itself matters; but to that, fortunately, my reply can only be of the clearest. The satisfaction of my curiosity is the pacification of my mind. We"ve granted, we"ve accepted, I again press upon you, in respect to that precarious quant.i.ty, its topsy-turvy state. Only give me a lead; I don"t ask you for more. Let me for an instant see play before me any feeble reflection whatever of the flash of new truth that unsettled you."
I thought for a moment that, in her despair, she would find something that would do. But she only found: "It didn"t come in a flash."
I remained all patience. "It came little by little? It began then perhaps earlier in the day than the moment to which I allude? And yet,"
I continued, "we were pretty well on in the day, I must keep in mind, when I had your last news of your credulity."
"My credulity?"
"Call it then, if you don"t like the word, your sympathy."
I had given her time, however, to produce at last something that, it visibly occurred to her, might pa.s.s. "As soon as I was not with you--I mean with you personally--you _never_ had my sympathy."
"Is my person then so irresistible?"
Well, she was brave. "It _was_. But it"s not, thank G.o.d, now!"
"Then there we are again at our mystery! I don"t think, you know," I made out for her, "it was my person, really, that gave its charm to my theory; I think it was much more my theory that gave its charm to my person. My person, I flatter myself, has remained through these few hours--hours of tension, but of a tension, you see, purely intellectual--as good as ever; so that if we"re not, even in our anomalous situation, in danger from any such source, it"s simply that my theory is dead and that the blight of the rest is involved."
My words were indeed many, but she plumped straight through them. "As soon as I was away from you I hated you."
"Hated _me_?"
"Well, hated what you call "the rest"--hated your theory."
"I see. Yet," I reflected, "you"re not at present--though you wish to goodness, no doubt, you _were_--away from me."
"Oh, I don"t care now," she said with courage; "since--for you see I believe you--we"re away from your delusions."
"You wouldn"t, in spite of your belief,"--I smiled at her--"like to be a little further off yet?" But before she could answer, and because also, doubtless, the question had too much the sound of a taunt, I came up, as if for her real convenience, quite in another place. "Perhaps my idea--my timing, that is, of your crisis--is the result, in my mind, of my own a.s.sociation with that particular instant. It comes back to me that what I was most full of while your face signed to me and your voice then so graciously confirmed it, and while too, as I"ve said, Long walked away--what I was most full of, as a consequence of another go, just ended, at Lady John, was, once more, this same Lady John"s want of adjustability to the character you and I, in our a.s.sociated speculation of the morning, had so candidly tried to fit her with. I was still even then, you see, speculating--all on my own hook, alas!--and it had just rolled over me with renewed force that she was nothing whatever, not the least little bit, to our purpose. The moment, in other words, if you understand, happened to be one of _my_ moments; so that, by the same token, I simply wondered if it mightn"t likewise have happened to be one of yours."
"It _was_ one of mine," Mrs. Briss replied as promptly as I could reasonably have expected; "in the sense that--as you"ve only to consider--it was to lead more or less directly to these present words of ours."