I took pleasure at the moment in my metaphor; but this was not the case, I soon enough perceived, with my companion. "How can I tell, please," she demanded, "what you consider you"re talking about?"
I smiled; it was so quite the question Ford Obert, in the smoking-room, had begun by putting me. I hadn"t to take time to remind myself how I had dealt with _him_. "And you knew," I sighed, "so beautifully, you glowed over it so, this morning!" She continued to give me, in every way, her disconnection from this morning, so that I had only to proceed: "You"ve not availed yourself of this occasion to pretend to me that poor Mr. Long, as you call him, is, after all, the same limited person----"
"That he always was, and that you, yesterday, so suddenly discovered him to have ceased to be?"--for with this she had waked up. But she was still thinking how she could turn it. "You see too much."
"Oh, I know I do--ever so much too much. And much as I see, I express only half of it--so you may judge!" I laughed. "But what will you have?
I see what I see, and this morning, for a good bit, you did me the honour to do the same. I returned, also, the compliment, didn"t I? by seeing something of what _you_ saw. We put it, the whole thing, together, and we shook the bottle hard. I"m to take from you, after this," I wound up, "that what it contains is a perfectly colourless fluid?"
I paused for a reply, but it was not to come so happily as from Obert.
"You talk too much!" said Mrs. Briss.
I met it with amazement. "Why, whom have I told?"
I looked at her so hard with it that her colour began to rise, which made me promptly feel that she wouldn"t press that point. "I mean you"re carried away--you"re abused by a fine fancy: so that, with your art of putting things, one doesn"t know where one is--nor, if you"ll allow me to say so, do I quite think _you_ always do. Of course I don"t deny you"re awfully clever. But you build up," she brought out with a regret so indulgent and a reluctance so marked that she for some seconds fairly held the blow--"you build up houses of cards."
I had been impatient to learn what, and, frankly, I was disappointed.
This broke from me, after an instant, doubtless, with a bitterness not to be mistaken. "Long _isn"t_ what he seems?"
"Seems to whom?" she asked st.u.r.dily.
"Well, call it--for simplicity--to _me_. For you see"--and I spoke as to show _what_ it was to see--"it all stands or falls by that."
The explanation presently appeared a little to have softened her. If it all stood or fell only by _that_, it stood or fell by something that, for her comfort, might be not so unsuccessfully disposed of. She exhaled, with the swell of her fine person, a comparative blandness--seemed to play with the idea of a smile. She had, in short, her own explanation. "The trouble with you is that you over-estimate the penetration of others. How can it approach your own?"
"Well, yours had for a while, I should say, distinct moments of keeping up with it. Nothing is more possible," I went on, "than that I do talk too much; but I"ve done so--about the question in dispute between us--only to _you_. I haven"t, as I conceived we were absolutely not to do, mentioned it to anyone else, nor given anyone a glimpse of our difference. If you"ve not understood yourself as pledged to the same reserve, and have consequently," I went on, "appealed to the light of other wisdom, it shows at least that, in spite of my intellectual pace, you must more or less have followed me. What am I _not_, in fine, to think of your intelligence," I asked, "if, deciding for a resort to headquarters, you"ve put the question to Long himself?"
"The question?" She was straight out to sea again.
"Of the ident.i.ty of the lady."
She slowly, at this, headed about. "To Long himself?"
XIII
I had felt I could risk such directness only by making it extravagant--by suggesting it as barely imaginable that she could so have played our game; and during the instant for which I had now pulled her up I could judge I had been right. It was an instant that settled everything, for I saw her, with intensity, with gallantry too, surprised but not really embarra.s.sed, recognise that of course she must simply lie. I had been justified by making it so possible for her to lie. "It would have been a short cut," I said, "and even more strikingly perhaps--to do it justice--a bold deed. But it would have been, in strictness, a departure--wouldn"t it?--from our so distinguished little compact. Yet while I look at you," I went on, "I wonder. Bold deeds are, after all, quite in your line; and I"m not sure I don"t rather want not to have missed so much possible comedy. "I have it for you from Mr. Long himself that, every appearance to the contrary notwithstanding, his stupidity is unimpaired"--isn"t that, for the beauty of it, after all, what you"ve veraciously to give me?" We stood face to face a moment, and I laughed out. "The beauty of it would be great!"
I had given her time; I had seen her safely to sh.o.r.e. It was quite what I had meant to do, but she now took still better advantage than I had expected of her opportunity. She not only scrambled up the bank, she recovered breath and turned round. "Do you imagine he would have told me?"
It was magnificent, but I felt she was still to better it should I give her a new chance. "Who the lady really is? Well, hardly; and that"s why, as you so acutely see, the question of your having risked such a step has occurred to me only as a jest. Fancy indeed"--I piled it up--"your saying to him: "We"re all noticing that you"re so much less of an idiot than you used to be, and we"ve different views of the miracle"!"
I had been going on, but I was checked without a word from her. Her look alone did it, for, though it was a look that partly spoiled her lie, it--by that very fact--sufficed to my confidence. "I"ve not spoken to a creature."
It was beautifully said, but I felt again the abysses that the mere saying of it covered, and the sense of these wonderful things was not a little, no doubt, in my immediate cheer. "Ah, then, we"re all right!" I could have rubbed my hands over it. "I mean, however," I quickly added, "only as far as that. I don"t at all feel comfortable about your new theory itself, which puts me so wretchedly in the wrong."
"Rather!" said Mrs. Briss almost gaily. "Wretchedly indeed in the wrong!"
"Yet only--equally of course," I returned after a brief brooding, "if I come within a conceivability of accepting it. Are you conscious that, in default of Long"s own word--equivocal as that word would be--you press it upon me without the least other guarantee?"
"And pray," she asked, "what guarantee had _you_?"
"For the theory with which we started? Why, our recognised fact. The change in the man. You may say," I pursued, "that I was the first to speak for him; but being the first didn"t, in your view, const.i.tute a weakness when it came to your speaking yourself for Mrs. Server. By which I mean," I added, "speaking against her."
She remembered, but not for my benefit. "Well, you then asked me _my_ warrant. And as regards Mr. Long and your speaking against _him_----"
"Do you describe what I say as "against" him?" I immediately broke in.
It took her but an instant. "Surely--to have made him out horrid."
I could only want to fix it. ""Horrid"----?"
"Why, having such secrets." She was roundly ready now. "Sacrificing poor May."
"But _you_, dear lady, sacrificed poor May! It didn"t strike you as horrid _then_."
"Well, that was only," she maintained, "because you talked me over."
I let her see the full process of my taking--or not taking--this in.
"And who is it then that--if, as you say, you"ve spoken to no one--has, as I may call it, talked you under?"
She completed, on the spot, her statement of a moment before. "Not a creature has spoken to me."
I felt somehow the wish to make her say it in as many ways as possible--I seemed so to enjoy her saying it. This helped me to make my tone approve and encourage. "You"ve communicated so little with anyone!"
I didn"t even make it a question.
It was scarce yet, however, quite good enough. "So little? I"ve not communicated the least mite."
"Precisely. But don"t think me impertinent for having for a moment wondered. What I should say to you if you had, you know, would be that you just accused me."
"Accused you?"
"Of talking too much."
It came back to her dim. "Are we accusing each other?"
Her tone seemed suddenly to put us nearer together than we had ever been at all. "Dear no," I laughed--"not each other; only with each other"s help, a few of our good friends."
"A few?" She handsomely demurred. "But one or two at the best."
"Or at the worst!"--I continued to laugh. "And not even those, it after all appears, very much!"
She didn"t like my laughter, but she was now grandly indulgent. "Well, I accuse no one."
I was silent a little; then I concurred. "It"s doubtless your best line; and I really quite feel, at all events, that when you mentioned a while since that I talk too much you only meant too much to _you_."