"What she must see in you!"
"Wonders!" And, speaking it loud, she stood straight up. "Everything.
There it is."
Yes, there it was, and as she remained before him he continued to face it. "So that what you mean is that I"m to do my part in somehow squaring her?"
"See her, see her," Kate said with impatience.
"And grovel to her?"
"Ah, do what you like!" And she walked in her impatience away.
IV
His eyes had followed her at this time quite long enough, before he overtook her, to make out more than ever, in the poise of her head, the pride of her step--he didn"t know what best to call it--a part, at least, of Mrs. Lowder"s reasons. He consciously winced while he figured his presenting himself as a reason opposed to these; though, at the same moment, with the source of Aunt Maud"s inspiration thus before him, he was prepared to conform, by almost any abject att.i.tude or profitable compromise, to his companion"s easy injunction. He would do as _she_ liked--his own liking might come off as it would. He would help her to the utmost of his power; for, all the rest of that day and the next, her easy injunction, tossed off that way as she turned her beautiful back, was like the crack of a great whip in the blue air, the high element in which Mrs. Lowder hung. He wouldn"t grovel perhaps--he wasn"t quite ready for that; but he would be patient, ridiculous, reasonable, unreasonable, and above all deeply diplomatic. He would be clever, with all his cleverness--which he now shook hard, as he sometimes shook his poor, dear, shabby, old watch, to start it up again. It wasn"t, thank goodness, as if there weren"t plenty of that, and with what they could muster between them it would be little to the credit of their star, however pale, that defeat and surrender--surrender so early, so immediate--should have to ensue. It was not indeed that he thought of that disaster as, at the worst, a direct sacrifice of their possibilities: he imaged--it which was enough as some proved vanity, some exposed fatuity, in the idea of bringing Mrs. Lowder round. When, shortly afterwards, in this lady"s vast drawing-room--the apartments at Lancaster Gate had struck him from the first as of prodigious extent--he awaited her, at her request, conveyed in a "reply-paid" telegram, his theory was that of their still clinging to their idea, though with a sense of the difficulty of it really enlarged to the scale of the place.
He had the place for a long time--it seemed to him a quarter of an hour--to himself; and while Aunt Maud kept him and kept him, while observation and reflection crowded on him, he asked himself what was to be expected of a person who could treat one like that. The visit, the hour were of her own proposing, so that her delay, no doubt, was but part of a general plan of putting him to inconvenience. As he walked to and fro, however, taking in the message of her ma.s.sive, florid furniture, the immense expression of her signs and symbols, he had as little doubt of the inconvenience he was prepared to suffer. He found himself even facing the thought that he had nothing to fall back on, and that that was as great a humiliation in a good cause as a proud man could desire. It had not yet been so distinct to him that he made no show--literally not the smallest; so complete a show seemed made there all about him; so almost abnormally affirmative, so aggressively erect, were the huge, heavy objects that syllabled his hostess story. "When all"s said and done, you know, she"s colossally vulgar"--he had once all but said that of Mrs. Lowder to her niece; only just keeping it back at the last, keeping it to himself with all its danger about it.
It mattered because it bore so directly, and he at all events quite felt it a thing that Kate herself would some day bring out to him. It bore directly at present, and really all the more that somehow, strangely, it didn"t in the least imply that Aunt Maud was dull or stale. She was vulgar with freshness, almost with beauty, since there was beauty, to a degree, in the play of so big and bold a temperament.
She was in fine quite the largest possible quant.i.ty to deal with; and he was in the cage of the lioness without his whip--the whip, in a word, of a supply of proper retorts. He had no retort but that he loved the girl--which in such a house as that was painfully cheap. Kate had mentioned to him more than once that her aunt was Pa.s.sionate, speaking of it as a kind of offset and uttering it as with a capital P, marking it as something that he might, that he in fact ought to, turn about in some way to their advantage. He wondered at this hour to what advantage he could turn it; but the case grew less simple the longer he waited.
Decidedly there was something he hadn"t enough of. He stood as one fast.
His slow march to and fro seemed to give him the very measure; as he paced and paced the distance it became the desert of his poverty; at the sight of which expanse moreover he could pretend to himself as little as before that the desert looked redeemable. Lancaster Gate looked rich--that was all the effect; which it was unthinkable that any state of his own should ever remotely resemble. He read more vividly, more critically, as has been hinted, the appearances about him; and they did nothing so much as make him wonder at his aesthetic reaction.
He hadn"t known--and in spite of Kate"s repeated reference to her own rebellions of taste--that he should "mind" so much how an independent lady might decorate her house. It was the language of the house itself that spoke to him, writing out for him, with surpa.s.sing breadth and freedom, the a.s.sociations and conceptions, the ideals and possibilities of the mistress. Never, he flattered himself, had he seen anything so gregariously ugly--operatively, ominously so cruel. He was glad to have found this last name for the whole character; "cruel" somehow played into the subject for an article--that his impression put straight into his mind. He would write about the heavy horrors that could still flourish, that lifted their undiminished heads, in an age so proud of its short way with false G.o.ds; and it would be funny if what he should have got from Mrs. Lowder were to prove, after all, but a small amount of copy. Yet the great thing, really the dark thing, was that, even while he thought of the quick column he might add up, he felt it less easy to laugh at the heavy horrors than to quail before them. He couldn"t describe and dismiss them collectively, call them either Mid-Victorian or Early; not being at all sure they were rangeable under one rubric. It was only manifest they were splendid and were furthermore conclusively British. They const.i.tuted an order and they abounded in rare material--precious woods, metals, stuffs, stones. He had never dreamed of anything so fringed and scalloped, so b.u.t.toned and corded, drawn everywhere so tight, and curled everywhere so thick. He had never dreamed of so much gilt and gla.s.s, so much satin and plush, so much rosewood and marble and malachite. But it was, above all, the solid forms, the wasted finish, the misguided cost, the general attestation of morality and money, a good conscience and a big balance.
These things finally represented for him a portentous negation of his own world of thought--of which, for that matter, in the presence of them, he became as for the first time hopelessly aware. They revealed it to him by their merciless difference. His interview with Aunt Maud, none the less, took by no means the turn he had expected. Pa.s.sionate though her nature, no doubt Mrs. Lowder, on this occasion, neither threatened nor appealed. Her arms of aggression, her weapons of defence, were presumably close at hand, but she left them untouched and unmentioned, and was in fact so bland that he properly perceived only afterwards how adroit she had been. He properly perceived something else as well, which complicated his case; he shouldn"t have known what to call it if he hadn"t called it her really imprudent good-nature. Her blandness, in other words, was not mere policy--he wasn"t dangerous enough for policy; it was the result, he could see, of her fairly liking him a little. From the moment she did that she herself became more interesting; and who knew what might happen should he take to liking _her?_ Well, it was a risk he naturally must face. She fought him, at any rate, but with one hand, with a few loose grains of stray powder. He recognised at the end of ten minutes, and even without her explaining it, that if she had made him wait it had not been to wound him; they had by that time almost directly met on the fact of her intention. She had wanted him to think for himself of what she proposed to say to him--not having otherwise announced it; wanted to let it come home to him on the spot, as she had shrewdly believed it would. Her first question, on appearing, had practically been as to whether he hadn"t taken her hint, and this inquiry a.s.sumed so many things that it made discussion, immediately, frank and large. He knew, with the question put, that the hint was just what he _had_ taken; knew that she had made him quickly forgive her the display of her power; knew that if he didn"t take care he should understand her, and the strength of her purpose, to say nothing of that of her imagination, nothing of the length of her purse, only too well. Yet he pulled himself up with the thought, too, that he was not going to be afraid of understanding her; he was just going to understand and understand without detriment to the feeblest, even, of his pa.s.sions. The play of one"s mind let one in, at the best, dreadfully, in action, in the need of action, where simplicity was all; but when one couldn"t prevent it the thing was to make it complete. There would never be mistakes but for the original fun of mistakes. What he must use his fatal intelligence for was to resist. Mrs. Lowder, meanwhile, might use it for whatever she liked.
It was after she had begun her statement of her own idea about Kate that he began, on his side, to reflect that--with her manner of offering it as really sufficient if he would take the trouble to embrace--it she couldn"t half hate him. That was all, positively, she seemed to show herself for the time as attempting; clearly, if she did her intention justice, she would have nothing more disagreeable to do.
"If I hadn"t been ready to go very much further, you understand, I wouldn"t have gone so far. I don"t care what you repeat to her--the more you repeat to her, perhaps the better; and, at any rate, there"s nothing she doesn"t already know. I don"t say it for her; I say it for you--when I want to reach my niece I know how to do it straight." So Aunt Maud delivered herself--as with homely benevolence, in the simplest, but the clearest terms; virtually conveying that, though a word to the wise was, doubtless, in spite of the advantage, _not_ always enough, a word to the good could never fail to be. The sense our young man read into her words was that she liked him because he was good--was really, by her measure, good enough: good enough, that is, to give up her niece for her and go his way in peace. But _was_ he good enough--by his own measure? He fairly wondered, while she more fully expressed herself, if it might be his doom to prove so. "She"s the finest possible creature--of course you flatter yourself that you know it. But I know it, quite as well as you possibly can--by which I mean a good deal better yet; and the tune to which I"m ready to prove my faith compares favourably enough, I think, with anything _you_ can do. I don"t say it because she"s my niece--that"s nothing to me: I might have had fifty nieces, and I wouldn"t have brought one of them to this place if I hadn"t found her to my taste. I don"t say I wouldn"t have done something else, but I wouldn"t have put up with her presence. Kate"s presence, by good fortune, I marked early; Kate"s presence--unluckily for _you_--is everything I could possibly wish; Kate"s presence is, in short, as fine as you know, and I"ve been keeping it for the comfort of my declining years. I"ve watched it long; I"ve been saving it up and letting it, as you say of investments, appreciate, and you may judge whether, now it has begun to pay so, I"m likely to consent to treat for it with any but a high bidder. I can do the best with her, and I"ve my idea of the best."
"Oh, I quite conceive," said Densher, "that your idea of the best isn"t me."
It was an oddity of Mrs. Lowder"s that her face in speech was like a lighted window at night, but that silence immediately drew the curtain.
The occasion for reply allowed by her silence was never easy to take; yet she was still less easy to interrupt. The great glaze of her surface, at all events, gave her visitor no present help. "I didn"t ask you to come to hear what it isn"t--I asked you to come to hear what it is."
"Of course," Densher laughed, "it"s very great indeed."
His hostess went on as if his contribution to the subject were barely relevant. "I want to see her high, high up--high up and in the light."
"Ah, you naturally want to marry her to a duke, and are eager to smooth away any hitch."
She gave him so, on this, the mere effect of the drawn blind that it quite forced him, at first, into the sense, possibly just, of having affected her as flip pant, perhaps even as low. He had been looked at so, in blighted moments of presumptuous youth, by big cold public men, but never, so far as he could recall, by any private lady. More than anything yet it gave him the measure of his companion"s subtlety, and thereby of Kate"s possible career. "Don"t be _too_ impossible!"--he feared from his friend, for a moment, some such answer as that; and then felt, as she spoke otherwise, as if she were letting him off easily. "I want her to marry a great man." That was all; but, more and more, it was enough; and if it hadn"t been her next words would have made it so. "And I think of her what I think. There you are."
They sat for a little face to face upon it, and he was conscious of something deeper still, of something she wished him to understand if he only would. To that extent she did appeal--appealed to the intelligence she desired to show she believed him to possess. He was meanwhile, at all events, not the man wholly to fail of comprehension. "Of course I"m aware how little I can answer to any fond, proud dream. You"ve a view--a magnificent one; into which I perfectly enter. I thoroughly understand what I"m not, and I"m much obliged to you for not reminding me of it in any rougher way." She said nothing--she kept that up; it might even have been to let him go further, if he was capable of it, in the way of poorness of spirit. It was one of those cases in which a man couldn"t show, if he showed at all, save for poor; unless indeed he preferred to show for asinine. It was the plain truth: he _was_--on Mrs. Lowder"s basis, the only one in question--a very small quant.i.ty, and he did know, d.a.m.nably, what made quant.i.ties large. He desired to be perfectly simple; yet in the midst of that effort a deeper apprehension throbbed. Aunt Maud clearly conveyed it, though he couldn"t later on have said how. "You don"t really matter, I believe, so much as you think, and I"m not going to make you a martyr by banishing you. Your performances with Kate in the Park are ridiculous so far as they"re meant as consideration for me; and I had much rather see you myself--since you"re, in your way, my dear young man, delightful--and arrange with you, count with you, as I easily, as I perfectly should.
Do you suppose me so stupid as to quarrel with you if it"s not really necessary? It won"t--it would be too absurd!--_be_ necessary. I can bite your head off any day, any day I really open my mouth; and I"m dealing with you now, see--and successfully judge--without opening it.
I do things handsomely all round--I place you in the presence of the plan with which, from the moment it"s a case of taking you seriously, you"re incompatible. Come then as near it as you like, walk all round it--don"t be afraid you"ll hurt it!--and live on with it before you."
He afterwards felt that if she hadn"t absolutely phrased all this it was because she so soon made him out as going with her far enough. He was so pleasantly affected by her asking no promise of him, her not proposing he should pay for her indulgence by his word of honour not to interfere, that he gave her a kind of general a.s.surance of esteem.
Immediately afterwards, then, he spoke of these things to Kate, and what then came back to him first of all was the way he had said to her--he mentioned it to the girl--very much as one of a pair of lovers says in a rupture by mutual consent: "I hope immensely, of course, that you"ll always regard me as a friend." This had perhaps been going far--he submitted it all to Kate; but really there had been so much in it that it was to be looked at, as they might say, wholly in its own light. Other things than those we have presented had come up before the close of his scene with Aunt Maud, but this matter of her not treating him as a peril of the first order easily predominated. There was moreover plenty to talk about on the occasion of his subsequent pa.s.sage with our young woman, it having been put to him abruptly, the night before, that he might give himself a lift and do his newspaper a service--so flatteringly was the case expressed--by going, for fifteen or twenty weeks, to America. The idea of a series of letters from the United States from the strictly social point of view had for some time been nursed in the inner sanctuary at whose door he sat, and the moment was now deemed happy for letting it loose. The imprisoned thought had, in a word, on the opening of the door, flown straight out into Densher"s face, or perched at least on his shoulder, making him look up in surprise from his mere inky office-table. His account of the matter to Kate was that he couldn"t refuse--not being in a position, as yet, to refuse anything; but that his being chosen for such an errand confounded his sense of proportion. He was definite as to his scarce knowing how to measure the honour, which struck him as equivocal; he had not quite supposed himself the man for the cla.s.s of job. This confused consciousness, he intimated, he had promptly enough betrayed to his manager; with the effect, however, of seeing the question surprisingly clear up. What it came to was that the sort of twaddle that was not in his chords was, unexpectedly, just what they happened this time not to want. They wanted his letters, for queer reasons, about as good as he could let them come; he was to play his own little tune and not be afraid; that was the whole point.
It would have been the whole, that is, had there not been a sharper one still in the circ.u.mstance that he was to start at once. His mission, as they called it at the office, would probably be over by the end of June, which was desirable; but to bring that about he must now not lose a week; his inquiries, he understood, were to cover the whole ground, and there were reasons of State--reasons operating at the seat of empire in Fleet Street--why the nail should be struck on the head.
Densher made no secret to Kate of his having asked for a day to decide; and his account of that matter was that he felt he owed it to her to speak to her first. She a.s.sured him on this that nothing so much as that scruple had yet shown her how they were bound together; she was clearly proud of his letting a thing of such importance depend on her; but she was clearer still as to his instant duty. She rejoiced in his prospect and urged him to his task; she should miss him intensely--of course she should miss him; but she made so little of it that she spoke with jubilation of what he would see and would do. She made so much of this last quant.i.ty that he laughed at her innocence, though also with scarce the heart to give her the real size of his drop in the daily bucket. He was struck at the same time with her happy grasp of what had really occurred in Fleet Street--all the more that it was his own final reading. He was to pull the subject up--that was just what they wanted; and it would take more than all the United States together, visit them each as he might, to let _him_ down. It was just because he didn"t nose about and wasn"t the usual gossipmonger that they had picked him out; it was a branch of their correspondence with which they evidently wished a new tone a.s.sociated, such a tone as, from now on, it would have always to take from his example.
"How you ought indeed, when you understand so well, to be a journalist"s wife!" Densher exclaimed in admiration, even while she struck him as fairly hurrying him off.
But she was almost impatient of the praise. "What do you expect one _not_ to understand when one cares for you?"
"Ah then, I"ll put it otherwise and say "How much you care for me!""
"Yes," she a.s.sented; "it fairly redeems my stupidity. I _shall,_ with a chance to show it," she added, "have some imagination for you."
She spoke of the future this time as so little contingent, that he felt a queerness of conscience in making her the report that he presently arrived at on what had pa.s.sed for him with the real arbiter of their destiny. The way for that had been blocked a little by his news from Fleet Street; but in the crucible of their happy discussion this element soon melted into the other, and in the mixture that ensued the parts were not to be distinguished. The young man moreover, before taking his leave, was to see why Kate had just spoken of the future as if they now really possessed it, and was to come to the vision by a devious way that deepened the final cheer. Their faces were turned to the illumined quarter as soon as he had answered her question in respect to the appearance of their being able to play a waiting game with success. It was for the possibility of that appearance that she had, a few days before, so earnestly pressed him to see her aunt; and if after his hour with that lady it had not struck Densher that he had seen her to the happiest purpose the poor facts flushed with a better meaning as Kate, one by one, took them up.
"If she consents to your coming, why isn"t that everything?"
"It _is_ everything; everything _she_ thinks it. It"s the probability--I mean as Mrs. Lowder measures probability--that I may be prevented from becoming a complication for her by some arrangement, _any_ arrangement, through which you shall see me often and easily.
She"s sure of my want of money, and that gives her time. She believes in my having a certain amount of delicacy, in my wishing to better my state before I put the pistol to your head in respect to sharing it.
The time that will take figures for her as the time that will help her if she doesn"t spoil her chance by treating me badly. She doesn"t at all wish moreover," Densher went on, "to treat me badly, for I believe, upon my honour, funny as it may sound to you, that she personally rather likes me, and that if you weren"t in question I might almost become her pet young man. She doesn"t disparage intellect and culture--quite the contrary; she wants them to adorn her board and be named in her programme; and I"m sure it has sometimes cost her a real pang that I should be so desirable, at once, and so impossible." He paused a moment, and his companion then saw that a strange smile was in his face--a smile as strange even as the adjunct, in her own, of this informing vision. "I quite suspect her of believing that, if the truth were known, she likes me literally better than--deep down--you yourself do: wherefore she does me the honour to think that I may be safely left to kill my own cause. There, as I say, comes in her margin. I"m not the sort of stuff of romance that wears, that washes, that survives use, that resists familiarity. Once in any degree admit that, and your pride and prejudice will take care of the rest! the pride fed full, meanwhile, by the system she means to practise with you, and the prejudice excited by the comparison she"ll enable you to make, from which I shall come off badly. She likes me, but she"ll never like me so much as when she succeeded a little better in making me look wretched.
For then _you"ll_ like me less."
Kate showed for this evocation a due interest, but no alarm; and it was a little as if to pay his tender cynicism back in kind that she after an instant replied: "I see, I see; what an immense affair she must think me! One was aware, but you deepen the impression."
"I think you"ll make no mistake," said Densher, "in letting it go as deep as it will."
He had given her indeed, she made no scruple of showing, plenty to consider. "Her facing the music, her making you boldly as welcome as you say--that"s an awfully big theory, you know, and worthy of all the other big things that, in one"s acquaintance with people, give her a place so apart."
"Oh, she"s grand," the young man conceded; "she"s on the scale, altogether, of the car of Juggernaut which was a kind of image that came to me yesterday while I waited for her at Lancaster Gate. The things in your drawing-room there were like the forms of the strange idols, the mystic excrescences, with which one may suppose the front of the car to bristle."
"Yes, aren"t they?" the girl returned; and they had, over all that aspect of their wonderful lady, one of those deep and free interchanges that made everything but confidence a false note for them. There were complications, there were questions; but they were so much more together than they were anything else. Kate uttered for a while no word of refutation of Aunt Maud"s "big" diplomacy, and they left it there, as they would have left any other fine product, for a monument to her powers. But, Densher related further, he had had in other respects too the car of Juggernaut to face; he omitted nothing from his account of his visit, least of all the way Aunt Maud had frankly at last--though indeed only under artful pressure--fallen foul of his very type, his want of the right marks, his foreign accidents, his queer antecedents.
She had told him he was but half a Briton, which, he granted Kate, would have been dreadful if he hadn"t so let himself in for it.
"I was really curious, you see," he explained, "to find out from her what sort of queer creature, what sort of social anomaly, in the light of such conventions as hers, such an education as mine makes one pa.s.s for."
Kate said nothing for a little; but then, "Why should you care?" she asked.
"Oh," he laughed, "I like her so much; and then, for a man of my trade, her views, her spirit, are essentially a thing to get hold of; they belong to the great public mind that we meet at every turn and that we must keep setting up "codes" with. Besides," he added, "I want to please her personally."
"Ah, yes, we must please her personally!" his companion echoed; and the words may represent all their definite recognition, at the time, of Densher"s politic gain. They had in fact between this and his start for New York many matters to handle, and the question he now touched upon came up for Kate above all. She looked at him as if he had really told her aunt more of his immediate personal story than he had ever told herself. That, if it were so, was an accident, and it put him, for half an hour, on as much of the picture of his early years abroad, his migratory parents, his Swiss schools, his German university, as she had easy attention for. A man, he intimated, a man of their world, would have spotted him straight as to many of these points; a man of their world, so far as they had a world, would have been through the English mill. But it was none the less charming to make his confession to a woman; women had, in fact, for such differences, so much more imagination. Kate showed at present all his case could require; when she had had it from beginning to end she declared that she now made out more than ever yet of what she loved him for. She had herself, as a child, lived with some continuity in the world across the Channel, coming home again still a child; and had partic.i.p.ated after that, in her teens, in her mother"s brief but repeated retreats to Dresden, to Florence, to Biarritz, weak and expensive attempts at economy from which there stuck to her--though in general coldly expressed, through the instinctive avoidance of cheap raptures--the religion of foreign things. When it was revealed to her how many more foreign things were in Merton Densher than he had hitherto taken the trouble to catalogue, she almost faced him as if he were a map of the continent or a handsome present of a delightful new "Murray." He hadn"t meant to swagger, he had rather meant to plead, though with Mrs. Lowder he had meant also a little to explain. His father had been, in strange countries, in twenty settlements of the English, British chaplain, resident or occasional, and had had for years the unusual luck of never wanting a billet. His career abroad had therefore been unbroken, and, as his stipend had never been great, he had educated his children at the smallest cost, in the schools nearest; which was also a saving of railway fares.
Densher"s mother, it further appeared, had practised on her side a distinguished industry, to the success of which--so far as success ever crowned it--this period of exile had much contributed: she copied, patient lady, famous pictures in great museums, having begun with a happy natural gift and taking in betimes the scale of her opportunity.
Copyists abroad of course swarmed, but Mrs. Densher had had a sense and a hand of her own, had arrived at a perfection that persuaded, that even deceived, and that made the disposal of her work blissfully usual.
Her son, who had lost her, held her image sacred, and the effect of his telling Kate all about her, as well as about other matters until then mixed and dim, was to render his history rich, his sources full, his outline anything but common. He had come round, he had come back, he insisted abundantly, to being a Briton: his Cambridge years, his happy connection, as it had proved, with his father"s college, amply certified to that, to say nothing of his subsequent plunge into London, which filled up the measure. But brave enough though his descent to English earth, he had pa.s.sed, by the way, through zones of air that had left their ruffle on his wings, had been exposed to initiations ineffaceable. Something had happened to him that could never be undone.
When Kate Croy said to him as much he besought her not to insist, declaring that this indeed was what was too much the matter with him, that he had been but too probably spoiled for native, for insular use.
On which, not unnaturally, she insisted the more, a.s.suring him, without mitigation, that if he was complicated and brilliant she wouldn"t for the world have had him any thing less; so that he was reduced in the end to accusing her of putting the dreadful truth to him in the hollow guise of flattery. She was making out how abnormal he was in order that she might eventually find him impossible; and, as she could fully make it out but with his aid, she had to bribe him by feigned delight to help her. If her last word for him, in the connection, was that the way he saw himself was just a precious proof the more of his having tasted of the tree and being thereby prepared to a.s.sist her to eat, this gives the happy tone of their whole talk, the measure of the flight of time in the near presence of his settled departure. Kate showed, however, that she was to be more literally taken when she spoke of the relief Aunt Maud would draw from the prospect of his absence.
"Yet one can scarcely see why," he replied, "when she fears me so little."
His friend weighed his objection. "Your idea is that she likes you so much that she"ll even go so far as to regret losing you?"
Well, he saw it in their constant comprehensive way. "Since what she builds on is the gradual process of your alienation, she may take the view that the process constantly requires me. Mustn"t I be there to keep it going? It"s in my exile that it may languish."