"Oh,comeinwithhim!"Bessieimplored,andatalittleyieldinginJeffherbrotheradded:
"Comein,youdamnjay!"HepulledatJeff。
Jeffmadehastetoshutthedoorbehindthem。Hewaslaughing;andifitwasfrommerebruteinsensibilitytowhatwouldhaveshockedanotherinthesituation,hisfrankrecognitionofitsgrotesquenesswasofbettereffectthananyhopelessefforttoignoreitwouldhavebeen。Peopleadjustthemselvestotheirtrials;itisthepretenceofthewitnessthatthereisnotrialwhichhurts,andBessiewasnotwoundedbyJeff’slaugh。
"There’safirehereinthereception—room,"shesaid。"Canyougethimin?"
"Iguessso。"
JeffliftedAlanintotheroomandstayedhimonfootthere,whilehetookoffhishatandovercoat,andthenhelethimsinkintotheloweasy—chairBessiehadjustrisenfrom。Allthetime,Alanwasbiddingherringandhavesomechampagneandcoldmeatsetoutontheside—board,andshewaslightlypromisingandcoaxing。Buthedrowsedquicklyinthewarmth,andthelastdemandforsupperdiedhalfutteredonhislips。
Jeffaskedacrosshim:"Can’tIgethimup—stairsforyou?Icancarryhim。"
Sheshookherheadandwhisperedback,"Icanleavehimhere,"andshelookedatJeffwithamoment’shesitation。"Didyou——doyouthinkthat——
anyonenoticedhimatMrs。Enderby’s?"
"No;theyhadgothiminaroombyhimself——thecaterer’smenhad。"
"Andyoufoundhimthere?"
"Mr。Westoverfoundhimthere,"Jeffanswered。
"Idon’tunderstand。"
"Didn’thecometoyouafterIleft?"
"Yes。"
"Itoldhimtoexcuseme——"
"Hedidn’t。"
"Well,Iguesshewasprettybadlyrattled。"Jeffstoppedhimselfinthevaguelaughofonewhorememberssomethingludicrous,andturnedhisfaceaway。
"Tellmewhatitwas!"shedemanded,nervously。
"Mr。Westoverhadbeenhomewithhimonce,andhewouldn’tstay。HemadeMr。Westovercomebackforme。"
"Whatdidhewantwithyou?"
Jeffshrugged。
"Andthenwhat?"
"Wewentouttothecarriage,assoonasIcouldgetawayfromyou;buthewasn’tinit。IsentMr。Westoverbacktoyouandsetouttolookforhim。"
"Thatwasverygoodofyou。AndI——thankyouforyourkindnesstomybrother。Ishallnotforgetit。AndIwishtobegyourpardon。"
"Whatfor?"askedJeff,bluntly。
"Forblamingyouwhenyoudidn’tcomebackforthedance。"
IfBessiehadmeantnothingbutwhatwasfittingtothemomentsomeinherentlightnessofnatureplayedherfalse。Buteventhehistrionictouchwhichshecouldnotkeepoutofhervoice,hermanner,anothersortofmanmighthavefoundmerelypathetic。
Jefflaughedwithsubtleintelligence。"Wereyouveryhardonme?"
"Very,"sheansweredinkind,forgettingherbrotherandthewholeterriblesituation。
"Tellmewhatyouthoughtofme,"hesaid,andhecamealittlenearertoher,lookingveryhandsomeandverystrong。"Ishouldliketoknow。"
"IsaidIshouldneverspeaktoyouagain。"
"Andyoukeptyourword,"saidJeff。"Well,that’sallright。Good—
night—orgood—morning,whicheveritis。"Hetookherhand,whichshecouldnotwithdraw,orfeignedtoherselfthatshecouldnotwithdraw,andlookedatherwithasilentlaugh,andahardy,scepticalglancethatshefelttakeineverydetailofherprettiness,herplainness。Thenheturnedandwentout,andsheranquicklyandlockedthedooruponhim。
XXXV。
Bessiecreptuptoherroom,whereshespenttherestofthenightinherchair,amidatumultofemotionwhichshewouldhavecalledthinking。
Sheaskedherselfthemostsearchingquestions,butshegotnoverycandidanswerstothem,andshedecidedthatshemustseethewholefactwithsomeother’seyesbeforeshecouldknowwhatshehadmeantorwhatshehaddone。
Whensheletthedaylightintoherroom,itshowedherafaceinhermirrorthatborenotraceofconflictinganxieties。Hercomplexionfavoredthiseffectofinwardcalm;itwasalwaysthick;andhereyesseemedtoherallthebrighterfortheirvigils。
Asmile,even,hoveredonhermouthasshesatdownatthebreakfast—
table,intheprettynegligeeshehadwornallnight,andpouredoutMissLynde’scoffeeforher。
"That’salwaysverybecomingtoyou,Bessie,"saidheraunt。"It’sthenicestbreakfastgownyouhave。"
"Doyouthinkso?"Bessielookeddownatit,firstononesideandthenontheother,asawomanalwaysdoeswhenherdressisspokenof。
"Mr。Alansaidhewouldhavehisbreakfastinhisroom,miss,"murmuredthebutler,inhuskyrespectfulness,ashereturnedtoBessiefromcarryingMissLynde’scuptoher。"Hedon’twantanythingbutalittletoastandcoffee。"
Sheperceivedthatthewordsweremeanttomakeiteasyforhertoask:
"Isn’theverywell,Andrew?"
"Aboutasusual,miss,"saidAndrew,athoughtmoresepulchralthanbefore。"He’sgoingon——aboutasusual。"
Sheknewthistomeanthathewasgoingonfrombadtoworse,andthathislastnight’sexcesswasthebeginningofadebauchwhichcouldendonlyinoneway。Shemustsendforthedoctor;hewoulddecidewhatwasbest,whenhesawhowAlancamethroughtheday。
LateintheafternoonsheheardMaryEnderby’svoiceinthereception—
room,biddingthemansaythatifMissBessiewerelyingdownshewouldcomeuptoher,orwouldgoaway,justasshewished。Sheflewdownstairswithagladcryof"Molly!Whataninspiration!Iwasjustthinkingofyou,andwishingforyou。ButIdidn’tsupposeyouwereupyet!"
"It’sprettyearly,"saidMissEnderby。"ButIshouldhavebeenherebeforeifIcould,forIknewIshouldn’twakeyou,Bessie,withyourhabitofturningnightintoday,andgettingupanytimeintheforenoon。"
"Howdissipatedyousound!"
"Yes,don’tI?ButI’vebeenthinkingaboutyoueversinceIwoke,andI
hadtocomeandfindoutifyouwerealive,anyhow。"
"Comeup—stairsandsee!"saidBessie,holdingherfriend’shandonthesofawheretheyhaddroppeddowntogether,andgoingalloverthesceneoflastnightinthatplaceforthethousandthtime。
"No,no;Ireallymustn’t。Ihopeyouhadagoodtime?"
"Atyourhouse!"
"Howdearofyou!But,Bessie,Igottothinkingyou’dbeenrathersacrificed。ItcameintomymindtheinstantIwoke,andgavemethisseverecaseofconscience。Isupposeit’sakindofconscience。"
"Yes,yes。Goon!Ilikehavingbeenamartyr,ifIdon’tknowwhatabout。"
"Why,youknow,Bessie,orifyoudon’tyouwillpresently,thatitwasI
whogotmammatosendhimacard;Ifeltrathersorryforhim,thatdayatMrs。Bevidge’s,becauseshe’dsoobviouslygothimtheretousehim,andIgotmammatoaskhim。Everythingtakescareofitself,atalargeaffair,andIthoughtImighttrustinProvidencetodealwithhimafterhecame;andthenIsawyoumadeameansthewholeevening!Ididn’treflectthattherealwayshastobeameans!"
"It’saquestionofMr。Durgin?"saidBessie,coldlythrillingatthesoundofanamethatshepronouncedsogaylyinatoneofsympatheticamusement。
MissEnderbybobbedherhead。"Itshowsthatweoughtnevertodoagoodaction,doesn’tit?But,poorthing!Howyoumusthavebeenswearingoff!"
"Idon’tknow。Wasitsoverybad?I’mtryingtothink,"saidBessie,thinkingthatafterthisbeginningitwouldbeimpossibletoconfideinMaryEnderby。
"Oh,now,Bessie!Don’tyoubepatient,orIshallbegintolosemyfaithinhumannature。JustsayatoncethatitwasanoutrageandI’llforgiveyou!Yousee,"MissEnderbywenton,"itisn’tmerelythathe’sajay;butheisn’taverynicejay。Noneofthemenlikehim——exceptFreddyLancaster,ofcourse;helikeseverybody,onprinciple;hedoesn’tcount。Ithoughtthatperhaps,althoughhe’ssocrudeandblunt,hemightbesensitiveandhigh—minded;you’realwaysreadingaboutsuchthings;buttheysayheisn’t,intheleast;oh,nottheleast!Theysayhegoeswithasetoffastjays,andthathe’sdreadful;thoughhehasaverygoodmind,andcoulddoverywellifhechose。That’swhatcousinJimsaidto—day;he’sjustbeenatourhouse;anditwassoextremelytelepathicthatIthoughtImustrunroundandpreventyourhavingthemanonyourconscienceifyoufeltyouhadhadtoomuchofhim。Youwon’tlayhimupagainstus,willyou?"Shejumpedtoherfeet。
"Youdear!"saidBessie,keepingMaryEnderby’shand,andpressingitbetweenbothofhersagainstherbreastastheynowstoodfacetoface,"docomeupandhavesometea!"
"No,no!Really,Ican’t。"
Theywerebothinvoluntarilysilent。Thedoorhadbeenopenedtosomeone,andtherewasabriefparley,whichendedinavoicetheyknewtobethedoctor’s,saying,"ThenI’llgorightuptohisroom。"Boththegirlsbrokeintolaughingadieux,tohidetheirconsciousnessthatthedoctorwasgoinguptoseeAlanLynde,whowasneversickexceptintheoneway。
MissEnderbyevensaid:"IwassogladtoseeAlanlookingsowell,lastnight。"
"Yes,hehadsuchagoodtime,"saidBessie,andshefollowedherfriendtothedoor,whereshekissedherreassuringly,andthankedherfortakingallthetroubleshehad,biddinghernotbetheleastanxiousonheraccount。
Itseemedtoherthatsheshouldsinkuponthestairsinmountingthemtothelibrary。MaryEnderbyhadtoldheronlywhatshehadknownbefore;
itwaswhatherbrotherhadtoldher;butthenithadnotbeenpossibleforthemantosaythathehadbroughtAlanhometipsy,andbeenaloneinthehousewithheratthreeo’clockinthemorning。Hewouldnotonlyboastofittoallthatvulgarcomradehoodofhis,butitmightgetintothoseterriblepaperswhichpublishedthesocietyscandals。Therewouldbenowaybuttoappealtohispity,hisgenerosity。Shefanciedherselfwritingtohim,buthecouldshowhernote,andshemustsendforhimtocomeandseeher,andtrytoputhimonhishonor。Or,thatwouldnotdo,either。Shemustmakeithappenthattheyshouldbethrowntogether,andthenspeaktohim。Eventhatmightmakehimthinkshewasafraidofhim;orhemighttakeitwrong,andbelievethatshecaredforhim。
HehadreallybeenverygoodtoAlan,andshetriedtofeelsafeinthethoughtofthat。Shedidfeelsafeforamoment;butifshehadmeantnothingbuttomakehimbelievehergrateful,whatmustheinferfromhertalkingtohiminthelightwayshedidaboutforgivinghimfornotcomingbacktodancewithher。Hermanner,herlooks,hertone,hadgivenhimtherighttosaythatshehadbeenwillingtoflirtwithhimthere,atthathour,andinthosedreadfulcircumstances。
Shefoundherselflyinginadeeparm—chairinthelibrary,whenshewasawareofDr。Lacypausingatthedoorandlookingtentativelyinuponher。
"Comein,doctor,"shesaid,andsheknewthatherfacewaswetwithtears,andthatshespokewiththevoiceofweeping。
Hecameforwardandlookednarrowlyather,withoutsittingdown。
"There’snothingtobealarmedabout,MissBessie,"hesaid。"ButI
thinkyourbrotherhadbetterleavehomeagain,forawhile。"
"Yes,"shesaid,blankly。Hermindwasnotonhiswords。
"Iwillmakethearrangements。"
"Thankyou,"saidBessie,listlessly。
Thedoctorhadmadeastepbackward,asifheweregoingaway,andnowhestopped。"Aren’tyoufeelingquitewell,MissBessie?"
"Ohyes,"shesaid,andshebegantocry。
Thedoctorcameforwardandsaid,cheerily:"Letmesee。"Hepulledachairuptohers,andtookherwristbetweenhisfingers。"IfyouwereatMrs。Enderby’slastnight,you’llneedanothernighttoputyoujustright。Butyou’reprettywellasitis。"Heletherwristsoftlygo,andsaid:"Youmustn’tdistressyourselfaboutyourbrother’scase。
Ofcourse,it’shardtohaveithappennowafterhe’sheldupsolong;
longerthanithasbeenbefore,Ithink,isn’tit?Butit’ssomethingthatithasbeensolong。Thenexttime,letushope,itwillbelongerstill。"
Thedoctormadeasiftorise。Bessieputherhandouttostayhim。
"Whatisitmakeshimdoit?"
"Ah,that’sagreatmystery,"saidthedoctor。"Isupposeyoumightsaytheexcitement。"
"Yes!"
"Butitseemstomeveryoften,insuchcases,asifitweretoescapetheexcitement。Ithinkyou’rebothkeyedupprettysharplybynature,MissBessie,"saidthedoctor,withthepersonalkindnesshefeltforthegirl,andthepitysofteninghisscientificspirit。
"Iknow!"sheanswered。"We’realike。Whydon’tItaketodrinking,too?"
Thedoctorlaughedatsuchaquestionfromayounglady,butwithaninnerseriousnessinhislaugh,asif,comingfromapatient,itwastobeweighed。"Well,Isupposeitisn’tthehabitofyoursex,MissBessie。"
"Sometimesitis。Sometimeswomengetdrunk,andthenIthinktheydolessharmthaniftheydidotherthingstogetawayfromtheexcitement。"
Shelongedtoconfideinhim;thewordswereonhertongue;shebelievedhecouldhelpher,tellherwhattodo;outofhisstoresofknowledgeandexperiencehemusthavesomesuggestion,someremedy;hecouldadviseher;hecouldstandherfriend,sofar。Peopletoldtheirdoctorsallkindsofthings,sillythings。Whyshouldshenottellherdoctorthis?
Itwouldhavebeeneasierifithadbeenanolderman,whomighthavehadadaughterofherage。Buthewasinthatperiodoftheearlyfortieswhenadoctorsometimeshasamatter—of—fact,disagreeablewifewhoseideastandsbetweenhimandthespiritualintimacyofhispatients,sothatitseemsasiftheyweredeliveringtheirconfidencesrathertoherthantohim。Hewasable,hewasgood,hewasextremelyacute,hewasevenwiththelatestfactsandtheories;butashesatstraightupinhischairhisstomachdefineditselfasahalf—moonbeforehim,andhesaidtothequiveringheapofemotionsbesidehim,"Youmeanlikebreakinghearts,andsuchlittlematters?"
Itwasfatallystupid,anditbeatherbackintoherself。
"Yes,"shesaid,withacontemptthatsheeasilyhidfromhim,"that’sworsethangettingdrunk,isn’tit?"
"Well,itisn’tsoregarded,"saidthedoctor,whosupposedhimselftohavemadeasprightlyanswer,andlaughedatit。"Iwish,MissBessie,you’dtakealittleremedyI’mgoingtosendyou。You’vemerelybeenuptoolate,butit’saverygoodthingforpeoplewho’vebeenuptoolate。"
"Thankyou。Andaboutmybrother?"
"Oh!I’llsendamantolookafterhimto—night,andtomorrowIreallythinkhe’dbettergo。"
XXXVI。
MissLyndehadgoneearlierthanusualtobed,whenBessieheardAlan’sdooropen,andthenheardhimfeelinghiswayfumbinglydown—stairs。Shesurmisedthathehaddrunkupallthathehadinhisroom,andwasmakingfortheside—boardinthedining—room。
Sheranandgotthetwodecanters—oneofwhiskeyandoneofbrandy,whichhewasinthehabitofcarryingbacktohisroomfromsuchanincursion。
"Alan!"shecalledtohim,inalowvoice。
"Whereareyou?"heansweredback。
"Inthelibrary,"shesaid。"Comeinhere,please。"
Hecame,andstoodlookinggloomilyinfromthedoorway。Hecaughtsightofthedecantersandtheglassesonthelibrarytable。"Oh!"hesaid,andgavealaughcutintwobyahiccough。
"Comein,andshutthedoor,Alan,"shesaid。"Let’smakeanightofit。
I’vegotthematerialshere。"Shewavedherhandtowardthedecanters。
Alanshrugged。"Idon’tknowwhatyoumean。"Buthecameforward,andslouchedintooneofthedeepchairs。
"Well,I’lltellyouwhat,"saidBessie,withalaugh。"We’rebothexcited,andwewanttogetawayfromourselves。Isn’tthatwhat’sthematterwithyouwhenitbegins?DoctorLacythinksitis。"
"Doeshe?"Alanasked。"Ididn’tsupposehehadsomuchsense。Whatofit?"
"Nothing。MerelythatI’mgoingtodrinkaglassofwhiskeyandaglassofbrandyforeveryglassthatyoudrinkto—night。"
"Youmustn’tplaythefool,Bess,"saidherbrother,withdignifiedseverity。
"ButI’mreallyserious,Alan。ShallIgiveyousomething?Whichshallwebeginon?Andwe’dbetterbeginsoon,forthere’samancomingfromthedoctortolookafteryou,andthenyouwon’tgetanything。"
"Don’tberidiculous!Givemethosedecanters!"Alanstruggledoutofhischair,andtrembledovertowhereshehadthemonthetablebesideher。
Shecaughtthemup,oneineitherhand,andheldthemashighasshecouldliftthem。"Ifyoudon’tsitdownandpromisetokeepstill,I’llsmashthembothonthehearth。YouknowIwill。"
Herstrangeeyesgleamed,andhehesitated;thenhewentbacktohischair。
"Idon’tseewhat’sgotintoyouto—night。Idon’twantanything,"hesaid。Hetriedtobraveitout,butpresentlyhecastapiteousglanceatthedecanterswhereshehadputthemdownbesideheragain。"DoesthedoctorthinkI’dbettergoagain?"heasked。
"Yes。"
"When?"
"To—morrow。"
Helookedatthedecanters。"Andwhenisthatfellowcoming?"
"Hemaybehereanymoment。"
"It’sprettyrough,"hesighed。"Twoglassesofthatstuffwoulddriveyousowildyouwouldn’tknowwhereyouwere,Bess,"heexpostulated。
"Well,IwishIdidn’tknowwhereIwas。IwishIwasn’tanywhere。"Helookedather,andthendroppedhiseyes,withtheeffectofgivingupahopelessconundrum。
Butheasked:"What’sthematter?"
Shescannedhimkeenlybeforesheanswered:"SomethingthatIshouldliketotellyou——thatyououghttoknow。Alan,doyouthinkyouarefittojudgeofaveryseriousmatter?"
Helaughedpathetically。"Idon’tbelieveI’minaveryjudicialframeofmindto—night,Bess。To—morrow——"
"Oh,to—morrow!Wherewillyoubeto—morrow?"
"That’strue!Well,whatisit?I’lltrytolisten。Butifyouknewhowmynervesweregoing。"Hiseyeswanderedfromhersbacktothedecanters。"IfIhadjustoneglass——"
"I’llhaveone,too,"shesaid,withamotiontowardthedecanternexther。
Hethrewuphisarms。"Ohwell,goon。I’lllistenaswellasIcan。"
Hesankdowninhischairandstretchedhislittlefeetouttowardthefire。"Goon!"
Shehesitatedbeforeshebegan。"Doyouknowwhobroughtyouhomelastnight,Alan?"
"Yes,"heanswered,quickly,"Westover。"
"Yes,Mr。Westoverbroughtyon,andyouwouldn’tstay。Youdon’trememberanythingelse?"
"No。Whatelse?"
"Nothingforyou,ifyoudon’tremember。"Shesatinsilenthopelessnessforawhile,andherbrother’seyesdweltonthedecanters,whichsheseemedtohaveforgotten。"Alan!"shebrokeout,abruptly,"I’mworried,andifIcan’ttellyouaboutitthere’snooneIcan。"
Theappealintiervoicemusthavereachedhim,thoughheseemedscarcelytohaveheededherwords。"Whatisit?"heasked,kindly。
"YouwentbacktotheEnderbys’afterMr。Westoverbroughtyouhome,andthensomeoneelsehadtobringyouagain。"
"Howdoyouknow?"
"Iwasup,andletyouin——"
"Didyou,Bessie?Thatwaslikeyou,"hesaid,tenderly。
"AndIhadtolethimin,too。Youpulledhimintothehouse,andyoumadesuchadisturbanceatthedoorthathehadtocomeinforfearyouwouldbringthepolice。"
"Whatabeast!"saidAlan,ofhimself,asifitweresomeoneelse。
"Hecameinwithyou。Andyouwantedhimtohavesomesupper。Andyoufellasleepbeforethefireinthereception—room。"
"That——thatwasthedream!"saidAlan,severely。"Whatareyoutalkingthatstufffor,Bessie?"
"Ohno!"sheretorted,withalaugh,asifthepleasureofitscominginsofitlywerecompensationfortheshameofthefact。"Thedreamwaswhathappenedafterward。Thedreamwasthatyoufellasleepthere,andleftmetherewithhim——"
"Well,pooroldWestover;he’sagentleman!Youneedn’tbeworriedabouthim——"
"You’renotfit!"criedthegirl。"Igiveitup。"Shegotuponherfeetandstoodamomentlistless。
"No,I’mnot,Bessie。Ican’tpullmymindtogethertonight。Butlookhere!"Heseemedtolosewhathewantedtosay。Heasked:"IsitsomethingI’vegotyouinfor?DoIunderstandthat?"
"Partly,"shesaid。
"Well,then,I’llhelpyouout。Youcantrustme,Bessie;youcan,indeed。Youdon’tbelieveit?"
"Oh,IbelieveyouthinkIcantrustyou。"
"Butthistimeyoucan。IfyouneedmyhelpIwillstandbyyou,rightorwrong。IfyouwanttotellmenowI’lllisten,andI’lladviseyouthebestIcan——"
"It’sjustsomethingI’vegotnervousabout,"shesaid,whilehereyesshonewithsuddentears。"ButIwon’ttroubleyouwithitto—night。
There’snosuchgreathurry。Wecantalkaboutitinthemorningifyou’rebetterthen。Oh,Iforgot!You’regoingaway!"
"No,"saidtheyoungman,withpatheticdignity,"I’mnotgoingifyouneedmyhelp。Butyou’rerightaboutmetonight,Bessie。I’mnotfit。
I’mafraidIcan’tgraspanythingto—night。Tellmeinthemorning。
Oh,don’tbeafraid!"hecriedoutattheglanceshegavethedecanters。
"That’sover,now;youcouldputtheminmyhandsandbesafeenough。
I’mgoingbacktobed,andinthemorning——"
Heroseandwenttowardthedoor。"Ifthatdoctor’smancomesto—nightyoucansendhimawayagain。Heneedn’tbother。"
"Allright,Alan,"shesaid,fondly。"Good—night。Don’tworryaboutme。
Trytogetsomesleep。"
"Andyoumustsleep,too。Youcantrustme,Bessie。"
Hecamebackafterhegotoutoftheroomandlookedin。"Bess,ifyou’reanxiousaboutit,ifyoudon’tfeelperfectlysureofme,youcantakethosethingstoyourroomwithyou。"Heindicatedthedecanterswithaglance。
"Ohno!Ishallleavethemhere。Itwouldn’tbeanyuseyourjustkeepingwellovernight。You’llhavetokeepwellalongtime,Alan,ifyou’regoingtohelpme。Andthat’sthereasonI’drathertalktoyouwhenyoucangiveyourwholemindtowhatIsay。"
"Isitsomethingsoserious?"
"Idon’tknow。That’sforyoutojudge。Notvery——notatall,perhaps。"
"ThenIwon’tfailyou,Bessie。Ishall’keepwell,’asyoucallit,aslongasyouwantme。Good—night。"
"Good—night。Ishallleavethesebottleshere,remember。"
"Youneedn’tbeafraid。Youmightputthembesidemybed。"
Bessiesleptsoundly,fromexhaustion,andinthatprovisionalfashioninwhichpeoplewhohavepostponedacaretoagivenmomentareabletosleep。Butshewokeearly,andcreptdown—stairsbeforeanyoneelsewasastir,andwenttothelibrary。Thedecantersstoodthereonthetable,empty。Herbrotherlayashapelessheapinoneofthedeeparm—chairs。
XXXVII。
WestovergothomefromtheEnderbydanceatlastwiththeforecastofaviolentcoldinhissystem,whichverifieditselfthenextmorning。Hehadbeenhousedaweek,whenJeffDurgincametoseehim。"Whydidn’tyouletmeknowyouweresick?"hedemanded,"I’dhavecomeandlookedafteryou。"
"Thankyou,"saidWestover,withasmuchstiffnessashecouldcommandinhisphysicallimpness。"Ishouldn’thaveallowedyoutolookafterme;
andIwantyoutounderstand,now,thattherecan’tbeanysortoffriendlinessbetweenustillyou’veaccountedforyourbehaviorwithLyndetheothernight。"
"Youmeanattheparty?"Jeffasked,tranquilly。
"Yes!"criedWestover。"IfIhadnotbeenshutupeversince,Ishouldhavegonetoseeyouandhaditoutwithyou。I’veonlyletyouin,now,togiveyouthechancetoexplain;andIrefusetohearawordfromyoutillyoudo。"Westoverdidnotthinkthatthiswasveryforcible,andhewasnotmuchsurprisedthatitmadeJeffsmile。
"Why,Idon’tknowwhatthereistoexplain。IsupposeyouthinkIgothimdrunk;Iknowwhatyouthoughtthatnight。Buthewasprettywellloadedwhenhestruckmychampagne。Itwasn’taquestionofwhathewasgoingtodoanylonger,buthowhewasgoingtodoit。Ikeptaneyeonhim,andattherighttimeIhelpedthecaterer’smantogethimupintothatroomwherehewouldn’tmakeanytrouble。Iexpectedtogobackandlookafterhim,butIforgothim。"
"Idon’tsuppose,really,thatyou’reawarewhatadevil’sargumentthatis,"saidWestover。"YougotLyndedrunk,andthenyouwentbacktohissister,andallowedhertotreatyouasifyouwereagentleman,anddidn’tdeservetobethrownoutofthehouse。"ThisatlastwassomethinglikewhatWestoverhadimaginedhewouldsaytoJeff,andhelookedtoseeithavetheimaginedeffectuponhim。
"Doyousuppose,"askedJeff,withcheerfulcynicism,"thatitwasthefirsttimeshewasciviltoamanherbrothergotdrunkwith?"
"No!Butallthemoreyououghttohaveconsideredherhelplessness。
Itoughttohavemadeherthemoresacred"——Jeffgaveanexasperatingshrug——"toyou,andyououghttohavekeptawayfromherfordecency’ssake。"
"Iwasengagedtodancewithher。"
"Ican’tallowyoutobetrivialwithme,Durgin,"saidWestover。
"You’veactedlikeablackguard,andworse,ifthereisanythingworse。"
Jeffstoodatacornerofthefire,leaningoneelbowonthemantel,andhenowlookedthoughtfullydownonWestover,whohadsunkweaklyintoachairbeforethehearth。"Idon’tdenyitfromyourpointofview,Mr。
Westover,"hesaid,withouttheleastresentmentinhistone。"Youbelievethateverythingisdonefromapurpose,orthatathingisintendedbecauseit’sdone。ButIseethatmostthingsinthisworldarenotthoughtabout,andnotintended。Theyhappen,justasmuchastheotherthingsthatwecallaccidents。"