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He
felt
no
guilt
,
no
shame
,
no
regret
,
no
dishonor
.
He
felt
no
concern
for
any
verdict
she
chose
to
pass
upon
him
:
he
had
lost
respect
for
her
judgment
long
ago
.
And
the
sole
chain
still
holding
him
was
only
a
last
remnant
of
pity
.
But
what
was
the
code
on
which
she
acted
?
What
sort
of
code
permitted
the
concept
of
a
punishment
that
required
the
victim
’
s
own
virtue
as
the
fuel
to
make
it
work
?
A
code
—
he
thought
—
which
would
destroy
only
those
who
tried
to
observe
it
;
a
punishment
,
from
which
only
the
honest
would
suffer
,
while
the
dishonest
would
escape
unhurt
.
Could
one
conceive
of
an
infamy
lower
than
to
equate
virtue
with
pain
,
to
make
virtue
,
not
vice
,
the
source
and
motive
power
of
suffering
?
If
he
were
the
kind
of
rotter
she
was
struggling
to
make
him
believe
he
was
,
then
no
issue
of
his
honor
and
his
moral
worth
would
matter
to
him
.
If
he
wasn
’
t
,
then
what
was
the
nature
of
her
attempt
?
To
count
upon
his
virtue
and
use
it
as
an
instrument
of
torture
,
to
practice
blackmail
with
the
victim
’
s
generosity
as
sole
means
of
extortion
,
to
accept
the
gift
of
a
man
’
s
good
will
and
turn
it
into
a
tool
for
the
giver
’
s
destruction
.
.
.
he
sat
very
still
,
contemplating
the
formula
of
so
monstrous
an
evil
that
he
was
able
to
name
it
,
but
not
to
believe
it
possible
.
He
sat
very
still
,
held
by
the
hammering
of
a
single
question
:
Did
Lillian
know
the
exact
nature
of
her
scheme
?
—
was
it
a
conscious
policy
,
devised
with
full
awareness
of
its
meaning
?
He
shuddered
;
he
did
not
hate
her
enough
to
believe
it
.
He
looked
at
her
.
She
was
absorbed
,
at
the
moment
,
in
the
task
of
cutting
a
plum
pudding
that
stood
as
a
mount
of
blue
flame
on
a
silver
platter
before
her
,
its
glow
dancing
over
her
face
and
her
laughing
mouth
—
she
was
plunging
a
silver
knife
into
the
flame
,
with
a
practiced
,
graceful
curve
of
her
arm
.
She
had
metallic
leaves
in
the
red
,
gold
and
brown
colors
of
autumn
scattered
over
one
shoulder
of
her
black
velvet
gown
;
they
glittered
in
the
candlelight
.
He
could
not
get
rid
of
the
impression
,
which
he
had
kept
receiving
and
rejecting
for
three
months
,
that
her
vengeance
was
not
a
form
of
despair
,
as
he
had
supposed
—
the
impression
,
which
he
regarded
as
inconceivable
,
that
she
was
enjoying
it
.
He
could
find
no
trace
of
pain
in
her
manner
.
She
had
an
air
of
confidence
new
to
her
.
She
seemed
to
be
at
home
in
her
house
for
the
first
time
.
Even
though
everything
within
the
house
was
of
her
own
choice
and
taste
,
she
had
always
seemed
to
act
as
the
bright
,
efficient
,
resentful
manager
of
a
high
-
class
hotel
,
who
keeps
smiling
in
bitter
amusement
at
her
position
of
inferiority
to
the
owners
.
The
amusement
remained
,
but
the
bitterness
was
gone
.
She
had
not
gained
weight
,
but
her
features
had
lost
their
delicate
sharpness
in
a
blurring
,
softening
look
of
satisfaction
;
even
her
voice
sounded
as
if
it
had
grown
plump
.
He
did
not
hear
what
she
was
saying
;
she
was
laughing
in
the
last
flicker
of
the
blue
flames
,
while
he
sat
weighing
the
question
:
Did
she
know
?
He
felt
certain
that
he
had
discovered
a
secret
much
greater
than
the
problem
of
his
marriage
,
that
he
had
grasped
the
formula
of
a
policy
practiced
more
widely
throughout
the
world
than
he
dared
to
contemplate
at
the
moment
.
But
to
convict
a
human
being
of
that
practice
was
a
verdict
of
irrevocable
damnation
,
and
he
knew
that
he
would
not
believe
it
of
anyone
,
so
long
as
the
possibility
of
a
doubt
remained
.
No
—
he
thought
,
looking
at
Lillian
,
with
the
last
effort
of
his
generosity
—
he
would
not
believe
it
of
her
.
In
the
name
of
whatever
grace
and
pride
she
possessed
—
in
the
name
of
such
moments
when
he
had
seen
a
smile
of
joy
on
her
face
,
the
smile
of
a
living
being
—
in
the
name
of
the
brief
shadow
of
love
he
had
once
felt
for
her
—
he
would
not
pronounce
upon
her
a
verdict
of
total
evil
.
The
butter
slipped
a
plate
of
plum
pudding
in
front
of
him
,
and
he
heard
Lillian
’
s
voice
:
"
Where
have
you
been
for
the
last
five
minutes
,
Henry
—
or
is
it
for
the
last
century
?
You
haven
’
t
answered
me
.
You
haven
’
t
heard
a
word
I
said
.
"
