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“
Well
,
these
were
,
in
a
sense
.
A
personality
as
big
as
Margaret
Aubyn
’
s
belongs
to
the
world
.
Such
a
mind
is
part
of
the
general
fund
of
thought
.
It
’
s
the
penalty
of
greatness
—
one
becomes
a
monument
historique
.
Posterity
pays
the
cost
of
keeping
one
up
,
but
on
condition
that
one
is
always
open
to
the
public
.
”
“
I
don
’
t
see
that
that
exonerates
the
man
who
gives
up
the
keys
of
the
sanctuary
,
as
it
were
.
”
“
Who
was
he
?
”
another
voice
inquired
.
“
Who
was
he
?
Oh
,
nobody
,
I
fancy
—
the
letter
-
box
,
the
slit
in
the
wall
through
which
the
letters
passed
to
posterity
.
.
.
.
”
“
But
she
never
meant
them
for
posterity
!
”
“
A
woman
shouldn
’
t
write
such
letters
if
she
doesn
’
t
mean
them
to
be
published
.
.
.
.
”
“
She
shouldn
’
t
write
them
to
such
a
man
!
”
Mrs
.
Touchett
scornfully
corrected
.
“
I
never
keep
letters
,
”
said
Mrs
.
Armiger
,
under
the
obvious
impression
that
she
was
contributing
a
valuable
point
to
the
discussion
.
There
was
a
general
laugh
,
and
Flamel
,
who
had
not
spoken
,
said
,
lazily
,
“
You
women
are
too
incurably
subjective
.
I
venture
to
say
that
most
men
would
see
in
those
letters
merely
their
immense
literary
value
,
their
significance
as
documents
.
The
personal
side
doesn
’
t
count
where
there
’
s
so
much
else
.
”
