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Flamel
returned
,
in
the
leisurely
tone
of
the
man
whose
phrases
are
punctuated
by
a
cigarette
,
“
It
seems
so
to
us
,
perhaps
;
but
to
another
generation
the
book
will
be
a
classic
.
”
“
Then
it
ought
not
to
have
been
published
till
it
had
become
a
classic
.
It
’
s
horrible
,
it
’
s
degrading
almost
,
to
read
the
secrets
of
a
woman
one
might
have
known
.
”
She
added
,
in
a
lower
tone
,
“
Stephen
did
know
her
—
”
“
Did
he
?
”
came
from
Flamel
.
“
He
knew
her
very
well
,
at
Hillbridge
,
years
ago
.
The
book
has
made
him
feel
dreadfully
.
.
.
he
wouldn
’
t
read
it
.
.
.
he
didn
’
t
want
me
to
read
it
.
I
didn
’
t
understand
at
first
,
but
now
I
can
see
how
horribly
disloyal
it
must
seem
to
him
.
It
’
s
so
much
worse
to
surprise
a
friend
’
s
secrets
than
a
stranger
’
s
.
”
“
Oh
,
Glennard
’
s
such
a
sensitive
chap
,
”
Flamel
said
,
easily
;
and
Alexa
almost
rebukingly
rejoined
,
“
If
you
’
d
known
her
I
’
m
sure
you
’
d
feel
as
he
does
.
.
.
.
”
Glennard
stood
motionless
,
overcome
by
the
singular
infelicity
with
which
he
had
contrived
to
put
Flamel
in
possession
of
the
two
points
most
damaging
to
his
case
:
the
fact
that
he
had
been
a
friend
of
Margaret
Aubyn
’
s
,
and
that
he
had
concealed
from
Alexa
his
share
in
the
publication
of
the
letters
.
To
a
man
of
less
than
Flamel
’
s
astuteness
it
must
now
be
clear
to
whom
the
letters
were
addressed
;
and
the
possibility
once
suggested
,
nothing
could
be
easier
than
to
confirm
it
by
discreet
research
.
An
impulse
of
self
-
accusal
drove
Glennard
to
the
window
.
Why
not
anticipate
betrayal
by
telling
his
wife
the
truth
in
Flamel
’
s
presence
?
If
the
man
had
a
drop
of
decent
feeling
in
him
,
such
a
course
would
be
the
surest
means
of
securing
his
silence
;
and
above
all
,
it
would
rid
Glennard
of
the
necessity
of
defending
himself
against
the
perpetual
criticism
of
his
wife
’
s
belief
in
him
.
.
.
The
impulse
was
strong
enough
to
carry
him
to
the
window
;
but
there
a
reaction
of
defiance
set
in
.
What
had
he
done
,
after
all
,
to
need
defence
and
explanation
?
Both
Dresham
and
Flamel
had
,
in
his
hearing
,
declared
the
publication
of
the
letters
to
be
not
only
justifiable
but
obligatory
;
and
if
the
disinterestedness
of
Flamel
’
s
verdict
might
be
questioned
,
Dresham
’
s
at
least
represented
the
impartial
view
of
the
man
of
letters
.
As
to
Alexa
’
s
words
,
they
were
simply
the
conventional
utterance
of
the
“
nice
”
woman
on
a
question
already
decided
for
her
by
other
“
nice
”
women
.
She
had
said
the
proper
thing
as
mechanically
as
she
would
have
put
on
the
appropriate
gown
or
written
the
correct
form
of
dinner
-
invitation
.
Glennard
had
small
faith
in
the
abstract
judgments
of
the
other
sex
;
he
knew
that
half
the
women
who
were
horrified
by
the
publication
of
Mrs
.
Aubyn
’
s
letters
would
have
betrayed
her
secrets
without
a
scruple
.
The
sudden
lowering
of
his
emotional
pitch
brought
a
proportionate
relief
.
He
told
himself
that
now
the
worst
was
over
and
things
would
fall
into
perspective
again
.
His
wife
and
Flamel
had
turned
to
other
topics
,
and
coming
out
on
the
veranda
,
he
handed
the
cigars
to
Flamel
,
saying
,
cheerfully
—
and
yet
he
could
have
sworn
they
were
the
last
words
he
meant
to
utter
!
—
“
Look
here
,
old
man
,
before
you
go
down
to
Newport
you
must
come
out
and
spend
a
few
days
with
us
—
mustn
’
t
he
,
Alexa
?
”
Glennard
had
,
perhaps
unconsciously
,
counted
on
the
continuance
of
this
easier
mood
.
He
had
always
taken
pride
in
a
certain
robustness
of
fibre
that
enabled
him
to
harden
himself
against
the
inevitable
,
to
convert
his
failures
into
the
building
materials
of
success
.
Though
it
did
not
even
now
occur
to
him
that
what
he
called
the
inevitable
had
hitherto
been
the
alternative
he
happened
to
prefer
,
he
was
yet
obscurely
aware
that
his
present
difficulty
was
one
not
to
be
conjured
by
any
affectation
of
indifference
.
Some
griefs
build
the
soul
a
spacious
house
—
but
in
this
misery
of
Glennard
’
s
he
could
not
stand
upright
.
It
pressed
against
him
at
every
turn
.
He
told
himself
that
this
was
because
there
was
no
escape
from
the
visible
evidences
of
his
act
.
The
“
Letters
”
confronted
him
everywhere
.
People
who
had
never
opened
a
book
discussed
them
with
critical
reservations
;
to
have
read
them
had
become
a
social
obligation
in
circles
to
which
literature
never
penetrates
except
in
a
personal
guise
.
