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“
Since
you
were
her
friend
—
”
“
Her
friend
!
”
He
stood
up
impatiently
.
“
You
speak
as
if
she
had
had
only
one
—
the
most
famous
woman
of
her
day
!
”
He
moved
vaguely
about
the
room
,
bending
down
to
look
at
some
books
on
the
table
.
“
I
hope
,
”
he
added
,
“
you
didn
’
t
give
that
as
a
reason
,
by
the
way
?
”
“
A
reason
?
”
“
For
not
going
.
A
woman
who
gives
reasons
for
getting
out
of
social
obligations
is
sure
to
make
herself
unpopular
or
ridiculous
.
The
words
were
uncalculated
;
but
in
an
instant
he
saw
that
they
had
strangely
bridged
the
distance
between
his
wife
and
himself
.
He
felt
her
close
on
him
,
like
a
panting
foe
;
and
her
answer
was
a
flash
that
showed
the
hand
on
the
trigger
.
“
I
seem
,
”
she
said
from
the
threshold
,
“
to
have
done
both
in
giving
my
reason
to
you
.
”
The
fact
that
they
were
dining
out
that
evening
made
it
easy
for
him
to
avoid
Alexa
till
she
came
downstairs
in
her
opera
-
cloak
.
Mrs
.
Touchett
,
who
was
going
to
the
same
dinner
,
had
offered
to
call
for
her
,
and
Glennard
,
refusing
a
precarious
seat
between
the
ladies
’
draperies
,
followed
on
foot
.
The
evening
was
interminable
.
The
reading
at
the
Waldorf
,
at
which
all
the
women
had
been
present
,
had
revived
the
discussion
of
the
“
Aubyn
Letters
”
and
Glennard
,
hearing
his
wife
questioned
as
to
her
absence
,
felt
himself
miserably
wishing
that
she
had
gone
,
rather
than
that
her
staying
away
should
have
been
remarked
.
He
was
rapidly
losing
all
sense
of
proportion
where
the
“
Letters
”
were
concerned
.
He
could
no
longer
hear
them
mentioned
without
suspecting
a
purpose
in
the
allusion
;
he
even
yielded
himself
for
a
moment
to
the
extravagance
of
imagining
that
Mrs
.
Dresham
,
whom
he
disliked
,
had
organized
the
reading
in
the
hope
of
making
him
betray
himself
—
for
he
was
already
sure
that
Dresham
had
divined
his
share
in
the
transaction
.
The
attempt
to
keep
a
smooth
surface
on
this
inner
tumult
was
as
endless
and
unavailing
as
efforts
made
in
a
nightmare
.
He
lost
all
sense
of
what
he
was
saying
to
his
neighbors
and
once
when
he
looked
up
his
wife
’
s
glance
struck
him
cold
.
She
sat
nearly
opposite
him
,
at
Flamel
’
s
side
,
and
it
appeared
to
Glennard
that
they
had
built
about
themselves
one
of
those
airy
barriers
of
talk
behind
which
two
people
can
say
what
they
please
.
While
the
reading
was
discussed
they
were
silent
.
Their
silence
seemed
to
Glennard
almost
cynical
—
it
stripped
the
last
disguise
from
their
complicity
.
A
throb
of
anger
rose
in
him
,
but
suddenly
it
fell
,
and
he
felt
,
with
a
curious
sense
of
relief
,
that
at
bottom
he
no
longer
cared
whether
Flamel
had
told
his
wife
or
not
.
The
assumption
that
Flamel
knew
about
the
letters
had
become
a
fact
to
Glennard
;
and
it
now
seemed
to
him
better
that
Alexa
should
know
too
.
He
was
frightened
at
first
by
the
discovery
of
his
own
indifference
.
The
last
barriers
of
his
will
seemed
to
be
breaking
down
before
a
flood
of
moral
lassitude
.
How
could
he
continue
to
play
his
part
,
to
keep
his
front
to
the
enemy
,
with
this
poison
of
indifference
stealing
through
his
veins
?
He
tried
to
brace
himself
with
the
remembrance
of
his
wife
’
s
scorn
.
He
had
not
forgotten
the
note
on
which
their
conversation
had
closed
.
If
he
had
ever
wondered
how
she
would
receive
the
truth
he
wondered
no
longer
—
she
would
despise
him
.
But
this
lent
a
new
insidiousness
to
his
temptation
,
since
her
contempt
would
be
a
refuge
from
his
own
.
He
said
to
himself
that
,
since
he
no
longer
cared
for
the
consequences
,
he
could
at
least
acquit
himself
of
speaking
in
self
-
defence
.
What
he
wanted
now
was
not
immunity
but
castigation
:
his
wife
’
s
indignation
might
still
reconcile
him
to
himself
