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“
Aren
’
t
you
a
little
early
for
church
?
”
he
asked
.
She
replied
that
,
on
the
way
there
,
she
meant
to
stop
a
moment
at
her
mother
’
s
;
and
while
she
drew
on
her
gloves
,
he
fumbled
among
the
knick
-
knacks
on
the
mantel
-
piece
for
a
match
to
light
his
cigarette
.
“
Well
,
good
-
by
,
”
she
said
,
turning
to
go
;
and
from
the
threshold
she
added
:
“
By
the
way
,
I
’
ve
sorted
the
papers
you
gave
me
.
Those
that
I
thought
you
would
like
to
keep
are
on
your
study
-
table
.
”
She
went
downstairs
and
he
heard
the
door
close
behind
her
.
She
had
sorted
the
papers
—
she
knew
,
then
—
she
must
know
—
and
she
had
made
no
sign
!
Glennard
,
he
hardly
knew
how
,
found
himself
once
more
in
the
study
.
On
the
table
lay
the
packet
he
had
given
her
It
was
much
smaller
—
she
had
evidently
gone
over
the
papers
with
care
,
destroying
the
greater
number
.
He
loosened
the
elastic
band
and
spread
the
remaining
envelopes
on
his
desk
.
The
publisher
’
s
notice
was
among
them
.
His
wife
knew
and
she
made
no
sign
.
Glennard
found
himself
in
the
case
of
the
seafarer
who
,
closing
his
eyes
at
nightfall
on
a
scene
he
thinks
to
put
leagues
behind
him
before
day
,
wakes
to
a
port
-
hole
framing
the
same
patch
of
shore
.
From
the
kind
of
exaltation
to
which
his
resolve
had
lifted
him
he
dropped
to
an
unreasoning
apathy
.
His
impulse
of
confession
had
acted
as
a
drug
to
self
-
reproach
.
He
had
tried
to
shift
a
portion
of
his
burden
to
his
wife
’
s
shoulders
and
now
that
she
had
tacitly
refused
to
carry
it
,
he
felt
the
load
too
heavy
to
be
taken
up
again
.
A
fortunate
interval
of
hard
work
brought
respite
from
this
phase
of
sterile
misery
.
He
went
West
to
argue
an
important
case
,
won
it
,
and
came
back
to
fresh
preoccupations
.
His
own
affairs
were
thriving
enough
to
engross
him
in
the
pauses
of
his
professional
work
,
and
for
over
two
months
he
had
little
time
to
look
himself
in
the
face
.
Not
unnaturally
—
for
he
was
as
yet
unskilled
in
the
subtleties
of
introspection
—
he
mistook
his
temporary
insensibility
for
a
gradual
revival
of
moral
health
.
He
told
himself
that
he
was
recovering
his
sense
of
proportion
,
getting
to
see
things
in
their
true
light
;
and
if
he
now
thought
of
his
rash
appeal
to
his
wife
’
s
sympathy
it
was
as
an
act
of
folly
from
the
consequences
of
which
he
had
been
saved
by
the
providence
that
watches
over
madmen
.
He
had
little
leisure
to
observe
Alexa
;
but
he
concluded
that
the
common
-
sense
momentarily
denied
him
had
counselled
her
uncritical
acceptance
of
the
inevitable
.
If
such
a
quality
was
a
poor
substitute
for
the
passionate
justness
that
had
once
seemed
to
characterize
her
,
he
accepted
the
alternative
as
a
part
of
that
general
lowering
of
the
key
that
seems
needful
to
the
maintenance
of
the
matrimonial
duet
.
What
woman
ever
retained
her
abstract
sense
of
justice
where
another
woman
was
concerned
?
Possibly
the
thought
that
he
had
profited
by
Mrs
.
Aubyn
’
s
tenderness
was
not
wholly
disagreeable
to
his
wife
.
