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Her
attitude
seemed
indeed
to
throw
his
own
reasonableness
into
distincter
relief
:
so
that
they
might
have
stood
for
thrift
and
improvidence
in
an
allegory
of
the
affections
.
It
was
not
that
Mrs
.
Aubyn
permitted
herself
to
be
a
pensioner
on
his
bounty
.
He
knew
she
had
no
wish
to
keep
herself
alive
on
the
small
change
of
sentiment
;
she
simply
fed
on
her
own
funded
passion
,
and
the
luxuries
it
allowed
her
made
him
,
even
then
,
dimly
aware
that
she
had
the
secret
of
an
inexhaustible
alchemy
.
Their
relations
remained
thus
negatively
tender
till
she
suddenly
wrote
him
of
her
decision
to
go
abroad
to
live
.
Her
father
had
died
,
she
had
no
near
ties
in
Hillbridge
,
and
London
offered
more
scope
than
New
York
to
her
expanding
personality
.
She
was
already
famous
and
her
laurels
were
yet
unharvested
.
For
a
moment
the
news
roused
Glennard
to
a
jealous
sense
of
lost
opportunities
.
He
wanted
,
at
any
rate
,
to
reassert
his
power
before
she
made
the
final
effort
of
escape
.
They
had
not
met
for
over
a
year
,
but
of
course
he
could
not
let
her
sail
without
seeing
her
.
She
came
to
New
York
the
day
before
her
departure
,
and
they
spent
its
last
hours
together
.
Glennard
had
planned
no
course
of
action
—
he
simply
meant
to
let
himself
drift
.
They
both
drifted
,
for
a
long
time
,
down
the
languid
current
of
reminiscence
;
she
seemed
to
sit
passive
,
letting
him
push
his
way
back
through
the
overgrown
channels
of
the
past
.
At
length
she
reminded
him
that
they
must
bring
their
explorations
to
an
end
.
He
rose
to
leave
,
and
stood
looking
at
her
with
the
same
uncertainty
in
his
heart
.
He
was
tired
of
her
already
—
he
was
always
tired
of
her
—
yet
he
was
not
sure
that
he
wanted
her
to
go
.
“
I
may
never
see
you
again
,
”
he
said
,
as
though
confidently
appealing
to
her
compassion
.
Her
look
enveloped
him
.
“
And
I
shall
see
you
always
—
always
!
”
“
Why
go
then
—
?
”
escaped
him
.
“
To
be
nearer
you
,
”
she
answered
;
and
the
words
dismissed
him
like
a
closing
door
.
The
door
was
never
to
reopen
;
but
through
its
narrow
crack
Glennard
,
as
the
years
went
on
,
became
more
and
more
conscious
of
an
inextinguishable
light
directing
its
small
ray
toward
the
past
which
consumed
so
little
of
his
own
commemorative
oil
.
The
reproach
was
taken
from
this
thought
by
Mrs
.
Aubyn
’
s
gradual
translation
into
terms
of
universality
.
In
becoming
a
personage
she
so
naturally
ceased
to
be
a
person
that
Glennard
could
almost
look
back
to
his
explorations
of
her
spirit
as
on
a
visit
to
some
famous
shrine
,
immortalized
,
but
in
a
sense
desecrated
,
by
popular
veneration
.
