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"
I
have
been
thinking
,
Geoffrey
,
that
perhaps
there
is
some
good
in
life
after
all
,
if
I
could
only
find
it
out
and
live
it
.
But
you
are
the
last
person
to
help
me
in
such
a
matter
.
"
I
was
sitting
in
an
arm-chair
near
the
open
window
,
smoking
,
and
I
turned
my
eyes
upon
her
with
some
astonishment
and
a
touch
of
indignation
.
"
What
do
you
mean
,
Sibyl
?
"
I
asked
--
"
Surely
you
know
that
I
have
the
greatest
desire
to
see
you
always
in
your
best
aspect
--
many
of
your
ideas
have
been
most
repugnant
to
me
...
.
"
"
Stop
there
!
"
she
said
quickly
,
her
eyes
flashing
as
she
spoke
--
"
My
ideas
have
been
repugnant
to
you
,
you
say
?
What
have
you
done
,
you
as
my
husband
,
to
change
those
ideas
?
Have
you
not
the
same
base
passions
as
I
?
--
and
do
you
not
give
way
to
them
as
basely
?
What
have
I
seen
in
you
from
day
to
day
that
I
should
take
you
as
an
example
?
You
are
master
here
,
and
you
rule
with
all
the
arrogance
wealth
can
give
--
you
eat
,
drink
and
sleep
--
you
entertain
your
acquaintances
simply
that
you
may
astonish
them
by
the
excess
of
luxury
in
which
you
indulge
--
you
read
and
smoke
,
shoot
and
ride
,
and
there
an
end
--
you
are
an
ordinary
,
not
an
exceptional
man
.
Do
you
trouble
to
ask
what
is
wrong
with
me
?
--
do
you
try
,
with
the
patience
of
a
great
love
,
to
set
before
me
nobler
aims
than
those
I
have
consciously
or
unconsciously
imbibed
?
--
do
you
try
to
lead
me
,
an
erring
,
passionate
,
misguided
woman
,
into
what
I
dream
of
as
the
light
--
the
light
of
faith
and
hope
which
alone
gives
peace
?
"
And
suddenly
,
burying
her
head
in
the
pillows
of
the
couch
on
which
she
leaned
,
she
broke
into
a
fit
of
smothered
weeping
.
I
drew
my
cigar
from
my
mouth
and
stared
at
her
helplessly
.
It
was
about
an
hour
after
dinner
,
and
a
warm
soft
autumnal
evening
--
I
had
eaten
and
drunk
well
,
and
I
was
drowsy
and
heavy-brained
.
"
Dear
me
!
"
I
murmured
--
"
you
seem
very
unreasonable
,
Sibyl
!
I
suppose
you
are
hysterical
...
.
"
She
sprang
up
from
the
couch
--
her
tears
dried
on
her
cheeks
as
though
by
sheer
heat
of
the
crimson
glow
that
flushed
them
,
and
she
laughed
wildly
.
"
Yes
,
that
is
it
!
"
she
exclaimed
--
"
Hysteria
!
--
nothing
else
!
It
is
accountable
for
everything
that
moves
a
woman
's
nature
.
A
woman
has
no
right
to
have
any
emotions
that
can
not
be
cured
by
smelling-salts
!
Heart-ache
?
--
pooh
!
--
cut
her
stay-lace
!
Despair
and
a
sense
of
sin
and
misery
?
--
nonsense
!
--
bathe
her
temples
with
vinegar
!
An
uneasy
conscience
?
--
ah
!
--
for
an
uneasy
conscience
there
is
nothing
better
than
sal
volatile
!
Woman
is
a
toy
--
a
breakable
fool
's
toy
;
--
and
when
she
is
broken
,
throw
her
aside
and
have
done
with
her
--
do
n't
try
to
piece
together
the
fragile
rubbish
!
"
She
ceased
abruptly
,
panting
for
breath
--
and
before
I
could
collect
my
thoughts
or
find
any
words
wherewith
to
reply
,
a
tall
shadow
suddenly
darkened
the
embrasure
of
the
window
,
and
a
familiar
voice
enquired
--
