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"
It
can
’
t
go
on
at
his
age
,
"
she
said
.
"
After
all
,
he
’
s
forty
.
I
could
understand
it
in
a
young
man
,
but
I
think
it
’
s
horrible
in
a
man
of
his
years
,
with
children
who
are
nearly
grown
up
.
His
health
will
never
stand
it
.
"
Anger
struggled
in
her
breast
with
misery
.
"
Tell
him
that
our
home
cries
out
for
him
.
Everything
is
just
the
same
,
and
yet
everything
is
different
.
I
can
’
t
live
without
him
.
I
’
d
sooner
kill
myself
.
Talk
to
him
about
the
past
,
and
all
we
’
ve
gone
through
together
.
What
am
I
to
say
to
the
children
when
they
ask
for
him
?
His
room
is
exactly
as
it
was
when
he
left
it
.
It
’
s
waiting
for
him
.
We
’
re
all
waiting
for
him
.
"
Now
she
told
me
exactly
what
I
should
say
.
She
gave
me
elaborate
answers
to
every
possible
observation
of
his
.
"
You
will
do
everything
you
can
for
me
?
"
she
said
pitifully
.
"
Tell
him
what
a
state
I
’
m
in
.
"
I
saw
that
she
wished
me
to
appeal
to
his
sympathies
by
every
means
in
my
power
.
She
was
weeping
freely
.
I
was
extraordinarily
touched
.
I
felt
indignant
at
Strickland
’
s
cold
cruelty
,
and
I
promised
to
do
all
I
could
to
bring
him
back
.
I
agreed
to
go
over
on
the
next
day
but
one
,
and
to
stay
in
Paris
till
I
had
achieved
something
.
Then
,
as
it
was
growing
late
and
we
were
both
exhausted
by
so
much
emotion
,
I
left
her
.
During
the
journey
I
thought
over
my
errand
with
misgiving
.
Now
that
I
was
free
from
the
spectacle
of
Mrs
.
Strickland
’
s
distress
I
could
consider
the
matter
more
calmly
.
I
was
puzzled
by
the
contradictions
that
I
saw
in
her
behaviour
.
She
was
very
unhappy
,
but
to
excite
my
sympathy
she
was
able
to
make
a
show
of
her
unhappiness
.
It
was
evident
that
she
had
been
prepared
to
weep
,
for
she
had
provided
herself
with
a
sufficiency
of
handkerchiefs
;
I
admired
her
forethought
,
but
in
retrospect
it
made
her
tears
perhaps
less
moving
.
I
could
not
decide
whether
she
desired
the
return
of
her
husband
because
she
loved
him
,
or
because
she
dreaded
the
tongue
of
scandal
;
and
I
was
perturbed
by
the
suspicion
that
the
anguish
of
love
contemned
was
alloyed
in
her
broken
heart
with
the
pangs
,
sordid
to
my
young
mind
,
of
wounded
vanity
.
I
had
not
yet
learnt
how
contradictory
is
human
nature
;
I
did
not
know
how
much
pose
there
is
in
the
sincere
,
how
much
baseness
in
the
noble
,
nor
how
much
goodness
in
the
reprobate
.
But
there
was
something
of
an
adventure
in
my
trip
,
and
my
spirits
rose
as
I
approached
Paris
.
I
saw
myself
,
too
,
from
the
dramatic
standpoint
,
and
I
was
pleased
with
my
role
of
the
trusted
friend
bringing
back
the
errant
husband
to
his
forgiving
wife
.
I
made
up
my
mind
to
see
Strickland
the
following
evening
,
for
I
felt
instinctively
that
the
hour
must
be
chosen
with
delicacy
.
An
appeal
to
the
emotions
is
little
likely
to
be
effectual
before
luncheon
.
My
own
thoughts
were
then
constantly
occupied
with
love
,
but
I
never
could
imagine
connubial
bliss
till
after
tea
.
I
enquired
at
my
hotel
for
that
in
which
Charles
Strickland
was
living
.
It
was
called
the
Hotel
des
Belges
.
But
the
concierge
,
somewhat
to
my
surprise
,
had
never
heard
of
it
.
I
had
understood
from
Mrs
.
Strickland
that
it
was
a
large
and
sumptuous
place
at
the
back
of
the
Rue
de
Rivoli
.
We
looked
it
out
in
the
directory
.
The
only
hotel
of
that
name
was
in
the
Rue
des
Moines
.
The
quarter
was
not
fashionable
;
it
was
not
even
respectable
.
I
shook
my
head
.
"
I
’
m
sure
that
’
s
not
it
,
"
I
said
.
