Almost everybody took a nap after luncheon. I stayed in the den and read

Ibsen, and felt very mournful. And after Hedda had shot herself, I lay

down on the divan and cried a little--over Hedda; she was young and it

was such a tragic ending--and then I fell asleep.

When I wakened Mr. Harbison was standing by the table, and he held

my book in his hands. In view of the armed neutrality between us, I

expected to see him bow to me curtly, turn on his heel and leave the

room. Indeed, considering his state of mind the night before, I should

hardly have been surprised if he had thrown Hedda at my head. (This is

not a pun. I detest them.) But instead, when he heard me move he glanced

over at me and even smiled a little.

"She wasn't worth it," he said, indicating the book.

"Worth what?"

"Your tears. You were crying over it, weren't you?"

"She was very unhappy," I asserted indifferently. "She was married and

she loved some one else."

"Do you really think she did?" he asked. "And even so, was that a

reason?"

"The other man cared for her; he may not have been able to help it."

"But he knew that she was married," he said virtuously, and then he

caught my eye and he saw the analogy instantly, for he colored hotly and

put down the book.

"Most men argue that way," I said. "They argue by the book, and--they do

as they like."

He picked up a Japanese ivory paper weight from the table, and stood

balancing it across his finger.

"You are perfectly right," he said at last. "I deserve it all. My

grievance is at myself. Your--your beauty, and the fact that I thought

you were unhappy, put me--beside myself. It is not an excuse; it is a

weak explanation. I will not forget myself again."

He was as abject as any one could have wished. It was my minute of

triumph, but I can not pretend that I was happy. Evidently it had been

only a passing impulse. If he had really cared, now that he knew I

was free, he would have forgotten himself again at once. Then a new

explanation occurred to me. Suppose it had been Bella all the time, and

the real shock had been to find that she had been married!

"The fault of the situation was really mine," I said magnanimously;

"I quite blame myself. Only, you must believe one thing. You never

furnished us any amusement." I looked at him sidewise. "The discovery

that Bella and Jim were once married must have been a great shock."

"It was a surprise," he replied evenly. His voice and his eyes were

inscrutable. He returned my glance steadily. It was infuriating to have

gone half-way to meet him, as I had, and then to find him intrenched in

his self-sufficiency again. I got up.




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