Perhaps she ought to have told no one. He was not altogether to blame,
and her eyes softened as she dwelt on the recollection.... It was not
his fault, nor her fault. She could not control her moods, and she was
not responsible for what she said and did when they were upon her. She
had felt that she must leave Barbizon, she had felt that she hated
artists and studios, and a force, which she could not resist, had
drawn her towards the Delacours. She remembered it all very well. She
did not blame Morton. She had acted wrongly, but it was fate. Looking
back she could honestly say that it was impossible for her to have
acted otherwise. Those moods of hers!
Delacour she had never cared about. He had made love to her, but she
had done nothing wrong. Madame Delacour knew that she had done nothing
wrong, and Mildred hated her for the accusation. 'She accused me of
kissing her husband,' Mildred reflected. Mildred often liked to look
the truth in the face, but, in this instance, the truth was unpleasant
to look in the face; she shrank from it, and excused herself. She was
at that time without hope, everything had gone wrong with her. She had
to have a friend.... Moreover, she had resolved to break off with M.
Delacour as soon as the Panama scandal had passed. But, owing to the
accusations of that odious woman, her life had suddenly fallen to
pieces. In two more years she would have mastered the French language,
and might have won some place for herself in literature.... But in
English she could do nothing. She hated the language. It did not suit
her. No, there was nothing for her now to do but to live at Sutton and
look after her brother's house or marry.... After all her striving she
found herself back at the point whence she had started; she had
accomplished the circle of life, or nearly so. To fulfil the circle
she had to marry. There was nothing in life except a little fruitless
striving, and then marriage. If she did not accept marriage, what
should she do? She was tired asking herself that question; so she put
it aside, and applied herself day by day with greater diligence to the
conquest of Alfred.
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