“Let the P.O. simply bring you your letters. It would bring you lots,
you’d see: orders, after a bit, by the score.” It was on this, in due
course, that the great advantage again came up: “One seems to live
again with one’s own people.” It had taken some little time (after
their having parted company in the tempest of their troubles and then,
in the glimmering dawn, finally sighted each other again) for each to
admit that the other was, in her private circle, her only equal, but
the admission came, when it did come, with an honest groan; and since
equality was named, each found much personal profit in exaggerating the
other’s original grandeur. Mrs. Jordan was ten years the older, but her
young friend was struck with the smaller difference this now made: it
had counted otherwise at the time when, much more as a friend of her
mother’s, the bereaved lady, without a penny of provision and with
stopgaps, like their own, all gone, had, across the sordid landing on
which the opposite doors of the pair of scared miseries opened and to
which they were bewilderedly bolted, borrowed coals and umbrellas that
were repaid in potatoes and postage-stamps. It had been a questionable
help, at that time, to ladies submerged, floundering, panting, swimming
for their lives, that they were ladies; but such an advantage could
come up again in proportion as others vanished, and it had grown very
great by the time it was the only ghost of one they possessed. They had
literally watched it take to itself a portion of the substance of each
that had departed; and it became prodigious now, when they could talk
of it together, when they could look back at it across a desert of
accepted derogation, and when, above all, they could together work up a
credulity about it that neither could otherwise work up. Nothing was
really so marked as that they felt the need to cultivate this legend
much more after having found their feet and stayed their stomachs in
the ultimate obscure than they had done in the upper air of mere
frequent shocks. The thing they could now oftenest say to each other
was that they knew what they meant; and the sentiment with which, all
round, they knew it was known had well-nigh amounted to a promise not
again to fall apart.
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