She would have admitted indeed that it consisted of little more than
the fact that his absences, however frequent and however long, always
ended with his turning up again. It was nobody’s business in the world
but her own if that fact continued to be enough for her. It was of
course not enough just in itself; what it had taken on to make it so
was the extraordinary possession of the elements of his life that
memory and attention had at last given her. There came a day when this
possession on the girl’s part actually seemed to enjoy between them,
while their eyes met, a tacit recognition that was half a joke and half
a deep solemnity. He bade her good morning always now; he often quite
raised his hat to her. He passed a remark when there was time or room,
and once she went so far as to say to him that she hadn’t seen him for
“ages.” “Ages” was the word she consciously and carefully, though a
trifle tremulously used; “ages” was exactly what she meant. To this he
replied in terms doubtless less anxiously selected, but perhaps on that
account not the less remarkable, “Oh yes, hasn’t it been awfully wet?”
That was a specimen of their give and take; it fed her fancy that no
form of intercourse so transcendent and distilled had ever been
established on earth. Everything, so far as they chose to consider it
so, might mean almost anything. The want of margin in the cage, when he
peeped through the bars, wholly ceased to be appreciable. It was a
drawback only in superficial commerce. With Captain Everard she had
simply the margin of the universe. It may be imagined therefore how
their unuttered reference to all she knew about him could in this
immensity play at its ease. Every time he handed in a telegram it was
an addition to her knowledge: what did his constant smile mean to mark
if it didn’t mean to mark that? He never came into the place without
saying to her in this manner: “Oh yes, you have me by this time so
completely at your mercy that it doesn’t in the least matter what I
give you now. You’ve become a comfort, I assure you!”
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