"Ah, poor mother!" she said. "I had forgotten about you, because I was
so happy myself. I am sorry for you, too. It is awful! But what am I to
do?"
"You are to come home with me now," she said.
But Madge no longer looked to her for her orders. It was for this cause,
after all, that a woman also should leave her father and mother, and
her allegiance was already elsewhere.
"No; you had better wait a little," said Evelyn, as her glance appealed
to him. "There are things we must talk about at once, things that you
and I must settle."
Madge took this; this came from the authentic source.
"I am not coming home yet," she said to her mother.
Then Lady Ellington used unnecessary violence; the door banged behind
her. But again her quick, cool brain was right in deciding not to stop,
to wrangle, to expostulate, though a woman more stupid than she might
have done so. Had she been less wise, she would have made a scene, have
talked about the Fifth Commandment, have practically forced Madge, as
she could no doubt have done, to come with her. But she was clever
enough to see that there was no use in that. The fat was in the fire, so
why pretend it was not? She could no doubt delay the actual frizzling
for an hour or a day, but where was the use? If anything could still be
done, the scene of the operations was not here. But she did not believe
that it was all up yet, though here a stupider woman might, perhaps,
have arrived at more correct conclusions. She still clung to her
plotting, her planning, as if plans ever made even steerage-way against
passion. And even for this forlorn hope she had to think, and think
hard, whereas, those she had left behind her in the studio did not have
to think at all. But her destination, anyhow, was clear enough; she had
to go to see Philip. What exactly she should say to him was another
question; that had to be thought out while the motor pursued its
noiseless, shifting way through the traffic, steering, as a fish steers
upstream, avoiding obstacles by a mere turn of the fin, imperceptible to
the eye as was the movement of the steerage-wheel.
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