That covers your tracks more than anything." "And what covers yours?" asked Marcher, whom his dull woman could mostly to this extent amuse. "I see of course what you mean by your saving me, in this way and that, so far as other people are concerned--I've seen it all along. Only what is it that saves _you_? I often think, you know, of that." She looked as if she sometimes thought of that too, but rather in a different way. "Where other people, you mean, are concerned?" "Well, you're really so in with me, you know--as a sort of result of my being so in with yourself. I mean of my having such an immense regard for you, being so tremendously mindful of all you've done for me. I sometimes ask myself if it's quite fair. Fair I mean to have so involved and--since one may say it--interested you. I almost feel as if you hadn't really had time to do anything else." "Anything else but be interested?" she asked. "Ah what else does one ever want to be? If I've been 'watching' with you, as we long ago agreed I was to do, watching's always in itself an absorption." "Oh certainly," John Marcher said, "if you hadn't had your curiosity--! Only doesn't it sometimes come to you as time goes on that your curiosity isn't being particularly repaid?" May Bartram had a pause. "Do you ask that, by any chance, because you feel at all that yours isn't? I mean because you have to wait so long." Oh he understood what she meant! "For the thing to happen that never does happen? For the Beast to jump out? No, I'm just where I was about it. It isn't a matter as to which I can _choose_, I can decide for a change. It isn't one as to which there _can_ be a change. It's in the lap of the gods. One's in the hands of one's law--there one is. As to the form the law will take, the way it will operate, that's its own affair." "Yes," Miss Bartram replied; "of course one's fate's coming, of course it _has_ come in its own form and its own way, all the while. Only, you know, the form and the way in your case were to have been--well, something so exceptional and, as one may say, so particularly _your_ own." Something in this made him look at her with suspicion. "You say 'were to _have_ been,' as if in your heart you had begun to doubt." "Oh!" she vaguely protested. "As if you believed," he went on, "that nothing will now take place." She shook her head slowly but rather inscrutably. "You're far from my thought." He continued to look at her. "What then is the matter with you?" "Well," she said after another wait, "the matter with me is simply that I'm more sure than ever my curiosity, as you call it, will be but too well repaid."