"I shall marry her, of course. He will divorce her, and we shall be
married." He was trembling with indignation: "I will not submit to this
questioning," he said. He got up and opened the door. "Will you leave
me, please?" he said, frigidly.
But she did not rise. She was bending forward, her hands gripped
between her knees. Then, slowly, she raised her bowed head and there
was authority in her face. "Wait. You must listen. You owe it to me to
listen."
He hesitated. "I owe it to myself not to listen to such words as you
used a moment ago." He was standing before her, his arms folded across
his breast; there was no son's hand put out now to touch hers.
"I won't repeat them," she said, "although I don't know any others that
can be used when a man takes another man's wife, or when a married
woman goes away with a man who is not her husband."
"You drag me into an abominable position in making me even defend
myself. But I will defend myself. I will explain to you that, as things
are, Elizabeth cannot get a divorce from Blair Maitland. But if she
leaves him for me, he will divorce her; and we can marry."
"Perhaps he will not divorce her."
"You mean out of revenge? I doubt if even he could be such a brute as
that."
"There have been such brutes."
"Very well; then we will do without his divorce! We will do without the
respectability that you think so much of."
"Nobody can do without it very long," she said, mildly. "But we won't
argue about respectability; and I won't even ask you whether you will
marry her, if she gets her divorce."
His indignation paused in sheer amazement. "No," he said. "I should
hardly think that even you would venture to ask me such a question!"
"I will only ask you, my son, if you have thought how you would smirch
her name by such a process of getting possession of her?"
"Oh," he said, despairingly, "what is the use of talking about it? I
can't make you understand!"
"Have you considered that you will ruin Elizabeth?" she insisted.
"You may call happiness 'ruin,' if you want to, mother. We don't--she
and I."
"I suppose you wouldn't believe me if I told you it wouldn't be
happiness?"
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