Margery went to bed quite happy in her mind, except on one point.
She had been gifted by nature with a superb serenity which it took
much blustering wind to ruffle, and in the main Frank's behavior was
different, not in kind, but only in degree, from what she had seen
before when he was painting. He always got nervous and excited over a
picture which he really gave himself up to; he always talked ridiculous
nonsense about personalities and influences, and though his childlike
desire to be with her when he was not working was more accentuated than
usual, she drew the very natural conclusion that he was more absorbed
than usual in his work.
But there was one point which troubled her: she had quite unaccountably
shrunk from him when he ran to meet her across the studio, and she had
shrunk from him again when she saw his face. She told herself that
this was her own silliness, not his, and that it was ridiculous of
her to try to cure Frank of his absurdities while she was so absurd
herself. She had shrunk back involuntarily, as if from an evil thing.
"How absurd and ridiculous of me," she said to herself, as she settled
herself in bed. "Frank is Frank, and it is his idea that he is ceasing
or will cease to be Frank which I have thought all along is so
supremely silly, and which I think supremely silly still. Yet I shrank
from him as I would from a man who had committed a crime."
Then suddenly another thought came to join this one in her brain: "What
crimes? What do you know of my crimes?"
The contact and the electric spark had been instantaneous, for she
wrenched the two thoughts apart. But they had come together, and
between them they had generated a spark of light.
And so, without knowing it, she knew for a moment what was Frank's
secret which he dared not tell her.
CHAPTER VII
Frank got up, as his custom was, very early next morning, and went
straight to the studio; and Margery, keeping to the resolve of the
night before, left him alone all morning. She had sent his breakfast in
to him, but ate hers alone in her morning-room.
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