England -- Fiction; Marriage -- Fiction; Teachers -- Fiction
He went on eagerly: "Don't you see the suspicion that's in my
mind?--That Ervine plotted with Helen to get me married to her! That she
married me for all sorts of sordid and miserable reasons!"
And then Clare said, with as near passion as he had ever yet seen in
her: "Mr. Speed, you're a fool! You don't understand Helen.
She has faults, but there's one certain thing about her--she's
straight--_absolutely_ straight! And if you've been cruel to her because
you suspected her of being crooked, then you've done her a fearful
injustice! She's straight--straight to the point of obstinacy."
"You think that?"
"_Think_ it? Why, man, I'm _certain_ of it!"
And at the sound of her words, spoken so confidently and indignantly, it
seemed so to him. Of course she was straight. And he had been cruel to
her. He was always the cause of her troubles. It was always his fault.
And at that very moment, might be, she was crying miserably in the
drawing-room at Lavery's, crying for jealousy of Clare. A sudden fierce
hostility to Clare swept over him; she was too strong, too clever, too
clear-seeing. He hated her because it was so easy for her to see things
as they were; because all problems seemed to yield to the probing of her
candid eyes. He hated her because he knew, and had felt, how easy it was
to take help from her. He hated her because her sympathy was so
practical and abundant and devoid of sentiment. He hated her, perhaps,
because he feared to do anything else.
She said softly: "What a strange combination of strength and weakness
you are, Mr. Speed! Strong enough to follow out an ideal, and weak
enough to be at the mercy of any silly little suspicion that comes into
your mind!"
He was too much cowed down by the magnitude of his blunder to say a
great deal more, and in a short while he left, thanking her rather
embarrassedly for having helped him. And he said, in the pitch-dark
lobby as she showed him to the front door: "Clare, I think this visit of
mine had better be a secret, don't you?"
And she replied: "You needn't fear that I shall tell anybody."
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