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<h3 id="id01637" style="margin-top: 3em">CHAPTER XXVIII</h3> Bruce Returns 'Never, Edith!' exclaimed Vincy, fixing his eyeglass in his eye, and opening his mouth in astonishment. 'Never! Well, I'm gormed!' A week had passed since the news of Bruce's elopement. The little group at Westgate didn't seem to have much been affected by it; and this was the less surprising as Aylmer and Edith had kept it to themselves. Mrs Ottley listened imperturbably to Edith's story, a somewhat incoherent concoction, but told with dash and decision, that Bruce had been ordered away for a sea-voyage for fear of a nervous breakdown. She cried a little, said nothing, kissed Edith more than usual, and took the children away for longer walks and drives. With a mother's flashlight of intuition she felt at once certain there was something wrong, but she didn't wish to probe the subject. Her confidence in Edith reached the point of superstition; she would never ask her questions. Edith had assured her that Bruce would come back all right, and that was enough. Personally, Mrs Ottley much preferred the society of Aylmer to that of her son. Aylmer was far more amusing, far more considerate to her, and to everybody else, and he didn't use his natural charm for those who amused him only, as the ordinary fascinating man does. Probably there was at the back of his attentions to Mrs Ottley a vague idea that he wanted to get her on his side—that she might be a useful ally; but he was always charming to elderly women, and inclined to be brusque with younger ones, excepting Edith; he remembered his own mother with so great a cult of devotion, and his late wife with such a depressed indifference. Edith had asked Aylmer to try and forget what had happened—to make himself believe that Bruce had really only gone away medicinally. For the present, he did as she wished, but he was longing to begin talking to her on the subject again, both because it interested him passionately from the psychological point of view, and far more, naturally, because he had hopes of persuading her in time. She was not bound by letter; she could change her mind. Bruce might and possibly would, insist. There was difficulty in keeping the secret from Vincy, who was actually staying in the house, and whose wonderful nerves and whimsical mind were so sensitive to every variation of his surroundings. He had the gift of reading people's minds. But it never annoyed anyone; one felt he had no illusions; that he sympathised with one's weaknesses and follies and, in a sense, enjoyed them, from a literary point of view. Probably his friends forgave his clear vision for the sake of his interest. Most people would far rather be seen through than not be seen at all. One day Vincy, alone on the beach with Edith, remarked that he wondered what had happened to Mavis. Edith told him that she had run away with a married man. 'Never, Edith!' he exclaimed. 'Who would have thought it! It seems almost too good to be true!' 'Don't say that, Vincy.' 'But how did you hear it? You know everything.' 'I heard it on good authority. I know it's true.' 'And to think I was passing the remark only the other day that I thought I ought to look her up, in a manner of speaking, or write, or something,' continued Vincy; 'and who is the poor dear man? Do you know?' He looked at her with a sudden vague suspicion of he knew not what. 'Bruce was always inclined to be romantic, you know,' she said steadily. 'Oh, give over!' 'Yes, that's it; I didn't want anyone to know about it. I'm so afraid of making Mrs Ottley unhappy.' 'But you're not serious, Edith?' 'I suppose I'd better show you his letter. He tells me to ask your advice.' She gave it to him. 'There is only one word for what I feel about it,' Vincy said, as he gave it back. 'I'm gormed! Simply gormed! Gormed, Edith dear, is really the only word.' 'I'm not jealous,' said Edith. 'My last trouble with Bruce seems to have cured me of any feeling of the kind. But I have a sort of pity and affection for him still in a way—almost like a mother! I'm really afraid he will be miserable with her, and then he'll feel tied to her and be wretched all his life. So I'm giving him a chance.' He looked at her with admiring sympathy. 'But what about other friends?' 'Well—oh, you know—' 'Edith, I'm awfully sorry; I wish I'd married her now, then she wouldn't have bothered about Bruce.' 'But you can't stand her, Vincy.' 'I know, Edith dear; but I'd marry any number of people to prevent anything tiresome for you. And Aylmer, of course—Edith, really, I think Aylmer ought to go away; I'm sure he ought. It is a mistake to let him stay here under these circumstances.' 'Why?' said Edith. 'I don't see that; if I were going to take Bruce at his word, then it would be different, of course.' 'It does seem a pity not to, in some ways; everything would be all nicely settled up, just like the fourth act of a play. And then I should be glad I hadn't married Mavis… Oh, do let it be like the fourth act, Edith.' 'How can life be like a play? It's hopeless to attempt it,' she said rather sadly. 'Edith, do you think if Bruce knew—how much you liked Aylmer—he would have written that letter?' 'No. And I don't believe he would ever have gone away.' 'Still, I think you ought to send Aylmer away now.' 'Why?' she repeated. 'Nothing could be more intensely correct. Mrs Ottley's staying with me—why shouldn't I have the pleasure of seeing Aylmer because Bruce is having a heavenly time on board ship?' 'I suppose there's that point of view,' said Vincy, rather bewildered. 'I say, Edith!' 'About Bruce having a heavenly time on board ship—a—she always grumbles; she's always complaining. She's never, never satisfied… She keeps on making scenes.' 'So does Bruce.' 'Yes. But I suppose if there's a certain predicament—then—Oh, Edith—are you unhappy?' 'No, not a bit now. I think I'm only really unhappy when I'm undecided. Once I've taken a line—no matter what it is—I can be happy again. I can adjust myself to my good fortune.' Curiously, when Edith had once got over the pain and shock that the letter first gave her, she was positively happier now than she ever had been before. Bruce really must have been a more formidable bore than she had known, since his absence left such a delicious freedom. The certainty of having done the right, the wisest thing, was a support, a proud satisfaction. During these summer days Aylmer was not so peacefully happy. His devotion was assiduous, silent, discreet, and sometimes his feelings were almost uncontrollable, but he hoped; and he consoled himself by the thought that some day he would really have his wish—anything might happen; the chances were all in his favour. What an extraordinary woman she was—and how pretty—how subtle; how perfect their life might be together…. He implored Vincy to use his influence. 'I can't see Edith in anything so crude as the—as—that court,' Vincy said. 'But Bruce begs her to do it. What could their life be together afterwards? It's simply a deliberate sacrifice.' 'There's every hope that Miss Argles will never let him go,' said Vincy. 'One has to be very firm to get away from her. Oh, ever so firm, and obstinate, you can't think! How many times a day she must be reproaching Bruce—that will be rather a change for him. However, anything may happen,' said Vincy soothingly. He still maintained, for he had a very strong sense of propriety in matters of form, that Aylmer ought to go away. But Edith would not agree. * * * * * So the children played and enjoyed themselves, and sometimes asked after their father, and Mrs Ottley, though a little anxious, enjoyed herself too, and Edith had never been so happy. She was having a holiday. She dismissed all trouble and lived in a sort of dream. * * * * * Towards the end of the summer, hearing no more from Bruce, Aylmer grew still more hopeful; he began to regard it as practically settled. The next letter in answer to Edith's would doubtless convince her, and he would then persuade her; it was, tacitly, he thought, almost agreed now; it was not spoken of between them, but he believed it was all right…. * * * * * Aylmer had come back to London in the early days of September and was wandering through his house thinking how he would have it done up and how he wouldn't leave it when they were married, when a telephone message summoned him to Knightsbridge. He went, and found the elder Mrs Ottley just going away. He thought she looked at him rather strangely. 'I think Edith wants to speak to you,' she said, as she left the room. 'Dear Edith! Be nice to her.' And she fled. * * * * * Aylmer waited alone, looking round the room that he loved because he associated it with her. It was one of the first cold damp days of the autumn, and there was a fire. Edith came in, in a dark dress, looking pale, and different, he thought. She had seemed the very spirit of summer only a day or two before. A chill presentiment struck to his heart. 'You've had a letter? Go on; don't keep me in suspense.' He spoke with nervous impatience, and no self-restraint. She sat down by him. She had no wish to create an effect, but she found it difficult to speak. 'Yes, I've had a letter,' she said quietly. 'They've quarrelled. They quarrelled on board. He hates her. He says he would rather die than remain with her. He's written me a rather nice letter. They quarrelled so frightfully that a young man on board interfered,' she said, smiling faintly. 'As soon as they arrived the young man married her. He's a commercial traveller. He's only twenty-five…. It seems he pitied her so much that he proposed to her on board, and she left Bruce. It wasn't true about the predicament. It was—a mistake. Bruce was grateful for my letter. He's glad I've not told anyone—not done anything. Now the children will never know. But I've told Mrs Ottley all about it. I thought I'd better, now it's over. She won't ask him questions…. Bruce is on his way home.' 'All right!' said Aylmer, getting up. 'Let him come. Forgive him again, that's right! Would you have done that for me?' 'No! Never! If you had once been unfaithful, and I knew it, I'd never have forgiven you.' 'I quite believe it. But why?' 'Because I care for you too much. If you had been in Bruce's position I should never have seen you again. With him it's different. It's a feeling of—it's for him, not for me. I've felt no jealousy, no passion, so I could judge calmly.' 'All right,' repeated Aylmer ironically; 'all right! Judge calmly! Do the right thing. You know best.' He stopped a moment, and then said, taking his hat: 'I understand now. I see clearly at last. You've had the opportunity and you wouldn't take it; you don't care for me. I'm going.' He went to the door. 'Oh, come back, Aylmer! Don't go like that! You know I care for you, but what could I do? I foresaw this…You know, I can't feel no responsibility about Bruce. I couldn't make my happiness out of someone else's misery. He would have been miserable and, not only that, it would have been his ruin. Bruce could never be safe, happy, or all right, except here.' 'And you think he'll alter, now, be grateful and devoted, I suppose—appreciate you?' 'Do people alter?' she answered. 'I neither know nor care if he will, but you? I could have made you happy. You won't let me. Oh, Edith, how could you torture me like this all the summer?' 'I didn't mean to torture you. We enjoyed being together.' 'Yes. But it makes this so much harder.' 'It would be such a risk!' she answered. 'But is anything worth having unless you're ready to risk every-thing to get it?' 'I would risk everything, for myself. But not for others…If you feel you want to go away,' she said, 'let it be only for a little while.' 'A little while! I hope I shall never see you again! Do you think I'm such a miserable fool—do you think I could endure the position of a tame cat? You forget I'm a man!… No; I'll never see you again now, not if it kills me!' At these words, the first harsh ones she had ever heard from him, her nerves gave way, and she burst into tears. This made him irresolute, for his tender-heartedness almost reached the point of weakness. He went up to her, as she lifted her head, and looked at her once more. Then he said: 'No, you've chosen. You have been cruel to me, and you're too good to him. But I suppose you must carry out your own nature, Edith. I've been the victim. That's all.' 'And won't you be friends?' she said. 'No. I won't and I can't.' He waited one moment more. * * * * * 'If you'll change your mind—you still can—we can still be happy. We can be everything to each other…. Give him up. Give him up.' 'I can't,' said Edith. 'Then, good-bye.' <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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