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Helen to throw away her old friends. It isn't like her. You see how
happy we shall all be, now that we're friendly again with Clare."
"I know," she said.
"I believe you are the most lovable and loving little girl in the world
except—" he frowned at her playfully—"when the devil persuades
you that you don't like people. Some day he'll persuade you that you
don't like me."
"He won't," she said.
"I hope he won't."
She seemed to him then more than ever a child, a child whose
winsomeness was alloyed with quaint and baffling caprice. He loved
her, too, very gladly and affectionately; and he knew then, quite
clearly because the phase was past that her announced dislike of
Clare had made him love her not quite so much. But now all was
happy and unruffled again, so what did it matter?
CHAPTER THREE
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She was silent. She sat in one of the chairs with her eyes looking
straight into the fire; while he took off his coat and hat and drew up
his own chair opposite to hers she neither moved nor spoke. It
seemed to him as he watched her that the room grew redder and
warmer and more melancholy; the flames lapped so noisily in the
silence that he had for an instant the absurd fear that the scores of
sleepers in the dormitories would be awakened. Then he heard, very
faintly from above, what he imagined must be an especially loud
snore; it made him smile. As he smiled he saw Helen's eyes turned
suddenly upon him; he blushed as if caught in some guilty act. He
said: "Can you hear somebody snoring up in the Senior dormitory?"
She stared at him curiously for a moment and then replied: "No,
and neither can you. You said that to make conversation."
"I didn't!" he cried, with genuine indignation. "I distinctly heard it.
That's what made me smile."
"And do you really think that the sound of anybody snoring in the
Senior dormitory would reach us in here? Why, we never hear the
maids in a morning and they make ever such a noise!"
"Yes, but then there are so many other noises to drown it.
However, it may have been my imagination."
"Or it may have been your invention, eh?"
"I tell you, Helen, I did think that I heard it! It wasn't my invention.
What reason on earth should I have for inventing it? Oh, well,
anyway, it's such a trifling matter—it's not worth arguing about."
"Then let's stop arguing. You started it."
Silence again. The melancholy in the atmosphere was charged
now with an added quality, something that weighed and threatened
and was dangerous. He knew that Helen had something pressing on
her mind, and that until she flung it off there would be no friendliness
with her. And he wanted friendliness. He could not endure the torture
of her bitter silences.
"Helen," he said, nervously eager, "Helen, there's something the
matter. Tell me what it is."
"There's nothing the matter."
"Are you sure?"
"Quite sure."
"Then why are you so silent?"
"Because I would rather be silent than make conversation."
"That's sarcastic."
"Is it? If you think it is——"
"Helen, please be kind to me. If you go on as you are doing I'm
sure I shall either cry or lose my temper. I'm tired to death after all
the work of the concert and I simply can't bear this attitude of yours."
"Well, I can't change my attitude to please you."
"Apparently not."
"Now who's sarcastic? Good heavens, do you think I've nothing to
do but suit your mood when you come home tired at one o'clock in
the morning—You spend half the night with some other woman and
then when you come home, tired out, you expect me to soothe and
make a fuss of you!"
"Helen, that's a lie! I walked straight home with Clare. You
specially asked me to do that."
"I didn't specially ask you to stay out with her till one o'clock in the
morning."
"I didn't stay with her till then. To begin with, it isn't one o'clock
even yet.... Remember that the concert was over about eleven. I
took Clare straight home and left her long before midnight. It wasn't
my fault I lost my way in the fog."
"Nor mine either. But perhaps it was Clare's, eh?"
"Helen, I can't bear you to insinuate like that! Tell me frankly what
you suspect, and then I'll answer frankly!"
"You wouldn't answer frankly. And that's why I can't tell you
frankly."
"Well, I think it's scandalous——"
She interrupted him fiercely with: "Oh, yes, it's scandalous that I
should dare to be annoyed when you give all your friendship to
another woman and none to me, isn't it? It's scandalous that when
you come home after seeing this other woman I shouldn't be
perfectly happy and bright and ready to kiss and comfort you and
wheedle you out of the misery you're in at having to leave her! You
only want me for a comforter, and it's so scandalous when I don't feel
in the humour to oblige, isn't it?"
"Helen, it's not true! My friendship belongs to you more than to
——"
"Don't tell me lies just to calm me into suiting your mood. Do you
think I haven't noticed that we haven't anything in common except
that we love each other? We don't know what on earth to talk about
when we're alone together. We just know how to bore each other
and to torture each other with our love. Don't you realize the truth of
that? Don't you find yourself eagerly looking forward to seeing Clare;
Clare whom you can talk to and be friendly with; Clare who's your
equal, perhaps your superior, in intellect? Lately, I've given you as
many chances to see her as I could, because if you're going to tire of
me I'd rather you do it quickly. But I'm sorry I can't promise to be
always gay and amusing while it's going on. It may be scandalous
that I can't, but it's the truth, anyway!"
"But, my dear Helen, what an extraordinary bundle of
misunderstandings you've got hold of! Why——"
"Oh yes, you'd like to smooth me down and persuade me it's all
my own misunderstanding, I daresay, as you've always been able to
do! But the effect doesn't last for very long; sooner or later it all crops
up again. It's no use, Kenneth. I'm not letting myself be angry, but I
tell you it's not a bit of use. I'm sick to death of wanting from you
what I can't get. I've tried hard to educate myself into being your
equal, but it doesn't seem to make you value me any more. Possibly
you like me best as a child; perhaps you wouldn't have married me if
you'd known I was really a woman. Anyway, Kenneth, I can't help it.
And there's another thing—I'm miserably jealous—of Clare. If you'd
had a grain of ordinary sense you might have guessed it before
now."
"My dear Helen——"
Then he stopped, seeing that she was staring at him fearlessly.
She was different, somehow, from what she had ever been before;
and this quarrel, if it could be called a quarrel, was also different both
in size and texture. There was no anger in her; nothing but stormy
sincerity and passionate outpouring of the truth. A new sensation
overspread him; a thrill of surprised and detached admiration for her.
If she were always like this, he thought—if she were always proud,
passionate, and sincere—how splendidly she would take possession
of him! For he wanted to belong to her, finally and utterly; he was
anxious for any enslavement that should give him calm and absolute
anchorage.
His admiration was quickly superseded by astonishment at her
self-revelation.
"But Helen—" he gasped, leaning over the arm of his chair and
putting his hand on her wrist, "Helen, I'd no idea! Jealous! You
jealous of Clare! What on earth for? Clare's only an acquaintance!
Why, you're a thousand times more to me than Clare ever is or could
be!"
"Kenneth!" She drew her arm away from the touch of his hand
with a gesture that was determined but not contemptuous. "Kenneth,
I don't believe it. Perhaps you're not trying to deceive me; probably
you're trying to deceive yourself and succeeding. Tell me, Kenneth,
truthfully, don't you sometimes wish I were Clare when you're talking
to me? When we're both alone together, when we're neither doing
nor saying anything particular, don't you wish you could make me
vanish suddenly and have Clare in my place, and—and—" bitterness
crept into her voice here—"and call me back when you wanted the
only gift of mine which you find satisfactory? You came back to-night,
miserable, because you'd said good-bye to Clare, and because you
couldn't see in the future any chances of meeting her as often as
you've been able to do lately. You wanted—you're wanting it now—
Clare's company and Clare's conversation and Clare's friendship.
And because you can't have it you're willing to soothe yourself with
my pretty little babyish ways, and when you find you can't have them
either you think it's scandalous! Kenneth, my dear, dear Kenneth, I'm
not a baby any longer, even if I ever was one—I'm a woman now,
and you don't like me as much. I can't help it. I can't help being
tortured with jealousy all the time you're with Clare. I can't help
wanting what Clare has of you more than I want what I have of you
myself. I can't help—sometimes—hating her—loathing her!"
He was speechless now, made so by a curious dignity with which
she spoke and the kindness to him that sounded in everything that
she said. He was so tired and sorry. He leaned his head in his arms
and sobbed. Some tragedy that had seemed to linger in the lamp-lit
room ever since he had come into it out of the fog, was now about
his head blinding and crushing him; all the world of Millstead, spread
out in the panorama of days to come, appeared in a haze of forlorn
melancholy. The love he had for Helen ached in him with a sadness
that was deeper now than it had ever been.
And then, suddenly, she was all about him, kneeling beside him,
stroking his hair, taking his hand and pressing it to her breast, crying
softly and without words.
He whispered, indistinctly: "Helen, Helen, it's all right. Don't you
worry, little Helen. I'm not quite well to-night, I think. It must be the
strain of all that concert work.... But I'll be all right when I've had a
rest for a little while.... Helen, darling, you mustn't cry about me like
that!"
Then she said, proudly, though her voice still quivered: "I'm not
worrying, dear. And you'll see Clare again soon, because I shall ask
her to come here. You've got to choose between us, and Clare shall
have a fair chance, anyway.... And now come to bed and sleep."
He gave her a smile that was more babyish than anything that she
had ever been or done. And with her calm answering smile the
sadness seemed somehow a little lifted.
CHAPTER FOUR