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第49章

"He will have to marry her," said Philip."I heard from him this morning, just as we left Milan.He finds he has gone too far to back out.It would be expensive.I don't know how much he minds--not as much as we suppose, I think.At all events there's not a word of blame in the letter.I don't believe he even feels angry.

I never was so completely forgiven.Ever since you stopped him killing me, it has been a vision of perfect friendship.He nursed me, he lied for me at the inquest, and at the funeral, though he was crying, you would have thought it was my son who had died.Certainly I was the only person he had to be kind to; he was so distressed not to make Harriet's acquaintance, and that he scarcely saw anything of you.In his letter he says so again.""Thank him, please, when you write," said Miss Abbott, "and give him my kindest regards.""Indeed I will." He was surprised that she could slide away from the man so easily.For his own part, he was bound by ties of almost alarming intimacy.Gino had the southern knack of friendship.In the intervals of business he would pull out Philip's life, turn it inside out, remodel it, and advise him how to use it for the best.The sensation was pleasant, for he was a kind as well as a skilful operator.But Philip came away feeling that he had not a secret corner left.In that very letter Gino had again implored him, as a refuge from domestic difficulties, "to marry Miss Abbott, even if her dowry is small." And how Miss Abbott herself, after such tragic intercourse, could resume the conventions and send calm messages of esteem, was more than he could understand.

"When will you see him again?" she asked.

They were standing together in the corridor of the train, slowly ascending out of Italy towards the San Gothard tunnel.

"I hope next spring.Perhaps we shall paint Siena red for a day or two with some of the new wife's money.It was one of the arguments for marrying her.""He has no heart," she said severely."He does not really mind about the child at all.""No; you're wrong.He does.He is unhappy, like the rest of us.But he doesn't try to keep up appearances as we do.He knows that the things that have made him happy once will probably make him happy again--""He said he would never be happy again."

"In his passion.Not when he was calm.

We English say it when we are calm--when we do not really believe it any longer.Gino is not ashamed of inconsistency.It is one of the many things I like him for.

"Yes; I was wrong.That is so."

"He's much more honest with himself than I am,"continued Philip, "and he is honest without an effort and without pride.

But you, Miss Abbott, what about you? Will you be in Italy next spring?""No."

"I'm sorry.When will you come back, do you think?""I think never."

"For whatever reason?" He stared at her as if she were some monstrosity.

"Because I understand the place.There is no need.""Understand Italy!" he exclaimed.

"Perfectly."

"Well, I don't.And I don't understand you,"he murmured to himself, as he paced away from her up the corridor.

By this time he loved her very much, and he could not bear to be puzzled.

He had reached love by the spiritual path: her thoughts and her goodness and her nobility had moved him first, and now her whole body and all its gestures had become transfigured by them.The beauties that are called obvious--the beauties of her hair and her voice and her limbs--he had noticed these last; Gino, who never traversed any path at all, had commended them dispassionately to his friend.

Why was he so puzzling? He had known so much about her once--what she thought, how she felt, the reasons for her actions.

And now he only knew that he loved her, and all the other knowledge seemed passing from him just as he needed it most.Why would she never come to Italy again? Why had she avoided himself and Gino ever since the evening that she had saved their lives? The train was nearly empty.

Harriet slumbered in a compartment by herself.He must ask her these questions now, and he returned quickly to her down the corridor.

She greeted him with a question of her own.

"Are your plans decided?"

"Yes.I can't live at Sawston."

"Have you told Mrs.Herriton?"

"I wrote from Monteriano.I tried to explain things; but she will never understand me.Her view will be that the affair is settled--sadly settled since the baby is dead.Still it's over; our family circle need be vexed no more.She won't even be angry with you.You see, you have done us no harm in the long run.

Unless, of course, you talk about Harriet and make a scandal.So that is my plan--London and work.What is yours?""Poor Harriet!" said Miss Abbott."As if Idare judge Harriet! Or anybody." And without replying to Philip's question she left him to visit the other invalid.

Philip gazed after her mournfully, and then he looked mournfully out of the window at the decreasing streams.All the excitement was over--the inquest, Harriet's short illness, his own visit to the surgeon.

He was convalescent, both in body and spirit, but convalescence brought no joy.In the looking-glass at the end of the corridor he saw his face haggard, and his shoulders pulled forward by the weight of the sling.

Life was greater than he had supposed, but it was even less complete.

He had seen the need for strenuous work and for righteousness.And now he saw what a very little way those things would go.

"Is Harriet going to be all right?" he asked.

Miss Abbott had come back to him.

"She will soon be her old self," was the reply.

For Harriet, after a short paroxysm of illness and remorse, was quickly returning to her normal state.She had been "thoroughly upset" as she phrased it, but she soon ceased to realize that anything was wrong beyond the death of a poor little child.Already she spoke of "this unlucky accident," and "the mysterious frustration of one's attempts to make things better." Miss Abbott had seen that she was comfortable, and had given her a kind kiss.But she returned feeling that Harriet, like her mother, considered the affair as settled.

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