How COULD you in fact care when what you were at the very moment urging on me so hard was the extravagance of Mrs.Server's conduct? That extravagance then proved her, to your eyes, the woman who had a connection with Long to keep the world off the scent of--though you maintained that in spite of the dust she kicked up by it she was, at a pinch, now and then to be caught with him.That instead of being caught with him she was caught only with Brissenden annoyed you naturally for the moment; but what was that annoyance compared to your appreciation of her showing--by undertaking your husband, of all people!--just the more markedly AS extravagant?"She had been sufficiently interested this time to follow me."What was it indeed?"I greeted her acquiescence, but I insisted."And yet if she is extravagant--what do you do with it?""I thought you wouldn't hear of it!" she exclaimed.
I sought to combine firmness with my mildness."What do you do with it?"But she could match me at this."I thought you wouldn't hear of it!""It's not a question of my dispositions.It's a question of her having been, or not been, for you 'all over the place,' and of everyone's also being, for you, on the chatter about it.You go by that in respect to Long--by your holding, that is, that nothing has been noticed; therefore mustn't you go by it in respect to HER--since I understand from you that everything has?""Everything always is," Mrs.Briss agreeably replied, "in a place and a party like this; but so little--anything in particular--that, with people moving 'every which' way, it comes to the same as if nothing was.Things are not, also, gouged out to YOUR tune, and it depends, still further, on what you mean by 'extravagant."'
"I mean whatever you yourself meant."
"Well, I myself mean no longer, you know, what I did mean.""She isn't then--?"
But suddenly she was almost sharp with me."Isn't what?""What the woman we so earnestly looked for would have to be.""All gone?" She had hesitated, but she went on with decision."No, she isn't all gone, since there was enough of her left to make up to poor Briss.""Precisely--and it's just what we saw, and just what, with her other dashes of the same sort, led us to have to face the question of her being--well, what I say.Or rather," I added, "what YOU say.That is," I amended, to keep perfectly straight, "what you say you DON'T say."I took indeed too many precautions for my friend not to have to look at them."Extravagant?" The irritation of the word had grown for her, yet I risked repeating it, and with the effect of its giving her another pause.
"I tell you she ISN'T that!"
"Exactly; and it's only to ask you what in the world then she IS.""She's horrid!" said Mrs.Briss.
"'Horrid'?" I gloomily echoed.
"Horrid.It wasn't," she then developed with decision, "a 'dash,' as you say, 'of the same sort'--though goodness knows of what sort you mean:
it wasn't, to be plain, a 'dash' at all." My companion WAS plain."She settled.She stuck." And finally, as I could but echo her again: "She made love to him.""But--a--really?"
"Really.That's how I knew."
I was at sea."'Knew'? But you saw."
"I knew--that is I learnt--more than I saw.I knew she couldn't be gone."It in fact brought light."Knew it by HIM?""He told me," said Mrs.Briss.
It brought light, but it brought also, I fear, for me, another queer grimace."Does he then regularly tell?""Regularly.But what he tells," she did herself the justice to declare, "is not always so much to the point as the two things I've repeated to you."Their weight then suggested that I should have them over again."His revelation, in the first place, of Long and Lady John?""And his revelation in the second"--she spoke of it as a broad joke--"of May Server and himself."There was something in her joke that was a chill to my mind; but I nevertheless played up."And what does he say that's further interesting about THAT?""Why, that she's awfully sharp."
I gasped--she turned it out so."SHE--Mrs.Server?"It made her, however, equally stare."Why, isn't it the very thing you maintained?"I felt her dreadful logic, but I couldn't--with my exquisite image all contrasted, as in a flash from flint, with this monstrosity--so much as entertain her question.I could only stupidly again sound it."Awfully sharp?""You after all then now don't?" It was she herself whom the words at present described! "Then what on earth DO you think?" The strange mixture in my face naturally made her ask it, but everything, within a minute, had somehow so given way under the touch of her supreme assurance, the presentation of her own now finished system, that I dare say I couldn't at the moment have in the least trusted myself to tell her.She left me, however, in fact, small time--she only took enough, with her negations arrayed and her insolence recaptured, to judge me afresh, which she did as she gathered herself up into the strength of twenty-five.I didn't after all--it appeared part of my smash--know the weight of her husband's years, but I knew the weight of my own.They might have been a thousand, and nothing but the sense of them would in a moment, I saw, be left me."My poor dear, you ARE crazy, and I bid you good-night!"Nothing but the sense of them--on my taking it from her without a sound and watching her, through the lighted rooms, retreat and disappear--WASat first left me; but after a minute something else came, and I grew conscious that her verdict lingered.She had so had the last word that, to get out of its planted presence, I shook myself, as I had done before, from my thought.When once I had started to my room indeed--and to preparation for a livelier start as soon as the house should stir again--I almost breathlessly hurried.Such a last word--the word that put me altogether nowhere--was too unacceptable not to prescribe afresh that prompt test of escape to other air for which I had earlier in the evening seen so much reason.ISHOULD certainly never again, on the spot, quite hang together, even though it wasn't really that I hadn't three times her method.What I too fatally lacked was her tone.
