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me?"
Archer felt that at any cost he must keep her beside him, must make her give him the rest of her evening.
Ignoring her question, he continued to lean against the chimney-piece, his eyes fixed on the hand in which
she held her gloves and fan, as if watching to see if he had the power to make her drop them.
"May guessed the truth," he said. "There is another woman--but not the one she thinks."
Ellen Olenska made no answer, and did not move. After a moment he sat down beside her, and, taking her
hand, softly unclasped it, so that the gloves and fan fell on the sofa between them.
She started up, and freeing herself from him moved away to the other side of the hearth. "Ah, don't make love
to me! Too many people have done that," she said, frowning.
Archer, changing colour, stood up also: it was the bitterest rebuke she could have given him. "I have never
made love to you," he said, "and I never shall. But you are the woman I would have married if it had been
possible for either of us."
"Possible for either of us?" She looked at him with unfeigned astonishment. "And you say that--when it's you
who've made it impossible?"
He stared at her, groping in a blackness through which a single arrow of light tore its blinding way.
"I'VE made it impossible--?"
"You, you, YOU!" she cried, her lip trembling like a child's on the verge of tears. "Isn't it you who made me
give up divorcing--give it up because you showed me how selfish and wicked it was, how one must sacrifice
one's self to preserve the dignity of marriage . . . and to spare one's family the publicity, the scandal? And
because my family was going to be your family--for May's sake and for yours--I did what you told me, what
you proved to me that I ought to do. Ah," she broke out with a sudden laugh, "I've made no secret of having
done it for you!"
She sank down on the sofa again, crouching among the festive ripples of her dress like a stricken
masquerader; and the young man stood by the fireplace and continued to gaze at her without moving.
"Good God," he groaned. "When I thought--"
"You thought?"
"Ah, don't ask me what I thought!"
Still looking at her, he saw the same burning flush creep up her neck to her face. She sat upright, facing him
with a rigid dignity.
"I do ask you."
"Well, then: there were things in that letter you asked me to read--"
"My husband's letter?"
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"Yes."
"I had nothing to fear from that letter: absolutely nothing! All I feared was to bring notoriety, scandal, on the
family--on you and May."
"Good God," he groaned again, bowing his face in his hands.
The silence that followed lay on them with the weight of things final and irrevocable. It seemed to Archer to
be crushing him down like his own grave-stone; in all the wide future he saw nothing that would ever lift that
load from his heart. He did not move from his place, or raise his head from his hands; his hidden eyeballs
went on staring into utter darkness.
"At least I loved you--" he brought out.
On the other side of the hearth, from the sofa-corner where he supposed that she still crouched, he heard a
faint stifled crying like a child's. He started up and came to her side.
"Ellen! What madness! Why are you crying? Nothing's done that can't be undone. I'm still free, and you're
going to be." He had her in his arms, her face like a wet flower at his lips, and all their vain terrors shrivelling
up like ghosts at sunrise. The one thing that astonished him now was that he should have stood for five
minutes arguing with her across the width of the room, when just touching her made everything so simple.
She gave him back all his kiss, but after a moment he felt her stiffening in his arms, and she put him aside and
stood up.
"Ah, my poor Newland--I suppose this had to be. But it doesn't in the least alter things," she said, looking
down at him in her turn from the hearth.
"It alters the whole of life for me."
"No, no--it mustn't, it can't. You're engaged to May Welland; and I'm married."
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