RUSHING to Tony, she wailed under her breath: “ I must speak to you I must speak to you! But how can you ever look at me? how can you ever forgive me?” In an instant he had met her; in a flash the gulf was bridged: his arms had opened wide to her and she had thrown herself into them. They had only to be face to face to let themselves go; he making no answer but to press her close against him, she pouring out her tears upon him as if the contact quickened the source. He held her and she yielded with a passion no bliss could have given; they stood locked together in their misery with no sound and no motion but her sobs. Breast to breast and cheek to cheek, they felt simply that they had ceased to be apart. This long embrace was the extinction of all limits and questions swept away in a flood which tossed them over the years and in which nothing remained erect but the sense and the need of each other. These things had now the beauty of all the tenderness that they had never spoken and that, for some time, even as they clung there, was too strange and too deep for speech. But what was extraordinary was that as Jean dis engaged herself there was neither wonder nor fear between them; nothing but a recognition in which everything swam and, on the girl’s part, the still higher tide of the remorse that harried her and that, to see him, had made her break away from the others. “ They tell me I’m ill, I’m insane,” she went on “they want to shut me up, to give me things they tell me to lie down, to try to sleep. But it’s all to me, so dreadfully, as if it were I who had done it, that when they admitted to me that you were here I felt that if I didn’t see you it would make me as crazy as they say. It’s to have seen her go to have seen her go: that’s what I can’t bear it’s too horrible! ” She continued to sob; she stood there before him swayed to and fro in her grief. She stirred up his own, and that added to her pain; for a minute, in their separate sorrow, they moved asunder like creatures too stricken to communicate. But they were quickly face to face again, more intimate, with more understood, though with the air, on either side and in the very freedom of their action, of a clear vision of the effect of their precipitated union the instinct of not again touching it with unconsecrated hands. Tony had no idle words, no easy consola tion; she only made him see more vividly what had happened, and they hung over it together while she accused and reviled herself. “ I let her go I let her go; that’s what’s so terrible, so hideous. I might have got her have kept her; I might have screamed, I might have rushed for help. But how could I know or dream? How could the worst of my fears —?” She broke off, she shuddered ancj dropped; she sat and sobbed while he came and went. “ I see her little face as she left me she looked at me as if she knew. She wondered and dreaded: she knew she knew! It was the last little look I was to have from her, and I didn’t even answer it with a kiss. She sat there where I could seize her, but I never raised a hand. I was close, I was there she must have called for me in her terror! I didn’t listen I didn’t come I only gave her up to be murdered! And now I shall be punished for ever: I shall see her in those arms in those arms! ” Jean flung herself down and hid her face; her smothered wild lament filled the room.
Tony stopped before her, seeing everything she brought up, but only the more helpless in his pity. “It was the only little minute in all the years that you had been forced to fail her. She was always more yours than mine.”
Jean could only look out through her storm-beaten window. “ It was just because she was yours that she was mine. It was because she was yours from the first hour that I!” She broke down again;
she tried to hold herself; she got up. “ What could I do, you see? To you I couldn’t be kind.” She was as exposed in her young, pure woe as a bride might have been in her joy.
Tony looked as if he were retracing the saddest story on earth. “ I don’t see how you could have been kinder.”
She wondered with her blinded eyes. “ That wasn’t what thought I was it couldn’t be, ever, ever. Didn’t I try not to think of you? But the child was a beautiful part of you the child I could take and keep. I could take her altogether, without thinking or remembering. It was the only thing I could do for you, and you let me, always, and she did. So I thought it would go on, for wasn’t it happiness enough? But all the horrible things I didn’t know them till today! There they were so near to us; and there they closed over her, and oh!” She turned away in a fresh wild spasm, inarticulate and distracted.
They wandered in silence, as if it made them more companions; but at last Tony said: “ She was a little radiant, perfect thing. Even if she had not been mine you would have loved her.” Then he went on, as if feeling his way through his thickest darkness: “ If she had not been mine she wouldn’t be lying there as I’ve seen her. Yet I’m glad she was mine!” he said.
“She lies there because I loved her and because I so insanely showed it. That’s why it’s I who killed her!” broke passionately from Jean.
He answered nothing till he quietly and gently answered: “ It was I who killed her.”
She roamed to and fro, slowly controlling herself, taking this at first as a mere torment like her own. “We seem beautifully eager for the guilt! ”
“It doesn’t matter what any one else seems. I must tell you all now. I’ve taken the act on myself.”
She had stopped short, bewildered. “ How have you taken it? ”
“To meet whatever may come.”
She turned as white as ashes. “ You mean y............