Part 2 (1/2)
”Then,” he said, ”I am profoundly sorry. If I had realised that, I would not have spoken to you as I did.”
The memory of it stung her.
”That,” she said, ”was--in any circ.u.mstances--unpardonable.”
”I know it was. And I repeat, I am profoundly sorry. But, you see, I thought you knew all the time, and that you had consented to forget it.
And I thought, don't you know, it was--well, rather hard on me to have it all raked up again like that. Now I see how very hard it was on you, dear. Your not knowing makes all the difference.”
”It does indeed. If I _had_ known----”
”I understand. You wouldn't have married me?”
”I should not.”
”Dear--do you suppose I didn't know that?”
”I know nothing.”
”Do you remember the day I asked you why you cared for me, and you said it was because you knew I was good?”
Her lip trembled.
”And of course I know it's been an awful shock to you to discover that--I--was _not_ so good.”
She turned away her face.
”But I never meant you to discover it. Not for yourself, like this. I couldn't have forgiven myself--after what you told me. I meant to have told you myself--that evening--but my poor little sister promised me that she would. She said it would be easier for you to hear it from her. Of course I believed her. There _were_ things she could say that I couldn't.”
”She never said a word.”
”Are you sure?”
”Perfectly. Except--yes--she _did_ say----”
It was coming back to her now.
”Do you mind telling me exactly what she said?”
”N--no. She made me promise that if I ever found things in you that I didn't understand, or that I didn't like----”
”Well--what did she make you promise?”
”That I wouldn't be hard on you. Because, she said, you'd had such a miserable life.”
”Poor Edith! So that was the nearest she could get to it. Things you didn't understand and didn't like!”
”I didn't know what she meant.”
”Of course you didn't. Who could? But I'm sorry to say that Edith made me pretty well believe you did.”