Part 34 (2/2)
”I once served on a jury in the West, and although the case was a miserably sad one in every way, I suppose, I couldn't take it as seriously as I should have done, for fro seemed so unnecessary, and the crisis could so easily have been avoided”
”I know,” she interrupted hi Not frorant it so if you like, only agree with me when I say froe
”From this lovely noon-time on, every hour you waste is clear loss
The Duke loves you as wo like passion in his agreeable voice ”what _do_ you all expect? Love doesn't hang on every tree for a woreat luck, my dear duchess, to be loved by your own husband Why don't you go to him?”
”Go to him?” she echoed
He curtly replied: ”Why not?”
”My dear friend!”
”Why, didn't you forbid hio to you?”
”Ah,” she nodded, ”the confidence, it was intiree that any man, if he loved a woman, would disobey her?”
”Westboro' would not”
The duchess said coldly: ”Pride is not love”
”You didn't mean hiht out, ”I did indeed, with all my heart”
”And now?”
She turned towards the house again, and as she walked back, said: ”I don't quite know”
And Bulstrode asked her: ”That is why you are here, to find out?”
”Partly”
Her corew stern The duchess did not see it for her eyes had again swept the upperAt her side Bulstrode went on: ”You have taken ten years to discover that you did not love your husband You have taken one year to begin to wonder, to doubt, to suspect, to half think that you do; it's an unstable state of heart, duchess, terribly unstable”
The woman stopped short at his side, and now as she lifted up her eyes and saw hihtened at his expression
”Unstable,” she repeated, with a world of scorn in her voice ”How can you use that word tothe facts of the case?”
”Oh, a man,” said Bulstrode rather iether I grant you that--utterly unworthy the love and confidence of any good woaries and infidelities possible We'll judge hirant derelicts have been known to tie fast, to find port, to drop anchor They have even brought great riches and iood luck ho in the universe that can keep a ed him
”A woman's heart,” he said deeply, ”a woman's true tenderness; and it needs all that heart, all its love, all its patience and sacrifice to keep that man--all and forever”
He saw her bosom heave; she had thrown her fur off, as if its warmth stifled her Vivid color had come into her face Her pallor for the time was destroyed, and as she flashed a rebellious look at hiain the Aotistical, spoiled--an imperious creature whose caprices had been opposed to the Duke's Anglo-Saxon teoism
At this moment, thethe duchess looked towards opened part way: it was under the eaves and there must have been a dovecote near, for there ca bird
Possibly the gentle note reached the wo as well, for her face transcendently softened