She proceeded meanwhile to add a very handsome account of her own."You should do me the justice to recognise how little I need have spoken another word to you, and how little, also, this amiable explanation to you is in the interest of one's natural pride.It seems to me I've come to you here altogether in the interest of YOURS.You talk about humble pie, but I think that, upon my word--with all I've said to you--it's I who have had to eat it.The magnanimity you speak of," she continued with all her grandeur--"Ireally don't see, either, whose it is but mine.I don't see what account of anything I'm in any way obliged to give."I granted it quickly and without reserve."You're not obliged to give any--you're quite right: you do it only because you're such a large, splendid creature.I quite feel that, beside you "--I did, at least, treat myself to the amusement of saying--"I move in a tiny circle.Still, I won't have it "--I could also, again, keep it up--"that our occasion has nothing for you but the taste of abasement.You gulp your mouthful down, but hasn't it been served on gold plate? You've had a magnificent day--a brimming cup of triumph, and you're more beautiful and fresh, after it all, and at an hour when fatigue would be almost positively graceful, than you were even this morning, when you met me as a daughter of the dawn.That's the sort of sense," I laughed, "that must sustain a woman!" And I wound up on a complete recovery of my good-humour."No, no.I thank you--thank you immensely.But I don't pity you.You can afford to lose." I wanted her perplexity--the proper sharp dose of it--to result both from her knowing and her not knowing sufficiently what I meant; and when I in fact saw how perplexed she could be and how little, again, she could enjoy it, I felt anew my private wonder at her having cared and dared to meet me.Where WAS enjoyment, for her, where the insolence of success, if the breath of irony could chill them? Why, since she was bold, should she be susceptible, and how, since she was susceptible, could she be bold? I scarce know what, at this moment, determined the divination; but everything, the distinct and the dim alike, had cleared up the next instant at the touch of the real truth.The certitude of the source of my present opportunity had rolled over me before we exchanged another word.The source was simply Gilbert Long, and she was there because he had directed it.This connection hooked itself, like a sudden picture and with a click that fairly resounded through our empty rooms, into the array of the other connections, to the immense enrichment, as it was easy to feel, of the occasion, and to the immense confirmation of the very idea that, in the course of the evening, I had come near dismissing from my mind as too fantastic even for the rest of the company it should enjoy there.What I now was sure of flashed back, at any rate, every syllable of sense I could have desired into the suggestion I had, after the music, caught from the juxtaposition of these two.Thus solidified, this conviction, it spread and spread to a distance greater than I could just then traverse under Mrs.Briss's eyes, but which, exactly for that reason perhaps, quickened my pride in the kingdom of thought Ihad won.I was really not to have felt more, in the whole business, than I felt at this moment that by my own right hand I had gained the kingdom.
Long and she were together, and I was alone thus in face of them, but there was none the less not a single flower of the garden that my woven wreath should lack.
I must have looked queer to my friend as I grinned to myself over this vow; but my relish of the way I was keeping things together made me perhaps for the instant unduly rash.I cautioned myself, however, fortunately, before it could leave her--scared a little, all the same, even with Long behind her--an advantage to take, and, in infinitely less time than I have needed to tell it, I had achieved my flight into luminous ether and, alighting gracefully on my feet, reported myself at my post.I had in other words taken in both the full prodigy of the entente between Mrs.Server's lover and poor Briss's wife, and the finer strength it gave the last-named as the representative of their interest.I may add too that I had even taken time fairly not to decide which of these two branches of my vision--that of the terms of their intercourse, or that of their need of it--was likely to prove, in delectable retrospect, the more exquisite.All this, I admit, was a good deal to have come and gone while my privilege trembled, in its very essence, in the scale.Mrs.Briss had but a back to turn, and everything was over.She had, in strictness, already uttered what saved her honour, and her revenge on impertinence might easily be her withdrawing with one of her sweeps.I couldn't certainly in that case hurry after her without spilling my cards.As my accumulations of lucidity, however, were now such as to defy all leakage, I promptly recognised the facilities involved in a superficial sacrifice; and with one more glance at the beautiful fact that she knew the strength of Long's hand, I again went steadily and straight.