I kept silence for a little while, thinking of what Stroeve had told me. —
I could not stomach his weakness, and he saw my disapproval. —
“You know as well as I do how Strickland lived, ” he said tremulously. —
“I couldn’t let her live in those circumstances – I simply couldn’t. “
“That’s your business, ” I answered.
“What would you have done?” he asked.
“She went with her eyes open. If she had to put up with certain inconveniences it was her own lookout. “
“Yes; but, you see, you don’t love her. “
“Do you love her still?”
“Oh, more than ever. Strickland isn’t the man to make a woman happy. —
It can’t last. I want her to know that I shall never fail her. “
“Does that mean that you’re prepared to take her back?”
“I shouldn’t hesitate. Why, she’ll want me more than ever then. —
When she’s alone and humiliated and broken it would be dreadful if she had nowhere to go. “
He seemed to bear no resentment. I suppose it was commonplace in me that I felt slightly outraged at his lack of spirit. —
Perhaps he guessed what was in my mind, for he said:
“I couldn’t expect her to love me as I loved her. I’m a buffoon. —
I’m not the sort of man that women love. I’ve always known that. —
I can’t blame her if she’s fallen in love with Strickland. “
“You certainly have less vanity than any man I’ve ever known, ” I said.
“I love her so much better than myself. It seems to me that when vanity comes into love it can only be because really you love yourself best. —
After all, it constantly happens that a man when he’s married falls in love with somebody else; —
when he gets over it he returns to his wife, and she takes him back, and everyone thinks it very natural. —
Why should it be different with women?”
“I dare say that’s logical, ” I smiled, “but most men are made differently, and they can’t. “
But while I talked to Stroeve I was puzzling over the suddenness of the whole affair. —
I could not imagine that he had had no warning. —
I remembered the curious look I had seen in Blanche Stroeve’s eyes; —
perhaps its explanation was that she was growing dimly conscious of a feeling in her heart that surprised and alarmed her.
“Did you have no suspicion before to-day that there was anything between them?” I asked.
He did not answer for a while. There was a pencil on the table, and unconsciously he drew a head on the blotting-paper.
“Please say so, if you hate my asking you questions, ” I said.
“It eases me to talk. Oh, if you knew the frightful anguish in my heart. —
” He threw the pencil down. “Yes, I’ve known it for a fortnight. —
I knew it before she did. “
“Why on earth didn’t you send Strickland packing?”
“I couldn’t believe it. It seemed so improbable. She couldn’t bear the sight of him. —
It was more than improbable; it was incredible. I thought it was merely jealousy. —
You see, I’ve always been jealous, but I trained myself never to show it; —
I was jealous of every man she knew; I was jealous of you. —
I knew she didn’t love me as I loved her. That was only natural, wasn’t it? —
But she allowed me to love her, and that was enough to make me happy. —
I forced myself to go out for hours together in order to leave them by themselves; —
I wanted to punish myself for suspicions which were unworthy of me; —
and when I came back I found they didn’t want me – not Strickland, he didn’t care if I was there or not, but Blanche. —
She shuddered when I went to kiss her. When at last I was certain I didn’t know what to do; —
I knew they’d only laugh at me if I made a scene. —
I thought if I held my tongue and pretended not to see, everything would come right. —
I made up my mind to get him away quietly, without quarrelling. —
Oh, if you only knew what I’ve suffered!”
Then he told me again of his asking Strickland to go. —
He chose his moment carefully, and tried to make his request sound casual; —
but he could not master the trembling of his voice; —
and he felt himself that into words that he wished to seem jovial and friendly there crept the bitterness of his jealousy. —
He had not expected Strickland to take him up on the spot and make his preparations to go there and then; —
above all, he had not expected his wife’s decision to go with him. —
I saw that now he wished with all his heart that he had held his tongue. —
He preferred the anguish of jealousy to the anguish of separation.
“I wanted to kill him, and I only made a fool of myself. “
He was silent for a long time, and then he said what I knew was in his mind.
“If I’d only waited, perhaps it would have gone all right. —
I shouldn’t have been so impatient. Oh, poor child, what have I driven her to?”
I shrugged my shoulders, but did not speak. —
I had no sympathy for Blanche Stroeve, but knew that it would only pain poor Dirk if I told him exactly what I thought of her.
He had reached that stage of exhaustion when he could not stop talking. —
He went over again every word of the scene. —
Now something occurred to him that he had not told me before; —
now he discussed what he ought to have said instead of what he did say; —
then he lamented his blindness. He regretted that he had done this, and blamed himself that he had omitted the other. —
It grew later and later, and at last I was as tired as he.
“What are you going to do now?” I said finally.
“What can I do? I shall wait till she sends for me. “
“Why don’t you go away for a bit?”
“No, no; I must be at hand when she wants me. “
For the present he seemed quite lost. He had made no plans. —
When I suggested that he should go to bed he said he could not sleep; —
he wanted to go out and walk about the streets till day. —
He was evidently in no state to be left alone. —
I persuaded him to stay the night with me, and I put him into my own bed. —
I had a divan in my sitting-room, and could very well sleep on that. —
He was by now so worn out that he could not resist my firmness. —
I gave him a sufficient dose of veronal to insure his unconsciousness for several hours. —
I thought that was the best service I could render him.